Forbidden Love by D M Broadfield (free children's online books txt) 📕

Forbidden love

By D M Ure






• Preface
• Chapter 1 - A new beginning
• Chapter2 – High School
• Chapter 3 – Mutual Attraction
• Chapter 4 – Premonitions
• Chapter 5 – Confessions
• Chapter 6 – Absence makes the heart weaker
• Chapter 7 – The proposal
• Chapter 8 – The new house
• Chapter 9 – The wedding
• Chapter 10 – The unbelievable
• Chapter 11 – The special delivery
• Chapter 12 – Relief
• Epilogue


Preface

I knew the decisions I was making were going to hurt everyone I loved and held sacred to my heart, but sometimes in your life you have to follow your heart’s desires no matter how ludicrous they seemed.
Whether my decision was right all not, I couldn’t ignore the yearning I had for him, even though being with him would result in my violent death I had to be with him.
How can anyone deny the screams of the heart?, but I made my decision, he is what I wanted and needed, and when my death happens in result of that decision then I would gladly accept it, I’d rather live with short time I had with my love then live for eternity without him.


Chapter 1 – A new beginning

Moving again to a new destination was always a tiresome affair. My father William had received confirmation that Port Townsend was the new safe haven for immortals and other mythical creatures. Mythical, those being Were beasts and Vampires, as you may refer them to, but they are very much a reality in our world. So we are moving yet again.
We have to relocate a lot in case mortals discovered that we are somewhat different, or because of part bloods tracking and attacking us.
Part bloods are mixed species of Vampires, the result when rogue purebloods impregnate humans.
The problem with part bloods is that they are highly physcotic and a dangerous to all species. Luckily for us they are sterile and not immortal, they will eventually die, and I know it sounds harsh and cruel, but they are the most evil of species you could ever come across. They are what gave Vampires a bad name, the inspiration to Bram stoker’s ‘Dracula’, and causing fear amongst mortals.
They savagely live for the kill, consuming whatever they can, killing and draining all, be it human, Vampire or any other living creature, and they are also known to play with their food, pardon the pun, torturing you till you beg for them to end your exist.
Luckily I had only met one and that was in 1932, he was that horrific he made headlines across America and even hitting most horrific serial killers in history.
He tore through the small native village we were settled in, killing everyone he came into contact with. It wasn’t till father and Gareth managed to capture him and dispose of him humanely as possible. But the death and destruction he left was devastating, families torn apart, and the grief was overwhelming something I prayed I’d never have to live through again.
So the news of finding a town where mortals, immortals etc... Could congregate and live in harmony, was wonderful and we jumped at the chance.
“You have more chance of survival in numbers,” my father always said.
Part bloods were on the increase because of ancient purebloods losing their minds to boredom and impregnating as many humans as possible, so it made sense to move.
So Port Townsend it was, a place where we could settle and call home on a permanent basis. Thrilled with the idea father contacted the local estates agents who luckily employed purebloods and Were beasts, and purchased a property and decided to move us all straight away.
“Carrie-Ann, get a move on” my mother called to me for the hundredth time.
My mother is absolutely stunning. Unlike me she has long wavy blonde hair the shade of gold, with her eyes crystal blue, that changes to deep blood red when she is need of our supplementary diet, Tall, slender and voluptuous she looks like a Hollywood actress from the early 1930’s.
“I’m coming” I replied. Grabbing my jacket and my last packed box, I took one long glance of my room.
I always felt a pang of sadness whenever we moved; I always became slightly attached to places, hoping they would be our home for more than a few years.
Sighing I closed my bedroom door and went down our wide winding staircase for the last time.
“Why do you have to take so long Carrie?” my father asked as he locked door.
My father’s features were so different from my mother’s. His long black hair fell and rested on his shoulders, his eyes were always burgundy shade of red. He never gave up the hunt like the rest of us, so occasionally if we were out in public he would wear brown contact lenses.
“Move over Carrie - Jeez” my brother complained as he pushed me across the back seat of our Jeep.
My brother Gareth is my twin. We share the same colour hair, Deep brown with hints of red. Whereas I am shy, he is outgoing and boisterous.
We were born two hundred and eighteen years ago, but we look about eighteen, which is one of the many bonuses from being a pureblood Vampire, ageing slowly stopping finally at around 400 years with the appearance of an average 45 year old human.
Sitting in the back seat of out Jeep, waiting for my parents to climb aboard, I glanced around, the removal van pulled off casting a horrid cloud of dark exhaust fumes that vaguely blocked the beauty of the setting sun behind the tall fir trees that surround our home.
I wasn’t too sad to leave Wisconsin where we lived there for past three years; I hadn’t made any friends. Actually I tried not to. I hated making new friends and watching them grow old and eventually die. In fact I don’t have any friends, apart from my brother.
It was just the beauty of the place I was attracted to. I was always one for the raw feel of the wilderness and the scents and sights, unlike my brother he thrived in cities and huge communities. It’s not that I’m not sociable it’s just rare for me to find someone with the same kindred spirit for the wild.
Gareth and I decided that Port Townsend was going to be a fresh start for us both. Gareth was determined to make new friends and finally having a social life he craved for, I on the other hand would be contented with just finding another soul to match mine.
Mother were hoping that we each found a partner and settled down and give her grandchildren she could spoil, something I was definitely in no rush to do . I barely lived myself, even though I am a couple of centuries old, we have lived a pretty sheltered life, this would be a new start and challenged for us all.
Finally my parents boarded the car and we were heading off to our new home. My father decided to drive from Florence Wisconsin all the way to our new home, we tried insisting on flying, but he loves geography and wanted to view the scenery on the way.
So plugging my earphones in from my iPod I zoned out whilst my father started the long drive ahead.
From One motel to another they all blended in along the way, they were all pretty much the same, the stale smell of cigarettes, and stained carpets, this was another reason I hated travelling on the road.
It eventually took us just under two days and a little over 2,023 miles and multiple amounts of arguments to arrive at our final destination.
Port Townsend had the grand population of 9,133 people, now 9,137 and over a 1,000 of them were either immortals like us or Were beasts.
I was instantly impressed, the city was beautiful, with its dense green surrounding forests and local parks, and thriving community. It was also renowned for its arts and literature, which thrilled my novelist parents.
As my father drove through the town of Port Townsend I couldn’t get over the superb structures of the architecture, huge Victorian buildings stood high and proud in the town centre they were beautiful. The town hall was stunning, with its red sand brick and tall clock tower; I was astounded by the workmanship of the design above the clock. Tall wooden boats with huge white sails filled the bay, it was like stepping back in time a history relived, and it was wonderfully peaceful too.
The city its self was immaculately built and cared for. I had a moment of excitement; I felt my stomach tighten with joy at the prospect that this beautiful city would finally become our home.
Finally pulling up at our new home, I was amazed by the astounding beauty of the building. It was a three storey Victorian style building, with a porch that surrounded the front of the house, and it even a huge balcony that skirted the massive wide windows on the second floor.
Painted in light shades of blues and whites it was picturesque.
Small wild bushes with shades of deep reds and luscious greens surrounded the house, along with its long immaculately kept lawns.
The tall trees from the neighbouring Chetzemoka Park were casting dark protective shadows over our home, but something about the park sent chills down my spine. I found myself staring over my shoulder, it felt as though something were watching us, yet even though I had superb eyesight and sense of smell I couldn’t see or smell a thing out of the ordinary, the only smell was that of fresh cut lawns and damp earth.
“Well William, you outshone yourself this time darling, it’s wonderful.” Mother said breaking my trance from the woods
“Got it at a bargain too, obviously there’s a bit of renovation to do but once Gareth and I get stuck in it will be home soon enough.” Father replied with confidence, Gareth looked away at the suggestion of hard manual labour.
“Well come on, let’s explore the house.” mother suggested excitedly as she ran up the white wooden steps that lead to pair of huge white doors.
Luckily the removal men had been and gone before our arrival, the agent, Jenson McCall whom father had purchase the house from kindly offered to supervise the delivery of our belongings and also make sure our dietary needs were refrigerated.
Jenson McCall was a pureblood too, and worked in the local estate agents part time to help keep an eye on the purebloods and Were beast that decided to move to Port Townsend.
He had a duty as part of the council to make sure all new comers obeyed the rules; keep humans safe, keeping the identity of us all hidden and to keep a census of pure bloods and Were beasts.
Father opened the front doors proudly and gestured with his arm to enter. Greeting us was a huge wide hallway, with honey coloured wooden floors that gleamed and shone in the sun’s rays from the windows.
A few white huge heavy looking doors were scattered here and there off the hallway, the door ahead was left open exposing a brightly lit kitchen.
Starting to feel weak from the exposure of the sun, I