Zoey took nothing serious. Maybe it was because of her youth. I should have turned her when I had a chance, but she was too young. She was only fifteen when Aare wanted to change her. I saw what he had done to the younger girls when they became teens, and so I took her and fled with her.
We hid out in Spain and Italy for a while, but all she had known was my family. And many nights she cried herself to sleep. I know she thought I was cruel for separating her again from a family she thought she loved. But she knew nothing of what was waiting her.
My mother and father and brothers and one of them would have eventually turned her into a lifeless creature where they could control her forever. I could never see her like that because she was too warm and full of life, but that was the future of all the children who walked through my father’s house.
They were to be changed after they reached eighteen.
I thought of those days when I lay her across her bed as I helped her disrobe. I looked down at her. Her body supple, warm and youthful. Her skin flawless. Her mouth slightly parted where I could hear her breathe.
Zoey was a beautiful living being and I envied her. I needed her. She reminded me of all that was innocent in the world, and that life was precious, and there was no way I could take it from her.
The darkness in the room masked the cold white of my skin. But it would be sunlight soon. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you?” I asked her. I needed to hear her voice her affection for me.
“I think I want you more than you want me,” she said as I leaned down to kiss her soft lips. Her lips swollen and red with lust. Her eyes warm and trusting. And her neck. It took all my control to kiss it without plunging my fangs into her. Maybe I could just taste her sweet blood, I thought. I wouldn’t draw more than I need to satisfy my need for her.
I couldn’t trust myself. It had been years since I taste and savored the blood of a human I loved and wanted so much.
The last time I tried at the insistence of the woman I met and thought I loved, the rapture of her blood overcame me, and I didn’t want to stop feeding and I didn’t stop until it was too late. I see her eyes now. It went from bright to exciting. She laid her neck to the side like Zoey did, waiting for me to kiss her, and then her eyes went dim and the light left, and all that was in front of me was a shell.
Had I stopped at one point she would have been like me and even then I could have lived with what I had done, but the smell of her sweet blood sent me into a feeding frenzy, where I had no control.
That’s why I will never tempt myself again, especially with Zoey.
I smelled Zoey’s body and my want and need swelled in me. I touched her soft hair and sniffed it as I closed my eyes remembering how she grew into the woman I know today, and how much I want her now.
Raking my fingers through her scented washed hair, the sweet fragrance of fresh rain water and roses took me back. I closed my eyes and I see her as a teenager sitting in front of her parents’ house. I remember that spring day and the smell of the air. And I remember what it felt like to be a young man in love when I saw her as a young woman. It’s like that now with her.
“Would it be terrible if I were to lay with you like this for a lifetime and never want to leave you?” I asked Zoey.
She turned and pushed her leg across me and lay on top of me naked. The feeling of lust and then love claimed my thoughts and then my body.
“How are you going to love me if you’re fully clothed?” she said and she helped me take off my shirt. And then my shoes and pants.
I lay there bear with her watching intently at me. “You’re so pale. You need some sun,” she said trailing her finger across my chest and up to my mouth. I took her finger into my mouth and she pulled it out and placed her lips where her finger once lay.
Then she kissed my chest and kissed my mouth. Her lips closing on mine. I smelled her fresh breath and kissed her with the passion and hunger I reserved for only her.
My tongue in her mouth. My breathing hard and my need ready to burst.
She was taking everything from me as if she was the vampire. She owned me. My soul and my body.
I could never be the same from the time she walked into my life. But now how could I explain to her what I am, and that my life is long and hers will be short. And if I don’t change her then I will have to spend an eternity without her love.
“You are the only woman I’ve ever loved.” She looked me in the eyes as if I had given her the most precious present.
“No man has ever said that to me. You love me?” she questioned with a small voice. “You are the first. No,” and she giggled, “my father was the first to say that, but I doubt you have the same intentions as my father,” she said to me.
“No. My intentions aren’t honorable. I want to make love to you. I want to feel your warmth and smell your lust for me.” I gently turned her on her back and lay over her. I wanted to hear her tell me she loved me too, but she didn’t say it then. But I could wait. I can wait a lifetime and then some.
Leaning over her she placed her hands around my neck. “I was wondering when you would want to make love to me. I thought maybe I had to rape you,” she said to me with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“So what you said about wanting to fuck a man was all a joke?” She placed the tip of her finger in her mouth and shook her head yes.
“The man was you.”
She smiled and I kissed her nipple and she raised her hips to me and I placed myself inside of her. At first it was difficult. I kept trying as she lay there smiling until the smile was replaced by a painful moan.
She grimaced because of the coolness of me entering her and I smiled because of her heat covering my flesh.
“You’re a virgin,” I said not out of surprise. I had watched her from the time she was fifteen until now and I knew her habits.
She was a homebody, cooking, and cleaning for her father. Going to school and never accepting a date. I didn’t know what I would have done if she had gone out on a date, but then I did know, but I didn’t want to admit that to myself. I couldn’t have her and I didn’t want anyone else with her.
What would I have done if she didn’t end up here with me? I didn’t want to think about that so I placed those thoughts away, with the rest of all the thoughts of hundreds of years crowding my tormented mind, because today, I have beautiful memories to add to them.
“I was hoping I didn’t stay a virgin forever. Who wants to be an old maid?”
“You know that expression?” I asked.
“Some things are universal.” She kissed me and I felt her heart beat wildly.
“You’re no longer a virgin,” I said remember what happens to a virgin. I had to control myself more now than ever since the smell of her sweet blood could make me wild with blood lust.
“You’re the culprit,” she said kissing me and bearing down on my hips pushing me farther into her. “And now you have to make me an honest woman.” She smiled and somehow I knew she was kidding.
We were two people who needed each other for warmth and love. She needed my protection and I needed everything she had to offer whether it was a lot or just this one night to be with her until the sun came and I had to enter into my room and sleep alone. But I wanted to sleep with her. I wanted to sleep with Zoey for all of eternity.
Zoey’s tongue moved across her mouth, her eyes shut, her head to the side as I kissed her neck. Her scent was overpowering as I merged my body into hers and she raised her hips to meet me. I sucked her neck and concentrated so that I didn’t make a mistake and draw blood.
Once I did, I may not be able to control myself and I needed control.
As I fell deep into her, I felt her warmth, I felt her love course through me. I knew then what it felt like to be human again. I wanted this feeling, I desired this feeling over all the years of waiting for her.
I sought this feeling from her, and now that I have it, I can’t let it go. I can’t let her go. I can’t live without her.
When my orgasm came, it was like the breaking of light over my body. I wanted to scream not from pain, but from the joy of knowing that I had found love. That I had found what I had been searching for all these hundreds of years.