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Disclaimer: I am not Christine Feehan, nor do I own her or her works. I am just a big fan of her books. ^_^

Dark Passion

A Dark Series FanFic

by: Fiona Fairhame

Chapter One

Romania, June 2006

Finally having reached the small mountain village that is her destination, Jane is pleased to be able to get a private room with a bath. Though the balcony facing the beautifully rugged Carpathian Mountains makes a nice bonus. Despite having traveled all day, she finds herself unable to sleep.

After a couple hours of tossing and turning, she decides she needs a shower. A nice, hot shower to help her relax so she can sleep. Though she has been on the move since her arrival at the airport before sunrise this morning, the shower invigorates instead of relaxing.

Slipping into a slinky silver chemise, she wanders out to the balcony. The cool night air raises goose bumps on her bare arms. She makes a quick trip back inside to pull the bedspread off the bed and wrap it around herself. Now comfortably ensconced, Jane goes back out onto the balcony, humming softly.

A low hoot sounds from above. She glances up to see a large snowy owl soaring through the air. “What a beautiful owl.” As she watches, it turns in a loose circle and comes back to land on the balcony railing, opposite where she stands. “Woah!” she exclaims, backing up slightly. The bedspread slips off one shoulder.

“Did you hear me?” she asks the bird softly. “Oh, man, I'm worse off than I thought, I'm talking to an owl. I must be losing my mind.” A quiet hoot is her only answer.

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Tired of fighting the darkness within, Dominic has decided tomorrow morning he will seek the dawn. Let the sun kill him and rid the world of a potential vampire. Vampires are not made the way most legends betray them. When a Carpathian male gives into the darkness within, he becomes a vampire. As the years go by, it becomes harder and harder to fight. It is much easier to just give in, let the darkness take over.

After so many centuries, he barely has to think to change shape. On this night, he takes the form of a large owl. He flies over the small mountain village on the way to the house of the prince. A soft humming sound reaches his ears as he nears the village inn; a small patch of color catches his eye as he passes over the inn. A surprised hoot, the only sound he can make in this form, escapes his beak. An awed whisper of “What a beautiful owl,” reaches his sensitive ears.

Wait a second, he thinks, turning in a lazy circle. He lost the ability to see in color centuries ago, as all men of his race do. Do mine eyes deceive me? his mind questions.

Completing the circle, he spies an auburn-tressed young woman wearing something with silver straps and a bedspread. The color he can now see appears to be spreading out from her. He flies down to the balcony, landing softly on a railing.

The surprised young woman steps backwards quickly, blue-green eyes flashing a warning. Her actions make a corner of the bedspread fall off of one tan shoulder, revealing more of her slinky silver nighty. As well as the generous white swell of one breast. Good thing for her he is in owl form. That little nighty doesn't leave much to the imagination. Once again, a hoot escapes his beak.

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You're beautiful, she hears a man's voice say in her mind. Startled, she looks around for the source of the voice. She can see no one, just the owl. It has been years since she talked this way with anyone. No one, besides her long-deceased mother and twin brother, has ever been able to talk directly to her mind. Her carefully constructed mental shields normally would have prevented this communication. Her body seems too tired to maintain them this night.

“Was that you?” she asks, leaning towards the owl slightly. She peers intently at the oddly large bird. “Wait a minute, owls can't talk.”

Maybe this one can, the same voice replies.

Shaking her head, she whispers, “I must be losing my mind. I'm talking to an owl.” A soft sigh escapes her ruby lips. Plunging deeper into the possible insanity, she inquires “Are you really an owl? Or am I imagining this whole thing?”

No.

“To which question?”

A low male laugh sounds in her head. Maybe both, comes the reply, accompanied by both a mental shrug and more soft laughter. Do not worry, little one, you are not losing your mind.

“That's nice to know. But why am I talking to an owl if I'm not crazy? And if you aren't really an owl, what are you?” She yawns widely, waiting for the response that may never come.

You are tired, little one. I will explain everything tomorrow. Go to sleep now.

Suddenly too tired to stand, she goes back inside, stifling a yawn. Closing the balcony doors, she lets the bedspread fall to the floor before climbing into the soft bed. She doesn't even manage to pull the sheet over her before her eyelids close in sleep.

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Dominic watches her shapely form long enough to reassure himself that she sleeps comfortably. She was so tired she didn't even notice the little push he gave for her to sleep. He sensed her familiarity with mental communication, though she did seem to be out of practice.

He lets himself dissolve into mist, entering her room through the balcony door. He approaches the bed on silent feet. Her long, shapely legs flow into curvy hips, made for child-bearing. Silver material barely covers her wonderfully shapely rear.

Goose bumps decorate those beautiful legs, giving away just how cold she is. Leaning over to pull the sheet up, he whispers, “Sleep well, little one. Sweet dreams, my love.” Her eyelids flutter, but do not open fully. He simply stands there watching her sleep for several minutes.

She is truly beautiful, and his body can attest to how incredibly sexy she looks in that little silver nightgown. The way she is laying, most of her breasts are exposed. The slinky silver material just covers her nipples. Barely. His body longs for her. The beast inside cries out for him to claim her, make her his own. His lifemate.

Dominic forces himself to leave before he does something he may regret. She is entirely too tempting. He turns towards the balcony, dissolving into mist. A large, snowy owl takes off over the balcony, flying into the night.

He marvels over the glorious colors of nature. For the first time, after several centuries of bleakness, he can see the green of the leaves, the deep brown of the healing soil.

He does several loop-the-loops just for the sheer pleasure of it. His existence has been void of emotion for too long a time. Just feeling, caring about what the future holds seems a new experience. Nearly a millennia has past since he last felt anything.

Too soon, the prince's house appears before him. How to tell Mikhail and Raven? A smile graces his full, sensuous lips as a plan forms in his mind.

Author's Note: Please read and review! Chapter 2 will be up soon, I hope... ^_^
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