The Alpha Vampire

I am very intrigued by what Breyden has just said. Is there a way for me and my love to be together?

I watch as Lilith takes her from vampire to vampire, and I know that every single one of them can smell the mark that I have left behind. They, too, will now be drawn to her; she is mine, no other will have her. If there is a way for us to be together, then I do not see why I should not try.

“Tell me about this way? How can I be with her, Breyden?”

Breyden, who has also been watching Cassidy, turns back to me, “I am afraid that you might not like the way.”

“My dear friend, I am immortal,” I say. “I have seen ways that no man wishes to ever see.”

“Lucas, let me ask you this. What are you willing to give up for this mortal woman?”

Surprised at Breyden’s comment, it takes me not but a moment to answer, “It is hard to say if I do not know what it is that I should give up.”

“I have never had to give this choice to anyone,” Breyden adds. “You are my friend, and so I wish to not give it to you either.”

“No, Breyden, let me rather be the judge of that. My longing for Cassidy is bigger than what I have ever felt before. What can be greater than that?”

“Lucas, in order for you to be with Cassidy, you will have…”

Much to my very annoyance, Damien decides to interrupt us. “So, Lucas, how did your tour of the study go?”

“Lot less fruitful than yours, my dear brother.”

“Well, mine went very fruitful indeed.”

Eva comes around to Damien’s side, putting her arm around his waist. He holds her hand firmly as she speaks, “You guys really talk kind of weird. How old are you anyway?”

“Eva, we are only as old as you want us to be,” I answer.

“Oh, Lucas is always so full of drama,” Damien says. “Our dear sister Lilith is the age of twenty-seven while I am twenty-eight and Lucas our eldest at twenty-nine.”

“But you all look so young?” Eva asks. “Must be something in the water.”

“My dear, it is something in the blood,” Not taking much note of my comment, Damien slaps me against my head. “Lucas can say the silliest things sometimes.”

“Damien, what has our brother done now?” Lilith asks as she comes to join our group again.

I feel the softest of hands circling my fingers. I smell the vanilla and know it is my love taking her place by my side. “So, what did I miss?”

“How was your little mingle, my love?”

“As I said before, they all look a bit stuck up, but they all seem to have liked my shade of lipstick.”

I look down to her lips and slightly tilt my head in confusion, “But you are not wearing any, Cassidy.”

“That is exactly the same thing I said.”

Her scent is out; they have seen the cut and smelled her blood. I need to claim her as mine in front of all of them to see. I am the oldest vampire in this room; no one would dare to defy me.

“Cassidy, my love, did you truly mean what you said earlier?”

“You need to refresh my memory Lucas; I did say a lot of things.”

“When I asked you to be mine. Was it the truth you said?” I ask. “Will you take your place by my side?”

“That is by far the weirdest way that anybody has asked me,” she chuckles. “But yes, I was being truthful.”

“Cassidy, if I had a heart, it would have just skipped a beat.”

With my one arm around her slender waist, I tilt her body backward. Her flocks of blonde hair drop in strands to the floor. Her head is slightly angled to the side. Heat is radiating from her skin. I pull my lips closer and closer to the curve of her neck.

I hear the entire room gasp.

I hover over her soft skin for a second, and then I nuzzle her with small butterfly kisses. So faint that they are almost like whispers. I feel her limp body starting to tremble. I know I can take her now and cause a feeding frenzy, but I merely want to claim what is mine.

I lift her back up to meet my eyes. Her lips are slightly parted, and our breaths mingle.

“Lucas, what was that?”

“My dear Cassidy, I am only stating what is mine.”

She pulls me even closer, if that was at all even possible, and gives me a slight kiss on the cheek. “Well, maybe you should just kiss me next time.”

“Where is the fun in that?” I ask.

“Our brother has always been one for grand public displays,” Lilith adds.

“Lilith, I am afraid you are confusing me with Damien.”

“I need to agree with that,” Eva says as she turns to Damien and smiles. “He seems to be quite the bad boy.”

“Now that you mention that I have asked Eva if she would spend the night. Brother and sister, you would not object to that?” Damien asks.

“Oh, don’t mind me at all; my attention will be elsewhere,” Lilith waves us off and disappears into the crowd after Victor.

“Well, then I shall see that Cassidy gets home.”

Eva takes Cassidy’s free hand and looks at her as to ask, “I was, or rather we were kind of hoping that she can stay here.”

I turn to Breyden that has been standing in silence watching the whole affair, “If you can just pardon me for five minutes, I need to speak to our friend Breyden here.”

We head into a different direction, far from where anyone can hear, “Breyden, what is this thing that I can do?”

“Lucas, there is an entire room of vampires that can hear every single word we say. I would much rather have this conversation another time. I will be here for one more day; I shall contact you with arrangements.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“What am I supposed to do then tonight?” I ask him in shock.

“Lucas,” he says, “I don’t think I need to tell you how to treat a lady. Just try and stay away from the cut on her lip. Now please excuse me; I need to go check on the girls.”

I follow Breyden outside as he takes his leave, “I shall see you tomorrow then, my dear friend.”

The night draws to a close, and all our guests have left. Soon it is only me and Cassidy alone.

“So, Lucas, what do you do in this big old house on your own?”

“With nothing but time on your side, you soon find a lot of things to do. I mainly read.”

“I sort of figured that one,” she laughs. “You do not seem the type to sit and watch television.”

“There you go calling me a type again, my love. What type of man would you like me to be?”

“Well,” she lifts her brow as to think. “I like the one that you are now.”

“Don’t speak so soon; you barely know me. What if I disappoint you?”

“Somehow, I don’t think you will; there is something different about you.”

“What do you mean by different?”

“I don’t know, but I like it,” she says.

“You too, my love, have something special. If you give me a chance, then I would like to explore it.”

“Could we perhaps explore where I will be sleeping tonight,” she asks. “I do feel very tired.”

I did forget that minor detail, mortal beings require sleep. But the question bares, do I wish to spend a night next to her and pretend or let her sleep on her own “You are most welcome to share my bed.

“I was not going to have it any other way. I do have one minor problem.”

“There is no such thing. But what is your problem, my love?”

She shyly looks up into my eyes, but something says she is teasing me more. “I do not sleep with clothes on.”

“Oh god.”

She laughs at me and takes me by the hand. “Told you it is a minor problem.”

“No problem at all. Shall we go then? I also seem to feel tired,” putting on the best fake yawn that I remember how to I can.

Once in my room, I watch her as she goes to the corner chair and kicks off her stilettos.

“Would you mind helping me unzip this dress,” she says as she turns to face me. “Eva always helps me.”

I slowly move towards her to where she is standing. This does spell trouble in so many ways. She turns her back towards me, and I flip her hair over her shoulder. I take her zip and start drawing, inch by inch. The warmth of her back catches my hand as I run it down. I stop for a second and admire her body. There is nothing as beautiful as a woman from behind.

I slide my hands over her shoulders and pull the straps off one by one. Her dress drops to the floor into a black pile at her feet. I run my hands down her back, and her body shivers. But it is not my hands I wish to touch her with; I want to touch her with my lips. I want to kiss her down her spine. I want to grab her panties in my teeth and rip them off from her body.

Once more, she is aroused; I love the power I have over her body. I feel my own arousal, too, is growing by the second. Desire overtakes me, and I am drawn to touch her further. My hand moves over her waist and slips in underneath the fabric of her panties. I feel her body tense, and I hear her whimper.

“If there was ever a heaven, then I have just felt it,” I softly whisper underneath my shaky breaths.

“Lucas,” she whimpers.

“Ssshh, my love, let me explore your body.”

I explore and tease her with my fingers. She grabs hold of my hand and guides me towards her entrance. I have not felt something so incredible in such a very long time. She is so soft; her wetness consumes me.

“You feel absolutely divine, my love.”

She whispers my name, but she is begging, “Lucas, please.”

“My love, I am afraid I might hurt you.”

I knot my two fingers together and slide them gently through and ever so deep into her body. She lets out the most thunderous growl I have near to experience come from a woman. My hand pleases her in a way that no mortal hand has ever done before. I move ever so slow to savor every moment. But her sounds of delight make me move even faster.

“Oh, Lucas.”

“Yes, my love,” I say as I move even faster. I can hear her voice tremble as she speaks. “I don’t think I can control this anymore,” she says.

“Me too, my dear. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

She reaches behind. My pants are undone faster than a vampire can move. I feel the pressure of her hand fold over me. She takes me in her palm, and the most sensual strokes pleasure me. I am right there in the moment. All it takes is a few more flicks of her skillful wrist.

Ecstasy consumes me; all I can feel is pure pleasure. I throw my head back. Raw craving fills me, and it is too late; I am about to lose control.

Then a loud scream echoes the hallways.

“Lucas!”

She grabs her dress and bursts out the door. I take after her immediately and catch her just as she is about to exit the gates.

Her voice is shaky, and I see her noticeably shaking,” Stay away from me!”

“Cassidy, please, my love, please come inside.”

“Stay away from me, Lucas!”

“Cassidy, please let me explain,” I beg her as she runs further and further away.

“There is nothing to explain,” she shouts, “You are a monster!”

With that, she dashes off down the street. What I felt so much a few minutes before feels all too familiar to me once again. I have not been called a monster in over two hundred years. And in over two hundred years, I have not felt pain until now.