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Onyx walked very fast to the girls’ room. He had forgotten about the very basic human necessity of the bladder to empty itself every so often. He almost didn't make it. It was a relief to finally go, and he even remembered to wash his hands when he was done. He was going to lie on his cot and regroup from the harrowing experience he had just had. On his way to the room he didn't speak to anyone; didn't look up at anyone either. The excitement of being around Violette and touching her had turned his eyes to a golden fire and he needed to cool off. He finally reached the bedroom and immediately lay down on the cot and closed his eyes, hiding them behind the crook of his arm.
That was a really stupid and insane thing to do! He should never have touched her! He could not do that again and survive this mission. He literally wanted to devour her. It was a terrible feeling, one that he never before felt for a blasted human. Why her? Why now? After fifty years of normal Gemini culture and training, this mortal was bringing him to his knees. She was literally intoxicating to be around. He wanted to possess her and keep her for himself. To be inside her would probably kill her because of the enormous friction and desire he felt when near her. Humans were fragile, and Violette was no exception. He did not want to hurt her, couldn't stand the thought.
To see her face hurt had angered him deeply. He planned on finding this bishop and messing with him a little. Yes, that would be fun, scaring the bully, make him doubt his own sanity. He would pay for hitting her, pay immensely. If he’d done it to Violette, he’d probably done it to others.
“Eleanor? Are you asleep?” Violette’s voice caught him off guard, and he jumped a little. Odd, he hadn't sensed her coming. He hoped his eyes were their normal color again."No, not asleep just resting." He moved his arm from his face and looked at her. He wasn't sure how much longer he could do this without blowing his cover and accidentally killing her out of sheer impatience to have her.
I was born in Chesapeake, Virginia on April 19th, 1979. I was raised within the American Indian religion and was taught great respect for the earth and all its living beings. Powwows, sweat lodges, vision quests, you name it, I’ve done it. I was the weird kid who would confront kids on the playground in elementary school when they squished a bug. I would very sincerely tell them what they were doing was morally wrong and then I would pray for the bug to come back as a butterfly in its next life.
I grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. He took me around the country to different places so he could research and write his Wilderness Survival books. One of his greatest works, “The Path of Power,” was written with a great medicine man, Sunbear. When I was twelve I started
hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand pages. My dad always encouraged me and would rave about my writing. He gave me the confidence I needed to keep writing and follow my dream. My daughter, who is twelve, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the legacy.