Chapter 1 of Treasured: A WIP Part 1

Hey everyone! I thought I would share with you the first chapter of my new Project, Treasured. It is fun planning this project, and some things will change when the final project is finished, but I wanted to share it with you. It will be shared in parts.

This is the first draft, but it is one of the rare times when a first draft is worth sharing. I will share the next part of the chapter on Tuesday the 10th of July. I will be sharing Chapters 1 and 2 but that is all unless I change my mind. I will keep you updated.

I hope you enjoy! Don’t be afraid to comment what you think or any improvements I could make. All feedback is welcome.

Chapter 1 of Treasured: Part 1

POV: Camilla Peterson

My heart beat faster when I saw his familiar face. I remembered the last time I had seen that face. It wasn’t pleasant. I thought I would never see him again, much less in a small town where I grew up. I had returned here, across the country, in the hopes of finding peace.

Instead, I had found out why his name was so familiar. His name was on some of the old historical documents I perused in the historical society for fun. A town founded in the colonial times has a lot of history. In my hometown of Orkney the documents were particularly well preserved. And guess whose name was on the documents as one of the founding members of the town?

You guessed it. The guy I moved back home to avoid. The guy who I knew was a monster. Audric Poole.

And he was here, in my place of work, sitting at the bar and surveying the crowd, drinking his signature: Jim Beam, neat. Unfortunately, I was the bartender, and the restaurant wasn’t busy. He was the only patron sitting at the bar where I was working. And his ice blue eyes were watching me intently.

My mind was plagued with images of him and the girl. He was a monster. How was I supposed to act normal around him?

Not to mention the fact that a lot of people weren’t happy I’d come back. In a small town such as this, people tended to know everyone else’s business. And I had too much family history here, with my family also being here since Orkney’s beginnings. Rumors were flying.

People didn’t tend to be nice in a town like this when your mother committed suicide. And those rumors and cutting comments after her death had driven me mad. I had heard the whispers that I was just like her. I wasn’t going to kill myself. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of being right. I was going to prove them all wrong.

“Why do I make you nervous?” The smooth baritone was like silk sheets against freshly shaved legs. Blissful. Not what I’d expected a monster like him to sound like. Somehow that made him all the more sinister.

“Nervous?” I said, meeting his eyes for a split second. His eyes were full of curiosity. Nothing more. I looked away and continued cleaning the glasses, wishing one of my coworkers would come up to me with a drink order.

“Yes. You don’t meet my eyes for very long.” He cocked an eyebrow and my knees felt weak. Monster, I reminded myself. Not sexy. You don’t want to sleep with him. You saw what happened with the last girl. There were probably many more where she came from.

I snorted. “You’re nothing special. I rarely meet anyone’s eyes for long.”

He tilted his head to the side and I felt his eyes burning a trail from what was visible to him. They lingered on my chest before returning to my face. “Why?” he asked. He seemed genuinely interested in the answer.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” My tone was clipped. Matter of fact.

He tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth while he studied me further, his eyes narrowed. God, that was sexy. I saw why he was all the rage at campus. He was more than attractive. He was magnetic. He had a charisma about him. But he emitted a dark energy, too. Danger. With what I had seen him doing, I wasn’t surprised I got this feeling from him. But this bad boy image and sense of darkness was what probably attracted the girls in droves.

“You’re right. It isn’t. You just seem familiar to me.” I didn’t respond. I turned my back on him and grabbed Old Jeb’s drink. I had just seen him walk in the door. Sure enough he had appeared at the seat two down from Audric when I turned back around.

I set the whiskey sour in front of him and he gave me a wink. Old Jeb didn’t pay any attention to the rumors around town. He was like a father figure to me. “How ya doin’, Cam?”

“Surviving, Jeb. How’s Cooter?” Cooter was Jeb’s ancient coonhound.

“Ya know. As ya get older bones start to creak and joints stop wantin’ to bend. He’s still a firecracker, though. Useless for huntin’ but that’s nothin’ new.” I laughed a small laugh and Jeb smiled. The ice blue eyes that had been tracking me the whole time seemed to turn the intensity of their stare up after my laugh. I felt it. It was almost painful.

Jeb took a sip of the drink and turned towards Audric, holding out his hand. “Don’t believe I’ve seen ya around here before. I’m Old Jeb. You?”

I had a moment of panic. Jeb couldn’t know this monster. He didn’t know what he’d done. It seemed as though I hadn’t been caught that night since he didn’t remember me.

Audric took Jeb’s hand and shook firmly. “Audric Poole. My family came from around here. I was named after one of the founding members of this town and my family. Pleased to meet you, Old Jeb.”

“Audric Poole? Now there’s a lot of mystery surrounding that name. Ya know your namesake’s body was never found? His grave was found empty a couple a years ago when the flooding from the river unearthed a lot of those old graves. Same thing happened with his best friend, Gideon Cardwell. No one knows what happened to ‘em.”


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