The Birth of Jaiden
Jennifer Malone Wright
Long ago, a prophecy was foreseen. A child would be born, a child who held the power to destroy the world. Now, it is up to Alexander Lucas, a one-hundred-year-old vampire, to keep the baby girl safe from his arch enemy Malcolm.
In order to save her, Alexander must raise the child as his own. Will he be able to resist his vampire tendencies to care for a human baby? With the help of the wisest of the supernatural, an organization called The Great Council, Alexander must face many battles to ensure the safety of this very special child.
Jennifer Malone Wright resides in the beautiful mountains of northern Idaho with her husband and five children. Between the craziness of taking care of her children, whose ages range from fifteen all the way down to one year, and being a homemaker, Jennifer has little time left for herself. The time she does have left, usually leading far into the night, is spent working on freelance work or her beloved fiction.
When she grew up, Jennifer always had her nose in a book. She has been writing stories and poems since grade school. This love of the written word and her strong interest in the paranormal is what has led to her first novel “The Birth of Jaiden.”
In addition to being a mother and homemaker, Jennifer is also a very proud military wife. Moving around the country for the last ten years has made her a bit of a nomad and she finds it difficult to be in one place for too long.
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Electric tingles of nervousness that vampires seldom feel
traveled through Alex’s body. The colossal sky slowly
turned from black, to gray, and even more slowly to blue.
They kept their thoughts to themselves as they waited in
silence. Alex squeezed Danielle’s hand and thought of how
all those years, with all of his hopes and dreams, he had
never thought he’d ever get to see another sunrise, the thing
he wanted more than anything.
Slivers of clouds mingled together in a pastel dance of
pinks, purples, and hazy oranges, then parted again and
made way for the huge ball of fire that rose into the sky.
Every emotion took its turn with Alex. Excitement replaced
the nervousness and he wondered how a dead heart could
beat so wildly. As the tip of the sun rose, his eyes slammed
shut in pain.
“Aaaahhhh!”
His free hand flew up to his head while a million tiny
knives stabbed into his brain.
“Alex! Are you ok?” Danielle asked.
“I’m fine.” He pried his eyes open slowly, trying to give
them time to adjust. There was no way anyone could spend
years in darkness and not feel tremendous pain with their
first glimpse of sunlight. The burning continued intensely,
but he had every intention of seeing this through.
While the sun rose ever so slowly, he felt joy spreading
within him but it also felt like there was a molten warmth
spreading there as well. Determined to ignore any feelings of
discomfort, he kept his eyes on the expanse before him.
The sun made its final assent when a volcano erupted
inside of him and filled his veins with scorching lava.
“Noooo!” Alex cried out and clutched his free hand to his
stomach.
“Jeremiah! His hands!” Now, Danielle’s voice was close to
hysteric. Even as Alex crumpled to the ground, she would
not let go of his hand.
His skin felt like bubbling hot wax. He wrenched his eyes
away from the sunrise to look at his hands and saw large
smoking burns on his skin. His mouth opened to scream, yet
nothing came out.
Alex quickly returned his eyes to the sky. He didn’t care
that he was burning or that he couldn’t speak; it seemed as if
every feeling and thought faded into the background. He
knew he was in some kind of trouble, yet, to him, it was all
happening in slow motion.
Alex refused to look away from the sun.
“Alex! Close your eyes!” Jeremiah hollered at him.
He didn’t think about Jaiden or Isabella or even God, only
about himself. Overcome by the joy of the moment, he
refused to see what was happening to him.
“Alex, do it!”
He heard Danielle’s voice in the distance.
“Danielle, take his legs.”
Smoke rose into Alex’s line of vision.
“We have to get him into the basement. It is the safest
place,” Jeremiah told Danielle.
“Hurry, let’s get him.”
Alex couldn’t speak. He couldn’t tell them to stop. He
wasn’t sure if it was because he could not speak or because he
was so mesmerized by the rising sun. He could feel them
dragging him across the porch.
No, no, no, he told himself. He wouldn’t let them take
from him what he had missed most all of those years. Anger
welled up inside him. How could they do that, knowing how
much it meant to him? How could they take away his
moment?
Alex had no idea how badly he was injured. He had no
idea what it could do if he stayed in the sunlight much
longer. Danielle, who was very strong, was at his feet, but
Jeremiah was mortal and old, which made him weak.
Jeremiah held him underneath each of his arms and
attempted to drag Alex into the house. Suddenly, to their
surprise, Alex twisted violently and landed face down on the
wooden porch.
His legs had come free from Danielle’s grip and he started
to crawl back into the sunlight.
Danielle screamed, “Get him, Hurry!”
Jeremiah grabbed the back of his coat and yanked back
but his strength was nothing compared to Alex’s. Jeremiah
lost his grip and fell on his backside.
Yes, yes! Alex thought. I am going to make it. I am going to
live in the day!
Common sense had completely left him and they were
dealing with a crazed vampire.
Suddenly, his head was forced down onto the porch and
the rest of his body was flattened against it too. Danielle had
tackled him like a football player. She sat atop his body and
held his hair in her fist.
“I’m sorry, Alex.”
With that, she pulled his head back and slammed it into
the porch, face first, with her incredible strength.
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