A handful of my hair, and the slightest of pulls, made my neck fall back; another hand possessively grabbing me by my neck with no pressure, but a stiff force that kept me still. Taking in a deep breath, inhaling the humid sticky air, I felt captured. His skin was ice cold, possessive with those incredibly large hands. My eyes only saw past the deep sky, a lack of stars as his grip tightened on me.
The grip on my hair tightened, then loosened, as he moved his large stature down to my ear, "You will not leave," he growled, the ice in his nonchalant voice had thawed with a passionate magma. He was angry.
I was unable to say anything, though I placed my hand on the one around my neck. Then another, as I backed fully into his body, his hands slipped, down my throat, gently over my breast, to the place between my pelvic bone, "this will never work." The words escape my lips thoughtfully, as I grab his wrist, and pull him away. Though he could easily kill me, he lets me separate them, so I turn, to face him.
Ridiculously handsome, his face, brooding with a taunting manly-man look every woman swooned over. He was used to this; knowing how his scarp angled bone structure combined with the softness of his proud nose and those perfect kissable lips were. Irresistible didn't cut when you looked into those icy eyes that at first, second, and third glimpse were soulless.
He didn't breath. His heart didn't pump. Though he was alive, and as clear as day, walking, talking, gallivanting about for one thousand years eating people who would never be missed.
Vampires were real. They were home and business owners, they were in the media pushing the ideals of "main streaming" living amongst humans. The moral compass had combust, it's springs lost in a vortex of possibilities, leaving me feeling betrayed more so than anything in the world.
Maybe because it's because I'm young; a fresh eighteen year old in her sophomore year of a University with a craving for a hopeless romance to strangle myself in—just like any other teen, I thought my life was pretty fucked. These vampires weren't going to sparkle in the sun; they would eat you in vein, your remains hidden for the insects to slowly eat you as your body lay lifeless, decomposing. I shared lips with a man who could quite have possibly slept with over thousands of women; his lips contaminated by millions more. By the way he looks, his sex life must have been ridiculously lavished with women spreading their legs before he could even think about asking.
Before, he made me nervous—but now—how could I have shared something so special with a man who had probably taken more virgins thank I could probably ever imagine.
Not only was I betrayed, but shocked to know he was a King; the highest of the social food chain amongst vampires. His job was to keep peace amongst his own kind. It figured, his clothes were all designer though his style was simple.
"Please—stay?"
"Why?" my voice, firm, inquiring. "Why haven't you killed me? We've been doing—well…this…for almost a year."
"You will stay, and you will give yourself to me—you will be mine," he says, those hands on my shoulders.
"Give myself to you?" It almost comes out as if I'm amused. "I am nobodies play toy. You will not bite me!"
"Who said anything about biting?" he almost growled. "I'm over a thousand years old—I find interest in no one. You tell me you love me the other day, and you find out then suddenly such feelings—feelings that I also expressed to you and MEANT—" his voice was flustered, "You were sincere! I was—for once in my life sincere! If I wanted you dead, we wouldn't be here right now!"
He's heated, his emotionless eyes are filled with rage fueled by heart break. Quickly, his face goes back to that mysterious ice, his emotionless face, a barrier from the world, as his forehead touches mine, "If you value your life, you will be mine."
"What'll happen if I refuse?" I swallow.
"I would hope you the best and suggest you be in your house, safe at sunrise every day for the rest of your life."
"I know what it's like to be homeless—alone in the dark. I've run away from so many foster families it's ridiculous. Vampires existed then. I wasn't killed, so what makes you think I'll suddenly be killed now?"
"Because I will be assure that every man you are with, is dead—when I find my heart to grow cold and jealous enough, I will take you for myself because if I can't have you; nobody will have you."
For a millisecond, my heart stopped, sending fear charging like lightning through my veins, "If you loved me, you would set me free," I swallow.
He smirks, "How cute," he sighs, rubbing a thumb against my cheek. "Though it may be true I have no intentions in wasting my time. You're stubborn and would find excuse after excuse never to return. Not only have I emotionally dedicated myself to you, but I've studied you.
"Soon you won't even realize—you're not captured; just a little restrained. You told me you loved me."
"I did—I mean," I hesitate, "I do."
"Then be with me. It's so easy to be with me."
"I want children—you can't give me those."
"Please—do not shove what I would wish to give you in your face. If I could, I would give you children. Don't be cruel."
The desperation in his voice, made her heart sink.
"Why me?" I sigh. "Why couldn't have fallen for some retard girl like Bella?"
"Bella?" he asks, confused.
My temperature boils, though I am not angry, but frustrated; my heart breaking, imploding as he'd given me true happiness. Though he'd tricked me for almost a year, and I was hurt, my emotion pull was in favor of staying.
"You fit me so well. I've met a lot of people in my life time. I'm not saying you're nothing like them. I haven't taken the time to meet them—but when I saw you, I knew you would make me happy. I had lived so many years in contempt. I own a successful bar, and hotel chain; I have money, I've had attention; but I haven't truly loved someone since I was alive.
"It's ridiculous. I died before I could even marry her—I remember her, and even though my human self-loved her, she was nothing compared to you. You're smart, you have self-worth and can't be traded for cattle. You could easily be a dime a dozen, but I could give a shit about that. Fuck—" he stops himself frustrated. "I keep my emotions inside. I've been doing it forever, and you evoke everything. You push every last one of my god damned buttons! Please! Just love me like I love you and quit the self-righteous bull shit."
My brows furrow, "Self-righteous," I sigh. "Sorry," I a grin comes to my face as I can't believe him, "but if you felt you were living a lie then excuse the fuck out of me."
His hand leaves my face as he takes in an unnecessary breath of air, "I watched Cats with you—you would think someone with as much killing skill you would have been the first glance I had on you. Why would I have to elaborately scheme to earn your trust when I could just glamor you. I'm sorry I had to lie, but if I told you I was a vampire you would leave me which would result in me having to show you. CATS the musical, is terrible theatre, but I watched it because you love it so much. I haven't had sex in almost a year—I'm the fucking king. I could get pussy in three seconds."
"You're not making that great of a case for yourself, throwing all of that in my face—and CATS is not terrible theatre!" My argument may be void, though a man who hadn't expressed his emotions in years and whop also happens to be just as sexually frustrated doesn't have too straight of a head, regardless of whether or not he's dead.
"If only you could have been the 100 year old vampire virgin…."
"What?!" he laughs, "Add another zero—"
"You're a thousand years old?" I screamed almost horrified.
"Closer to two," he shrugs. "And I'm proud of it."
Sighing, I don't feel as if I have any more air to breath, my lungs will have collapsed or filled with my own blood so I would drown in myself. Decomposed mummies from ancient museums in middle school pop into my head. "Oh Dear god," I feel myself getting sick only because I can forget about how many people he's killed, and now have to multiple his sexual partners by who knows how many. "Please just lie to me," I beg. "Tell me your 120."
"I am 1,989 years old. Age is something you wear with pride."
That number is not reassuring.
"I live in the body of a 22 year old—our physical ages aren't too far apart."
Just looking at his face, filled with concern though his ice like barrier hides all of his other worries I can't help but think about this last year. All of the fun I've had with him though he was sadistic and dark; his personality was almost close to nothing, and yet I'd felt so much warmth and love from someone everyone told me was the most cruel.
He was also right. I wasn't too hard of a challenge for him to just come up and kill. Killing me for someone like him must be equivalent to stomping on a spider. Maybe Stephanie wasn't wrong about their sheer strength.
"I just want to be happy with you forever." The angry turn slowly turned into a faithless drop.
"I won't live forever—"
"I would change you."
"And if I didn't want to change?"
"Then I would simply love you until you died."
His simplicity wasn't very charming. Then again, he wasn't Edward, he wasn't some zealous, over sensitive romantic willing to die for a girl with nothing especially particular about her besides the fact he can't read her mind. Oliver couldn't read minds!
"Then?" I ask curiously.
"I would imagine an extraordinary amount of hurt—but I don't know what would happen after that. I'm emotionally attached. I want you to be mine. I want to claim you."
"Oliver, if that's even your real name—I'm not property."
"It's so other vampires don't hurt you. You belong to me; they would sense our bond then simply leave you alone—and Oliver isn't my real name," he chimes in quickly, "My real name is Ӧlvir Holgata. The name doesn't really roll off the tongue."
My lips purse, my arms cross as I stare down the giant. "What's the process?"
"It's a sensual exchange of blood—before you knock it, please understand I need to be able to feel you whenever wherever. I don't even have to bite you. You can prick your finger on my tooth for all I care."
"I don't wanna drink you blood."
"Just a dab, and we will be one."
"So what makes it so…sensual?"
"The exchange—the effects of my blood will engulf you in waves of ecstasy as you experience intimacy on a level much higher than words could ever express. Or so I've heard…."
"Fine, I'll just assume because we're not taking large amounts that the experience will be lesser."
Oliver raises a beautiful eyebrow, shaking his head, whatever you want to believe my love, now come with me inside."
Side by side, he glides next to me, not taking my hand but watching with intent, as I've relaxed. I haven't gone too far, not really even passed the gates, onto the streets. His house is humbling; Large, with mostly windows as it's surrounded by a beautiful straight lined landscaping. The ancient vampire is very much so into modernism and being as simple as possible.
We walk into the mansion where his three progenies sit, with their volunteering prey, as he takes me up the seemingly floating stairs, up to his bedroom. He didn't hesitate at the door; opening into a room that had no windows, ceiled off from the world. He didn't sleep here; he did other things he couldn't do wherever he went for the day.
I still didn't know where that was in all honesty. He takes me in his arms, nudging the door with his foot, allowing the door to shut at a gentle force though the walls trembled. "So, I think I should go first—"
"I think you should slow down," I sternly say, as I step on a short sturdy black chest as all the furniture in the room was very close to the ground. Looking into those icey blue eyes, I couldn't believe I was about to see the other side of him. "Alright, show me your teeth, he bared his mouth falsely. "You know what I mean," I scowl.
Opening his mouth slightly wider, I watch fangs shoot out, making a popping sound. My heart seemed to panic shooting down to my stomach; a thick lump surfaced into my throat. This breath, this courage took me back to an eighth science class. His tooth would be the sterilized needle I would examine under a stethoscope…except, the petri would be his tongue and I wouldn't be seeing anything. My finger, pressed against the razor sharp white tooth as a small bead formed around the puncture, placing it on his tongue.
Would this be like that scene in Interview with a Vampire where the baby ends up consuming the woman who was tricked into thinking she'd only wanted to kiss her wound? My mind thought too quickly, as I was quickly awakened by how his lips shut around my finger; his tongue caressing it as it slid through his mouth.
There was something in his eyes, when my finger slipped from his lips; a curious furrowed brow. Ignoring said curiosity, he quickly, pricked his finger, as I stuck my tongue out, placing his finger tip on my tongue , bringing it back into my mouth, as the effects of said blood began to take course. My vision blurred for a moment, as the simple room, grew into something else; where the sun was warm on my skin. Where the grass through the carpet slowly enveloping around my, the four walls falling down into a meadow, "What is this place?" I ask, looking down at my feet, in which I was no longer on furniture.
"I don't know," he sighs in amazement.
When I moved, my limbs felt as light as air; my blood tingled, tickling my bad mood away as the smile grew.
For once, I was so happy I didn't know what to do with myself as I felt, onto the soft grass, under the sun. The grass felt like individual strands of waving silk, as I rolled in it. The sound of the birds, their songs, pulled strings in my stomach that felt like popping magic, that made me laugh.
"What are you doing?" he asks, "may I join in?"
"Of course! It feels amazing!"
As he lay on his back looking into those eyes, I felt as if we were connected; an intense rush came to my hear, as it did to him. We smile almost simultaneously as he scoots over to me, chuckled at the ticklish fibers. "I love you."
"I love you," I smile back.
"Make love to me here," his voice, soft, vulnerable, "let me take you."
"I'm scared," I whisper, "But—I think I can trust you with this." Against my better judgment, that, in his case meant yes. I stayed perfectly still in the ticklish grass, then, with a split decision, took my shirt off; exposing my skin to a faint breeze. Greedily, he took my chest in his hands, pushing them closer together, kneading them as his mouth collided with mine. Those aggressive hands, unlatching my bra snaps as quickly as he could, immediately headed towards the button of my pants, as he leaned me back down onto the plush green.
Watching him take his clothes off at an abnormal speed was somewhat similar to watching a light show; his movement was beautiful, fast and dazzling. He was completely naked before me ripped off my panties, his fangs had already been out.
"Don't you dare bite me," I hiss.
"Don't worry lover," he coos, kissing the nape of my neck, trailing his way up, to my jawline accompany rose petal kisses. "I will not intentionally hurt you."
He played with me, taking a nipple into his mouth, while playing with the other though it only got them hard did only a little for me. Kissing the man with fangs, out in the open like this, was an adrenalin rush amongst all of the other soft senses around me that soon, made me relax so that he could properly slide in.
Demanding lips, a demanding tongue, with expert fingers only played, tickling, caressing a sweet bud. Pressing against it and an alarmingly fast pace, the building of pressure shot into my leg muscles with a warm comfortable burning that caused me to involuntarily move to get more pleasure. Of course, I bit my tongue as to not make a noise, though I whimpered when I could not hold my composure and the build up was too much to keep. My muscles trembled, shaking, as the feeling of having to pee released itself. Thank god I didn't actually pee; but sighed when I pooled.
His kissing stopped when he looked at me smugly, then with a mischievous grimace, her kisses me softly, moving his body, distracting me, "this might hurt."
I giggle as his mouth is smiling as well, "I don't know why you find that's funny."
His mouth grins wider, ice cold skin hovering over me, as his head drops to my neck, I feel him, placing himself at the entrance, guiding himself in with his hand, slowly pushing himself into me. First the tip, made me groan, as I hadn't been stretched though it went in more easily in my state.
"Jesus," he groans, pushing himself slowly into me, as for me to adjust, although I've shut my eyes tightly; my teeth grind together behind my closed lips, waiting. Inching slowly further, he allows himself as his pace which turned into a rip instead of the initial burn. I wanted to say ow, though I put my arm over my eyes as I could not contain a relaxed look. Breathing worked, as he began the motions, I felt the blood.
He was large; not only long but his girth felt as if it were too much as he tries fitting all of himself in me. Right now, I'm sure he was facing the facts, I was a little too tight to accommodate him.
"Look at me," he called softly, a tear had shed from my eye, but only from the tear.
Removing my heavy arm, I looked at him; no longer in the meadow, but in his room; the four walls had rose, blocking us from the soft paradise. There he was, smiling, pushing himself into me, as I tried not to make a face.
"It will feel amazing in a short time," he reassures me, moving faster, faster, to his ridiculous speed, in which then I'd felt a tiny but of pleasure before he made a noise from within his core that was almost too demonic.
Somehow, from our high, we were on the bed as that groan continued, as he bit into the pillow next to my neck, as those hard working muscles loosened and he slid from me.
"See? That wasn't so bad, my love, was it?"
"Why'd you bit the pillow?" I ask, confused. Was this some sick reference?
"Biting is sexual, I respect the fact you don't want me to bite you. You cum—you bite," he easily shrugs, "they go together. It's more instinctual for me—" he sighs, smirking, then kissing my forehead, "Speaking of biting, the night is young and I need to feed before I get any ideas."
"So I'm guessing you're not the kind of guy that drinks True Blood."
"Only on social occasions—like when I'm at my club, or one of my hotels. Otherwise, I won't touch the stuff. It's too bland." He gets up, "Get dressed." The closet opens, and he's already half way putting some clothes I'd left over at his house. Raising my arms, I give him a sour look as I hate being rushed.
I get up, following him out of the room, butt naked, though the short hallway and down the stairs.
Glass house, Oliver had no shame, and certainly nothing to hide as his body was flawless. The way he walked, because of his height was almost like a graceful stride. "Having the house all to ourselves is quite lovely isn't it?" he asks, as I follow him into the kitchen.
"Uh, yeah," I shrug, "I—uh, was kind of wondering if I could go upstairs and shower?"
"Not yet," he says, opening his top of the line stainless steel fridge. "God Damnit," he sighs, back to his stale, emotionless voice. "You would think they'd save some for me—Eva!" he screams.
"Eva?"
The quick sound of clacking high heels runs from whatever direction. Out comes a woman in a short lingerie French maid costume.
"You're fucking joking," I spit. "Unbelievable."
Hispanic, long brown hair, that's been especially curled makes her look like a beautiful porn star. Obviously whatever she was doing here was making her exceptional amounts of money as she'd had the greatest rack I'd ever seen. She was drop dead gorgeous, making me feel like I was just like anyone he could have picked off the street.
"Are you jealous?" he asks, confused.
"Well duh!" I almost laugh, "Look at her! She's beautiful!"
A reaction none of them had probably anticipated from me, as they both stared in horror. His fangs pop out, as he eyes avert to his sex; which is now resurrected itself.
"I think it's time for me to really go," I turn only to see him, in front of me, blocking me way.
"No, you're not leaving me again—I only need her to feed, I swear."
"Maybe you should give in to Drinking True Blood instead of collecting women who look like her! It comes off the wrong way!" I look up, standing my ground, when he smiles again, using his muscled arms to press me against the kitchen wall.
"Leave Eva, I am no longer in need of your services."
"Okay," she faintly says, probably more than happy to leave such an awkward situation. I watch her black designer heels walk out, then, I hear a door shut.
"Fine. Let's say I start drinking True Blood when you're around and start feeding off less attractive women…although, you're beauty compared to hers is not even comparable. Let's make a deal."
My lungs fill with air, as I am in no mood to compromise, "Fine, yes, lets," I say, covering his mouth, "Start drinking True Blood—nothing but True Blood and I'll let you continue having sex with me. That sounds like a great idea doesn't it?"
His face becomes uninterested and stale, "That would be like me asking you do nothing but drink water—"
"Water can't nourish you—True Blood can," I correct him.
"Well I was thinking something more along the lines of letting me get another taste of you, fucking you again until I go to ground. Tomorrow, after your online classes you will finish here, I will drink something you don't feel threatened by, with sips of True Blood here and there—then fuck you some more."
"That hardly seems like compromise."
"Would you simply ask any carnivorous animal in the wild to simply become some sort of vegetarian?" he demands in a growl, "I am a predator. Yes, some vampires mainstream, but even they can't fully quit. It's what keeps us alive. The taste is something you can't put in a bottle. It's not real."
I feel the blood within me turn cold, as the intensity in every aspect is too much, as I press myself more against the wall. "Then how do expect us to work?"
"No," his voice immediately softens, along with his eyes and posture. "Don't be afraid."
"Then stop being such a dick," my breathing quickens. I laugh, thinking how ridiculous I look, how I was arguing with a naked man. "You have no idea how frightening this is for me," I try to calm myself, "You practically eat people alive—you aren't supposed to exist, and yet here we are. It's a lot to find out in just one day, you know?
"I'm an emotional mess. You just had sex with me. I've never had sex in my life before. Emotionally, I'm kind of fucked up, from the heart break, the surprise, the fighting—maybe I just need to take a step back. You're a predator, I get it…kinda….."
Why was it he couldn't just feed from animals like in the books? Life wasn't supposed to be like this! Twilight was some fucked up fantasy I could never have. Even their relationship was, but at least that fictional character and his family could dedicate themselves to becoming a full-fledged vegetarian.
"I think I can accept your offer—do me a favor though?"
"Anything," he nods.
"Watch Twilight with me?"
His eyebrow raises, "What's that?"
"Just some ridiculous movie—it's kind of a big deal."
He takes me into the living room, the mounted TV is on, ready for him to choose the movie, which is on a popular on the renting list.
I'm calm when the movie starts, he lays me on the couch, cuddling me from behind, nudging his face loving against mine, his hands lovingly, wrap around me.
As the movie goes on, he laughs at how dumb he thinks the movie is and what a weak character Edward is; devising a way to captivate my attention, kissing me, tickling me, flirting, bringing me back into the warm loving feeling before he slowly enters me again, slowly watching as I focus on the movie and his sweet kisses.
He lasts almost the whole movie before letting out his seed, licking my neck, sinking his teeth into my neck, as I gasp. He continues to hold me, as he sucks, the noises he makes, while the wet sound of the sucking from my neck makes me weaker.
He finishes quickly, slicing his entire pointer finger, rubbing it over the wound on my neck. It itches for a brief moment, and the anticipated pain never happens.
"So, was there a particular lesson I should have picked up in this ridiculous movie you made me watch?" he kisses me.
Aside from the fact, you didn't even watch it, "I just wanted to know what you thought of it."
"Well first," he sighs, "It's completely unrealistic. This character Edward has a sick obsession with someone I am assumed to over obsessed with a human who has an irresistible smell. There's nothing to her character other than her nervous stuttering.
"It's silly although I do understand why silly humans would make this a number one recommended movie for renting. Having someone love you forever, without ever having to be alone with such dedication is appealing. It's just silly that when they he it seems he has no idea what he's doing."
"He's a virgin."
The vampire bursts out in thunderous laughter, "How old is he allegedly?"
"Like 100?"
"No. Vampires use seduction to kill half their prey in the beginning. Especially because he's so young—this movie…I feel bad for whatever teenage girl thinks they'll in a relationship like that."
My eyebrow raises, "Don't act like you didn't put on some romantic façade when you first met? I kind of thought we had that…."
"I was romantic because I found you to be the most beautiful and interesting," he says curtly, "I didn't ignore you for days, I came right up to you and introduced myself like a true gentleman would. I took you on dates to see if we could be compatible, and we were. Now say there was a vampire who wanted you—to drain you. I'm the King of this State. I have the authority to have that said vampire dead. If my wishes aren't met, I'm old enough to kill that vampire just as easily.
"It's not that hard my love. I would do anything for you and beyond. This woman—she made these vampires up in her mind with her imagination. Why would anybody expect something so…unreal? Not to mention, I feel that our relationship, though right now it's slightly on the rocky side, is so much more than theirs could ever be regardless of the shit they get themselves into."
Seeing his point, I run my finders through his blond hair as he rests on my chest. "I read all for books in a week," I sigh, "In the end they have a baby—"
"Though that is impossible, the notion of having children isn't so bad. I may be some asshole to everyone, but if I could have one thing, it would probably be a child of my own… a relationship is second best," he looks at me, "Forever doesn't always last, but, I could die knowing I had you."
