The Ghost Writer

Hi Everyone,

Here is the next instalment of My Day Out with my character from my Victorian Vampire romance, Nathan Valancourt, renamed, The Ghost Writer. Hope you enjoy it.

Sara :)



The Ghost Writer

I woke from sleep with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed, my heart thudding. A tall figure loomed in the dark shadows at the bottom of my bed. I opened my mouth to give a startled cry when the Chapter Two
figure stepped out of the shadows and came towards me. His movement was lightening quick and his hand pressed down upon my mouth firmly silencing any protest I wanted to make. I found myself pushed back down in the bed. Terrified I looked up into the face of my attacker now visible in the thin sliver of moonlight shining through a gap in my closed curtains. My eyes widened in surprise.

Nathan brought a finger to his lips and beckoned at me to hush. His piercing blue eyes were full of concern for me. I nodded and slowly he removed his hand. As he moved it away I caught the distinct flash of a gold wedding band. I hadn't noticed it at our last meeting and I had never written him as married in the traditional sense in my book. I couldn't help feeling puzzled. But there were more important questions to ask such as what he was doing waking me up in the middle of the night standing over me, for a start.

I opened my mouth to speak in a whisper but once again he placed his finger to his lips.

'Hurry. Rise and dress quickly,' he instructed in a firm urgent whisper.
Nathan was very used to giving commands without providing reasons. My own fault for writing him like that, I suppose.

Without further ado he pulled away the duvet and offered his hands to help me rise from the bed. The cold air of December hit me sharply and I felt mortified as he looked down at me lying in my red fleecy Pj's covered in white bunny rabbits, one size too big for me. Well, I feel the cold and big equals comfort. My daughter nicknamed them my polar bear outfit because I looked as if I was going to the arctic on an expedition. I had a strong compelling urge to snatch back the duvet and cover myself again as Nathan looked down at me and raised one dark eyebrow.

'Fetching,' he whispered, a wide grin lighting his handsome dark features. 'Now come we must hurry.'

'What for?' I demanded swinging my legs over the bed and taking his hands to allow him to pull me up.

'There is a man breaking into your house as we speak. He has been watching your house from the woods for three days now. He has been waiting for you to be alone. The moment your daughter left to stay with her father and family he has waited for an opportunity to find you alone in your home,' he told me hurriedly watching as I picked up my jeans and jumper.

'What?' I said with fright clutching my clothes tight to my chest.

'Hush. Dress.'

I moved towards the bathroom in a hurry but he stopped me.

'No here. I want you were I can see you.'

'You want to watch me dress,' I exclaimed with angry disbelief.
He flashed that wide wicked smile again and my heart skipped a beat.
'I would rather you took them off then put them on but unfortunately, we haven't got time for that . . .'

He flashed that wide wicked teasing smile again and my heart skipped a beat. I swear I blushed.

'I will be gallant and turn my back,' he said in another whisper.

A noise caught his ear and he moved to my bedroom door to investigate. I watched him move towards the door dressed in his long black coat and scarf just as he had appeared to me last time. I seized my chance and changed as fast as I could. I was just putting my legs into my jeans when I tripped and fell my full length, flat on my face. I cursed at the indignity and found myself being pulled up from the ground in one fast motion. Nathan.

'You never had good balance,' he bemoaned.

'What are you talking about . . . I had never had good balance?' I questioned confused.

He shook his head.

'We haven't got time to talk, he is coming. It is time to correct past mistakes.'

'You talk in riddles, Nathan. You talk of this man as if I know him.'

'You do. Perhaps the name Marcus Allbright may coax your memory,' he said taking my arm in a firm grip to pull me to his side.

I shook my head.

'I have never known anyone called Marcus Allbright . . .'

'He is from your distant past. You must try to remember. He is not to be trusted. He is a dangerous, evil man.'

I felt my blood run cold and a shiver travel the length of my spine. I shuddered suddenly feeling very afraid.

'But I have never known anyone by that name in my past,' I gave a surprise shrug. 'Not in this lifetime anyway,' I reflected with sarcasm.
Nathan stared down at me arching another brow.

'Quite. But in your last lifetime you were both acquainted and he has unfinished business with you. I will not tolerate his advances towards you again,' I was informed in fierce tones.

Part of me wanted to laugh out loud. Past life??? Nonsense. But somewhere deep inside it resonated with me. I was about to question Nathan further when he suddenly pushed me back against my wardrobe door and turned quickly to stand in front of me. He splayed his arms out to the side to shield the whole of my person, pressing me further back against the door.

I managed to lift myself up on to my tiptoes and peep over his shoulder. My mouth fell upon as my whole body froze in fright. The corner of my bedroom was amass of blue light. A dark tall figure emerged from the light and walked towards us. Two other figures followed the man. I felt Nathan press me back even more into the door, determined to protect me at all costs. My mouth fell upon as the figure's face became clear and recognisable in the moonlight.