Vampires

Yolie:

During the early morning I had a dream. I dreamed Alex came into my room, took me in his arms, and led me to a black armored car. We went out in a caravan of three identical vehicles. We were in the second car.
During our journey, I went lying on the back seat of the vehicle, my head resting on my beloved’s muscular thigh while he stroked my hear.
Oh yeah. I love him. Desperately.
I keep the secret while I am awake, holding back the thought. But now that I’m sleep, I'm free to think it and feeling it and saying it.
My dreamed Alex doesn't surpass the Alex of my reality. They are exactly the same. He takes me in his arms and carries me up the jet ladder. We take off and I sleep, snuggle in his arms and against his chest savoring that I have all to myself.


Alex:
I got her out of bed and carried her away.
She didn't even noticed. The episode she experienced on the beach left her exhausted. We are back in Villa Philipides and my beautiful witch sleeps, oblivious to the great changes that have taken place in the last few hours.

Yolie:

I wake up in a daze. When I open my eyes I get instantly stunned. At what point have we returned to the Villa? Getting out of bed I see I’mstill wearing the negligee I went to sleep in last night.
My bedroom door opens and Alex comes in. He is dressed in white and barefoot. I wrinkle my brow. I had gotten so used to seeing him wear more casual clothes that the resurrection of this dressing style seems strange to me.
—Good morning,gorgeous. I thought you would like to have breakfast in bed. - He smiles, placing the tray on the bedside table.

Oh, this brings back memories.
—Thank you. - I whisper. Alex walks up to me, takes my face between his hands and kisses me, giving me a chaste peck which makes me snarl.
—You are insatiable. - He protests with feigned indignation.- Be good and eat it all. If you do, I will reward you.
My mouth waters not because of breakfast, but because of his promise of reward.
Sitting on the bed, I bring the tray closer and breathe in relief when I see that breakfast consists of a couple of pieces of toast, butter, a slice of ham, and a glass of apple juice. I eat it all quickly but with care to chew properly so as not to get indigested. Alex has climbed onto the bed and is leaning on his side watching me eat. I wipe my mouth with the napkin, put the lid on the tray and jump on him.
He laughs like a teenager.
—You want to already? - he asks, widening his eyes.- You must wait a little, a few minutes at least, otherwise you might get sick.
I roll my eyes, climbing up onto his body, positioning myself on his hips. Oh, but he's already excited! His erection is hard against and playful against my pelvis.

—What happened last night? Why have we returned so soon? What decision did the coven make? - I fire quickly.
—Last night you were so tired I got you on the jet and you didn't even protest. We have returned because... I could no longer bear that we had our time counted. The original plan was to stay in Athens for five days but I managed to speed things up a bit. - He intertwines his fingers with mine, sniffing my neck.- Have I told you how mouthwatering you are in the mornings?

Oh no. I haven't even brushed my teeth!

I get off him, running to the bathroom, bumping on the carpet on the way and almost falling to the floor. I brush my teeth at lightning speed, wash my face and intimates parts and go back to the room. I grunt. Alex is gone.
I sit on the coquette and put on my glasses. Right on top of it are my cell phone, the container for the contact lenses and the chest that contains the star stone. I open the latter and put the necklace on.
I go to the closet and snort when I see that those stupid togas are still there. I change my clothes and throw myself back on the bed, taking my glasses off, yawning. I'm sleepy. It's my last thought before falling asleep.

000

—Wake up, magissa mou. I have come to reward you.- Alex whispers in my ear and I get goose bumps. Opening my eyes, I grin.
He claims my mouth slowly, covering my body with his and caressing my hips. He sticks his lips to my neck and I bolt upright on the bed.
—What is it? - He asks alarmed.
—There's something I've wanted to ask you for days.- I whisper.
—Yes?
—Alex, what kind of vampire are you?
He looks at me with a frown.
—I am of the only kind of vampires there are, mikrí mou magissa.
—But Alex there are many versions and things that don't fit. You aren't supposed to tolerate the sun, yet you went out with me for a walk in the middle of the day when we were in Athens.

He caresses my face with the edge of his hand. His gaze is tender, he looks at me tenderly as if I were a little girl.
—Our death by sun is a myth we spread, so that humans would think they were safe during day time. After all, we are supposed to be demonic and nocturnal creatures.
—What about garlic intolerance?
—Pure bullshit.
—Would it kill you if someone put a stake through your heart?
He laces his fingers with mine, placing my palm on his chest right where his heartbeat should be.
— No precious. What is already dead cannot be killed.
—What if you were cremated?
—My molecules would come back together. It would be useless.
—Decapitation?
He raises an eyebrow.
—Didn't you see Marié? She doesn't even keeps a scar from her encounter with Madame the Guillotine.
—Silver bullets?
He laughs
—No. - Looks at me with narrowed eyes.-Why are you so inquisitive, mhm? Are you planning to try and assassinate me?
I avoid his eyes.
— I've thought about it. - I confess.-. But it seems that sticking a dagger into your bloodsucking heart would only enrage you.
He smiles and shakes his curls with his left hand, leaning over and searching for my mouth but I pull away.
— What's wrong little witch? Don't you want me? - He bites his lip, slightly opening his mouth provocatively.
I swallow hard.

Oh, the day I don't want him I'll be dead.

—Of course I want you. It's just... it's... I hope our... relationship is more than just wild sex.
—Wild sex, eh?- He purrs against my hair.
—I'd like to get to know you a little better.
Alex snorts.
— To know me, precious? You know me better than anyone.
I wrinkle my brow. That isn't true.
— If you are dead aren't you supposed to be cold and hard like corpses?
—One thing is what is supposed and another is reality. You see, when we consume blood it is synthesized in our bodies and helps us to camouflage ourselves as best as possible. It generates the pink on our cheeks, the red on our lips and the pleasant temperature on our skin. But since we are dead we don't inhale or exhale oxygen and our hearts don't beat.
—Do you have powers?
— Powers?
— Yes. I mean, can you fly, transform into animals, see the future, or control human feelings?
— No. Our abilities were greatly exaggerated by Bram Stocker. Vlad is very... picky. Imagine, he wasn't going to allow someone to write some kind of biography about him without getting his claws into it. He posed himself as the historian Radu Florescu and attended the interview with the writer. Also, the Twilight saga greatly exaggerated our prowess. We can really only run fast, faster than any other being on earth, so much so that sometimes the human eye is not able to capture us and it seems like we appear out of nowhere and we also have the ability of compulsion.
—However, you can hear my thoughts.
— I was capable, not anymore.
—What? When did you stop listening to me?
—The same moment you put this around your neck.- he says, touching the golden chain that holds the star stone with his index finger .

So he doesn't know... he doesn't know how I really feel about him. Whoa, that’s a relief.

—Why were you able to hear my thoughts? - I ask, tangling my fingers in his frizzy hair and caressing his scalp.

— I have a theory. - He closes his eyes and sighs. - Whenever I shared my blood with someone, that person died and underwent the transformation. In your case it didn't happen like that, you survived and that created a kind of mental link between us.
—How did you manage to get into my dreams? You don't sleep, so how...?
—When you sleep, your mind relaxes. It is as if a wall fell slowly. I got into your dreams because I wanted you to get used to me, to physical contact with me, to my face. I figured that would make it easier for you to adjust in case it became necessary to bring you here.
I make a face at him.
— In case it was necessary kidnaping me.- I correct him. He shrugs, it doesn't matter to him. - And this thing? This intense attraction that exists between us?
— I think ... it has the same root as our mental bond. I gave you my blood and I have drunk yours that has generated the complex attraction that we feel for each other. Saved your life and that has made you mine ... I don't know. Unlike the mental bond this has grown exponentially.- takes my hand and trace the lines of my palm, I feel again a sensation of Dejavú.
— When I drank your blood for the first time, you weren't the only one who lost consciousness, that night I slept and dreamed for the first time in millennia.
—I just had the feeling you had already done this. I mean tracing the lines of my hands with your fingers.
—You're right. I’ve done it before, in Cuba. While you were in a coma I didn't have the heart to stay away from you. I was also afraid that Jeanne would come back and finish the job.
I bite my lip.
—Were you following me? Did you keep an eye on me these past three years? Sometimes I felt like someone was watching me.
— It wasn't me, but you were. I ordered some of my subjects to keep you safe. I couldn't keep an eye on you 24/7 so I entrusted this task to several converts loyal to me. They would report back to me about your life and send me photos of you and of the people you interacted with most often, from time to time.
Pushing my hair away from my face he kiss my cheek.
Jum! I know very well what he is trying to do, he seeks to cajole me with his kisses and with his touch, I am convinced that he wants to fuck me but I need him to answer all the questions I have been asking myself.
—Why can't I leave the Villa. That Jeanne person could walk in through an open window and kill me easily in my sleep.
—No. She can't enter this place. Unless someone who is already inside invites her in - he growls.
I frown.
—Is it like that for everyone? Can't you go inside new places unless you are given permission?
— Precisely, that’s why we keep human servants who avoid us many setbacks.
—You told me to be careful with the members of your coven that they might have tried to drink from me. Do vampires like O negative blood that much?
Alex groans in frustration. He wants to kiss me, he wants to touch me more intimately, but I won't let him. Not yet at least.
— Blood types are like different kinds of wine for us, the AB being a cheap wine with a barely bearable taste, while O negative is like the most exquisite champagne.
— So, people's ''taste" depends on their blood type?
He sticks the tip of his tongue in my ear making me tremble.
—Not necessarily, but it has a lot to do with it. Look, the best way I can explain it is that every human being has his or her own essence. Its own scent. Yours is nice like many. You smell like strawberry shortcake.
I lough.

Jeez, I'm a strawberry shortcake!
—But, I already told you, each person is different, there are humans who have very high levels of evil and that ruins their scents so to speak. There are some that even stink of rotten.

Mhm?

He takes a bundle of my hair in his hand and forces me to look at him.
—You are special for more than one reason, mikrí mou magissa. You smell good, but you taste even better. I think ... it's a kind of defense mechanism, your scent is pleasant but it's not one that drives the vampire who sniffs you crazy with thirst.- he murmurs sniffing my neck.
—Why isn't the mark of your fangs left on the skin of my neck every time you bite me? – I barely stammer.
— We are very sophisticated predators. Our fangs have a substance that acts as an anticoagulant, however our tongue
Jeez, I'm a strawberry shortcake!
—But, I already told you, each person is different, there are humans who have very high levels of evil and that ruins their scents so to speak. There are some that even stink of rotten.

Mhm?

He takes a bundle of my hair in his hand and forces me to look at him.
—You are special for more than one reason, mikrí mou magissa. You smell good, but you taste even better. I think ... it's a kind of defense mechanism, your scent is pleasant but it's not one that drives the vampire who sniffs you crazy with thirst.- he murmurs sniffing my neck.
—Why isn't the mark of your fangs left on the skin of my neck every time you bite me? – I barely stammer.
— We are very sophisticated predators. Our fangs have a substance that acts as an anticoagulant, however our tongue not only contains taste buds, we have other taste buds in it. They are responsible for secreting a substance that inhibits the anticoagulant that our fangs inject and that also acts as a fast healing agent. So ... a couple of licks and voila, there is no evidence of our misdeeds. - he smiles.
—What... - I swallow hard... - does my blood taste like, Alex?
He moans, kissing my jaw seductively.
—Oh, I couldn't describe it. I could only compare it to lust. Pure and undiluted lust and magic.
I get goose bumps.
—When I drink from you, fireworks explode on my tongue, shooting stars fall on my mind and I burn. I already told you precious, you are made of fire.
I’m not able to resist him anymore. I give him my mouth and my body.