THE VAMPIRE BEST FRIEND WHO TURNED INTO A LOVER
By: Alena Monroe
Tags: Lovers, Bestfriend, Vampires, Series

THE VAMPIRE BEST FRIEND WHO TURNED INTO A LOVER

After going through years of depression that felt everlasting I never would’ve thought I’d find anything to make me happy. I thought that throughout the hundreds of year I lived that nobody would ever look at me with such love as she did. She looked past my horrid desire of violence, she looked deeper than anybody has ever looked into me and was determined to find out how to love me. Let me tell you about the moment I realized I loved her more than I could handle. We met in New Orleans, the night air was crisp and her jewelry shined as her dress blew in the wind. She walked in the festival as if it was dedicated to her, she walked with the confidence I could only hope I had one day. She glanced at me and in that moment I no longer felt the need to feed on the innocent, my only desire was to soon touch her sweet skin in the gentlest way I could. It was more than a want, I craved her presence, I had to find her again. I sat up all night with every detail of her embedded into my brain and every cell in my body told me to go out and find her. Luckily there was a second day to the festival, it started at nightfall, I had my plan set and knew exactly what to do. The next day, as the sun fell and made room for the full moon, I got ready. I made sure to look my absolute best, I sprayed myself with the most expensive cologne I had. As I walked out my door the festival had already arrived and I watched each individual person walk past waiting to see her beautiful face in hope to get my chance. I waited for hours, it felt like it’d never end, I was losing my patience and my hope on seeing her again. And as it all ended I went and sat in-front of the local bar, on the cold bench that awaited me and my lost hope. I sat as I grew more and more disappointed, yelling at myself in my head repeating the same thing “You shouldn’t have got attached, you don’t even know this girl.” As the city’s bell went off once it turned 12 o’clock I heard someone’s heart pounding behind me. I smelt more than blood, I smelt the sweet scent of honeysuckles and lavender. I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder and there she was, she asked if I had been watching her the previous night and sat beside me. I heard her heart slowly beat faster as I began to speak, I said “I just couldn’t help myself luv, now what’s a girl like you doing out this late?” She let out a small laugh then revealing a beautiful smile that through my thoughts off. She proceeded to introduce herself by saying “I’m Katherine, I don’t suppose you’d possibly want to go in and get a drink?” You know what I said already, how could I pass up the offer of getting to know her. As we walked in she sat on the tall bar stool she struggled to pull herself onto, I then helped by lifting her on the stool. She blushed as I shouted for the bartender who just so happens to be my good friend I’ve known for over a century. He slid my usual across the bar table, and I asked her what she would like. She replied with “whiskey”, I was surprised but with each shot I noticed her body language change and same with mine. I felt her finger tips brush across my leg and we both looked up, and in that moment we knew that we would go home together. As the whiskey kicked in I knew that I would have to guide her back to her place, but she said her boyfriend would be mad and to just take her with me to mine. I picked her up as I felt herself wrap around me and provide warmth my thoughts started raving in my head. She whispered into my ear as she slurred her words saying “I’m not usually like this I swear.” I assured her that I do not intend on judging her. As we arrived to my home she insisted that she mustn’t sleep alone and tears left her eyes rolling down her face like waterfalls. I brought her upstairs into my bed room and gave her a T-shirt that she managed to look like a queen in. Her long dark hair effortlessly fell into place perfectly, as I laid her onto the bed she soon fell asleep and laid her head onto my chest. As I woke up the next morning I noticed she was gone, I felt unaccomplished and as if I ruined my only shot with her. I then smell something burning and run down the stairs, and there she was in the same T-shirt with a towel on her head and she looks over with the face of defeat as she says “I’m so sorry I was going to make you breakfast to repay you for last night and it didn’t work out and I hope you don’t mind but I showered” I walked up and assured her that I wasn’t mad and I’d make us breakfast. As I cracked the eggs in the hot sizzling skillet she lifted herself onto the counter top and rambled out of nervousness. I asked her if she would grab the pitcher of orange juice from the fridge and she did, then stumbled and dropped the glass pitcher as we both were drenched in it I noticed the flow of blood coming from her arm from cutting herself on the glass. I turned my back to her as I tried to control my thoughts, my heart pounded out of control until I remembered how I felt about her. I turned around and rushed her up to the bathroom, and wrapped the wound. I told her I was going to go shower to get off the juice that was spilt she asked if she could to just to rinse off the juice since she had just showered. I let her go first, although it was a double shower with 2 heads I wanted to give her privacy. She yelled for a towel and as I saw her body through the glass door I became flustered and put my hand over my eyes as I handed her the towel. She then grabbed me as I tried to turn away and wrapped her legs around my waist kissing my neck. I could feel her heart beating against my chest as she became more and more ready for me. I glided my hands from her shoulders to her waist slowly as she started breathing heavier. I went into my room and laid her bare body onto the satin sheets and unbuckled my belt. She made me feel more alive than I have ever felt in my life.

To be continued..