It hurts to say those lies, but Alice knows I’m only saying it to save her.
“I spill her blood and you become single-minded obsessed with drinking it. Your kind is so predictable. That’s how I made my first ten million in Mongolia. I spilled human blood in front of him and he forgot I was even there. That’s when I drove one of my venom-tipped wooden arrows through his heart.”
Alice’s gorgeous blue eyes begin to fade and bright red irises take their place. I grin as I watch her straighten up in his arms.
Her hands are squeezing in and out of fists as she looks around, unable to believe how much detail she’s seeing and how powerful she feels. I know because I remember feeling the same thing.
The dagger is still pressed against her throat, but it’s not going to do a damn thing. Not anymore.
“So, go ahead,” I tell him. “Spill her blood.”
His face twists up and he grunts as he tries to slit her throat with the dagger. A flicker of confusion crosses his face when she doesn’t fall. He tries to cut her again, but the blade harmlessly bounces off her hard vampire skin without leaving a mark.
“Impossible,” he mutters as he raises the blade once again.
This time Alice turns around and stares into his eyes.
He shrinks before her when he sees the lethal red irises staring down at him. “No… you turned her…”
I grin as Alice leaps onto him and sinks her teeth into his neck.
She’s so beautiful. I watch in awe as she drinks her first meal.
Long after Dustin’s legs stop shaking, when Alice has gotten her fill, she lets him drop to the floor and turns around.
My heart swells in my chest as I see her staring at me. Her lips and chin are coated in thick red blood and I swear, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
She comes up to me and wraps her arms around my neck. We stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment before we start to kiss.
As I hold her close, I know that I’ll never be alone again.
Even if we live to see the sun burn out and the earth grow cold, I’ll walk the frozen landscape with my baby by my side.
Forever.
Epilogue
Roderic
Two hundred years later…
Tonight is mine and Alice’s two hundredth anniversary and I’m in love with her more today than I’ve ever been.
Every day is like heaven with her by my side.
We’re celebrating by recreating the first moment we met.
Our daughter Harlow has long left the nest and is somewhere in Argentina living in a coven of vampires.
We were very lucky that Alice got pregnant before I turned her, otherwise, we would never been able to have children.
Harlow was another blessing into my dark life and one more reason why I owe Alice everything.
“Help!” I hear her scream. “Help!”
I grin as my cock starts to harden.
We did this on our one hundredth anniversary and I still remember it vividly. I’ll probably still remember it on our third and fourth hundredth anniversary as well.
“Help! Please!” she calls out in her sexy voice.
I rush down the steps and race into the grand banquet hall with my body tingling in excitement. I spot her in the light of the full moon. She’s tied to the beam and looking ravishingly sexy in the clothes that she first came to me in. Jeans and a sweater. Simple and plain on their own, but on her, spectacular.
“Oh, thank you, sir,” she says in a sensual voice. “An evil bounty hunter tied me up.”
I grin as I watch her. Her face is different now that she’s a vampire. Sometimes, I miss her pink flushed cheeks and rounded curves. Her skin is pale like mine now and her curves have all sharpened to hard muscle, but she’s still the most beautiful thing in the world to me and I’ll never get sick of looking at her.
We live in the castle and hardly ever leave. Why would we when all that we need is here? Each other.
Plus, I don’t like to share her with anyone.
Even though she’s deadly enough to rip out any man’s throat who would dare touch her, I still like to keep her all to myself.
“Will you save me?” she asks, pleading to me with her eyes as a sexy grin hits her lips.
I grab her shirt and rip it open, sending buttons scattering across the wooden floor.
She’s not wearing a bra and her naked tits are heaving up and down as her breath starts to quicken.
“Who’s going to save you from me?” I ask as I lean in and lick her neck.
She shivers as I drag my fangs along her hard cold skin.
“I smell virgin blood,” I say as I thrust my hand into her jeans. Her mouth opens and her eyes dart to mine as I slide my hand through her wet warm folds. Her pussy is already soaked and ready for my big dick.