Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

The weight of time on his shoulders meant that 24 hours was practically nothing and as Alastair had lived so long and grown to such a powerful variant of his kind, he required very little in the way of sustenance or rest. Even as his eyes drifted closed his mind was incapable of shutting down. Never needing sleep had its advantages, but on days like this is made for a dreadfully long eternity. Especially with the heat of her blood still flowing through his otherwise frozen veins It was regrettable she would be among the world of the dead for so long. He was feeling alive and ardent more than ready to celebrate the night with his new bride. Yet despite all that, his thoughts were consumed by the whats and ifs of the situation. It was all too likely the girl would never rise from her death-like slumber. His blood was powerful, after all. Too powerful for some, and never had he seen a mortals heart stop so quickly. So much could still go wrong, that even if the elation of feeding on her hadnt kept him away from his waking dreams, than his concern definitely would. As the hours wore on however, it seemed disquiet was unwarranted. His bright blue eyes slowly opened as his acute ears picked up on the most diminutive movements from her resting place. He watched her, silent as a hawk, unmoving as stone even as she rose from the dead. He did absolutely nothing to disturb the scene, letting her birth take the most natural of courses without his interference. He watched her admiringly, the shadows of the flame dancing across her beautiful, pale skin. The fire was reflected in her vibrant eyes, painting her with a wild appearance as the flames licked within her colorful jewels. She seemed almost mesmerized by the light, perhaps curious even. How unlike his last daughter she was Bred for a much different purpose, Isabellas sister had been birthed in blood and screams though in a vastly different from what a mortal would describe. But Alastair did not linger on his failings, resisting the urge to go to her even as she tumbled back into the bed. Patience was paramount here everything would be different for the girl now. Each and every one of her senses would be amplified from the feel of the linen sheets against her soft skin, to the sound of every little disturbance that took place in their surroundings. The smell of the air was so vivid she could practically taste wax of the candle, whose flame danced with such detail, she could pick out every little movement in the air. Likewise, she would find the room much easier to see in the darkness. A perfectly evolved predator of the night, even her speed and strength would be twice anything she were capable of in her past life. Like a newborn, it would all take time getting used to perhaps even be difficult to control. But as the years of her immortality wore on, she would only grow stronger. Alastair grinned when she spoke his name, finally taking a moment to enjoy his apparent success. Welcome to the world of the living, he answered her jokingly. Well, the semi-living. How do you feel? Ever the bold one, her actions answered him again looking positively gorgeous as she stalked over to him in the night and put herself right back where theyd left off. He couldnt help but smile, staring into her wild, glowing eyes as the two shared the first kiss of her new life to compliment the last. The effects of her blood had long worn off, but with her so firmly in his lap, her mouth to his, he was feeling the spark of life all over again. He was expecting of her hesitance, however, remembering all too well how that first gnawing sensation of hunger was to suffer. It could drive even a sound mind mad if left unattended. Which was why her insecurities would need bee quickly brushed away. He had to purge the last of mortality from her, and deliver her properly into his world of the damned. He smiled after she expressed her concern, a gentle hand coming to cup her cheek and capture her gaze. Ah my love there is nothing to fear. I will take care of you teach you everything I know. And in that moment that you truly see what you are. You will discover you thrill at the hunt. His tantalizing lips came in to return to where theyd last left off as well, kissing gently the re-knitted flesh hed torn open not so long ago. It was brief, however, as he soon set her off of his lap and rose, extending a hand for her to take. Come, I believe a dinner date is in order. When she was ready, he led her back the way theyd came, re-latching the door to the underground retreat before guiding her carefully up the flight of stairs, followed by another to the second level of the manor. He continued to lead her through the halls, and to another bed-room, this one the master. Sub-level accommodations were necessary to protect from the sun. At Alastairs age however, the sun was more a minor inconvenience than anything else. Pitch black curtains to douse its light were enough to serve as his comfort, though now they were drawn back, the large windows spilling moonlight into the room. Their true destination however, was a built-in armoire which Alastair opened to reveal a wide array of dresses and gowns, and all other manner of attire fit for a lady of her stature. So my dear, what are your tastes? He asked her, stepping aside to invite her to pursue. Not that anything was wrong with what she was wearing. Indeed, Alastair found the sight of her as succulent now as he did when shed first walked through the door. Her shapely blue dress made all the more innocent by her bare feet was a delicious sight to be sure, but as their unofficial wedding night, he wanted to give her to opportunity to celebrate a little. I think something in dark red might best suit our activities for the evening, he suggested with a sly grin, Though if nothing suits your fancy we will find something that will. That was hard to imagine, however, as Alastairs collection was truly impressive. There were even silks rarely seen in this country. It was clear that hed been preparing for her arrival for quite some time.