"A human bond? One so powerful I am again taking it out on the innocent? This cannot be. It will never be. Yet the pull is undeniable. It is one
stronger than Aiden, almost as strong as Annabelle. No. Annabelle is gone, and she will never have that kind of power over me again. Will she?"
My chaotic thoughts are running wild as I walk the streets of Manhattan by myself. This very night, I actually killed a man. I have never felt something like this,
spiraling so out of control all because I cannot get that damn human out of my system. I know I need to put an end to this. I have to talk with Carter tomorrow
at school, make him understand that whatever we have would never work unless he had a death wish. I could just leave and never return, move to another
town and put this boy behind me. Yet who am I kidding? The need for him is just too strong. My lust for him is something I cannot deny, something I haven't
felt for another in almost two decades.
Aiden was too young, too precious. I consider him to be my first. He was the first person I had ever been fully willing to give my whole self to. Our connection
felt real, alive, something I hadn't truly felt ever since I had been turned into a vampire. Despite my constant inner battle to have my full way with him very
early on in our relationship, I held back knowing he was a single parent to a young child his then recently diseased wife bore to him. I also wanted to be in
control to prove to myself that my passion for him was much more than just blood and sex. The love we had for one another was mutual, even after he
discovered what I was. I loved him deeply, yet my desires quickly became something I couldn't ignore. I needed him, and he needed me too. The first time we
made love was also the first time I fed upon him. He offered his blood to me willingly in the heat of the moment. And in that moment our love became
something deadly, Aiden paying the ultimate price as my dark desire for him won in the end. When sex and blood come from someone an immortal feels a deep
connection to, it can put the vampire into a frenzy of sorts. Your senses go into overdrive, awakening the beast to completely take over. Although another
vampire could equally partake in the endeavor and thoroughly enjoy it, a human would be lucky if they even survived the night.
I thought my first time with Aiden would be rawly beautiful. And it was. I can still remember the feeling of his skin upon mine, our moans of pleasure filling my
bedroom as we explored one another's bodies with tender earnest. It began as an intimate song, once mixed with his blood creating a euphoric symphony. It
truly was everything I had hoped my first time with a man would be like, until it turned into the complete opposite. I sincerely believed Aiden was the one, the
love of my life that I was planning to claim as my human bond that night. Yet I couldn't even control myself enough to keep him alive for that moment to
become a reality. When he died, the only thing keeping me off the edge was his four year old daughter Fey. I knew however I could not raise a human girl, the
very girl of the father I killed in blind lust. I went on a downwards spiral for a few years. I indulged in the hunt practically every night, becoming the monster I
had seen myself to be. I was blocking out the indescribable guilt for I knew that if I faced Aiden's death with a soul, I would have sent a stake into my own
heart.
It may come as a shock that Evelyn was the one who brought me back. She knew all too well the feeling of pain. She had lost herself a long time ago to it. But
no matter how deep either of us went into darkness, no matter what tried to rift the two of us apart, I never could leave her side and neither could she leave
mine. Although Evelyn appears to be completely closed off to her emotions, I have seen that she is just a girl who desperately craves what has lacked the most
in her life, love. As an immortal, she learned to find it in the wrong places. She found it in lust, in draining away the lives of those she felt deserving of it with no
remorse, in everything that made her a vampire. Annabelle wanted this for me too, yet she also wanted me to find it within our bond. As a sired newborn I
needed to take blood from her regularly to keep my lusts in check, something I resisted until it was no longer an option. Yet what I couldn't escape from
anymore was the harsh reality that I had to start becoming more adaptable to my new life, which meant my new appetite. After my incident at the pub, I saw
that humans would be at even greater risk if I didn't feed. My lust for blood became something I couldn't ignore as well as the other lust Annabelle had awoke
within me. Once I was sired she began to take this very well to her advantage, making me question if who I once was truly was gone forever.
WARNING: Mature Content
March 20, 1953
"Liza...
Come to me..."
I was in my bedroom, my enhanced hearing picking up both the sounds of eerie cello music playing and moaning coming from outside of the doorway. I finally
departed from my bed as I subconsciously heard Annabelle calling out to me. I opened my door to go into the hallway, only to find myself alone. Yet I could
smell something coming from Annabelle's room diagonal from mine down the hall. It was a scent that was one of the most powerful things I had ever come
across. I could now vividly hear a mixture of heavy breaths and moans coming from an unknown female source. The noises were not hidden, very evident what
was occurring inside my sire's bedroom. I began to inch forward to make my way closer to the voice, the sounds being made only escalating in volume.
Suddenly I heard a loud outcry of pleasure come from the woman. She was still audible after as her harsh breaths turn into vocal shuddered pants. I was about
to head back into safety, until another scent soon hit my nose. I turned my head back as my ears became filled by a fierce growl coming from Annabelle
followed by a now pained cry from the other female presence in the room. And then I smell it; human blood, potent, fresh. I could hear the human's heartbeat
racing. I heard my sire who was now the one moaning, sensing her urgency as she fed from her prey. I heard everything, now the other woman calling out in a
desperate muffled sob. The smell of blood, fear and sexual desire was too much to walk away from as I took steps closer to the door. I halt as I arrived,
beginning to hesitantly bring my hand towards the handle.
"Come in young one." I heard Annabelle speak again in my thoughts, obviously sensing me and my curiosity outside the door. I slowly entered her room,
watching the graphic scene before me. Annabelle was completely bare, on top of another unclothed woman tied to her bed as she was hungrily drinking from her
neck. I could tell she was trying to hold herself back from finishing what she started with the human before I entered the room, her body slowly moving along
the woman's a few times with a soft moan. The woman's hands were trembling at her restraints, her frantic eyes on mine. I could tell she was trying to stifle
back a response out of both deep fear and the intense pleasure Annabelle had built up within her from her administrations upon her body.
Annabelle had told me for a vampire sex was not only for physical pleasure, but made feeding an even more out of world experience. The
sensation of your bodies becoming one, warming you from the inside out as you are fully intertwined while you feed. The blood combined with
their touch engulfs every sense you carry, completely taking over your sense of sanity. For a human, being fed from could become their ultimate
heaven or their utter hell. Our kind carries endorphins that brings an intense pleasure from our bite if decided to be released. If we become too
hasty or want to make our victims suffer, it is very easily forgotten. It truly all depends on the vampire's intent. However during sexual
intercourse when both desire and emotions are already running high, it could end up going either way.
My sire said that every encounter would be different, yet all of them gave her a taste of satisfaction in one way or another. For her routinely
feeding both her physical and carnal appetite was as normal for her as breathing was for a human. Humans were a full course meal she loved to
savor, particularly women as her sexuality hadn't been kept much of a secret for long before she had even turned me. It was never a secret to
me that Annabelle was known to be a very experienced woman herself. She shared that she had seen many things in her lifetime, which I knew
included many meaningless nights of fucking humans before she used their bodies to feed her true hunger. I also knew she had not only found
satisfaction in fulfilling her sexual needs with her prey, but also with those of her own kind. Vampire sex was an entirely different experience in
itself, said to be a thrill of passion that most immortals cannot turn away from.
Annabelle could have lured any woman or man, human or vampire, into her bed. But the truth of the matter was there was solely one person
she desired to have there. Even after I became sired to Annabelle, one of persistence in having me become her devoted lover, I still retained my
virginity. I knew however she was more than ready to rip me away completely of my virgin blood. And after becoming an immortal myself there
was apart of me that was almost ready to give it to her.
My eyes started to glow red as they were locked upon the woman's rapid pulse, my fangs descending from my gums. How badly I wanted to indulge in
Annabelle's meal, maybe even have her finally indulge on me as she saw fit. "Come join me." My sire's words seeped in my mind yet they didn't immediately
register. I look to her as she is no longer at the human's neck, but sitting upright beside the tied woman on the bed as she watched me with a transfixed
crimson gaze. Her eyes were not black as mine usually were during a feeding, I only being a newborn at the time. Yet I knew however that my maker was not
your normal vampire, her control far more exceptional than most. She was one who had indulged in the hunt for a long time, longer than any other in existence.
A vampire when feeding becomes predatorial to the highest degree. Yet the elder vampire does not appear to be bothered by my close proximity to her and her
prey. There was something about her that reeled me in, forgetting of the battle within myself. I now only wanted to immerse myself in the human's life source.
I sat on the bed eyeing my flawlessly beautiful sire then at the woman beside me, staring back at me with tears in her eyes as she whimpered out. My gaze
wandered down her body, the blood pulsing within every part so fluidly. I noticed the wetness on her inner thighs soaking the bed beneath her. I now saw what
Annabelle had done to make this human so worked up before she fed on her. It made me internally shiver at the thought of Annabelle doing that to another
woman, being the very cause of such pleasure. I feel myself growing wet at the very sight and thought.
My eyes trailed back up to meet the human's neck again. I put out my hand to touch the deep bite mark Annabelle made there, soaked in blood. I knew right
away my sire hadn't used her endorphins on this one, for the woman's initial screams of pain told me enough. She winces as I now run a couple fingers along
the wound. What I did next caused her heart to almost beat out of her chest, eyes wide in terror. I put one finger to my mouth, licking off her blood. My body
responded immediately to the taste, letting out a faint moan as I licked the other one clean. I could taste the fearful adrenaline, making the hunger come rapidly
to the surface. I eyed Annabelle who was watching me, a seductive look in her eye knowing she wanted to devour me, not the woman chained to her bed. Yet at
this point, she would take what she could get, and that was me giving into the blood lust I have been trying to suppress. I now eyed the human with intense
desire, her blood warmly filling my nose I could almost taste it. However, I somehow resisted, knowing this meal was not mine to take. "Go ahead." I eyed
Annabelle in confusion, yet never took myself away from the body. The woman is now hyperventilating, not holding back as her tears were coming down like
rainfall. Annabelle went to lie back next to the woman. She nuzzled into her, licking up her frightened pulse before grazing her fangs back downward against the
skin. She covers the human's mouth to quiet the her cries. "There's still plenty to share Liza, and I wouldn't share with anyone else." Annabelle's lips
never moved to speak nor left their position upon the woman. I go to lay down, getting closer towards my target as I wrapped an arm around her waist. I let my
tongue dart out, repeating my sire's actions as I licked up her neck with a light hissed breath. The victim tried to scream out for help, but the other vampire's
pressure only became harder on her mouth, shushing her panic against her neck. "There's no use in screaming darling. Soon you won't feel a thing." Annabelle
said to the woman before finally sinking her fangs back into her flesh. The human cried out in agony as she felt the pain yet again. She yelled through
Annabelle's hand, begging for the pain to stop. Her pain and fear became too much for my senses. I bared my mouth to bury my fangs deeply into the right side
of her neck. Feeding on human blood was amazing, but sharing blood with my sire was an entirely new experience that I could not even process clearly. I feel
Annabelle's hand ruffle through my hair, both of us hooking a leg into the victim as we mercilessly fed from each side of her. I tried to get closer to her body,
reeling in her warmth of her naked skin as her blood consumed me into complete ecstasy. The human struggled at first, her adrenaline making her taste even
better. I hated myself for it, but as a newly turned vampire, the struggle was something my instincts reveled in. My body craved the rush and I never could have
enough. The struggle soon ceased, the body quickly losing life. Even so I kept drinking, not daring to stop. I now sensed that I was the only one feeding as I no
longer felt Annabelle's hand upon me, smelling cigarette smoke in the air while I savored every last drop of her prey. The woman's body was cold now, feeling
her life had faded away a few seconds ago.
"Dinner's over dear." Right after Annabelle spoke I pulled my teeth out of the human's neck, my body rising from the bed in a sudden jolt. My eyes rolled
back as the blood was still potent in my mouth, low growl emerging from deep within as I lick my lips impulsively. Annabelle was watching me with amusement
as she took one final drag of her cigarette before setting it into her ashtray on her bedside table, only to crawl over the woman's dead body. She neared close,
one hand grabbing the back of my head so my face was only inches from hers. "And since I shared so nicely, care being my dessert?" With this unspoken
thought Annabelle pushed her smoke scented lips to mine. She opened my mouth softly with her tongue, tasting the crimson liquid that still lingered inside. I
blindly respond as my tongue met hers, my hunger still very much alive.
"What has this woman done to me?"
I didn't have time to process this as she guides me back down on the bed, now on top of me as we continue to taste one another. I felt the hardness of her
breasts through my clothing as she begins to move along me lightly. Combining with the taste of blood as our tongues were intimately entangled together, it
made me ache with need. I let out a breathless moan into Annabelle's mouth. Right after it left from my lips she pulled away to look me deep in the eyes. I
couldn't break out of her hypnotizing gaze, not that I wanted to. The blood was still very much affecting my mind, letting the beast take the reigns. I could also
see the hunger in Annabelle's eyes. It was now not for blood, but something she had wanted for awhile now. She began to speak again in my thoughts. "That
woman was delicious, even more delectable in bed. Yet she wasn't the one on my mind. Do you know what I wish to do to you?" Suddenly one of
her hands snaked down my body to rub me against my nightgown. I gasp at her hand's torturous movements, her head inching closer. "I want to make you
writhe in pleasure. I want to be the very reason you cum just as the woman we just feasted upon. Yet this time my dear, I'll finish the deed with
no interruptions."She tried to kiss me again yet I turn my head away. "Ev..." Annabelle cut me off immediately, sushing me as with her free hand she
returned my head back to face her."Then we'll just have to keep quiet won't we?" She whispered aloud. And with this she crashed her lips back to mine, wasting
no time to play house inside my mouth. I become completely out of my mind as Annabelle returned right back to rubbing her hand along my clothed center, my
tongue moving along hers with just as much enthusiasm. She rubbed me even harder now, making our ministrations in each other's mouths even more urgent.
A guttural growl escaped from my throat. Annabelle chuckled as she inched away from my lips. "Or not." She showed no hesitation as she dove right back in. I
tried to keep myself quiet; yet I had to force myself to swallow a loud moan of surprise as Annabelle's hand now traveled beneath my nightgown. Her hand went
up slightly only to come back downward, her teasing fingers making their way inside my undergarments. I was getting too lost to her touch to stop her, lost in
our bond, lost in the lingering...intoxicating taste of blood.
"Blood..."
It then hits me. Before she could reach her final destination I immediately break from Annabelle's grasp, pushing her off of me. I sat up to look down at the
woman dead on the bed in terror. The blood, her blood, still lingered in my mouth. It teased my inner being and the battle that ever so raged within. And the
worst part was that I was enjoying it. "What did you do to me..." I inched backwards towards the foot of the bed away from Annabelle, my voice now only a
whisper. Annabelle's expression was far from comforting, she crawled towards me again showing no emotion, completely detached. "I have given you a new life
Liza, one of endless possibilities and pleasure. No one can tell you who to be. This is what it is to be a vampire. You feed, you lust, in return giving you a
pleasure worth killing for. In time you will learn to love this life, far better than your old one." She tried to get me to lie back down, pulling my hair aside to send
kisses up along my neck. Yet I shook my head vigorously, turning her over to pin her to the bed. I let out a growl of frustration at Annabelle as I bared my fangs
at her, only for her in an instant to flip me over with a stone grip. She snarled back in warning. Her eyes were pitch black as her fangs were venomously on full
display, a true demon of the night. My face suddenly faded into fear as she gripped me firmly, her once calm voice turning deadly. "Try and fight it all you want,
but this is what you are now. And forget not. I am your sire, so I wouldn't dare to disrespect me again. Understood?"
As I come back to reality multiple whispers begin to surround my thoughts in the crisp autumn air, my name being hissed in echoed repetition. I whirl myself
around as a distant yet familiar voice enters my conscience, one that sent an immediate chill down my spine.
"So the beast has finally awoken. I always knew of the power you would yield, my dear Liza..."
I become still, not daring to move as I hear my sire in my thoughts, maybe closer than I think. "How did you..." I start yet I hear her darkly chuckle
"I can always reach you young one...no matter where you are. As long as you're thinking of me that is..."
This is not the first time recently that I have heard voices in my head, now determining the main source. I've always been anxious knowing my sire has this
special form of entry inside my head. Now my mind is reeling. Is she here? Does she have knowledge of the trouble I've found myself in? And the worst of it was
this would be an extremely dangerous situation for Carter if she discovered of the boy. "I do not wish to play games Annabelle. Where are you?" I speak softly.
"Where I am is an uncertainty you'll just have to live with until the time has come. But make no mistake, soon will come the day we will be one
again. Until then, I will wait patiently for the fatal hour..."
Annabelle's voice disappears, my thoughts at an immediate halt as I hear a growl in the distance. My head snaps directly towards the noise as my eyes change
to a glowing crimson. I crouch down on high alert as sense this noise as an unfamiliar one. "Show yourself..." I whisper. With a leap I launch myself onto the
three story apartment rooftop in front of me, getting a better view and showing less vulnerability. I smell the air, immediately registering. "Mutt..." Suddenly the
wind gets knocked right out of me. I feel myself being thrown right off the roof, something heavy moving along with me. A roar of anger rages through whatever
was attacking me. I land hard on the ground. I look up only to find a huge grey wolf above me, ready for the kill.