Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

He did not appear to be the type to play the senseless game that was politics. To be someone's Queen held the promise of freedom... and affection. The latter of the two was a seemingly foreign concept, but she would love to see what it was like to be with a person that she, at least so far, liked. Yet again the sound of her own heart racing drummed in her ears. The precious and, for now, vital organ constantly attempting to lodge itself in her gullet, but the girl was determined, if not stubborn. The last kiss of her life. Such words did not escape her, for there was little doubt that her next kiss would be as cold as his icy blue gaze. At his question a smile tugged at the corner of her soft lips before their were happily seized. Again her heart thrummed hard and threatened the burst forth from her very chest, not knowing what uncertainty lay just around the corner, but his sweet kiss filled her with promise and a fire that heated her from her very core. I was almost sad when he finished it, teasing her parted lips that sought much needed air. A sinfully sweet smile dance upon her lips as his lips peppered a trail elsewhere. Such a wicked man. A soft and barely audible gasp escaped her lips as those fangs pierced her warm flesh. If she thought that her heart was loud before, it was absolutely fighting it's hardest to pump the precious life blood through her weakening body. A slight coolness was already taking over as she was drained. Icy pricks from the palms of her hands. She found herself using her host as a support while the literal life was being drained out of her. Laden eyes fought to stay open, but only managed to stay ajar long enough to accept his offering. The treat was sweet and the result was sudden. No more thrumming and just a foreboding silence. In the silence her body went through a changed that would rework her previously mortal frame from within. The external capsule would remain untouched, her beauty forever lasting until the end of her time, should she ever see it. Within the walls of their home and to other vampires scattered about in their own private catacombs, they waited on baited breath. What made this one special? Would she even survive the transformation? Such a beautiful husk lay hours upon hours without so much as batting an eyelash. The sun kissed hue from her skin faded and the warmth that once encased her body was no where to be found. In the early hours of the next night did the girl show promise. Her mind awakened before her eyes could opened and a thirst plagued her. Soft lips were licked and slender fingers laced through locks that rivaled the darkness of a black sky, as though her mind ached. Finally, a fan of thick lashes lifted and one thing remained the fire in those eyes. Though Bella could not recall the last few details of her turning, she knew that she had been turned. Fingers and she felt a slight weakness and a burning hunger in the pit of her being, but the girl trudged on with her new found self. Isabella sat up. The girl propped up with her hands behind her, fine digits sunk into the luxurious surface of a very ornate bed as she scanned the room. Alistair, was indeed there, but she stared at a nearby lit candle. The fire was so mesmerizing. The light dancing in her eyes as hunger plagued her, but she paid it no mind, despite how indescribably weak she was feeling. With a sift sigh her support gave out once more and she laid upon her side and watched the dancing flame of the candle. Alistair. The name a soft whisper upon her barely hued lips. Surprisingly enough a soft little laugh escaped her lips as well. The fair skinned beauty managed the strength to remove herself from the bed. With new eyes she looked upon her host and mentor. Bare feet walked her before the man that held her future and dreams in the very palm of his hand. He smelled divine and looked just as hauntingly handsome. Her hunger seemed to drive her to brink of madness. Sex and sustenance were her open and driven desires upon awakening. Once more she sat herself upon her Master's lap and silently seized a kiss from those cold lips. Her controlled demeanor was fighting and slowly losing as she was bathed in his sweet scent. Alistair.... I'd easily become one with you, but drinking from another.... I will not deny my hesitance, but I am barely sane in this parched state.... Soft lips hovered a hairs breath from his own as she caressed his chest while reading his expression.