Thanks for the wonderful reviews thus far! They are much appreciated. Here's more. This one takes place a few months before the first one that is called "Joined". The drabbles won't always go in order so fair warning lol-
Turned
It was soon to be Sage's third and thirtieth birthday. She had already told him what she desired most– an eternity with him, to forever be at his side; never to be parted.
The decision to turn her was not one made lightly. He had always believed that being a vampire was a curse, an abomination, a sin.
However, he would give her the wish of her still beating heart.
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He beckoned her to come to him that night. He slipped a dark, silken cloth over her eyes and led her to the riverbank. She removed the blindfold and saw that he had earlier spread out a blanket upon the sand. On it sat two crystal goblets, filled to the brim with the finest port.
She was highly pleased with the care he had shown her on her birthday. No one had ever bothered to celebrate the occasion with her before.
Her incandescent blue eyes danced in the darkness as he told her what her true gift was.
He began to kiss her, lightly suckling on her wrists but not breaking the skin.
He bade her to undress slowly. "Savor your last moments of mortality".
He watched as she slid her gown down her slender shoulders until it finally pooled at her feet. He smiled. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He brought her down to the blanket and gathered her into his strong arms.
He began to kiss up her body, gently teasing the skin with his teeth but never drawing blood. He took his time. She begged him to join their bodies as one.
He never could deny her a thing.
He slid inside of her and her legs knotted around his waist. They rocked together.
Still buried inside of her, he gazed at her with passion in his stormy eyes.
He lightly swept her tangled red curls from her shoulders. Veins became pronounced under his eyes and she traced them for a moment before he lowered his head. He thought her brave, to trust him so, and he was proud of her. She was fearless.
She seemed to enjoy the sensation of his teeth puncturing the column of her throat. She moaned and her legs trembled as he drank from her. Her fingers dug deeply into his hindquarters.
He eventually withdrew his fangs from her neck. He quickly used them to rip into the flesh of his wrist. He pressed the dripping wound to her mouth. She supped greedily on the warm nectar.
Her eyelids soon sagged. She drifted into a peaceful slumber.
He pressed a kiss to her face. He felt her breath leave her body as he held her close.
He knew that when she awoke again, she would no longer be mortal, but that she would be his, always.