XeniaHis cool body somehow provides me comfort and warmth as he tugs me closer. Being in his arms draws away all my uncertainties and fears.The room is dark and moody. Lit candles dance in the space and there’s a heavenly scent flowing around us. We’re laying on the softest couch I’ve ever felt. It must be made of clouds. Any snack you could think of has been provided, and a TV the size of a wall displays a movie that normally would have my attention, if my mind wasn’t so preoccupied by the gorgeous man beside me.Both my stomach and heart are completely full.Thinking about us has my emotions all over the place. My hand goes under his shirt instinctually, searching for that skin-to-skin contact. He shifts beside me under my touch, and I wonder if he feels the same about me.But I know he does. He tells me often. Not only with words, but body language and actions.No longer do I compare my past relationships with him, because he’s ridden me of all my uncertainties and qual
In a dark, forgotten chamber, cobwebs and dust have taken over. Water drips through the cracks of the stone walls and dirt above. The smell of mold and death fills the air. Light and life have been missing from this place for hundreds of years.A distant memory. A final resting place. A desolate tomb. Abandoned and never to be accessed again.That was the objective when the mother of all vampires laid down in her coffin for what was to be the last time.She fell into an everlasting slumber of her own doing, incapable of accepting what had become of her life, but disinclined to choose true death, as that would not have been punishment enough.Unable to face the consequences of her actions and ashamed of her creations, there was nothing left to live for.So, she slept, and she dreamed about her mistakes.To save her children, she became a monster requiring blood from the living in order to survive, but that wasn’t the intention. It’s not what she wanted. The Mother wished to protect
Demetrius I kick a pebble and watch as it skips along the dark cobbled street. My hands are stuffed tightly in my pockets like they are searching for something. I’m in a real mood tonight. Another night in this meaningless life. Restlessness has taken over, guiding me to this place for reasons unknown. I drown out the noise and voices around me, not wanting to deal with the petty issues of humanity. Their problems seem so feeble and unimportant in the grand scheme of things.Why had I decided to come here at this hour when it was so very clear I shouldn’t be around anyone, especially any humans? Disgusting things. But I did know why. I was searching for something, anything different than what I was accustomed to. Maybe I can get into some trouble, maybe I will find a woman, or maybe I will do both. Vampire women are so boring and I’ve already had my share. Even though I didn’t like humans in general, taking one to bed every now and then at least allowed me some reprieve from my thoug
XeniaI watch him walk away while I stand there confused. "Demetrius," I repeat aloud in a whisper. I kind of like that name. The way he kissed my hand, it was different. No one had ever done anything like that to me before. Usually, I would find that kind of gesture cheesy, but from him it was just sexy. The way he took up for me and the fact he walked me home and didn’t expect anything also added to my confusion. Was he really just a gentleman? Maybe the bar for men was set so low I didn't know what it was like to be around someone who wasn’t a dick.It was weird I even let him walk me. I didn’t let just anybody know where I lived, and he was a complete stranger, but there was something about him, something in his eyes that made me think I could trust him. I don’t know. Honestly, in my current state, if he would have tried anything, I would have probably had sex with him just to make me feel better. There was no denying he was really attractive. Way more than just attractive. He was
DemetriusThe hot liquid burns my throat slightly making its way down, but I welcome the pain. I quickly leave the area now feeling the need to get as far away from her as possible. Last night, my interactions with her were all I could think about, something I scolded myself for. I have never been so intrigued by someone before, not vampire or human. Especially not human. The thought alone disgusts me. I despise humans typically, but for whatever reason, not her. Did I pity her that much? It was possible the connection I felt was because I was seeing her experience a heartbreak firsthand, and I knew how that felt. That may be all well and true, but it does nothing to explain the physical attraction. Sure, I found some human women attractive enough to take them to bed, but nothing more. No. This was different. I had shown her kindness and grace, something I had only done to one other, something I had promised myself I would never do again.I shake my head at the thought. I don’t like w
Demetrius“Brother, I’m so glad you came!” Avalon runs towards me and I embrace her small frame. “I can’t believe you left me here.” I look down at her and can see the emotions in her eyes. She’s upset with me, but I can’t blame her. She probably feels like I abandoned her, and in a way, I guess I have. I feel bad about that. She’s the only one who I really care about. The only one deserving of that. A little bit of light to my darkness.“I’m sorry, little angel.” I say as I rub her head lovingly knowing my words will annoy her. She frowns up at me and pouts. “Don’t call me that. I’m no angel.” That makes me laugh. I guess she’s right. She can be pretty feisty, but still she has a good heart even when she tries to hide it feeling the need to live up to the vampire name. She hasn’t had to harden it yet, and I hope she never does. As much as I want her to remain pure, I worry for her and her soft heart. I never want to see it get broken as mine has. Because I will crush the head of who
XeniaI was seriously regretting some of my life choices lately. Why had I decided to get my master’s in child psychology again? Yes, I loved the field, and working with special needs children was so rewarding, but the study itself was challenging, not to mention the class schedule was completely outrageous. I’m barely able to stay afloat. I guess in order to obtain your degree, you aren’t allowed to have any type of social life. I shouldn’t even be complaining about it, though, because this is exactly what I need to be doing, throwing myself into my studies completely. With everything that has been happening, I need a distraction. Thankfully, Mom and Dad take care of all my financials, so I don’t have to work. They know how important this is to me and I am so grateful for them. I know everyone doesn’t have it as easy.Sitting in class, I can’t help the way my mind wanders as I stare out the window. Professor Richardson’s lecture is barely audible in the background as I drift off int
XeniaI’m still in shock and fuming mad as I walk back to my car. What a complete dick. I can’t believe men like that actually exist. The girls will lose it when I tell them. Brittania would have slapped him for sure. Jezebel was fearless when it came to situations like this too. I only wish I had the balls they did. Neither of them gave too much thought about consequences, where I was more of the rational, calculated person in the friend group, you know, the one that usually ends up being the designated driver taking care of her drunk girls. There’s always that one responsible friend. I think things through and play it safe, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes it just made me feel like I couldn’t put myself out really. Being the chief’s daughter didn’t help. I felt the need to carry myself in a certain way. I would never want to embarrass my dad.I’m in such deep thought reeling about my recent encounter with Professor Dickman -- that’s his new nickname -