Portrait of a Volturi mate - Caius
First Person POV
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I'm the human mate to a powerfully dangerous vampire.
To me, danger to myself is never a fear. The love this vampire feels for me provides me with complete protection from all threats, including the darkness of his own soul. Since meeting him, I've tried my best to bring light to his existence, to relieve the pain from past and present sources. Centuries of fear, anger, and frustration are hard to wipe away. The first time he dared touch me, his desire was so strong, I had to let him know he was hurting me. He pulled back, appalled at himself. He reached out to me, his thumb wiping tears from my cheek. I fell into his embrace, hugging him close, inhaling his spicy sweet fragrance. I loved him so much, I easily forgave him.
Before I had met Caius, an ancient vampire with an ancient name, I would never had imagined vampires even existed. He wanted to drink from me, but the longer we talked, the more obliging he became. He said something about the mating pull, and I asked if that had anything to do with a heart string tied between us, like in Jane Eyre. He knew the book and nodded. His expression was still hard, and his eyes seemed darker, but his words were softer. He told me everything about himself. It took over an hour, and I listened raptly.
He asked me about myself, but my life was nothing. Parents dead, bored with my job, and little to look forward to. I came to Italy to vacation as cheaply as possible. A once in a lifetime trip, a life that could now be over. But Caius assured me he would not harm me. And then he did, out of pure desire, showing me how he felt about me. I had cried, but assured him I was not angry and was beginning to feel something for him. Humans, he said, felt the pull less than his kind, but that once we were fully bound to one another, there would be no one else for us.
In time I came to love him wholeheartedly, and when I gave myself to him the first time, he treated me like the fragile human I was. The fire he lit within my body with his kisses and touches removed any fear I might have had this time. There were no tears. There was only my desire to be joined to him. I gasped when he thrust into me, the hardness and cold of his body a shock. But once we were joined, I determined I never wanted to be apart from him. Caius was now my life, my soul, my heart. He said his heart no longer beat, and I laughed at the lie. If he honestly felt this way, I would spend my life showing him how wrong he was.
I learned to read my mate over the months. His scowling meant something was wrong and not with us. When he was happy with us and happy with life in general, he would smile, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward. When his eyes darkened, I knew he wanted me, and we would retire to our chambers for hours at a time. He promised me when I was like him, we would spend more time together, for I would not tire. It was almost, almost, a reason to be changed as soon as possible. I admitted to him that was the last fear I felt. To allow Caius to bite me, filling me with his venom that would change me forever. Was humanity so wonderful that I had to refuse him? But he never censured me for my feelings and it only made me love him more.
I know one day I will be a vampire, and bound to the most wonderful man in the world. Until then, we laugh and love and play together, Caius' heart free to love me better than any human man could. And I would love him until the universe itself died.