I climbed off the bed and crawled onto his lap. I could already feel myself getting aroused. He groaned as I squirmed on his lap and I felt him stirring beneath me. With one hand on his right shoulder, I wrapped my other hand around the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his dark hair. I pulled his head to the side and let my fangs extend. Slowly, I lowered my mouth to his neck and quickly sank my fangs into his flesh. He flexed with the pain, but that soon turned to pleasure as I suckled gently on him. His blood tasted like nectar and I felt my strength returning as it slid down my throat. I released the bite and licked his wounds to heal them. He lifted my hips, pushing me onto him, and I rode him into oblivion. He came quickly, leaving me unsatisfied, but I didn’t mind. I had drunk his blood and that alone will suffice for now. Now, it would only be a matter of time before he was truly mine.
“Oh, Elizabeth,” he said in wonder. “That was magickal. I want to do it again.”
I smiled. “All in good time, my darling, darling boy. First, you have something to attend to.” I pouted at him; my bright blue eyes mischievous as he blushed.
I t was a few weeks later when he first broached the subject of me turning him. We had been carrying on with the biting and I could sense he wanted more. He was a farmer from a simple farmer and his wife, but Devon was quick-witted, clever, funny, honest to a fault and so eager. Eager to learn anything and everything he could, eager to live in my world. He was already putting into practice everything I had taught him on how to please me and was most appreciative and surprised to discover how I could please him. The only wrinkle in our happiness was his distaste of my need to kill. He didn’t understand it was a Vampire’s nature to hunt the weak, to hunt their prey. The thrill was in the chase and the sweetness of fear was intoxicating. I knew it was something that he would overcome once he was like me.
It was no surprise to me when one day, he asked, “How do you go about becoming one of your kind? I mean, I know how Constantine turned you, but I don’t quite like the idea of being run through with a spear first.”
I giggled and agreed, “No, it’s not the best way, to be sure.”
“Then how?” he pressed.
“I would drink from you until your heart slows and all but stops, and then I would feed you my blood and wait for it to transform you,” I explained.
“Does it hurt? Having most of your b
lood drained?” he asked, worried.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. No one has ever said so,” I replied.
“Would you turn me?” he asked shyly.
And there it was: The Question.
“Do you want me to turn you?” I asked in return.
“I think so, yes. I love you and I don’t ever want to be without you. I want you to show me the world. Teach me everything you know. Take me on adventures!” he said excitedly.
I giggled at his enthusiasm and asked, “What would you do for me? What would I get in return?”
His eyes darkened and he said, “I would worship you, love you, do your bidding. I would please you in so many ways. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours, forever.”
“That sounds like a proposal of marriage,” I said coquettishly, and his eyes lit up.
“Would you be my wife?” he asked eagerly.
“Oh, my darling boy, I do love you,” I sighed.
“Is that a yes?” he asked hopefully.
“I will ask you again, in one week, if you want me to turn you. If you answer correctly, I will do as you wish,” I said.
“What is the correct answer?” he asked in puzzlement.
“That is for you to learn from what was said here today,” I say sternly.
His confusion deepened, and all offers of marriage were forgotten.
P recisely one week later, I led him outside, and we took a stroll through a nearby field.
“Devon? Do you want me to turn you into a Vampire?” I asked suddenly, catching him off guard.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation and I smiled. There was no room for uncertainty and doubt, as once the act was complete there was no going back.
“Then I shall,” I said.
He beamed down at me and leaned forward to kiss me. I held a finger up to his lips. “With regard to the other matter you raised,” I said, and he stopped, still.