𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘
(Forever Yours)
The sunlight crept in through the small crack in the heavy black curtains. Awoken by a growing burning sensation on your arm, you shot up out of your bed and practically threw yourself into the darkest corner of your room. You looked down to examine your arm to find it slightly burnt. You then look over to the beam of light that was coming through from the slight part in between the curtains. Letting out a frustrated growl, you make your way over to the window, careful to stay out of the path of the light. Making sure that the curtains were now properly shut, you make a mental note to get some black paint to cover the glass of the windows so something like this didn’t happen again. You would only be painting the window in your bedroom though, since that is where you slept and you liked to have the curtains open in the other parts of the house at night when you were awake and staying in for the night. Especially on a full moon. “God damn sunlight.” You muttered angrily to yourself as you made your way back over to your bed. Feeling the pull of the sun beckoning you back into your slumber, you crawl back into your bed and under your covers. Letting out a heavy and tired breath, you close your eyes, letting sleep consume you once again.
As the sun sunk into the horizon and the sky grew dark, you woke. Pulling yourself out from under the heavy blanket, you made your way over to the bathroom to get ready for the night. I guess at this point in the story, you are wondering who the hell I am and why the sun has such an effect on me. Well, my name is Alexandra and I am a vampire. Yes, you heard that right. I am a blood sucking creature of the night and I have been for the last five hundred years. I was turned in 1481, at the age of just eighteen, by a man named Deacon. Deacon found me beaten, bloody and on the brink of death. He had told me that, at first, he was simply going to keep on walking and leave me to die. But for some unknown reason, even to him, he couldn’t. So, to his dismay, he found himself kneeling down next to my body, cut open his wrist with his claw and bled into my mouth and therefore, starting my transition into vampirism. In the beginning, Deacon wasn’t sure that he had made the right decision in turning me. I was timid, fearful and reluctant to even make my first kill. The one that would complete my transition. But as time passed, I grew into my new life. By the time the next century had come around, I had become, in his words, “such a stunningly calculated and vicious killer.” Deacon knew then that he had made the right decision that night he found me. For the next couple of centuries, we stuck together. First as teacher and pupil, but then as friends. But that friendship came to an end one night as Deacon was killed by a hunter while protecting me. As my old friend lay dying, and the hunter distracted by having just taken him down, I came up behind him and ripped out his throat. After killing the hunter, I quickly made my way over to Deacon and knelt down beside him, much like he had done the night he turned me. Only now, there was nothing that I could do to save his life as he had saved mine.
As the next couple of centuries went by, I found myself becoming more and more of a recluse. By the time the 1900s had rolled around, I had come to start to despise what I was. I wondered if this was what it was going to be like for the rest of my life, and being that I was a vampire, that would be a long time. I would often find myself longing for a companion, a friend, maybe even a lover that I could spend my eternity with. As I let the body of my most recent victim fall to the ground, I looked up at the night sky. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander, as it often did. Suddenly, I heard the snap of a stick on the forest floor. Whipping my head in the direction of the sound, I scanned my surroundings for what had made the sound. After a moment, my eyes fell onto a figure. I could tell that the figure wasn’t human. It didn’t smell like one. Although, the smell coming off of it was quite intoxicating. I found myself moving towards the figure, who this whole time, had yet to move. As I got closer, I could start to make out the details of his face and body. He was tall, solid, with broad shoulders. His hair long and dark brown. As my eyes travelled to his face, I was struck by his beauty. He had a strong and defined jawline, light stubble and a strong nose. As my eyes found his, I was met with the most beautiful dark brown eyes that I had ever seen. I had never felt like this before, especially for a man, let alone a strange man that had just caught me feeding. Before I could even gather my thoughts, he spoke. “I found you.” He started, as he took a few cautious steps forward. “I thought that the stories of mates were just that, but here you are, my love.” He finished. He was now standing in front of my frozen form. He took stock of my shocked and confused face and let out a chuckle. The sound sent the most amazing shivers up my spine. “I suppose you don’t know what I am talking about, do you?” He questioned. His eyes staring deeply into my own and his hand coming up to cup my cheek. It was at that moment, when his skin made contact with mine, that I found myself able to move and speak again. ”Who are you?” I asked, reaching my own hand up to touch his face.
As soon as my hand made contact with his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. After a moment, he opened his eyes, remembering my question. “My name is Dwayne. I’m like you, I’m a vampire. So, no need to worry about me seeing your little friend over there.” He said, using his head to gesture over to the discarded body I had just fed on. It is only then that I realize that my mouth and chin is still covered in blood. I moved my hand that was on his face to wipe my mouth. Dwayne let out a low and amused chuckle. “No need to worry, my love. You look absolutely stunning in red.” He said with a glint in his eyes. “Alexandra. My name is Alexandra.” I say to him in an almost whisper, still in a dazed, trance-like state, as I look at him. “Alexandra.” He quietly repeated to himself and closed his eyes, as if he was testing out how my name would sound coming out of his mouth. Opening his eyes again and looking back at me, he smiled. “Let me get rid of your little friend over there, then we can go somewhere more comfortable to talk and get to know each other.” He suggests. “Okay.” Was all I could say, as every time I looked at him, I seemed to almost entirely lose my ability to speak. I watched as he picked up the man's body and disappeared into the darkness.
I walked over to a tree and sat on the ground, leaning back against it. I waited for what seemed like ten to fifteen minutes for Dwayne to return. The whole time, I was going over in my head what he had said to me. Mates. We were mates. I mean, he could be lying to me, but I had this overwhelming feeling that he wasn’t. I felt like I could trust him, like we had this connection. I felt it the second I looked into his eyes. That brought me to wonder why Deacon had never told me about any of this. In all the years I spent with my friend, he had never once mentioned anything of our kind having mates. I felt almost a little betrayed. Why hadn’t he told me? Did he himself not know? I was brought out of my thoughts by Dwayne. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked, squatting down to my level and placing a gentle hand on my knee. I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Just lost in my own thoughts.” I told him. He returned my smile and stood back up. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” He said, offering me his hand to help me up. I smiled up at him and took his hand. “Thank you.” I said, as he pulled me up.
I took him back to my house and we spent the night sitting on the couch talking and getting to know each other. The way I felt the longer I was in his presence, was almost overwhelming. But at the same time, I never wanted the feeling to go away. “Lost in your thoughts again?” He asked as he brushed the stray hair out of my face and let his hand come to rest on my cheek. “I’m sorry, Dwayne. I don’t mean to get so distracted. It’s just that, I’ve never felt like this before.” I tell him truthfully. I reach up to his hand that is on my cheek and let mine lay on top of it, leaning into his touch. “ Neither have I.” He says as he leans in closer. “I can already feel it consuming me, and I don’t want it to stop until all I am is you.” He quietly confesses. His face is now so close to mine. I reach my free hand up to trace my fingers along his face, examining every detail. I can’t help the pull that I feel when I look into his eyes. I guess he felt it too, as he closed the gap between us and our lips finally met. The second our lips met, it was like my whole body was on fire, but in the best possible way. It was quite the contrast to my normal ice cold state. It was like everything just clicked into place and in that moment I knew. I would be with Dwayne forever. No matter what happened, nothing could break me from his side. My arms found their way around his neck and my hands into his hair, while Dwayne moved his hands down my sides until they rested on my hips. Suddenly, I was lifted up and onto his lap. Everything was so heated and passionate. As I straddled Dwayne, he pulled back for a moment and looked at me. “You’re so beautiful.” He said to me with a lovestruck look on his face and I was certain that I was looking at him the same way. I was sure that if I were still human, I would be blushing like mad at his compliment.
Before I could say anything, Dwayne pulled me back in for another kiss. The more heated we became, the more I could feel that I was losing myself. As if my hips had a mind of their own, they started to rock against Dwayne, making him groan in pleasure against my lips. His lips left mine once again, but this time, they trailed along my jaw and made their way down my neck, leaving wet kisses in their path. As I leaned my head back, a moan suddenly escaped my lips at the feeling of one of Dwayne’s hands finding its way up and under my dress, only to stop at my core as he lightly brushed his thumb over me. My hands fisted his hair and he dipped his hand into my underwear. It was odd how warm his skin felt on mine in that moment. Though Dwayne’s hand didn’t let me dwell on that for too long, as he started to run his thumb up and down, parting me and feeling my wetness. He buried his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re already so wet, my love.” He said, his voice low, husky and dripping with lust. I moved my hips again, practically grinding myself against his hand. Dwayne took this as a sign to move things along further. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He said into my neck before plunging his finger deep inside me. It felt so amazing, and if this was how good just his finger felt, god, I can’t even imagine how euphoric he would feel inside me.
Dwayne and I laid there in my bed, tangled up in the sheets and each other. We had decided that we should move things to the bedroom where it would be more comfortable. It was only about an hour before the sun would be rising, meaning that we had been going at it all night. One of the best things about being a vampire, was the stamina. Dwayne was laying on his back, his arms around me as I was half laying on top of him with my head resting on his chest, my arm across his torso and my left leg slung over and in between his. I moved my head slightly so I could look up at him. “You should probably stay here today. It’s almost sunrise.” I suggested. While we were talking last night, before everything got so heated, he had told me that he had three brothers and they were all living in a cave. So I knew that he had somewhere safe to go, but I didn’t want him to leave just yet. The cave apparently wasn’t too far from my house either, only about twenty minutes away. It made me wonder why or how I hadn’t run into him or his brothers sooner. I had been living in Santa Carla for a while now, about thirty years or so. Either way, I was just glad that we had found each other now. Dwayne looked down at me and gave me a smile that almost made my still heart start beating again for the first time in centuries. He seemed to have that effect on me since the moment that I laid eyes on him. “Okay, but you know, If I could have it my way, we would never leave this bed.” He told me, a flirtatious and lustful look on his face. I snuggled in closer to him, if that was even possible, and let out a content sigh. “That would truly be my idea of heaven.” I told him, closing my eyes but not yet falling asleep.
You didn’t see it, but Dwayne was looking down at you, his eyes filled with all the love he had. He himself couldn’t believe that, after all these years, he had finally found his mate. When Max had told him, Marko, David and Paul about vampires having mates, he felt an ache in his chest. It was an ache of longing. From that moment, Dwayne was almost always on the lookout for his mate. He had hoped that one night he would find you, but as time passed, he had started to feel the dread set in. He wondered if he would ever find his mate and to his dismay, he had started to feel like giving up. That was until tonight. He had felt you and he blindly followed that feeling until he started to smell you, then he saw you. The moment he saw you, your face buried in the neck of your victim, he was instantly in love. The way you pulled your face back out of his neck, leaned your head back and let the remaining blood drip down your chin and neck, Dwayne had to stop himself from going right up to you, grabbing you and taking you right then and there. Instead, he calmed himself and made himself known to you. Dwayne felt you shift, pulling him out of his thoughts. “I hope that all this means that I am yours and you are mine.” You said to him, your voice tired but still the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. “I am yours for as long as you’ll have me, my love.” He said to you as he brushed his fingers through your hair. “Well then, you shall be mine forever.” You told him, a loving smile on your face. “And you will be mine forever.” Dwayne said, pulling you into a kiss.
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