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Quitting the diner turned out to be easier than she thought it was going to be. Her boss wasn't surprised at all. He told her he had been expecting her to take off with Jerry for some time. He wished her well and told her she'd always have job if she ever needed it. Lyric was touched by his words and thanked it. It had only been a diner but everyone there had been close.
She called her parents next. She told them she was going back to France with Jerry for an extended period of time. They were thrilled. They hadn't met him yet but they liked that he took such good care of their daughter. Plans were made for them to meet him. They knew she was going to be gone for two months and they thought he was going be doing business there. A dinner date was set up for when they got back.
Next, Lyric packed a few bags then looked over all her things. It was hard for her to image that she wasn't coming back to that life. It was hard for her understand the choice she had made but when she looked at him, she knew it was right. Her heart remembered him, her memories were filled with him. Jerry was all she wanted in her life. He called her land lord and made her rent payment for three months. That was going to cover the two months they were gone and then an extra month to pack her things away.
Jerry had a tight grip on Lyric's hand as they drove back to his place in France. She was nervous, he could feel it. He was nervous and excited. She had brought with her the things that were most important, besides her clothes she had pictures, books, and a few odds and ends she loved. Her bigger things were going to be moved to a storage unit Jerry had rented for her. They were going to stay in France until she had control over herself then fly back to America.
When the car was parked, he took her hand again. He led her to his basement room. Lyric hadn't spoken much during the flight or the ride. He had given orders to his staff, telling them to take the next few weeks off. He gave them money to take trips because if she smelled any humans after her change, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going after them. Newborn vampires were unsteady and only their markers could control them.
Their first day back in France, Lyric spent outside in the garden and in town. Jerry had his steward go with her to drive her keep her safe. He had given her money and told her to do whatever she wanted on her last day. Lyric hated taking his money, it always made her uncomfortable but before they had left America, she had transferred everything she had to his bank account then he had added her name to it. So she was trying to convince herself that the money he was spending was actually what she had put into the account.
In the garden she was walked around, feeling the sun on her face and flowers at her fingertips. She studied the tomb, touching over the names. In town, she had lunch with his faithful Stewart, who knew what Jerry was. Then she wondered through the shops. In 30 to 40 years, Jerry had told her they would have to change their names and moved from her town. She was going to suggest they move to his home in France and she was going to take on the name of her first life. She was going to be Elizabetha again.
Their first night there found Lyric staring at herself in the mirror in his bathroom. He had put it back up for her. She swallowed hard and wondered if she was going to look any different once she was like him. She had asked Jerry for a few minutes. She was scared, nervous, and little excited. He was waiting in his bedroom, their room he had called it. She took a deep breath, ready to brace herself for the pain. She walked to the bathroom door and shut the light off. She opened the door and looked at him. He was sitting on the bed, waiting for her. She could see how excited he was, he was trying to hold it in for her. He stood up as she started towards him. He held his hand out and she let him led her to the bed. Lyric was wearing black yoga pants and a white wife beater. She laid down in the center of the bed with her heart in her throat. He laid over her and swept his hand over her hair.
" Are you ready, Love?" He asked softly.
" I'm scared." She whispered. He nodded. He knew it, it was written all over her face. She was carrying it in her body.
" I know. I wish there was something I could do to ease the pain and your fear." He admitted.
" How do we do this?" She asked.
" I'm going to bite into my wrist. I'm going to put it to your mouth and you will drink my blood. While you drink, I will bite into your neck. We will drink from each other until I pull my wrist away from you." He said. He could hardly believe this was happening. He had waited for hundreds of years for this moment, ever really believing it would ever happen and yet, here she was.
" Okay. I'm ready." Lyric said. She watched as he brought his wrist to his mouth. His eyes were locked on her face. She swallowed hard when he bit into himself. He brought his open wound to her mouth.
" Drink, Love." He whispered.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He moaned when she started to draw from him. His hips pushed into hers as he hardened up. He moved down to her neck. Before he could stop himself, he growled. The vampire in him was taking over, the man in him was filled with lust. He sank his fangs deep into her neck. She arched her back up and cried out in pain. He pressed his wrist into her mouth harder, forcing her drink more. He was more turned on then he ever had been. He wanted inside her all the ways possible. He started thrusting hard without thinking. He wanted her naked more then anything but knew he'd lose his mind if they were having sex as he turned her.
After a while, he felt her start to relax. She slowly started to sink into his bed. Jerry lifted his head from her neck then lightly licked her wounds. He pulled his wrist from her mouth and licked the wound closed there too. Her eyes were shut and she was taking slow, shallow breaths. He leaned back down to put his mouth close to her ear.
" It is starting now, Love. The pain will start soon but it won't last long, I promise. I will stay with you the entire time and will be here when you wake again." He whispered. He pulled away and looked at her face. Her eyes were shut and she was pale.
A few seconds went by before her breathing started to pick up. Her body tensed up next so Jerry moved to her side. It didn't take long before she was panting. Her eyes opened and her neck arched so her head was tilted back against the bed. She cried out and made a grab for his headboard. At the sight of her in pain, Jerry went completely soft. He moved to her again. He started stroking her face.
" Just breath, Lyric, just breath through it." He said quickly.
" It burns!" She cried out.
" That's the change. It's killing you." He said. He remembered his change well. His entire body felt like it was being cooked from the inside out. Lyric started to scream and cry. " Shhh, it's okay!" He tried to reassure her.
" It burns!" She screamed. She started turning her head from side to side as she broke out in a full body sweat. Lyric had never been in so much pain in her life. " Is this normal?" She started screaming over and over again. Her body was writhing with the pain.
" It's normal! It's okay! It will be over soon!" He repeated over and over again. Truth was, Jerry didn't know what was normal or not. He didn't know how long it would last. He had never turned anyone and when he turned, it had seemed like the pain lasted forever.
Her pain went on for a few more hours. She twisted and turned in the bed. She gripped the sheets, the headboard, his hands, his shoulders. Her breath was fast and she felt like her heart was going to explode. He stroked her hair and kissed her face and neck as she cried. He tried speaking softly to her but nothing soothed her. At the three hour, her body started to still. She twitched and her cries lessen. She closed her eyes, her face wet with sweat and tears. He pulled away and looked down at her. Her skin was completely pale. He brought his head to her chest to listen to her heart beat.
It was slowing down. He pulled away and looked at her face again. Slowly, slowly, slowly her chest rose then fell again. A pausing in between her breaths started. She drew in short, loud breaths, each pause getting longer and longer until her chest no longer moved. Jerry put his head to her again. Her heart was completely silent. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
Gently Jerry cleaned her face and neck. He wiped away the sweat that had settled on her skin. He tried hard not to look at her face much. Her lips were turning blue and her skin was getting colder and colder. This was part of the process, he was sure of it. He pulled his sheet and blanket over her then slipped out of the bed to watch over her.
' This is what I have always wanted.' He kept telling himself as he paced through his room. ' We will be together forever. This is going to work.'
For seven hours there was nothing from her. No movement. No heartbeat. Nothing. He had listened to her chest, he felt around her neck. Nothing. This was the part he wasn't sure about. He didn't know how long she would be dead. By the eight hour he was pacing again, sure something had gone wrong. Maybe she hadn't drink enough of his blood. Maybe she hadn't really drank any at all. By the end of the ninth hour, he slipped down onto his bed, his back to her. He leaned forward and had his head in his hands. His eyes were closed and his heart was breaking. He was sure she was dead and not coming back.
Then, she drew a loud, hard breath.
Lyric's eyes snapped open as a hunger raged through her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Fangs descended quickly and she was growling when his face appeared over her. He was smiling and speaking to her but she couldn't understand a thing coming out of his mouth. All she knew was hunger and hunger alone. She reached up with lightening speed and grabbed him.
Jerry let Lyric yanked him down to bed. She climbed on top of him. She put one hand on the top of his head and the other on his shoulder. She yanked his head to side and drove her fangs home into his neck. Jerry's hands came to rest on her hips as she growled and drank from him. He was grinning with his eyes closed. It had worked. She was a vampire and his forever, finally. The harder she started drawing from his vein the more turned on he was getting. She was vicious, drinking fast and hard.