Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

Alastair could have told Isabella how even the tragedy of mortal lives would pass from her cares in time. What was new and strange for her now would become second nature all too soon. But he did not wish to impress every little detail on her at once. His own mind had long since been tempered to the idea of being something far superior to humans. For Alastair it was no different than crushing an insect. There was nothing to feel guilty about, if the slaughter was not needless. When she turned his question back on him, Alastair was also uncertain of how to answer. Hed felt jaded and stagnant for so many years now every day of life a redundant echo of the one before. How long had it been since anything had given him elation? It was the entire purpose of turning Isabella. Truth be told, I have been content to lay about, uninspired to do very much at all for a long time, he explained, revealing his thoughts. It was almost difficult to remember what used to give him enjoyment. I have been vampire for so many years Isabella had gotten her first taste of immortality, but her mind could not truly understand the weight of eternity until it bore upon her. In my youth, life was very different than anything you know in this time, Alastair explained, The world was young then adventurous. You had to live in the moment to survive, and so I had for so long that the idea of recreation never truly settled in on me. Yet the ancient vampires lipped tugged into a smile as he recollected on his past. But every moment of life was thrilling. On nights like this, my tribe would gather round a great fire and tell stories tales of hunts passed and the mysteries of the world around us. When my mortal life ended however. Well as you can imagine things became very different. For a long time, my nights consisted solely of hunting along with my mother. It was only some centuries after that we began to travel and explore the world. If I could name any one thing I love to do it is to explore and see new places. But I have already seen this world, and I have done all the things youve mentioned a thousand times over. I turned you because I want to do it all and see it all again, through your eyes. Her desire was easy enough to sate for now though, as Alastair nodded, fingers lacing back with hers as they decided to leave the stuffy confines of the inn. Their acute senses told them the hall was unoccupied, giving them the perfect opportunity to slip out of the couples room as if nothing untoward happened. I would be surprised if you didnt, Alastair quipped, smiling at her, I will answer anything you wish to know, of course. With his talents, they continued to remain undetected. Everything Alastair felt eyes upon them, he quickly met their gaze. And as though something far more important had caught their attention, every one of them ignored the couple after that. He felt much more content once they stepped out into the cool, fresh air. They were meant for the night even their vision suited for the darkness. With the soft, silver glow of the moon, everything seemed just as vivid as if they were seeing it in daylight. When Bella finally revealed her concern, Alastair couldnt help but chuckle a little. Fearing for death so soon after dying once already? But he did not tease her for long, taking her question seriously all the same. Theyve been known to pop up from time to time, he admitted, More so in the past than in recent years. The idea of vampires have passed more into the realm of superstition among humanity, If we are good at what we do, then we do not draw suspicion and the mortals have no reason to believe in us. If we are poor in that regard, well its only natural someone should attempt to rise and put down a threat if they learn of it. When that happens, the vampire dies, or the slayer does. Either way, natural selection works its magic, and both dwindle over time. Of course, some slayers have proven better than others. I wager there are some skilled vampire hunters out there even today but it has been a long time since one has bothered me. He looked upon her, curious over why she thought to ask such a thing in the first place. But I can assure you, my love, he went on, You have nothing to fear. Any mortal who would dare harm you shall live a woefully short life, met by an all too painful end. Truer words had never been spoken for he was a force not to be trifled with. A slayer was of little consequence next to some of the other potential threats in their world, yet none of it gave him much cause for concern. Alastair had faced all manner of turmoil over the course of his very long life. But in the unlikely event it happens, he continued, never one to ignore possibilities, Remember you are always strongest after feeding. But that strength deteriorates over time weakening you the longer you go without feeding. So you must know how to gauge the situation Learn when you are strong enough to face your foes, understand when you are not. It is a vital lesson that too few of our kind seem to grasp. Hubris can be as big a weakness to us as any of our others. The night was gorgeous a thing of true beauty. The pair found themselves walking aimlessly, enjoying each others company. The longer he spent with Isabella the more alive he was beginning to feel. He knew there was all the time in the world, and his demeanor spoke of his patience to let their relationship evolve and come to naturally. Yet his mind was alight with eagerness picturing all the places they could go and the things they could see. Even that seemed a good ways down eternity, however, as it would be quite some time before Isabellas pale, vulnerable skin would be able to withstand the sunlight once more. For now though, he was more than content to get to know each other on a better level. Come, he said, leading her through the town. I know a spot where we can be alone and just enjoy the night. There was a large lake some distance outside of town a bit of a walk but that was nothing to complain about for them. Their woodland surroundings were alive with activity. The method of sustenance for their kind came with a definite brutality, but it was impossible to deny the beauty that paid for it. It was like seeing the world in an all new dimension like the nature around them was a new 6th sense they were keen to. It was even more impressive once they finally came upon the shores of the lake, where not another soul was to be found. They may have been denied the day, but they were gifted the serenity of night. Out in the hot sun, they were likely to be disturbed by other parties. Here in the darkness, no one cared to play at the waters edge. The lake was like a giant pool of silver, calmly rippling in the breeze while lapping gently at the land. Like the brush surrounding them, there was a sense of life in the water. A Haunting sort of melody played as the wind teased against the surface sounds a mortal could not have been privy to. Alastair slipped behind Isabella while they gazed upon the entrancing sight, his arms coming up around her slender waist. You picked a beautiful night to be reborn, he commended her, his lips dangerously close to her neck as he leaned in over her shoulder. So tell me after what youve just done. He paused as he placed a tender kiss at her flesh the same spot hed drained the mortality out of her the night before, Do you still think you could be suited for this life? He encouraged a positive response however, as his kissed peppered down to her bare shoulder, and his strong hands gently coaxed her back into pressing against his firm body. Do you have what it takes to be my mistress in death? Or do you think youll miss being Lady Isabella of Rutland after all? His blue eyes were wild as he grinned at her tauntingly, revealing a hint of the sharp tip of his canines, before he pressed another tender kiss into her collarbone.