The Alpha Vampire

They say that life is made up by a series of defining moments; it shall define who you are and whom you shall become. I do believe that the way we shall overcome the Book of Spells shall define the legacy of the Vampire. Now, this will never be one that we shall outlive, but it shall be the one that we shall gain the respect of other mythical creatures in this realm and even beyond what the eyes can see.

Now, why should such a feat be tasked to a Vampire, for the simple fact that we are the superior race. There are the ones that compare in strength, but they are only but set to reap destruction between themselves. But then you find a human that wishes to harness the power of something he truly does not understand. Even worse now, he wishes to speed up the pace at which the Seven Spells should be cast; this is a recipe for disaster that is about to unfold rapidly.

So I am not sure if it is with pure luck or plain stupidity that we find ourselves standing next to a cemetery. I would like to say that it is the latter, but I guess the former should do. The big question is why such ungodly creatures were ever made part of the spell, and even more so, how did they come to prey on the creatures of the night? Guess it is a question one kind seeks the other.

In a way, you might say that we should be the same species; they do find themselves undead, but just not as natural that a Vampire is born. We do die before we are born again, but we do not find ourselves rotten in a hole before such a thing happens. And there is the tiny fact that they shall be born if someone wishes to raise such a useless thing, for all they do is feed on the flesh of whatever they shall find in their way. Now give them a supernatural creature, and it shall give them power which they are not so familiar with. Power is what drives us all, no matter which creature you find yourself as.

I can safely say that this is not a creature that I wish to gain power from; not only does the thing smell of rotten flesh, but it is the most unsightly thing a mortal can become. So as my beloved looks at me, I cannot help but laugh at the horror that is written all over her face.

“My beloved, it seems as if you have seen a ghost.”

“Well, I would have sat far better if it what indeed one and not some monster that is the walking dead. Surely this is something that horror movies are made from?”

“If you can dream it, then it is real. Yes, you shall not see these things as a mortal for the mere fact that you do not know where to look for it.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Unfortunately nothing; they shall cleanse the creatures that are cleansing the mortals at present.”

“Does this mean that they shall stop cleansing the mortals then?”

“Yes, for they shall be going into hiding because of the undead.”

“Well, then I guess we are going home then.”

…Cassidy POV…

Just when I thought that things could not get any weirder, it has just become. Now to say that things are horrifying would be an utter lie. Who even makes up these things? How can you ever imagine things running around the city, killing amongst themselves? But there is one concern though, Lucas said that there is the spell to cleanse mortals, then I am assuming this is to level the score with those creatures. Now who cleanses the new walking dead, or do they too become part of this perfect race?

“Lucas, what happens to these ungodly things? How long will they last?”

“As I said, the skies remain for seven days; once the darkness is over, they shall return from where they came. They have no purpose but to kill; they do not possess power, nor can you control them for any length of time. The last thing he would wish for is for his perfect race to be taken out but such a filthy thing.”

“Do I dare even ask when it is our turn?”

“My beloved, you make it sound that as if we are standing in line at a funfair.”

“Oh, Lucas, trust you to find the humor. But I am curious; please humor me.”

“Well, my dear, can we get home before we learn how we shall meet our fate?”

Now, if I was not reassured before, I am definitely not anymore. Do I even dare say that I am worried that we have a Vampire Hunter amongst us now? But in saying this, I need to remind myself that he, too, is a Vampire. I don’t see how any of those creatures that are roaming the city will come and take all the Vampires out. So I put my fear aside as we drive through hundreds of walking dead mortals that have now taken to the street. I am glad to know that these creatures shall return to where they have come from. It is the ones that are still causing havoc in the city that is the concern.

So as we finally arrive at home, we make our way inside with absolute haste, for those creatures will have no calm in trying to overpower us. Not that I think they are allowed, but who knows how dumb these things are. After making sure that we are well locked down, and all seem to be safe, Lucas and I excuse ourselves to go change into something that smells far less creature like. Their stench is hanging thick in the street of the city.

As we make the way into our room, Lucas looks at me somewhat concerned.

“My beloved, I thought that I was going to lose you. Please do not ever run off like that again. You should by now know that you need not take a lot to convince me.”

He slowly walks up to me with that cocky smile on his face, and god, there he does that thing with his lip again.

Unexpectedly, he presses his fingers in my thighs and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. The moan that escapes my throat only fuels the lustful craving hidden in his brown eyes. Our lips crush together; he kisses me softly at first, soft enough to send a spiraling warmth throughout my body. He deepens the kiss, deep enough to awaken the aching between my legs.

Then he drops my legs to the floor, pushing my body into the wall. With his muscled chest pressed against me, I can feel him grow hard under his tight jeans. He pins my hands above my head, placing his hungry kisses all over my mouth. His mouth is insistent, his lips trembling; it is sending wild tremors along my nerves, igniting sensations I have never known I had before. I kiss him back; I match his every movement; when I gently suck his tongue, he lets out a shallow groan. But as soon as he began, he stops.

“My beloved, let me run you a bath; I do not wish to make love to my wife with some ungodly smell upon her.”

As he disappears into the bathroom, I hear the water running; I make my way up and find him standing there. He does not say a word. He keeps his eyes on me as I slip the straps of my dress over my shoulders. He steps forward and slides my dress down my body, resting it on my feet. He steps backward, admiring my body, still not saying a word.

“Please get in so that I can bathe you.”

He stands there for a moment, unable to move; he watches as my body disappears into the water. Without further hesitation, he begins to soap my breasts, which glistens under the flow of the water. Next, he scrubs my back, rubbing the cloth gently between my shoulders. When he moves to my neck, he lays down a soft kiss, which shoots sparks through my veins.

When he is done, he wraps me in a towel and carries me to the bed. He gently lays me down; slowly, he begins to draw the towel apart until I lay exposed. His hands are floating over my body, discovering every bit of me

“Now, what do I do with this?”

“Well, hopefully, not just stare at it.”

He lowers his lips onto mine; in an instant, we melt into each other. Then he kisses me, he kisses me with purposes, like his lips have a plan. He possesses me; he owns me. I look into his magnificent eyes; the swirls of emotion I see there makes me gasp. I never knew a kiss so innocent could be so intimate. I feel like I am walking on air. The way his lips connect with mine. His mouth is so warm, the caress of his lips so soft. He makes me breathless.

His fingers land, warm and radiant against my skin. His rough hands wrap around my hips, hands that are skillful dive deep into my body. He kisses me; the touch of his lips makes the world fall away. It is slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rests below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek, our breaths mingle. Unable to contain ourselves anymore, he pulls me deeper into a fiery and passionate kiss. When we broke apart for air, I rested my forehead against his.

“I love you, Lucas Lecarde.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“And my beloved, Cassidy Rose, I loved you more than those three words contain.”

I raise from the bed and slip my fingers around his buckle, and in no time at all, my skillful fingers has his pants unzipped. I gently slip them down over his firm ass and drop them next to the bed into a pile on the floor.

He knots my legs around his waist. I fall back, the soft red satin sheets wrapping around me. My body quivers as his naked body lowers on top of mine. Our hips move against each other as he settles between my legs. His erection is growing larger and harder, the desire in him growing deeper. Absolutely nothing in this world feels as good as the sensation of him slowly sliding into me.

We are moving purposefully, into and against each other. I am holding the top of the bed, my eyes falling back into my eyelids; he arches his back, letting moan after moan leave his lips. We are following our desires, such as we understood them.

It’s hard to experience desire while at the same time controlling it. We are trying to lose control, and when he takes my head in his hands, we know we on our way, like two solid worlds trying to come into one.

Twisting and gasping together. We are drawn close to that sensation that only goes beyond sexual pleasure. It feels as if something inside me is slowly working its way through him. We fall back on the bed, staring up into the ceiling and feeling the presence of a world we were for the better of an hour, not part of.

Once the ecstasy subsides and we find ourselves present in this world again, I turn to Lucas, that has yet to answer my question, which he has been doing everything possible to avoid.

“Lucas, when is our turn?”