Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

Well over a long enough time you tend to collect a nice thing or two, he told her, and Alastair had lived longer than any name he could give her save one. He watched as she tenderly browsed through the fine clothing, his blue eyes following her subtle movements. The truth of his history was written in some of these clothes bits of his past coming back to him as he looked upon the wardrobe. He was particularly nostalgic as her hands passed a long, teal dress of beautiful Egyptian cotton. But Alastair shut the old memories away, focusing entirely on his chosen as she found a dress that pleased her. He could only smile at her delight, watching in as her nimble fingers went to undo her clothing. Alastair considered changing himself, but with Bella undressing in front of him, he was immediately distracted by the display. He drank in every detail as her pale body was revealed, every succulent inch accentuated in the soft moonlight. His raven haired beauty was certainly a prize picturesque in her choice of attire. Gorgeous didnt even begin to cover it. He was growing fonder of his Isabella by the moment finding her downright provocative with the way the elegant dress hugged her enthralling figure. But as their excursion would require a brief trek, he was left to suggest the boots when she seemed to ponder over the two. Regardless of her choice, he watched as she pulled them on. Alastair was entranced by how graceful she was even within the first hour of her birth. It encouraged him perhaps this life was meant for her after all. There was only one final thing to see to He approached her as she asked at him, smiling. He took one of her hands in his, looking confidently into her green eyes. Of course I am. I have never been as sure of anything as I was in choosing you. These things are yours now, he told her, All part of the new life I promised you. And it starts tonight. Hed missed his opportunity to adjust his own wardrobe, not wishing to keep his bride hungry any longer. But the two made a dashing couple in their black and red ensembles looking every bit the aristocratic husband and wife they would be playing tonight. He placed the most gentlemanly of kisses on her hand, but his eyes spoke of a passionate fire most unbecoming of a gentleman. I believe we are, he told her, smiling mischievously, Shall we? Once more he showed her the way, guiding her out of the run and down the grand staircase to the entryway of the home. Alastair saw her out into the cool night air, before locking the door behind them. While it would be a chilly night for most, the cold was no bother to their kind. Out beneath the moon with her keen senses for the first time, it would be as pleasant as any warm day at the beach could have been. The breeze teased at their hair, whispering in their keen ears almost melodic, in a way a humans senses could never have detected. Everything was vivid and alive from the slightest rustles in the grass to the sound of an owl taking wing some far distance ahead of them. They could have gone by carriage, but instead Alastair led her away from the gates of their home, making instead for the dense trees that skirted the grounds. It seemed like there was no path to be found there at first, but upon arrival her new senses would be much more capable of spotting the little details. There were recent foot prints and brushed aside growth that popped out thanks to their acute vision, showing them exactly where to step to find the worn trail the vampires had made in their secretive visits to the nearby town. Truth be told, the slower route was all a part of gradually easing her into things. He wanted to make she had complete control of herself, in both emotion and her newfound motor skills. Seeing the world in such a new light could often overcome the mind Alastair had seen it with many throughout the ages. Yet in all that time, hed rarely seen one adapting as quickly as Isabella. Even so, his blood was ancient and wildly powerful capable of driving any to their base instincts, and the longer she was due to wait, the more gnawing her hunger would become. Younger vampires always required more feeding, and infants most of all. And if they wished to remain in one place, it was vital she learned to control those urges, even when surrounded by a readily available source of food. And so it was as they came upon the outskirts of the town from which his servants had plucked her. They could hear the activity and smell the mortals even before they came upon the soft glow of the settlement. Alastair halted her before they left the safety of the tree line, however. This shall be your test, my love, he told her, making no secrets of what this was all about. Can you smell them? It was impossible not to. She would be ravenous by now and even while the thought of draining the blood from a living human being might still seem a foreign concept to her, she could not deny the sweet story her nose told her. Aromas of all sort drifted to her, each with its own varying fragrance. It would quickly become clear that some mortals smelled better than others. It was aligned to ones preferences for the most part, some blood types could be more appealing than others. But her nose was so attuned, she could even pick out whether a mortal was healthy or not the sour scent of disease or other pathogens and failings warning them away. I need to know you can control yourself in their presence, he said, looking at her very seriously. It is important we create as minimal an impact as possible. What we do must not be seen, and when we are through their must be no evidence pointing to the truth of what happens here. Doubtless she would have heard the rumor of young women going missing throughout the town and some surrounding areas. She would surely be able to put it all together now if she cared to, but no matter her ideas on the subject there was no turning back now. Of course the best way to stay hidden is to remain in plain sight, he told her, grinning. Theres an inn in town a veritable buffet around this time of night while everyone is getting into their cups downstairs at the bar. The same establishment the drunkards had stumbled out from to hassle her the night before, as chance would have it. Being an inn theres plenty of travelers who could venture off the next morning never to be seen again. Of course thats what everyone else would think. He let this all weigh in Isabellas mind, uncertain how she would handle this all. She didnt have to kill a mortal, of course. One could survive by resisting the urge to drain them simply eat their fill and leave. But Alastair would be astounded if she managed it her first time feeding. In fact, he scarcely believed one human would be enough for her once the taste of their blood was on their tongue. So, he continued, a wicked delight in his eyes while he watched her, If you can control your impulses and feel you are ready, let us continue. When we arrive, just follow your nose. Find a couple you like, and well begin the next lesson from there.