It was hard to distillate at the task at hand when all I could think about was L. I had felt like I was hallucinating, we was going to give me everything I had ever wanted, everything I ached for and all I had to do was wait out the month. I had finally felt like my devotion to him was paying off. I loved him and I wanted to be able to tell him that.
I dipped the quill into the small ink pot and I let the excess drip of the tip before placing it against the parchment. L had taught me French a couple of years ago and I had become quite fluent in it. Vampires were not a secret, every single country knew of their existence so I wouldn't have to hide what I needed to tell his nephew in a concealed message.
My hand started to move across the scroll of parchment in an easy flow
ChèreNate
Je vous écris pour vous demander votre aide. Il ya eu un massacre à la race des vampires ici à Winchester au cours des derniers jours et je suis en espérant que peut-être vous avez entendu parler de ceci ou peut offrir une certaine assistance à qui a cruellement fait ces exécutions absurdes, je dois mes propres théories, mais je ne peuvent pas les exprimer encore. S'il vous plaît, si vous n'avez aucune information, même si elle n'est que spéculation sur les responsables de la disparition ou en nature à écrire moi ou comme toujours, vous êtes invités à visiter, Cordialement. L
I read it out loud in English to myself to make sure that it had sounded like my L
"Dearest Nate, I am writing to you to ask for your assistance. There has been a massacre to the vampire race here in Winchester over the last few days and I am hoping that perhaps you have heard about this or can offer some assistance to who has cruelly done these senseless executions, I do have my own theories but I cannot express them as yet. Please, if you do have any information even if it is just speculation about those responsible for the demise of our kind write me back or as always you are welcome to visit, Sincerely. L"
I allowed the ink to dry and pulled out a paper envelope that had turned a slight brown color after succumbing to many years without use, L's seal, a black candle and a packet of matches from the drawer. I wrote the address carefully onto the envelope and set aside to dry. I folded the parchment in half and carefully side it into the confines of the envelope. I turned it over so the writing faced the table. I lit the candle and melted wax onto the back flap; I quickly pressed in the seal, an Old English font L and blew out the candle. Once I was sure the wax had set I turned it back over and left it on the desk where I would be able to find it in the morning.
I got up out of the chair and made my way up to my room where I would retire for the night. L would be back before dawn and he would fix himself the blood that he had stored in the cellar in large wooden barrels and would hopefully sleep at least for a short time. I was persistently concerned about him and I worried if he was truly alright. I knew he couldn't become ill but I was concerned that his writing and also the recent murders was what was keeping him awake all day, he prided himself on his hypothesis and he was world known for his studies on human and vampire relationships and it was only until I thought about it as I undressed and slipped under the bed clothes that I had realized I was his muse, he had begun writing them a year after we had met and I hadn't seemed to notice that the reason why he was writing them was because he felt for me what I felt for him. Perhaps if I had taken the time to actually read them I would have become apparent to the fact, but if it was something L wanted to keep from me until now because he wanted to tell me himself then he would have asked me not to read his papers anyway. It had been the first time in the last six years I had gone to bed with a smile on my boyishly handsome face.
I had hoped for L's sake that we would soon find out were had been killing of his kind so that L could deliver a punishment he saw as fit so that maybe some of the encumbrance could be lifted from him and he could get some rest. I had decided as I laid thinking about it that after I had taken the letter to the docks that I would take the time to walk around the town, collect some groceries for my meals from stalls and stores the locals ran, with the produce they had farmed and harvested themselves and see if I could hear any whispers about the murders and hopefully get some answers for my vampire.
Even though the mansion was quite large there were only three bedrooms and L had taken the upmost care in selecting mine. He had given me the room with a large four poster bed, covered in a thick black and red comforter that had delicate hand stitched flower petals and s shaped curls all over the entire face. The carpet was a plush deep violet that kept the room warm which was divine in the cold months when it dropped below zero. The walls were decorated in portraits of famous composers like Beethoven and Emilie Mayer and writers like Charlotte Bronte and Margaret Fuller placed in large golden colored frames with intricate designs around the edges placed against black walls with red skirting boards. There was a large dressing table with a large oval shaped mirror and the dresser itself a hand crafted beauty carved from the finest mahogany and at the other end of the room in direct line with the dresser a tall hefty wardrobe fitted with drawers and a clothing rail and tarnished in the most warming golden hue.
The other room was for guests like his nephew when he visited from France and L's bedroom, much like him was very private but I was excited by the idea of finally being able to see it once the month of waiting was over.
I could feel my body throbbing for him, the thought of his pale flesh against mine his fangs lightly touching the side of my neck before penetrating my skin, breaking through the layers and drawing out my blood that would fill his mouth and make me groan with the intense pain laced with pleasure. I wanted it, I needed it, I desired to feel his naked body against mine, his delicate long fingers tracing every curve and every muscle and eventually resting against my abundant and rigid member, never touched by another being human nor vampire, as he lightly caressed it. I already knew he was going to be an exceedingly tender lover, I could tell by his demeanor and the way he spoke. Everything L did from his writing even when he sat in thought he did it so intensively and with great care. Even when we played chess together each move he made was done with great thought and grace.
I could feel my body temperature begin to rise as I thought about him. I closed my eyes and I saw him, those hypnotic hauntingly beautiful eyes, the messy yet soft looking black locks on his head, the creamy, smooth tantalizing skin that was as white as snow and looked as if it would be as soft as silk and his smile, beautiful so divinely happy with the ivory pointed fangs peeking out from under his top rose pink lip.
"How I crave you so desperately" I whispered into the warm air that radiated from off the flesh of my stripped body.
I ran my hands leisurely down the golden-pink skin of my torso, lightly brushing the pink stiff nipple on the left side of my body as I traced the tips of my fingers to the small amount of light brown curly hair that trailed from my naval and down towards the pulsating, stiff member that stood solid and straight. I wrapped my hand around my cock firmly and began to stroke in placid yet firm pulls. I breathed in deeply as I took in the aroma of L that seemed to fill the air in the entire mansion. That dark sweet scent that had entirely captivated me on the first night we met and unrelentingly entrapped me, a perfume that was so uniquely him that it could come from no one else.
My strokes had become more paced as I gently brushed the swollen head with the tip of my thumb, instantly sending a much desired shiver down my spine causing my skin to bunch into tiny goose bumps. I could feel my thumb become lightly lubricated as the pre-cum leaked slowly covering the very tip making it give off a sheen that was accentuated by the moon beams creeping through the slips of the dense curtains where they hadn't been quite closed.
The sound of his deep husky voice resonating though my mind as I recalled his words he spoke to me in the study
I am offering you me and eternal life
I moaned loudly as my grip became tighter and the pace intense and fast. I quickly reached down and placed my hand under the bed to retrieve a handkerchief.
"Oh L, I want you so desperately" I groaned through a heavy pant as my fingers glided quickly against my length. I arched my back slightly as I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer.
You will not have to suppress your hunger and desire for me
The pleasure shot through me like a stray bolt of lightning, reaching to my very core as I felt the stream of the blistering white fluid shoot onto my stomach and chest witch a great deal of force. The warm liquid slowly cascading down my heated flesh. I took my hand away from my cock which continued to pulse as it began to soften. I wiped the mess from off of me and rolled the handkerchief in a ball and placed it down onto the carpeted floor.
"It is always for you L, I love you so dearly" I panted lightly
As my heart rate calmed and my member returning back to its flaccid state I pulled the comforter up and covered my naked body with it. I closed my eyes once again and I had felt like a weight had been lifted from off of my shoulders. I rested my head heavily into the feather pillow and slowly fell asleep.
The rays of morning sun streamed in through the slits in the heavy curtains and lay delicately on my cheek. I stirred to the warmth and proceed to roll away from the dawn. I opened my amber eyes and lightly rubbed them with the back of my hand. I had never been a heavy sleeper I could be awoken easily if I heard a conversation or the opening of the door, which was why once I was fully awake, wondered why I hadn't heard L come in after he left the night previously. I quickly pulled back the comforter and rose up from the bed. I clothed myself as quickly as possible and made my way down stairs to search for the vampire. Normally I could tell where he was because I could smell the scent that poured off of him, that dark sweet aroma that I adored so much. I watched my feet as they lightly padded as they connected with the red carpet that adorned the stairs. I had tripped on those stairs many times so it had become a habit that I would watched were I placed my footing.
I reached the bottom and my feet connected with the cool floor.
"L?" I called out; I could hear the worry in my voice
It was probably rather pathetic that a mere human would be concerned about the wellbeing of a creature that was a strong as an army of hundreds, faster than any train and more intelligent than anyone or anything, he was the top of the food chain but I held him so dear to me that I could not help but be slightly nervous.
I didn't get a response and the mansion did feel strangely empty. I checked the library and the study and his presence was vacant. I rushed back up the stairs and knocked loudly on his bedroom door.
"L, Lawliet, are you in there?" I asked
Still no response. I raced back down the stairs as quickly as possible; the padlock had been secure on the basement door so I knew he wasn't in there. There was only one more place to look at that was the cellar. I made my way to the door that was as heavy as the rest, if that was where he was there was a chance that he could not have heard me searching for him or calling out his name. The cellar was almost sound proof and unless one realized the carpet on the floor hid a trap door underneath it no one would have thought it was anything more than a storage cupboard. I leaned down and pulled the carpet up which revealed a large square door with an o shaped iron handle. I lifted it and the moment I saw the light from the kerosene lamp beaming lightly around the room I knew he was safe. I turned around and slipped the lower half of my body into the hole and closed the door behind me and I climbed down the stairs and turned to see my raven haired vampire sitting on the large barrel in his usual sitting position, a brandy glass half filled with crimson liquid in one hand and his other raised to his mouth.
"Good morning Light" he said deeply with his thumb still pressed to his lips
"Good morning Lawliet, I thought you would have been resting by now" I said slightly panting from the running around I had done in the mansion searching for him
"Why is it that you are out of breath? have you decided to take up exercise?" He fixed his eyes on me and gently smiled
I smiled in return, it was rare that he had made humorous comments, he wasn't exactly the joke type but every now and then, especially when he was in a lively mood he would say something amusing.
"I would not need exercise when I am left rushing around the mansion is search of you. I hadn't heard you come in last night and I had become embarrassingly worried about you"
He jumped down off the barrels and landed softly not spilling even a single drop of blood from the glass.
"That is something you should not feel embarrassed about; in light of recent events I can understand your concern for me. Whilst I was out last night I had come across a man who was clearly intoxicated he had caught my intention when in the midst of his drunk ramblings to himself he had mentioned something about the recent vampire slayings, I began to follow him and although I am not fluent in drunk speech I believe he had mentioned something about possible contracted murders, although I am not sure if they were one in the same conversation" L said as he rose the glass to his lips
My eyes drew to his mouth and I watch intently as his soft rose pink lips pressed up against the glass slightly squashing it revealing the distinct cracks in the flesh. He tipped the glass up and I watched the crimson liquid slip down the curve of the glass and line his mouth with a red layer of wetness.
I swallowed hard at the same time as he had and watched as he placed his tongue to his lips, opened his mouth slowly and licked the away the remains of the liquid. He was so deeply arousing.
I blinked and looked back to his eyes, he was likely waiting for me to respond, I cleared my throat and gazed in the obsidian hypnotic pools.
"So it is possible that someone has being paying for the deaths of your kind" I finally said ridding my voice of the hoarseness that came from becoming aroused by the dance his lips had relished in with the silken crimson fluid.
"It is a possibility, however the words of a drunk should not always be taken so seriously" He replied
He finished off the last of the blood and held the stem of the glass in between his thumb and index finger.
"There is an old saying that a man will only speak what is true to his heart when he is plastered with intoxication" I replied
L's lips slightly curled at the remark
"That in its self is yet more rubbish that was no doubt invented by a drunk, a human who believes he has to be intoxicated to truly speak what is in his heart is a fool in my eyes. I have seen for myself that humans are quite capable of feeling without the aid of Brandy" L purred in the monotone voice that I never tired of listening to.
I collected the lamp and we made our way out of the cellar and I closed the door behind us, neatly covering it back over with the carpet. I ran my hand over the plush dark violet, similar to the floor covering in my room and once I was satisfied it was perfectly even I closed the large weighty door and snuffed out the flame in the lamp with my thumb and index finger. I placed the lamp on top of the storage cupboard.
L had stood waiting for me and we began to walk side by side as he led us into the library where I had left the letter for his nephew on the desk.
He moved around the table and sat down in the throne like chair.
"I have a few errands to run today, is there anything more that you would like me to do while I am out?" I asked him
"I have been contemplating something" He said almost ignoring my question
"Oh? And what has been running in your over adventurous mind this time?" I asked him
"If, in the slightest chance that the drunk was speaking the truth and someone had been paid to kill the vampires then I have been wondering if it would be a good idea for us to have contracted murderers of our own. I would not intend on using them for the purposes they are in the profession for but it may be helpful to us and the rest of the vampire population if we had humans who are skilled in retrieving information and not only that but would be able to go behind enemy lines and were able to escape possible capture" He replied
I frowned and sat in the other chair that was placed in front of his the two separated by the wooden desk
"I can see why you would have that notion, but are you going to be able to trust someone enough to do that for you? I would offer to do it myself but I am well known for having a bond with you. People know my name and face" I replied
"Regardless I would not ask you to put yourself at risk like that. Even though I am well aware you are very skilled in combat and weaponry I do not want to risk your existence nor do I want to see my possible successor and lover placed in danger. As for the trust issue I have come to know there is one thing that is common to most humans, their trust and loyalty can be bought when the right exchange is in play" He replied
"Is there something I can do then for you while I am out, perhaps meet with someone you know?" I asked him
"No, we will pay the men I am considering for this job a visit tonight, they are actually old acquaintances of mine and known for their skills. We will speak with them his evening once dusk has settled in"
"Very well, I must leave to ensure your letter reaches you nephew as soon as possible, but will you be alright? I won't come home and find your skull has exploded from over thinking?" I asked with a smile
"Even if it could do that I cannot die so you have nothing to be concerned about my excessively imaginative human"
I smiled and picked up the letter. I had gone to my room and pulled on my black slightly heeled boots, draped my long black woolen coat over my shoulders and left the mansion.