Thread: Forever Mine (Ava and Fates)

In essence only, he cautioned her, not wanting to give her the wrong impression. She was running away from royalty after all. I do not play at mortal politics. Some of the oldest and most powerful still vainly tried to govern his kind, but Alistair had lived longer than any of them and always by his own rules. Hed tasted their life style many lifetimes ago but what good were the tethers of a vampiric council when you were powerful to make the world itself your oyster? Still, Isabella did not seem deterred by the promise of title. If anything, she seemed even more elated at the idea. He was pleased with how accepting she appeared to be it was exactly what he needed. A weak willed individual would only surmount to another failed prodigy. Should that mistake happen again, he would not suffer his creation to exist. Of course this part he kept to himself, having loaded enough on the girl for now. He smiled at the banter already developing between them. The excitement of what was to come was already stirring something within him bringing life to a proverbial stiff corpse. He listened closely to her words, watching as she so fearlessly approached him. If she was half as bold in her immortal life she would be a powerful woman indeed. Alastair thrilled at the possibilities of the future as she made her final decision. My, he began, sounding impressed, Your confidence is inspiring, Isabella. I do hope you realize what youre getting in to. Yet she seemed determine to impressive him further, acting as no prospect had before as she closed the distance and mounted herself right in his lap. The chemistry was undeniable as she fit perfectly against him, brushing her hair aside to show him the tender flesh of her neck. She smelled absolutely divine, and the invitation was all too tempting as he felt the veins pulsing beneath her perfect skin drawing him in with the rhythm of her heartbeat. But his icy blue eyes focused on hers, watching as she drank in the details of his face. And that is? But Isabella was clearly a girl who spoke louder with actions. Alastair pressed lithely into the kiss her rose petal lips a tantalizing promise as they fled as quickly as they came. Very well, he agreed, wearing a devious expression. But surely you want the last kiss of your life to be better than that? Alastair closed the gap for another kiss, much bolder this time. His icy cold lips lingered against her warm ones, pressing and caressing an invitation to explore as his strong hands found themselves on either side of her waist. The kiss was quick to illicit passion, becoming much more intrepid as his gentle tongue invaded her soft, warm mouth. Her was a masterful kisser, his tongue dancing just far enough across hers to leave her wanting more. And Alastair obliged, kissing her deeper even as one of his gelid hands came to brush up against her cheek, only to slide between the locks of her hair, which he gently tugged to coax her away from his lips. He lingered not even an inch away from her open lips, leaving her breathless as he teased for another kiss, only for his icy lips to sprinkle across her jaw bone, down to her neck instead. With an eternity awaiting them, Alastair was in no rush, leaving the girl caught in anticipation of what he would do as he applied soft kisses against her neck. His hand released her hair, sliding down to join the other one at the small of her back while his passionate assault bounced from neck to shoulder. As his lips trailed back to the arteries shed so kindly exposed and offered however, his fangs finally appeared. They were sturdy and sharp, a blazing ivory that looked every bit as powerful as the tusks hed supposedly broken to earn his peculiar name. The wicked fangs teased across her skin as he offered one last press of his lips, before the sharp edges stuck into her without abandon. The large protrusions pierced her body as though it were nothing, drawing an unseemly amount of blood which never escaped the confines of Alastairs lips pressed tightly to her. There was pain, but the bite was the worst part. The ancient vampire had become proficient in the art of his long tenure. His fangs were held perfectly still, causing no further damage as she fed on him. After a short time though, wooziness would come to sicken her. Dangerous amounts of the precious fluid had escaped her body already, yet even if the sickly feeling was too much for the girl to bear, Alastair would not stop. He held the girl tightly against him, keeping her body propped on his lap even as weakness began to overtake her. Her blood was every bit as heavenly as he expected. He moaned as he drank her in, mouth opening wider to accept as much as he could. He did not remember the last time hed been such a glutton. Perhaps not even since the earliest days of his youth. But before long, Alastair had to pull away. Isabella would be fading now, her vision barely more than a blur as he felt her sagging in his arms. Alastair practically hissed as he pulled away from the delectable fountain of her veins, his lips and fangs stained red as he looked down at her, appearing far more bestial than he had the first time she laid eyes on him. Almost done, my sweet, he promised her. There was just one more step to see to. One arm wrapped around to hold her light body, Alastair lifted his free wrist which his sharp fangs hastily cut into. Gazing at her lovingly, he lowered his wrist to her lips where he commanded her to drink. It did not take much, he just needed her to swallow a small amount before passing out. The moment cold, sweet fluid was in her system however, it began to react. Like poison, it stopped her heart in seconds, bringing an end to the mortal life of Isabella Lucille Manner. Alastair greedily dove back into the fresh corpse, draining the last of her ancestors bloodline before it could mix with his. It would only be a matter of time before the cold blood of immortality traveled the lengths of her bloodstream the essence of life with no heartbeat. Until then, Alastair treated her body with tender care, his tongue cleaning the last of the wet, warm blood from her delicate neck as he finished his meal. Her blood was a fire inside him, filling him with thrill and promise for when she would awaken and begin her new life in death. He boosted her lissome frame with ease, taking his motionless bride in his arms before stepping down from his seat and stalking through the quiet, empty halls of the manor. In the east wing were stairs leading down, which he took slow and sure, his boots on stone the only sound in the night as they descended below ground and through a doorway with a sturdy latch. Inside was a luxurious bedroom with all the comforts one of their kind needed. A large four-poster canopy bed served as the center piece, where Alastair gently laid Isabella on her back. She looked beautiful even in death, eyes fluttered closed and looking peaceful before he left her as a dark silhouette abaft the cover of the canopy. It would take the rest of the night and all of the next day before the process would be complete, but Alastair did not intend to leave her side in all of that time. There were no windows to be found in the room, making time difficult to tell for most. But Alastair had lived so long he could feel even the most minute changes in his atmosphere, right down to the position of the sun in the sky. Until the next night would bring her birth, he made sure the door was latched securely, allowing no daylight to enter the chamber while he lit a number of candles for light. Isabella remained a dark, motionless shape behind the curtains as he sat in a large armchair in the corner of the room. Even as he stood vigil, he contemplated on what would happen when she finally stirred. Her brain could come to life with any number of impulses. Perhaps she would return just as amorous as she died. Or perhaps the new found hunger within would drive her to react violently. Or maybe she would awaken In fear a shattered mind unable to process the gravity of what happened. Only time would tell the outcome, but whatever emotion drove her rebirth, Alastair would be there to guide her through.