1800s
"I hate you!" Bella said as she hissed at her mate. He was holding her up by her slender arms and had her pressed against the wall, leaving her feet dangling.
"If you really hate me then burn me alive." Alistair whispered to her as he nuzzled her neck. In response Bella thrust her knee into his stomach. He was expecting it and had his abs already clenched. Her hit only barely hurt.
"You burned my favorite book." Bella growled at him. "Just like you burned my favorite college and my dwellings."
"You're still mad about that?" Alistair said before he started nipping at her neck, making Bella moan. "That was more than a century ago." He whispered. Bella clenched her teeth remembering the fight that caused him to set fire to the college on her old territory that she usually stole her books from. Once it was gone she had no reason to stay there anymore.
Now they were nomads simply due to the fact that every decade Alistair liked changing a human then hunting them down only to kill them. Bella enjoyed the game too. She often pretended to have finished changing just before their prey did, then spun a story about how Alistair had promised to hunt them down and that they were better off working together rather than splitting up. It was a sick pleasure that she and her mate liked.
Their relationship was in a constant cycle of teasing, arguing, fighting, and then making up. It was unconventional, but Bella had never had as much fun in her long existence then when she was with him.
He indulged her strange behaviors and she begrudgingly loved him back.
2 out of 5 exams completed!
Next chapter… Jasper!