Friday Flash Fiction “Mate of the Vail” Part 1

Happy Friday!  Here is your Friday Flash Fiction for the week!  Since our last “Mini-Series” did so well, I am going to do this one in a 4-part!  I give to you the story of Tessa McClain and Deacon Vail. 

This story is, like every week’s Flash Fiction, completely RAW and UNEDITED!  These stories are written just from a crazy idea I have in my head.  I start writing and HIT publish on the page.

I truly hope you enjoy these little quick stories as much as I do writing them.  They are fun and are actually HELPFUL, almost like a practice for my other writings.

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Have a WONDERFUL weekend!

Much love, always,



Mate of the Vail”

Part 1

In a world where vampires walk in the daylight, we are not hard to miss. Our pale skin and bright red eyes give us away to the humans who live in fear of us. We have to live just as they do, but groups have formed who discriminate against us and beg the government to take us out.

We still feel, we still live, although we are technically dead. Our hearts are silent, but we still think, still process right from wrong. We still give birth to our children. The only thing that we do differently…we drink from humans, unless we are mated.

And this is what I, Tessa McClain, am in search of on these lonely streets. I felt his unworldly call to me, and I have finally given up hiding. Today, I am searching for my mate. The one that fate says will complete me in all ways. The male vampire mate is said to be the most loving and loyal creature on the planet.

I hope they are right.

Pulling my hoodie lower over my face, I closed my eyes and let the sensations in my chest guide me down this street, to a part of town that was for the wealthy. My mate was close, so close that my knees buckled when I turned the corner on Jackson Street. My breathing faltered as I passed the first house on the street.

Sudden commotion up ahead had me freezing in my tracks. Several vampires, dressed in expensive, but modest, suits filed out the front door of this beautiful two-story Tudor home. When the group parted, I cried out as my eyes fell upon him. He was there.

My hand automatically reached out as I felt my insides cramp with need. I was warned about the severe pain I’d experience when I first laid eyes on my mate, but I had no idea the severity of the longing, the need for his touch.

My body turned in on itself, and then I was falling. Strong arms wrapped around my delicate body, and I sighed from relief. When I opened my eyes, I blinked several times trying to take in the male in front of me. He was the most breathtaking man I’d ever laid eyes on.

His eyes matched my own, his face looked as soft as cotton. The vampire that held me had hair the color of coal, and a jaw that was chiseled from the finest stone.

Mate,” he said in awe.

Mate,” I nodded.

“Beautiful,” the vampire who held me said. His voice wrapped around my body, boring into my heart. I inhaled deep and memorized his scent, pulling it deep into my very soul. “Your beauty is more than the sun on a cloudless day.”

“What is your name,” I whispered. We were still outside his home with several vampires huddled around us, but I only had eyes for the male who was my mate.

“Deacon Vail, my love,” he smiled, showing off the most perfect set of white teeth. “And who do I have the pleasure of holding in my arms?”

“Tessa McClain,” I smiled.

“Tessa,” he whispered as if he was testing the sound on his tongue. “Welcome home.”

“I like the sound of that,” I sagged deeper into his arms.

“Master Vail,” one of the men said, interrupting us. “We need to go back inside. It’s not safe for you to be out here.”

“What’s wrong,” I asked in shock.

“My position within the Council make me a target of the humans,” he admitted as he started walking toward his home, our home. I was still held tightly in his arms.

“Council,” I asked. “Our Council?”

“Yes, love,” he smiled.

This was big, like super oh-my-fucking-wow big! My mate was a leader within our race, and his life was in jeopardy because of it. A foreign feeling bubbled up inside my chest. A protective side of myself I didn’t even know I possessed, burned in my veins. He was mine! I’d just met him and others wanted to take him away? Oh, hell no!

Inside the home, people moved around doing several tasks. A woman, who was dressed as if she were a maid, dusted a lamp in the foyer. When she turned around, her eyes widened with knowledge. Immediately, she bowed her head and said, “Mistress.”

“Mannie,” my mate announced. “This is my mate, Tessa.”

“Hello, Mannie,” I said, still in his arms.

“Mistress Tessa,” she smiled. “It is a pleasure. Welcome to your home.”

“Thank you,” I replied. I immediately liked this woman. She was older than myself, but not by much, when she was turned.

“I’m taking the rest of the night off,” Deacon announced as he ignored the protest of the other men.

He hurried up the stairs and turned right. At the end of the hall was a set of double doors that, once they were opened, revealed a magnificent mater retreat. The bed was large as it sat on the center of the wall to our left. A large flat screen television was mounted above a fireplace opposite of the bed. A small blue couch sat in front of the fireplace and television. The color matched the deep blue of the spread that covered the bed.

“You can set me down,” I smiled warmly at him.

“I like holding you,” he admitted, but reluctantly release me from his arms. The loss of his touch physically hurt. The ache in my belly returned and I sucked in a deep breath. “Tessa? What’s wrong love?”

“Ache,” I moaned and sat down on the bed.

“It’s the mating,” he sighed. “Here, drink from me. It should lessen the pains.”

“Do you not hurt?” I asked.

“I’ve been hurting for you for days,” he said, unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Why did you wait so long?”

“I really don’t know,” I admitted. “I left my home in St. Louis a week ago with this feeling that I was needed somewhere. The sense of needing something was too great. I just followed my senses and ended up here, in Atlanta. I tried to fight it, when I realized what was happening, but the longing was too unbearable. I had to find you.”

“I would’ve come to you sooner or later,” he admitted. “My mind was playing tricks on me as well, but I was not allowed to leave.”

“Are you in that much danger,” I asked, worried.

“Let’s not worry about that for now,” he said, placing his hand behind my head in a possessive manner, and pulling me toward his neck. “Drink, love.”

My fangs ached as they descended. The pulse point in his neck called to me. His scent was musky and all male. His red eyes glowed as I leaned in, placing a kiss to his neck. “Thank you,” I hissed as I struck his vein. The blood of a mate, rich and fulfilling poured over my tongue. I couldn’t swallow fast enough.

Deacon’s chest rumbled as I twisted my body and climbed onto his lap. The expensive material of his slacks rubbed against the bare skin on my legs, my skirt inched up revealing the tops of my legs. His arms wrapped around my waist in a protective hold, one hand snaked into my long, blonde hair.

I released his vein when the pains in my core lessoned, giving me the first pain free moments in days. When I looked into his eyes, they had darkened and his fangs were biting into his bottom lip in a way that I couldn’t look away from.

My body was turned, my back hit the mattress with a force of a thousand raging bulls, as he struck the vein in my neck. His body covered mine protectively as he fed. The vampire above me purred as he received nutrients from my life essence.

“Is that better,” he smiled as he emerged from my vein. I nodded, and he didn’t move from the position he was in.

His hard body molded to my own. Deacon was much, so much, larger than I was. He had to be over six foot tall, and I was barely five and a half. His erection was hard against my inner thigh, and I found myself shifting my leg to rub against it.

“See what you do to me, mate,” he asked.

A knock on the door interrupted our exchange. My mate growled at the offender who was waiting patiently for him to answer the call.

“Make yourself at home, Tessa,” he bowed his head and took my hand. The soft brush of his lips against my knuckles would’ve caused my knees to buckle if I wasn’t already on my back. “I will be back shortly.”

“Okay,” I nodded and watched as he walked to the door.

“What,” he growled to the man who’d spoken to him earlier outside the home. The guy stuck pretty close to Deacon. I could only guess that he was either his guard or possibly his advisor.

Whatever Deacon’s job was with the Council of vampires that ruled beside the human’s government, he was a target. Most members of the Council were diplomats, usually elders in our race. I had only been a vampire for about five years. Deacon had to be hundreds, if not thousands, of years old. I didn’t look a day over the age of twenty-seven when I was turned, or when I was injected with the virus.

I was part of the first waves of humans who were kidnapped by scientists and injected with the toxins that would turn me into a vampire. Once the experiment failed, the ones who were untrained, were unleased into the world when the laboratories were shut down by the human government. Some of them escaped. It didn’t take long before the epidemic reached apocalyptic proportions.

My family was killed that first year, and ever since then I have been running from the scientists. Rumor has been spread that they are trying to recapture the original ones, for what I do not know. I wasn’t going to stick around and find out. I’d moved twelve times in the last four years, always staying one step ahead of them. Did my coming here put my mate in jeopardy? Would he protect me from the people who turned me into what I am today?

Whatever was going to happen, I had a feeling of peace here at Deacon’s home. I’m not sure where my life will lead from this moment, but I’m hoping that the fact that I have a mate will help me stay protected from the people who may just be out to put me down like a rabid animal.

To Be Continued…..

About Author Theresa Hissong

International Best Selling Author of Contemporary & Paranormal Romance.
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One Response to Friday Flash Fiction “Mate of the Vail” Part 1

  1. Love ♡♥♡♥♡

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