First Thirst (Craving 1)

She was the curse of m’existence.

At first, rumors have made it difficult for Ascot to keep people on at MacLeod, though finally, he was able to get the employees to work during the daylight hours.

Fuck me, but this witch’s flaming long locks cascaded and framed an exquisitely piquant face and her body was driving me mad with hunger. As she moved upstairs, I wanted to grab hold and bring her up against m’self, hold her, touch her…bloody hell!

It was in that moment that I looked into those violet eyes of hers and realized the lass was an…innocent. Aye, there was an air of innocence about her that caught and held m’interest.

She went in to wash up and I let her be. I wouldna spy on her when she should be private. I wouldna sink so low, even though I was sorely tempted.

She came out dressed and looking ravishing. She made me hungry for a taste of her lips. Aye, but her flame colored hair swayed as she moved and it touched her ass, such an ass. I wanted to grab hold and ram m’self into her and please her over and over…

She played with stray strands of flame over her forehead and she blew them away and said out loud, though she was alone, “Hair, red and messy…hmmm.” She glanced at the clock and said, “Well, I don’t like to use magic for such simple things, but I’m out of time.”

With a twirl of her finger, she was downstairs and looking for the library.

Och aye, but her magic was like a white light, full of beauty…as she was.

Bloody hell, I wanted to fuck her, right there in the Great Hall, m’Great Hall. I wanted to fuck her and then fuck her again. I have never wanted a woman with the intensity that I want this one…

M’hands ached to touch her and suddenly, I realized I was fantasying about sinking m’fangs into her neck…hell…nae…never!

What was I thinking? I don’t taste human blood…nae since that first time, that first awful time when Allora had turned me.

Allora had killed me and made me into a monster.

But I had regained myself. I was in control of the blood lust. I will never give up that control.

Allora cursed me with the thirst, and I hated her for it.

But after that night, that first monstrous night, I knew I would never again give in to the craving. I knew I would beat the thirst…aye, and I did.

I wouldna be the beast she had wanted me to be.

That fateful night I walked a lass home. A lass called Allora Brently. How could I have known she was a vampire?

How could I have known she had decided to turn me?

I would soon learn that Allora always got what she wanted. I would learn many things about Allora…the first of which, she didn’t care if I hated her or nae, as long as I was hers.

That night, she sucked just enough blood out of m’veins to put me at the brink of death, and then forced her blood down m’throat.

I still remember how I gagged, but she wouldna stop until enough of her diseased blood found its way into m’system. She then suffocated and killed me.

When I awoke to her hateful, gloating smile, I was in a frenzy of confusion. She was naked and straddling me. I was naked beneath her.

“What…what happened?” I stupidly asked. I knew. We had heard about vampires, even in our out of the way Highlands village. Some believed in their existence. Until then, I had nae. But dying had nae wiped the memory of her fangs sinking into me.

Of course, Allora taught me the truth of it all.

She ran her hand over my chest. “You are mine now. I gave you eternal life.”

“I dinnae want eternal life…”

She ignored my response and asked, “Are you thirsty?”

Thirsty? Holy hell, I was…I was so thirsty. That first need, that first thirst is like a man dying in the desert, crawling towards an oasis. He sees naught but that pool of clear cool water. All I saw was blood.

That first thirst made me want to die for real and never wake up.