Desert Flower
“Desert Flower” by Tom Olbert
Blurb:
A lost dream, a desperate hope…lost innocence, and a horror black as night…
A young girl’s innocence is ripped from her when she is turned against her will into a vampire. Hunted and alone, Fleurette longs for escape from her hellish existence of eternal night, blood-letting and carnage.
In war-torn Afghanistan, another young girl, Ruhee has been cast into another kind of dark bondage as a child bride. Raped,tormented and suffering, she longs for escape. These two lost souls find a strange but pure form of sisterly love together as they survive side-by-side in a world gone mad. Ruhee must grow up amid war and turmoil. As if American predator drones and the deadly raids of the Taliban were not bad enough, she must keep her “sister”‘s dark secret, while merciless vampire hunters lurk in the shadows.
When Ruhee comes of age and finds an unlikely but pure love with a brave but deeply troubled young Taliban soldier named Batal, Ruhee finds herself trapped between light and darkness. Her heart is torn in two, and she must make an impossible choice between love and immortality, as her young life teeters on the brink of hell.
Excerpt:
Burayd El-Sayed started, reaching for his gun as a sound like the howling of a distant wolf rode the night wind outside his tent. The sound crawled through his body, curdling his blood as a cold chill set in. He slowly moved his hand away from the gun as the sound changed. It became like the sweet song of an angel, caressing his mind and hisheart as it seemed to draw closer. It was like honey melting on his tongue, sweet perfume, intoxicating as wine”¦
Pushing the tent flap aside, he stepped out into the moonlit night, the stars white points of fire, the moonlight washing like silver over the rocks. And, across the ethereal white figure who stood in the distance. A figure in billowing white robes of shimmering silk blown about by the night wind. The figure was veiled. He could not see its face. But, the song she sang told him she was female. He started towards her instinctively, drawn by the gentle, alluring caress of her voice. As he drew close, his heart racing, she slowly, gracefully turned to greet him. Her eyes were like dark mystic pools. He stopped, as though frozen by her tantalizing gaze.
She opened her robes, the wind carrying them away like smoke into the night. She stood naked before him, the moonlight washing over her flawless alabaster skin. Her light flaxen hair blew gently on the wind. She smiled warmly at him. He was aghast. She was fresh and nubile. And, lovely as the stars. He wondered if he’d been killed in battle and woken up in paradise. Or perhaps, his services had proven him worthy of Allah, and this was but a taste of the afterlife to come. In either case, she was a rare gift he would not refuse.
He smiled, his blood on fire as he approached her. Her smile was warm and innocent as a child’s. Her sweet laughter passed like a wave through the artful curves and recesses of a body blossoming into womanhood. He felt consumed by an ungodly inferno, and surrendered to it gratefully. Words were meaningless, even if he could bring himself to speak. No thought, no talking. Only God spoke, through her.
Burayd drew close to her, the moonlight washing over the gentle curve of her lovely face and shining off her dark eyes. Their lips almost touched. He paused, the fire in his blood turning to ice as his hand touched her shoulder. She was cold as death. The smile slipped off his face as he realized she wasn’t breathing.
His eyes snapped wide, his hair standing on end and his blood draining from his face as her eyes burned like crimson fire, her angelic smile turning into a hateful snarl. The soft, creamy flesh of her beautiful face warped and elongated into a grotesque leathery mask, vaguely like the face of some huge bat. Her jaws stretched wide, her teeth growing before his eyes into fangs glistening moist and silver/white in the moonlight as drool dripped from her mouth. Delicate feminine hands turned into powerful talons, gripping his arms as though in a vice.
He barely had time to scream as the fangs plunged into his jugular vein.
All feeling drained from his body. Despair filled him like a spreading frost. God had forsaken him. Only Satan stood before him now, as his blood was drained from him in the cold, uncaring gaze of the moon.
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