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Author's Note: Hey everyone. I hope you are liking the story so far. This one is mainly focused on Lucy for a future chapter reason. All in all, I hope it is a good read. There is a necklace i have in this chapter that I really love and have one myself. The link to buy the necklace is down below if anyone is interested in getting it as well.
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Lucy's POV
I decide to go back into the bar after Vlad left. I take a seat at the bar and the same server, Gabriela from earlier brought me over another drink.
“Thank you for telling me to stay clear of your friend earlier.” She tells me.
“It’s no trouble. I don’t want him to have his way with you. You are a hard worker and it is hard to find good working people these days. May I suggest that you carry a silver dagger with you? He will suck you dry if you don’t.”
She chuckles in what I said. “So basically he is a vampire. No worries. I have a knife, taser and pepper spray on me given the job I work at.”
I use my heightened sight to see that she is carrying all she said she has on her. The pocket knife she has even has some silver to it. I lightly smile and tell her yes in a joking tone. I sit back in my chair while taking a sip of my drink.
Then a man walks into the bar and sits a few seats over from me. I barely look over to see this man. His hair is shoulder length black, body built like a warrior, dressed in blue jeans, and black long sleeve shirt. He is quite the looker, pleasing to the eye especially with his dark brown eyes. He asks for Smoked Cinnamon Old Fashioned. The bar tender starts making his drink.
I bite the bottom of my lip feeling in the mood for something sweet. I finish my drink when he comes over smiling to me. I smile back at him since I was just about to go sit next to him. The bar tender sits his drink down in front of him and I order another drink.
“What is a vampire like you doing in these parts?” He whispers to me.
His voice is a bit dark, rough, and sharp but in a good, sexy way. I know that he is not a vampire by the hearing of his heart beat. I believe he may be a caster but normally I can spot a caster with a few miles from me.
Either way, I am taken in the fact that he knows I am a vampire. Now we can have normal conversations of the things we have seen and done over the years. This handsome man and I begin to talk over drinks. When the bar closes for the night, we go out for a smoke continuing to talk.
From what I can tell about this man in just talking to him, smart, funny, sexy and there is a little darkness in him that would not make him the princess storybook prince. He seems more real than any other human male I have spoken to. Then I realize he never told me his name but I did not care because I only want something sweet, no names is better since I may drain him dry by the end of the night.
“Do you want to go dancing? I know a place not far from here.”
I haven’t been dancing in a while so I nod my head yes to him. He tells me where to go for the night club. I wrap my arms around him as he wraps his arms around to be resting on my lower back. I tell him to hang on. He is ready when I carry him through my swarm bats to this night club. We land a few blocks from the club. He extends his arm out to me. I take his arm while we smile to one another. We walk to this night club known as BOA – Beat of Angels Bucharest. There are at least over a hundred people dancing all around to the music being played by the DJ.
The entrance guard allows us to walk in since this man knows the guard. We even get a good table and some drinks with no long wait. I see that this place has some of the best sound, lighting. The entire place is mixed well and sprinkled for most people that come here. I already like it.
We finish our first drinks from the club then he stands to his feet, extending his hand to me. “May I ask you for a dance?”
“Yes.” I take his hand.
We head to the dance floor as the DJ changes the song to something I heard a few times and recognize it on the spot. The song is Spitfire by The Prodigy; one of the best songs to play in a night club such as this. We start dancing on the slightly crowded dance floor. Neither of us cares how we dance unlike the humans around us. We are just jumping and dancing with each other without a care in the world.
I rest by backside against him, rubbing my body against his. He goes with how my body is moving. He spins me outward then back to his arms. His muscled arms around me have something come over me that I kiss him. He does not pull away from me at all and kisses me right back. We make out during a slow dance on the floor which turns into another good song called I’m an Albatraoz by AronChupa.
The entire club goes crazy dancing with the song and the next song, Cayendo by Deorro. I think the last time I had this much fun was in the 1600’s with Dracula as we are jumping around like idiots having fun, looking like absolute children. We smile to one another in the fun we are having and we want to continue the fun when we take a few pictures together and go back to making out. I do not know how but I have this instant attraction to him the more we dance.
After several more dances, we eventually go to my apartment. I slam the front door behind me then we go against the living room wall. He picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist while we are drowning in our kisses. I run my fingers through his shoulder length hair, gripping onto it tightly. He gives out a moan as I feel him being ready with his member when he carries me over to the bed. He throws me on the bed then crawls on top of me. We grin to one another in the fun we are having.
My legs wrap around him again while kissing passionately. He sits up for a moment removing his shirt. His whole upper body is covered in muscles as my hands brush over his muscles. He and I work on my blouse, and his pants tossing it to the floor. He stops for a moment and I wonder why he stops.
“If you want blood, all you have to do is ask. Also are you sure?”
I smile and nod yes to him. This man is not what I expected at all. Not one man who has known of me being a vampire never has been ok with it aside from other vampires. He strokes my hair for a few seconds, admiring my black lace bra then his hands go down to take off my skirt down to my black lace thong. I stroke his hair before I take off his black boxers as he is fully naked on top of me.
His lips go to my inner right thigh, kissing it. I feel a sensation going through my body as he does this. I run my fingers through his hair while he is doing this. Before I even knew it, his lips are between my legs. I let out several pleasurable moans in what he is doing. He does not stop for a while almost like he is making me wait to kiss him again.
I get to the point that I beg him, “Come here!”
He finally moves up, kissing my half naked body then our lips colliding together as he enters inside me. I move my hand down to clutch his fine ass. His arms wrap around me, unbuckling the back of my bra. The bra lands on the floor that we are now lying naked in each other’s arms. My fingers run through his hair then moving my hands up and down his back side even scratching him. He moans in scratching him to the point that he is bleeding some. He is thrusting deeper into me.
We lose ourselves in each while doing various positions, and remain in eye contact whenever we could. He even does it from behind. A rare few are good at it and his spanking to me hurt too good to say no. He is a man of many traders in the bed that I was not expecting. We go back to me being on top of him. I am kissing him all over his chest then to his neck. I feel my hunger fill my body that I have a chance to feed on him. I remain kissing his neck until my vampire teeth come out; ready to sink into his flesh.
“May I?” I growl in hunger to him.
“Yes.” He growls back to me.
My eyes stare at him. He accepts me fully what I am as sink my teeth in his neck. His arms wrap around me, embracing my body closer to him while I feed. He does not struggle against me at all. I take my time drinking him. His blood tastes about like the smell of willow trees with a sort of lavender mix in an odd but sweet way. His blood is both sweet and savory. I have never tasted any blood like his. It is almost addicting.
He groans while the sound of me drinking his blood fills my senses for a few moments. I stop for a moment with an urge to feed on him more but I need to stop. If I go any further, I will drain him dry. I pull my mouth away from his neck. My lips are covered in his lips almost like his blood is my lipstick. He looks a bit pale in how much I drank from him but he closes his eyes, taking a few deep breathes.
After a few deep breathes, I notice his neck healing while his skin tone returns to normal. It is like I never drank from him at all. He places his hand on his neck from where I bite him then slowly moves his hand from his neck to my lips. He brushes the tips of his fingers over my lips with a small smile on his face. I have never seen a caster heal the way he just did.
I am about to ask him how he did that but then he asks me, “How did I taste?”
“Unlike anything I have tasted. Your blood actually has flavor, flavors I have not tasted in centuries. You are something else and I am surprised that another woman has not snatched you up.” I lick my lips that his blood is no longer there. I remain on top of him while his hands go down to rest on my waists.
The smile on his face disappears when telling me, “No woman to snatch me up sadly especially with my lifestyle and line of work.”
I ask him, “Really? Not even one woman tried?”
He looks away from me then outside the window of the moon shining in the night sky. His hand moves to his necklace he is wearing. I never really noticed it before until now. It is a small pendant, almost the size of a quarter. It appears to be centuries old. There is only one thing on the pendant. It is a paw print, a wolf paw print.
“There was one woman. I knew her since she was in high school. I was her first time and she was the only woman I had ever been with since my wife passing. She will always hold a place in my heart. I see her whenever I am in town. She is the most wonderful woman. I still cannot stand the idea of not being able to spend the rest of my life with her. I came so close in walking away from my line of work for her. Although I knew if I did, our life together would be nothing but on the run. A life on the run is not exactly a fairytale ending. So I told her that I couldn’t. It felt like my heart getting torn out of me all over again.”
I freeze in his words in knowing exactly how that feels with my existence and anyone I managed to get close with but I cut it short knowing how dangerous our supernatural world is. I rest my hands in his for a moment in understanding. He kisses the top of my hand. I smile in this kind man before me. I stop smiling when I notice something on his right hand.
There is a particular ring on his third finger. The ring has a two crossed over swords in the form of a cross with a flame symbol behind the cross swords. There is only one line of work that has a ring such as his. I begin to piece everything together that he has told me. I immediately move to the side of the bed in some shock toward him. He sits up on the bed knowing why I am looking at him the way I am.
“You are a wolf!” I raise my voice to him in anger but more toward myself for not realizing that he is a wolf sooner than this.
“I am surprised you didn’t know what I am. Then again, not many see my kind around as much anymore. Some even mistake me for a caster given how many centuries I have been around casters than my own kind.” He tells me.
“You work for them?” I ask him in some terror.
I swiftly get up from the bed, putting on my velvet black robe then go for my hidden gun under the shelf next to my bed. I aim the gun at him. He holds his hands up getting up slowly from the bed. He reaches for his boxers and pants. He gets to his feet and does not move.
“I am not here on any business at all. I am not here to harm you. Unless you ask me again like you did in bed.” He gives a satisfying grin.
“If you are not on business then why are you here? Why me?” I snarl to him.
“I was in the mood for something sweet as just you were. That is literally all. I swear.” He says to me.
I listen to the sound of his heart beat. It is calm, collected and truthful. This man is speaking the truth. I lower the gun but keep it in my hand. He grabs his shirt, putting it on. He seems disappointed in himself for ever getting involved with anyone due his line of work. I begin to see why he never told me fully about his job when we were talking at the bar. But he needs to go because many will consider me a traitor for even sleeping with him, a wolf.
“Don’t get me wrong, it was something sweet and you seem like a good man but you can leave. Please go.”
“I will.” He says going for the front door. He grabs his phone. He is about to leave but looks back at me. “Before I go, I just want you to know that I don’t know who you are as a vampire. But as a woman and us being together like we did, I did enjoy it thoroughly and you’re something. I was able to forget things for a while. It was just us, you and me. I couldn’t have asked for anything else. Have a good night.”
I am taken by his words. He is not like the others of his wolf kind I have come across. His heart beat remains calm, collected. He is speaking the truth to me. Most of his kind tries to kill me or immediately leave when I pull a gun on them. If I was to attack one of them, I would be charged with attempted murder so the human way of a gun is the way to go since I cannot use my vampire powers on them.
I watch him slowly reach for the knob of the door when the taste of his blood floods into my senses. A part of me wants more of him than I got before. I set the gun down as he opens the door but I use my vampire strength to close the door, slamming him against the wall. We are face to face. He wonders what I am about to do as my right hand hold his wrists up above his head. I have to ask him a few questions before I decide my next move against him.
“I just have three questions and depending on your answers, there may be a fourth question.”
“What are they?”
“How long have you been in town?” I ask since Vlad has been seeing a wolf around. I wonder if this wolf is the one watching him.
“I got in town around mid-afternoon. I am in town to visit the woman I mentioned earlier. I managed to get some time off with my busy lifestyle.” He says while the sound of his heart is proving the truth to his words.
“Understandable. Next question, how many vampires have you killed in your service? Answer honesty.”
He thinks for a moment like he is counting. He exhales then tells me softly, “At least a hundred over the past few centuries. Most of them were killing helpless women or children. I only went for those that attacked for pleasure when they could have easily gone for a homeless person, junkie or a murderer. This is the 21st century; if one slips up, it becomes public knowledge, imagine Man hunting all vampires, wolves, casters and all supernatural alike with the new developed weapons. No one would ever be safe. I go after vampires that are a risk to the Supernatural world.”
His heart beats like it has, truthfully to me. He has a good point. Any others of his kind try to kill any vampire they see, no matter the vampire. Even if we made something of ourselves to society, we are still hunted by some. This man is not one of them.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Kiral. What is your name?”
"Lucy." I bite the bottom of my lip within a few moments ready to jump his bones again. I growl to him, “You want to go again?”
“Yes please.” He says in a begging manner.
Without a moment to spare, we are back on the bed. He is on top of me while french kissing. We moan in between kisses with just the right amount of tongue. He has quite the talented tongue. I take off his clothes and he takes off my robe. We get under the covers going at each other for hours. He does a wonder with his lips and tongue between my legs again. He even lets me feed on him again. The sweetness and savory taste of his blood is even better than the first time that it is a bit harder to pull away but I manage to do so.
We finally stop around possibly midnight and talk some. I see that he and I are beginning to get tired so I tell him to get some sleep. I’m surprised in how tired I feel; must be that wolf strength he used with me in bed. I surprise myself in allowing him to stay over and he does not question it. He is a wolf I would love to keep around. I ask him to go to the fridge where a bottle of wine is at. He kisses me on the lips for a moment then gets up from the bed.
I get up from bed as well and start the fireplace across from my bed. The fire starts growing stronger when I lay down on the bed taking in what my body has done for the night. I actually feel how the inside of my body feels, pleasantly sore. If I am ever with a human, it does not hurt in a good way like sex is suppose to. But with this one, I certainly felt it. I like it. I remain thinking about this night until he comes back over with a glass of wine for the both of us.
We tap our glasses lightly then spend more time talking. We spend a few hours talking almost like we couldn’t stop. I am blown away by him in the places he has seen and done. I can tell that he has a love for Paris in how he talked about his time there. I have only been there a few times but nothing as good as Kiral speaks of.
We finish the bottle of wine together and lay down in bed. I am resting in his arms listening to the sound of rain pouring outside now. He kisses me on the head a few times, treating me like a real woman than just a vampire. It is strange in a good way being treated like this even for a night. The sound of the rain and his heart beat is so nice to hear that I begin to fall asleep before I even realize I fell asleep in his arms.
The next time I open my eyes, I see that it is around 6 am. I look over to see that Kiral is not in bed with me. I lean up in some disappointment until I notice something on the pillow he left behind. I see that it is small parchment letter with a single yellow rose. I pick up the rose and letter with a smile on my face. I open the letter to actually find it handwritten.
‘Apologies for not being next to you when you read this, it’s a terrible thing to do to you. However with my whirlwind of work, I cannot stay in one place for too long. I want you to know that in the short time we had together, it was far more than that I was expecting to happen. You are one hell of a woman that brightened my dark night up. Your smile is like the brightness of the sun. I hope to see you again in the future and if I do not, I wish for you to have all you dream and set your mind to. Sincerely, Kiral.’
‘P.S. Thank you for not killing me and allowing me to stay over. It means a great deal to me. And because of that, I left something sweet for you. I hope you like it.’
I look around to see what he left behind for me. My eyes go to the kitchen to see the wine glasses we drank from. The glasses are filled with some red. I put on my robe going over to the glasses. I knew in the smell of the blood, it is his. He left me some of his blood to drink. It is not the most romantic thing in the world but it goes to show that he accepts me fully as a woman and a vampire.
I stare at the beautiful yellow rose he left for me. I realize he picked yellow as the symbol of the brightness my smile brought to him. I hope that whoever the woman he wanted to be with changes. He has a good heart that deserves more than the lifestyle he has. Any woman in their right mind would kill to have a man like Kiral in their life.
I pick up one of the wine glasses, smelling the sweet and savory of his blood then slowly drink it. When I finish the glass, my senses relive the night we had together. I look at the second glass filled with his blood. I decide to put the glass of wine in the fridge so I can drink it another time. I know when to enjoy a good flavor taste of blood such as his.
I stare outside the window to see the sunrise coming. I begin to get a certain feeling in my body; almost like something in the air coming for us. I am not sure what but I believe we will be ready for it.
Mina’s POV
Emily finally fell asleep but I cannot seem to get any sleep with the tossing and turning I have been doing for a while now. I see the clock says it is 6 in the morning. I let out a deep breath in frustration in having no sleep. I wrap a blanket around me and go to sit down on the couch. I listen to the quiet of the night slowly turning to dawn as my mind begins to fill up with Michael hitting me. I lightly sob in gently placing my hand over the right side of my face that is bruised up. I feel cold chills all over my body in thinking about it.
I need to be thinking of anything else than what has happened today. I look over to the kitchen counter where my phone is. I listened to Vlad and kept my phone off for most of the day. But now I want to turn my phone on. I can only imagine the phone calls I already have from my mother alone and who knows what else. But I get up and turn my phone on.
I sit back down on the couch and see over fourteen missed phone calls from my mother alone. I do not even bother to look at the text messages sent me. I am about to go to photos until my phone starts vibrating in someone calling me. I see that it is an unknown caller. I freeze in thinking that it is Michael but I immediately know it is not him when the phone call is the area code of Paris. There is one person in my life that calls me by this number.
I answer the call. I remain quiet for a moment when I hear a voice say, “Mina, it’s me…”
I exhale in such relief in hearing his voice. I begin to cry in joy that it is him and not Michael. I curl up into a ball while keeping the phone to my ear. His voice makes the cold chills in my body go away when he speaks to me again.
“Are you alright, Mina?” He says my name like it is the last time he will ever speak my name.
I smile in joy in the hopes that I will get to see him again. He only ever calls when he feels like something is wrong or when he is in town. I truly hope that he is in town because I do want to see him. I exhale at the thought of Kiral but stop in realizing that Vlad is in my life and I do need to tell him about Kiral sooner or later.
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