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  HARKER'S JOURNEY

  An Ellora's Cave Publication, January 2005

  Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

  1337 Commerce Drive, #13

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  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0138-9

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  HARKER'S JOURNEY © 2005 N.J. WALTERS

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places,

  events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors' imagination

  and used fictitiously.

  Edited byPamela Cohen.

  Cover art bySyneca .

  Warning:

  The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature

  readers. Harker's Journey has been rated S-ensuous by a minimum of three independent

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  Harker's Journey

  N.J. Walters

  Dedication

  Thank you to my loving husband whose support and encouragement has never wavered

  and without whom I would never have had the courage to begin, much less finish, any

  book. Thank you to my editor, Pamela Cohen, for her hard work far above the call of

  duty, especially on this novella; you've helped my small idea grow into itself.

  * * *

  Chapter One

  "This can't be happening," Johanna Harker muttered to herself as she limped off the

  gravel path to lean against a tree. Scowling at the road, she eyed the heel of her expensive

  Italian leather pump, a casualty of her forced trek.

  Her rental car from the airport had broken down just as she'd coasted into the sleepy,

  little village. With no time to get a replacement or have it repaired, she'd been forced to

  look for an alternative source of transportation. After asking around at both the gas

  station and the inn where she was staying, she found only one man who would hire out

  his vehicle for the arduous trip to Dalakis Castle later that same day. No amount of money

  could entice anyone else to drive her. The old man, with his stooped shoulders and snow-

  white handlebar mustache, had shown up late, and then when the castle was finally within

  sight, he had refused to take her past the point where the pavement ended and the dirt

  road began.

  Nothing she had said changed his mind. After wasting twenty minutes she didn't have,

  alternatively arguing and cajoling, she climbed out of the passenger seat and stared in

  dismay as the driver sped away, leaving her and her briefcase standing at the bottom of a

  long, dusty road.

  With nothing left for her to do, she'd begun walking towards her destination. At least she

  hoped it was her destination. The old man hadn't spoken much English, but he'd nodded

  emphatically when she'd pointed, on her roughly sketched map, to the name of the place

  she was going. So far, all she had accomplished was destroying her shoe.

  Cursing the driver of the battered old truck, she gave into the inevitable, propped her

  back against the tree trunk, and balanced herself carefully as she pulled off her unharmed

  shoe. Closing her eyes, she bent the heel ruthlessly backward until it popped off, then she

  shoved the shoe back onto her foot.

  With her back still against the tree, she surveyed her surroundings. Thick woods that

  made her slightly uncomfortable, city girl that she was, surrounded the dirt road.

  Squinting, she could barely see more than a few yards into the dense undergrowth, but

  she could easily imagine all kinds of wild creatures. She could hear several different birds

  calling and singing to one another and the air was filled with the scents of the wildflowers

  that grew wild on either side of the road. Their vibrant colors of red, yellow, and purple

  looked even brighter against the dark green of the forest. It felt strange to be so alone.

  She took a moment to loop the strap of her briefcase over one arm and around her neck

  before pushing away from the tree. Pocketing the damaged heel, she dusted off her beige

  linen jacket, and limped back onto the road. "Cow path is more like it." Her voice startled

  a bird from the bushes, and it flew right in front of her. Johanna jumped back and

  stumbled on the uneven rocks, falling on her behind.

  She lay in the road for a moment and surveyed her condition. It occurred to her that she

  could just stay there until someone drove by and found her. But no, with her luck she'd

  be lying there until she turned to dust. Besides, she had business to attend to. After all,

  that was why she was limping down this godforsaken path.

  Rolling carefully to her knees, she slowly levered herself off the ground. Her nylons

  were shredded, her skirt was dirty, and her jacket had a rip. All in all, a day that had

  started out so well was quickly going downhill. Gathering her strength, Johanna

  continued trudging towards the castle in the distance, longing for her jeans and hiking

  boots that were back at the quaint little inn where she was staying.

  It was her own fault for wanting to look professional. As a representative of the Baxter

  Corporation in Chicago, who was financing this trip, she'd wanted to look cool and

  composed for her meeting with their largest client, Mr. Dalakis.

  It was an odd quirk of Mr. Dalakis that he insisted a company representative personally

  come to his home before he would sign anything. The company hierarchy humored the

  man simply because he was so bloody rich. How rich, they didn't even know, as he dealt

  with many other companies besides theirs.

  As the newest member of the investment firm, she was the only one that could be spared

  from the office for an extended period of time. Therefore, she had been given explicit

  instructions by her bosses and saddled with the dreaded job of flying halfway around the

  world so their client could sign some papers. In truth, she'd prayed for weeks that she

  would be given the assignment. When it had been handed to her, she had nodded coolly

  and accepted the folder with the paperwork an
d her itinerary. The trip would last a week,

  at Mr. Dalakis' request, and whoever was dispatched would cool their heels in the local

  hotel until he sent word that he would see them.

  Johanna had been thrilled when she'd found the note waiting upon her arrival, requesting

  her immediate presence. That meant she could get the business part of the trip finished

  and move on to the pleasure.

  Stopping for a moment, she took in the sheer magnificence of the mountains rising in the

  distance. She was really here. Her aches and problems were momentarily forgotten as the

  reality of the situation set in. Turning slowly in a circle, she drank in the sights and

  sounds. The mountains, the flowers, the birds, and even the dark, scary forest enthralled

  her. After ten years of dreaming, she, Johanna Harker, was inTransylvania, land of the

  vampire.

  Her briefcase bumped against her hip as she started walking again, more eager than ever

  to finish with business so that she could immerse herself in the experience. She'd already

  signed up for a walking tour around the town, and there was a university expert giving a

  tour of Dracula's castle that she definitely wanted to be a part of. Given the expense of

  the trip, this would probably be the only opportunity she'd have to visit, so she wanted to

  see and do everything.

  Her friends had thought her weird, but Johanna had always been fascinated with

  vampires. It had begun the day before her eighteenth birthday when a friend had given

  her the classic novel by Bram Stoker for a present, making fun of the fact she had the

  same last name as one of the characters.

  "Maybe you're a bloodsucking vampire," her friend had teased. "I mean, didn't one of

  the main characters have the last name Harker like you? Maybe you're a relative?"

  Johanna had devoured the book from start to finish, captivated by the powerful, alluring

  figure of Dracula.

  Then the dreams had begun. Not the nightmares that her mother had predicted, but long,

  hot encounters with a man who, at the end of the dream, always turned out to be a

  vampire. She'd been having the dreams every night of the full moon for almost twelve

  years now. The night of her eighteenth birthday had been the beginning and she

  remembered that dream as vividly as the night it occurred...

  Tucked upstairs in the far corner of her parent's home in an older suburb of Chicago, her

  childhood bedroom was shrouded in darkness, lit only by the glow of the full moon that

  poured through the open window. The sheer white curtains fluttered in the breeze as she

  rolled over in bed and gazed out at the night. One moment she was alone, and the next, he

  was there, standing in the shadows at the end of the bed. She was not afraid of his

  presence, but rather, she had been waiting for him.

  He advanced towards her, his movements fluid and graceful. She gasped as a beam of

  moonlight illuminated his features. Striking and dangerous were the two words that

  popped into her head. Dressed entirely in black, his great height and massive shoulders

  almost immediately blocked out most of the light. As if sensing her need to see him

  better, he turned slightly so she could make out his features.

  Long dark hair was swept back from his face, falling in a curtain of silk around his

  shoulders. His forehead was prominent, and his cheekbones were high. Quirked in a half

  smile, his lips were thin, yet surprisingly sensual. For a moment, his eyes seemed to glow

  an eerie red before fading to dark once again. As much as she strained, she could not

  make out their color.

  "Green." His deep, slightly accented voice answered her unasked question.

  She felt his voice, for it seemed to vibrate deep inside her, causing her to yearn for

  something. What that craving was, she wasn't sure, but she longed to hear him speak

  again.

  "Sit, please." Scooting over to the center of the bed, she patted the white duvet next to

  her.

  A satisfied smile crossed his face as he sank to the mattress. He said nothing and sat as

  still as a stone. Predator. The word flashed in her head and a deep fear rose within her as

  her heart began to pound in her chest.

  His dark laughter filled the air, and one of his large hands covered her fluttering heart.

  The heat from his palm seared her chest. She wanted to move, but she was paralyzed by

  fear. His green-eyed gaze captured hers and she could not tear away from their terrible

  beauty. For a moment she thought she was dead, and lamented the fact that there were so

  many things left in life that she wanted to do.

  As the thought flashed through her mind, his face took on such a look of pain and sorrow

  that she would have done anything he'd asked of her if it would alleviate his torment.

  She'd never seen such a look of anguish, and for a brief moment she experienced the

  deep suffering of his very soul.

  "You are the one." His voice was laced with surprise and what sounded like hope. He sat

  back and pulled his hand away, holding it fisted in his lap. Johanna felt the loss keenly. It

  was almost as if he had taken her heart with him.

  "The one what?" she whispered.

  "You are my heart and my soul. The beautiful spirit that I have sought through the dark

  days of my existence. I will protect you with my entire being for as long as you shall live

  and beyond, if you someday choose to join me." Spoken like a vow, the words brought

  tears to her eyes. The deep emotion in his voice left her shaken and unsure.

  Slowly, as if not to frighten her, he trailed a finger down her cheek, tenderly wiping

  away a tear. "I did not mean to frighten you, little one. You will forgive me, yes?"

  She loved the way he spoke, sounding both old-fashioned and foreign. It gave him an air

  of charm and sophistication. Johanna raised one of her hands to her face and trapped his

  hand with hers. Guiding it to her lips, she kissed the palm of his hand. "Yes, I will forgive

  you."

  He hissed when her mouth made contact, but did not pull away. "You are playing with

  fire, my love. But who am I to discourage you?" Pulling his hand away from hers, he

  placed both his palms on the pillow on either side of her face. Slowly, he lowered himself

  over her until his lips were almost touching hers. "One last chance."

  Chapter Two

  Instead of answering him, Johanna raised her lips to his and kissed him. It was a slow,

  unhurried caress as she nibbled at his mouth, reveling in its softness and texture. She

  outlined the shape of his lips with her tongue, enjoying the taste of them. Even his lips

  tasted exotic and spicy.

  Her entire body was tingling now, and was filled with a restless energy that was centered

  between her thighs. She was so enthralled with the new sensations coursing through her

  body that it took her a moment to realize he wasn't responding to her. Feeling

  embarrassed, she lowered her head back to the pillow and turned her head away from

  him, unwilling to see the look of pity, or worse, scorn in his eyes.

  "Look at me." The dark command vibrated throughout the room. Johanna immediately

  complied. "If I take you now, you will always be mine." The tone and the words he spoke

  seemed to reach inside her and touch her very core.

  Swallowing hard, she searched her heart and her mind and came
up with one answer.

  Yes. The minute she thought it, he tore the covers back from the bed and she was left lying

  there in only a sheer white nightgown. The fabric clung to her curves, outlining her

  breasts and hips, and the shadow of her pubic hair was visible through the thin covering.

  His hands traced the delicate lace collar of the garment before gripping it with both

  hands and tearing it straight down the middle. Pushing the edges of the torn cloth wide,

  he exposed her entire body to him. She felt slightly self-conscious at the smallness of her

  breasts and her long, skinny legs, but his eyes burned hotly as they studied her.

  "Mine," he uttered.

  Taking his time, his hands traced a slow path down her neck. The pulse at the base

  fluttered wildly and he bent forward and licked it. His tongue was hot and his teeth were

  sharp as he nipped her, leaving her feeling branded by him.

  Standing, he tore off his own clothes and left them scattered by the bed. She'd thought

  him magnificent fully clothed, but naked he looked like a barbarian king. His black hair

  swept across his impossibly wide shoulders and back. Massive arms hung beside a

  heavily muscled chest that tapered down to his waist.

  But it was his groin that caught her attention. His cock was thick, long and fully aroused.

  As she watched, it seemed to grow even larger. His burning gaze held her captive as he

  climbed into bed and lowered himself next to her.

 

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