Paradox: any person, thing, or situation exhibiting an apparently contradictory nature.
I.
Winds rolled over the snow filled canvass of the Alaskan terrain. The smell of already slaughtered flesh hung aromatically in the air as the vampire sped up and over the huge snowdrifts to get to where fresh caribou awaited him. The smell of some other type of wintry predator was crisp in the air also, but he paid no mind to that. Deer tasted better.
'Of all the silliest things,' Laurent thought, whisking over a heavy snow bank before he descended upon a gathering of wolves around the sprawled carcass. 'Vampire vegans…'
But in one swift motion, before the wolves had even scattered, Laurent swarmed over the kill with his black jacket flying out like giant bat wings. He wrapped his strong chocolate colored arms around the creature's neck, bringing it into the vague warmth of his jacket's insides and then sprinting in a roundabout turn to head back to the Denali Coven cottage.
The legs were dragging and waving motionlessly in the air as Laurent arrived at the little charming piece of woodwork; coincidentally the same beautiful hue as his dark skin. He breathed in the much more mouth savoring scent of the humans in the nearby village as he stepped onto the porch, and entered it's doorway as casually as a husband with milk.
"Irina, dear." his European-accented voice purred, "I've brought you dinner."
She smiled from ear-to-ear, tucking a strand of silver-blonde hair behind one as her feet lightly skimmed the floor and she gracefully encircled her love's larger frame. The deer in between them squished as they enveloped each other in lips of iron. Laurent savored once more the enhanced pleasures of his vampire abilities, tasting Irina's tongue and palette as she smoothed her hard lips slowly away for his, licking her teeth of his recent human kill.
The vampire woman smiled again; this time with devilish delight at her small cheat.
He did as well, finding amusement in her childish sinfulness.
"Oh my," she noted suddenly, "the bread…"
Laurent examined the mess in his hands. "Pity, but I always prefer white to whole wheat."
Irina chuckled, but grew concerned when she noted his discontentment. It was something Laurent hid well and even though he fooled her sisters, Irina knew better. She clasped his hand as he led her out the door and into the lightly falling snow. They briskly flew across the ivory expanse of the front yard, gliding in graceful circles in the twirling bits of white that speckled their bodies. Laurent finally got tired of beating around the bush, and pulled his love around to face him. She made a small noise as his hands took her thin white face.
"You look so beautiful," he told the deadly attractive ice queen, "this climate suits you…"
Irina closed her blue-ringed eyes and her lips tugged up in a half smile. "And not you."
There was a brief pause. "And not me." he confirmed.
Her eyes opened then and they were full of sorrowful longing. "Laurent, you committed."
"For you I have," He rebuked her gently, thumbing her glacier cold cheek. "But it is…"
"No longer enough." Irina whispered, her head dipping.
"I love you," Laurent told her as he thumbed her chin up to look at him, "So come with me and try my way of life, Irina..." his golden eyes flickered excitedly in search of her answer.
But she backed away, turning her own away so that her lover's gaze roamed aimlessly.
"I will not turn on my sisters," Irina said firmly, surely, "I will not break the peace."
Laurent stepped away from her himself this time and started off in the other direction.
"Perhaps, my peace seeking Irina," he suggested ominously, "That will soon end for you."
The end.
A/N: I may write more if this treatment gets some positive feedback.
LP