Chapter 10
Years passed while D and Inga lived in that small town in the mountains. Every so often D and/or Inga would be gone for a little for a job. Neither aged in body, nor neither did their love for one another. The mansion was restored, and the two hunters were happy, very happy.
One night, after they had showed their passions for one another, Inga wanted to talk. D sat up and Inga fell gracefully into his arms. He held her close as her head listened to the beating of his heart.
"D, can I ask you to make a promise?"
D said nothing, but Inga knew he was listening and was ready. After living with him for all those years, she learned all his habits.
"If.if I ever become a vampire, will you promise to kill me?"
D tensed and squeezed her slightly. He did not want to think of that. He did not want any form of the idea to cross his mind. The thought of losing her was too frightening and unbearable.
"I know you don't want to talk about it, but I would never be able to live as the thing you hate most. I'd kill myself instead, but I want to know that you'll still love me and if you must kill me, it would not be with hate."
"You're not going to become a vampire," D replied, not wanting to even think about it.
Inga began to cry, and she pleaded, "Please don't be angry. I just don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be a vampire, I really don't, but it's been on my mind for a while and I need to know if you'll stop me from killing the humans we are trying to protect."
"You won't become a vampire," D repeated stubbornly.
"I don't want you to go through it," Inga pleaded for the final time and squeezed him slightly. "Please."
She began crying to hard that she could not speak. She almost expected him to push her away. The silence of the house surrounded her, but she waited, ready to accept even the worse.
"I will only promise you this if you'll do the same for me," D said quietly, not letting Inga escape from the strong embrace of his arms.
Inga composed herself enough to look up at him and reply, "I promise."
D held her tight and lowered his head. Inga put her arms around his waist and held him back. She knew that he did not want to think about that, but she had to do this. She had to know. The feeling that something would happen was gnawing at her.
D loosened his grip and gently lifted her chin. He gazed into the violet eyes that he adored and loved with all his soul, then kissed her, long and with love.
Years passed while D and Inga lived in that small town in the mountains. Every so often D and/or Inga would be gone for a little for a job. Neither aged in body, nor neither did their love for one another. The mansion was restored, and the two hunters were happy, very happy.
One night, after they had showed their passions for one another, Inga wanted to talk. D sat up and Inga fell gracefully into his arms. He held her close as her head listened to the beating of his heart.
"D, can I ask you to make a promise?"
D said nothing, but Inga knew he was listening and was ready. After living with him for all those years, she learned all his habits.
"If.if I ever become a vampire, will you promise to kill me?"
D tensed and squeezed her slightly. He did not want to think of that. He did not want any form of the idea to cross his mind. The thought of losing her was too frightening and unbearable.
"I know you don't want to talk about it, but I would never be able to live as the thing you hate most. I'd kill myself instead, but I want to know that you'll still love me and if you must kill me, it would not be with hate."
"You're not going to become a vampire," D replied, not wanting to even think about it.
Inga began to cry, and she pleaded, "Please don't be angry. I just don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be a vampire, I really don't, but it's been on my mind for a while and I need to know if you'll stop me from killing the humans we are trying to protect."
"You won't become a vampire," D repeated stubbornly.
"I don't want you to go through it," Inga pleaded for the final time and squeezed him slightly. "Please."
She began crying to hard that she could not speak. She almost expected him to push her away. The silence of the house surrounded her, but she waited, ready to accept even the worse.
"I will only promise you this if you'll do the same for me," D said quietly, not letting Inga escape from the strong embrace of his arms.
Inga composed herself enough to look up at him and reply, "I promise."
D held her tight and lowered his head. Inga put her arms around his waist and held him back. She knew that he did not want to think about that, but she had to do this. She had to know. The feeling that something would happen was gnawing at her.
D loosened his grip and gently lifted her chin. He gazed into the violet eyes that he adored and loved with all his soul, then kissed her, long and with love.
