Hugo, Hernani & The Hot Blonde

It was shortly after the Paris premiere of the newly famous Victor Hugo’s “Hernani” in 1831.  Jack had retained his passion for live theatre all these years and had heard good things about this particular play.  For one thing, it was really pissing the general public off.  That always got his interest.  It was a tail of courtly romance and intrigue, where the king, the nobleman, and the bandit were all in love with the same woman.  Though she loved the bandit Hernani, for some absurd reason she was still disgustingly set to wed her uncle.  Meanwhile, the king went out of his way to cock-block Hernani by kidnapping the woman.  At some point, it became evident that the girl should get what she wanted, so the king gave her over to the bandit, who intended to marry her.  By the end of the wedding day feast, however, everyone stupidly went about killing themselves with poison.

Jack found it a bit too over the top for his tastes.  Like the characters in the play, he too was a nobleman of sorts with plenty of money and an attractive girl at his disposal whenever he chose one to his liking, which was most of them.  He couldn’t quite understand why everyone in these scenarios would up and kill themselves, leaving all of that behind.  Well the girl in the play, that one made good sense.  All she had left was to be incestuously wed to a close family relative.

The play may not have been to Jack’s liking, but the teary-eyed response it got from the stunningly elegant blonde woman a few seats away captured Jack’s attention in every way.  What was it about a beautiful woman moved to emotion that stirred things up so powerfully in him?  Emotional vulnerability leading to great sex was the first thing that came to his mind.  Yet something was exceedingly different about this woman, a thing he couldn’t quite wrap his brain around, though he felt it viscerally.  She was a lady amongst ladies.  Something else about her, bordering on the metaphysical made him feel as though the depths of her soul were calling out to him, or at least that’s what he imagined.

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WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?  You’ll have to wait and find out in a future post, or you could just ask the author by emailing him…

The Immortal Mansion

Jack and Lexxy’s mansion was unassuming, discreet yet with its many luxuries.  It didn’t assume as mentioned, because it didn’t have sentience, but it had a personality all its own.  The kind that says “Jack and Lexxy live here” even though they’d only been there for six months, most of that time without Lexxy being around.  A plush front law, though how plush couldn’t be seen clearly at the moment as it was night time and completely dark outside.  The house itself was a two storied beauty and the entire place was walled in like rich people like to do to keep out of sight of their neighbors.  Jack’s Mercedes pulled through the front gate and up the driveway to the car port followed closely by a tow truck with Lexxy’s damaged sports car hooked up to it.  Once Jack paid the driver for his efforts and sent him on his way, he headed into the house with Lexxy, both of them wrapped up in excited conversation.

–  Excerpt from The Suicidal Immortal (the novel)