She was a vampire, a beast known for killing human beings by drinking their blood. Mmm blood, just thinking about the intoxicating taste made her wet. Stories from her childhood and endless movies about the fictional creatures added to the intrigue and mystique.
No one would ever believe a monster that lived to drink blood could ever exist. It was folklore that survived through the ages, but she proved that those like her were real and they roamed the earth for centuries under the guise of mysticism and children's tales.
Time seemed to stand still as an immortal. It no longer mattered; it had no bearing on anything in her life. She was free of it and from any kind of limitation.
Being the only child of a wealthy financier bought her freedom, but the way she felt now was exhilarating. She was acutely aware of everything, there were no bounds, nothing she needed to fear, nothing she couldn't have, nothing she wouldn't' do to get what she wanted.
Elizabeth followed him closely as they entered the two-story penthouse. It clearly depicted the masculinity of the man who lived there. She stood next to a cherry wood credenza and watched him go about his business as if she weren't even in the room. The two men who accompanied them dutifully stalked into the spacious living area and then escaped upstairs.
Jason paused in front of a small refrigerated container behind the bar and drew out a bottle. He twisted the sealed cap and tilted his head back allowing the liquid to skim his moist tongue and glide down his throat. He turned to her after finishing his drink.
"Are you afraid?" he questioned with a husky voice then licked his lips.
Brushing her hair back and taking a tentative step forward she responded, "Should I be?"
He offered her a small smile. For the first time that night Jason took a long hard look at the woman he sired. Beautiful wouldn't come close to accurately describing the enchantress. His gaze lingered longer than he anticipated, but he truly couldn't help himself.
He was enthralled by her; not only of her beauty, but the appeal that she now belonged to him. She would forever be apart of him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" A quirk of a smile caressed her mouth.
She caught him staring, but instead of it making him feel awkward or embarrassed he became aroused. This woman had an effect on him he didn't quite understand. He wasn't a novice, he had sired many but she was different somehow. The pull inside the pit of his belly to go to her and be with her emerged the instant he embraced her. The taste of her blood compelled him to not resist the unexplainable craving that surged within him.
"What's your name?"
Her cold fingers tweaked the chiffon material of her dress while her devil red colored toes curled when she looked at him. It was almost as if he could see right through her. She felt sensual under his intense scrutiny, like an electrified attraction burning inside her.
She came to him standing a few inches away.
"Elizabeth," she whispered.
Angling his head towards hers he replied, "You need to rest. Your body has endured a great deal tonight," he shimmied out of his leather jacket and flung it onto the sofa, "and it needs to rest. There will be residual effects of the embrace."
Unable to stay away, she crept behind him when he reached for another bottle to quench his thirst. "I'm not tired."
She was flirting with him and he enjoyed it way too much. He responded with a playful smile. If he chose to listen to what his body wanted, he would have picked her up, slammed her on top of the bar and taken her into his mouth. The desire was strong, but not stronger than logic.
"You can use the first room on the left," he said pointing to the top of the stairs. "If you need anything just ask." Ignoring her previous comment, he took a swig of the red elixir and headed towards to the second floor.
"Wait," she protested, shifting nervously in her stilettos. "Why did you save me?"
His movement ceased. "Because you asked." Turning slightly he peered at her questioning eyes. She didn't understand. "In the car you…your eyes," he cast his own downward and then released a lung full of air before he continued "you didn't want to die and besides none of this was your doing."
Jason couldn't bring himself to look at her. It had been over a century since his last embrace and he promised himself to never inflict the vampire life on anyone, like it had been done to him. He didn't realize she had moved closer until a charge rushed up his mammoth biceps when she touched him.
"You made me into a monster."
Her words broke the spell she had over him. He turned around so quickly her small hand stalled in the air. He wrapped his left palm around her tiny wrist and hissed, "If I didn't you would be floating in the river. Is that what you wanted?" The arctic blue cover of his eyes turned violent.
"I…y-your hurting me," she cried, but it didn't deter him. She swallowed the fear he evoked and asked, "What am I supposed to do now? What kind of life do I have?"
His grip tightened while his other hand entangled itself in her hair.
"It's A life," he screamed. "Better than death don't you think honey?"
He tried so hard to control it or at least keep it at bay until he was able to be alone and away from her, but the battle to stifle the need was lost. She was everywhere, draped over him like skin, coursing through his blood and invading his mind. He could smell her and taste her. The more he fought the hunger the more it intensified.
Her flesh was initially cool to the touch, but as the heat in him blazed she burned. The deep ocean blue hue of her eyes darkened to an unknown shade and her blood boiled.
"What do you want from me?" she hummed giving into a feeling she couldn't describe.
Jason glared at her once last time and watched the evolution take place. This is how it would be for the rest of their existence. She arched her head backward knowing what he wanted, calling to him and giving permission. With the force of a true beast, Jason crashed his protruding fangs deep into her sweet flesh.
His hips rubbed against hers as he drank. Elizabeth moaned at the touchl of his heated lips and the sucking sound of her blood filling his mouth. Her arms fell loosely by her side; she was losing all semblance of control as they began to drift upward toward the ceiling. She felt airy and light like a mist. He growled when she reciprocated the movement of his hips and ground herself into his arousal.
"Please stop." Her breathy plea only stirred him on to drink more, take more from her until she gave into him.
Unwittingly she arched her body pressing harder against him. "Ja-Jason…please," she beseeched hoping he would hear her. He mumbled something and released her flesh mesmerized by the thick liquid that continued to flow. She was weak, her body crumbled in his arms and nearly fell to the floor, but he caught her in time. Slowly they descended back down and when his boots clunked on the hardwood floor he loosened his hold slightly.
He scolded himself for what he had done. She was already weak from the initial embrace but taking from her again could have easily killed her. He knew all of this and it didn't stop him. His need to have her clobbered his common sense. She stirred in his arms but her eyes remained shut. The deep gash by her throat healed instantly leaving only soft, creamy unblemished skin.
Jason cupped his arm behind her knees and raised her. He padded upstairs and stalled at the room where she would call her own. Nudging the handle with his hips, he pushed the door open. He looked at her weakened form resting in his arms and sighed. Damn she was beautiful. Her skin glowed under the light of the moon filtering into the room.
He reached the expansive bed and deposited her. She lay atop the rich burgundy comforter completely unaware of anything and anyone. She looked at peace and her innocence tugged at his heart. He made a silent promise to never leave her or abandon her. Elizabeth was his responsibility and she would never want for anything.
He paced frantically around his apartment for several hours waiting for news on Elizabeth. Whoever sired her would pay dearly and so would the clan. A thick vein just below the surface of his right temple pulsed against the petrified skin.
His serrated canines hadn't retreated since he first learned of his Elizabeth's fate. Lorenzo ached to hold her, feel her softness and sample the sweet flavor of her womanhood.
It was planned since the night he met her. On New Years Eve, Lorenzo was to make her his; to bring her into the fold of the Ventru clan. She would rule the city beside him as his lover, partner and confidant. Elizabeth was the fire in him that glowed with each breath. She brought passion and love into his barren existence. She compelled him to not only live but thrive within the confines of the human world.
Thunderous footsteps dragged Lorenzo out of his melancholy thoughts. He relinquished his blanked stare over the snow-capped cityscape and spoke. "What have you learned?"
Randolph his loyal advisor and longtime friend paused in front of Lorenzo. "She's at Harborview with Morgan."
The vampire whirled around and lurched forward standing inches away from his friend, flexing his fangs. "She's Gangrel? That bastard made her into one of them?" His voice echoed throughout the palatial apartment like a howling savage. The reverberation of his rumbling tenor shook the furnishings causing a few to crack.
His loyal subject feared the panting creature that hovered before him. He had witnessed many of Lorenzo's rages over four centuries, but never had he seen him this manic and vicious. The older man clenched his jaw gnawing at his own flesh forcing blood to rain on the plush carpeting. His soulful aqua blue eyes glowed into a morbid shade of midnight.
"You find her," he wailed, "and bring her to me. I will handle Morgan once and for all. Those rabid dogs he calls a clan will never have my Elizabeth." Huffing burning air and blood into Randolph's frightened face Lorenzo seethed. "GO!" he roared and his associate scurried away without a backward glance.
Mumbling incomprehensively to himself, Lorenzo returned his attention to the large window overlooking the city. Closing his blazing orbs, he concentrated on her. Her scent still lingered all over him and he focused all of his senses on her, trying to reach her, form a telepathic connection. He needed to know she was ok; he needed to hear her melodic voice sing to him.
With each passing second Lorenzo calmed the ferocious animal within him. He conquered the quakes of fury bleeding through his skin. He forced every muscle in his body to relax, releasing the tension that gripped him. His consciousness detached floating away in search of the one who always eased his burdens.
Through the chaotic streets of a civilized city he roamed. The biting coldness in the air soothed the blazing inferno that brewed underneath the surface. He could feel her; hear the slow rhythmic thump of her heart. She was close.
She breezed through the air like an eagle eyeing the world below. Her body drifted in the night sky and she felt alive. Bliss couldn't feel this free. Gliding in between the skyscrapers she heard a distant voice call out to her. It was familiar in its timbre and she was drawn to it. She edged closer as the tone grew louder. It rang in her ears like a broken record, but she was more intrigued than afraid.
Her body rose from the bed and hovered as she dreamt. A sensual warmth radiated through her icy flesh. He was here with her. She could feel his heat envelope her weary body. Her love found her and was calling out to her, begging her to answer.
As if a bolt of lightening crashed from the heavens, her midnight eyes shot open. She needed to answer him, let him know she heard him. With a glint of a smile lifting the corners of her mouth she quietly pleaded, "Lorenzo, I'm here."