He grinned. “Och aye, I have something to feed ye.” He picked me up and carried me into the cottage and deposited me on the chair near his small oak table, eyed me, and walked away.
I stretched my neck and saw him at the fridge. Here, in Trinity, their point of evolution runs parallel to ours. They have all the modern conveniences.
He returned with a tray of bread, cheese, and grapes, but suddenly I wasn’t hungry—not for food. All I wanted was to touch him, lick him, feel him from his head to his toes.
I got up from the chair and thought my clothes off. Naked, I went into his arms, arms that surrounded and secured me.
“Aye,” he said huskily. “Is that what yer hungry for, lass?” So saying, instead of kissing me, he put a grape halfway into my mouth and bent his head.
His lips were on mine as his teeth bit into the grape.
I almost swallowed my half whole, but he chewed his first, and then I thought away his clothes, and they lay in a heap at our feet.
Magic engulfed us, but not of the sorcery kind.
His hard-on was pressed against me, and I pumped against its full length before I bent to my knees and took hold. Damn, but all I wanted in this world was him!
~ Twelve ~
Ramon, the Ancient
ALLORA HAS BEEN TAUNTING ME with her secrets. She thinks I care. She thinks she is being mysterious. It amuses me to allow her to think so. We are alike—I have many secrets of my own.
Eternity is a lifestyle one must relish and equip oneself to understand. She flits from day to day, and that is her coping mechanism with the boredom of being relatively safe from death. I have other ways to manage the ennui of living forever. Many other ways, and all of them quite satisfying.
Allora told me recently that we, she and I, are meant to travel eternity together. In a way, she is correct. We have been lovers over the years, and I imagine that probably will continue. I see no reason for it not to. Our sexual appetites are the same and neither one of us requires sexual fidelity. In fact, one of the exciting aspects of our relationship over the years is the number of humans, both male and female, we have shared in our bed.
However, I am not pleased when she turns to another vampire, and I have witnessed that she also dislikes when I do so.
Allora is a many faceted female. She is a creature whose life before she became a vampire all those hundreds of years ago, was fraught with pain and disillusionment.
She was used by her father who sold her night after night and barely fed her with the money he was given. In the end, she was turned by one of the clients her father sold her to.
Newbies are stronger when first changed.
She felt no loyalty to her sire, which I have wondered at and put down to the fact that I believe she went a bit insane when she first woke from death.
She immediately killed the vampire who turned her and meant to keep her for his own. She sucked that vampire dry, then set him on fire before she went to her father and tortured him for days before she took his blood and left him in a heap of flesh, brains, and bones.
She left London the night she killed her father and to my knowledge, never thought of him again. I found her in Paris, tearing humans to shreds as she fed.
I took her hand and initiated her into the wonders of vampirism. I taught her how to use her skills, her powers, and her beauty. I taught her to be herself and we formed something of a bond.
She confided in me immediately and though I am something of a sociopath, how could I not be, I felt a twinge of something for her. Thus, I did not try and seduce her. I taught her instead to cope with who she now was—no longer a victim but a survivor.
Did she come to me after that because of gratitude? Perhaps, but she stayed and we have always returned to one another, hence, I believe it is more…for both of us.
If humans had to analyze me, they would no doubt label me a coldhearted killer. I was and I suppose still am, but I am more circumspect. I have learned to curb my feeding habits. I don’t always kill my blood donors. There is no need, and I prefer to live without concern of being hunted.
Allora touches me in ways that remind me of a time when I was human. I suppose I enjoy her for all that she has become—strong, and in her own way, loyal to me.
She talks of our love-bond. I am not certain we have an actual ‘love’ bond, but we do have a bond. I told her recently that I will always want her, our past is proof of that. I reminded her of how we have always come together, no matter how many humans or even vampires we have bedded.
Recently, Allora talks of more. It is that part of the female brain that forever wants more. I told her that I don’t think I can give her more than I already have, but she does and always will hold the number one place in my cold, dead heart.
She is, at times, more trouble than she is worth, and yet I keep her close. Her obsession with some vampire—MacLeod in Scotland, has been getting in the way of my plans. I have had to lay down my law. I have some rules I will not allow to be broken.
She specifically disobeyed me and interacted with my Dark Warlock, causing a rift between me