Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

Alastair watched, practically entranced as nature took its course. Isabella was breathtaking in the way she embraced her role. He drank in her graceful movements at she tended to the woman first, his excitement growing when her beautiful fangs drove deep within the woman. He could smell her blood flowing, filling him with thrill as he stepped closer to watch his precious Bella feed. Yes, he encouraged her approvingly, watching as she drank deep. Slowly now... From the moment she swallowed the first drop she would learn that the warmth was not all together gone for their kind. Her victims blood would fill her with a fire running her senses wild with the spark of life. The promise of everything theyd been denied was written in the magical crimson fluid. The places shed been, the foods shed eaten. She could even taste the sunlight shed chosen to renounce. He stood by as the woman was drained, watching over her like any attentive lover while he waited at the ready to deal with the husband should he have a negative review of their unique performance. But that did not seem to be the case as he watched, caught between horror and fascination as his wife moaned and withered beneath Alastairs bride. Beautiful, he breathed when she had last finished the first act, pulling away with cherry stained lips against her pearly white canines. Wouldnt you agree? he asked of her second course, yet unable to take his eyes away from Bella. Surely there could not be a woman more perfectly suited for this role. And Bella was all too eager to prove the words true as she tapped upon a power that could take months before a fledgling truly got the hang of it. A dark smile spread across his lips as Isabella goaded the man before driving her fangs home once more. The seductive way she had taken his food was an image which would remind painted in his memory until the very ends of time. His eyes swept her form, loving the way the tight dress hugged her body as she drowned the mans screams with famished enthusiasm. The man may have been a sick individual to show arousal over the death of his life, but Alastair would have been lying if he said watching Isabella devour the mortals hadnt started his own building. She was positively divine, and he grew fonder of her by the moment, even as she stepped away with a level of remorse. He was glad to see it in fact it was a quality which his last prodigy had been severely lacking. Isabella while Isabella seemed to act on the necessity of slaughter, his former daughter had thrived merely on the pleasure of it. Hed long since outgrown the notion of hunting for fun. A day or two, Alastair responded, watching her softly. But it can be difficult the same. The progress varies between individuals but as you age you shall require fewer feedings. Your body will adapt sustaining itself more efficiently while you continue to grow faster and stronger. He smiled as his bride spoke of rush of what shed done and thanked him for it. There was no thanks necessary, though. It was what being bound together for eternity meant. You forced your will upon him, Alastair explained, revealing the truth of what happened to her. Another trick our kind has up their sleeve, though I have to admit I too am surprised. You managed it quite easily for your first time, but mastery will, like all things, come with time. Eventually, you will tap into abilities unlike anything you could imagine. He returned her embrace before placing a wanting kiss to her red lips, tasting the fire in the traces of blood that lingered there. But Isabella reminded him they still had work to do, and so he regrettably left her side as he investigated the pair of corpses before them. Hmm, he mused ponderously, Ive always been something of a hiding in plain sight type of man. Something caught his eye near the mans foot and Alastair quickly investigated to find a small knife tucked into the mans boot. He drew the blade and revealed it to Isabella with a smirk. For someone concerned with protecting himself he didnt do a very good job of it. He toyed with the knife for a moment while reviewing the scene. Bella had been very thorough in draining the two of them, but she had spilled enough blood for there to be notable stains of foul play on the bedsheets. Paired with the mans own knife it gave him an idea. He hastily went to work, position the body of the woman first before investigating the wounds Bellas fangs had left. In one fluid motion he sliced the sharp blade of the knife across the womans throat. Its serrated edge carved right through her flesh, hiding the puncture wounds and making it appear as though her mortal injury had come from the very deep gash across her throat. He moved on to the husbands body next, lifting the corpse up to appear on his knees over his wife. The mans head lolled around as Alastair took a lifeless hand and gripped it around the hilt of the blade. With a malicious grin, he dragged the knife across his throat as well, once more covering the truth of what happened before letting the corpse drop back lifelessly atop his wife. Id say a murder suicide is as tragic a tale as any. Yet another inspiring work to add to my collection of plays. He laughed coldly, admiring his handiwork. There was no hiding the fact the pair had been exsanguinated, but there was nothing left behind to implicate the two of them. Before leaving the inn Alastair would make certain their attendance was forgotten by any and all present. Whoever examined the bodies would be left to consider it an especially odd case, but who in their right mind would believe vampires had come and feasted upon the missing fluids? And so their first hunt would prove most successful. Already Alastair was thrilling at the idea of their next to feast alongside her and truly share the experience. Well my love, he said, watching her with vivid eyes, It seems our work here is done. He approached her confidently, his hands coming to rest at her sides as he looked down at her admiringly. You did beautifully. Can you feel their energy their lives feeding your own? it was a positively wonderful thing, the way the essence of life could practically get their hearts running again. Now that youve been fed, he continued on to say, The night is ours. What calls to you now? We have until sunrise, after all. He could think of a fair few ways to spend their time, but this was the first night of her new life. He wanted to see exactly where the call of the blood running within her would take them.