Chapter 62 - A new taste

**Ambrogios pov**

I lie in bed with a new satisfying feeling inside and think back on the evening and the night that was.
“ After standing out here for most of the night, you’re leaving without saying hi? Or goodbye for that matter..” her voice was as melodic as I remembered, and when I turn and look at her I can swear she is more beautiful then the last time I saw her.
“I apologize, I don’t want to disturb, it looks like you are waiting for someone.”
“ I did, I have been waiting for you to come inside for quite a while now.” She narrows her eyes at me.
“Is that so?..” I slowly walk against her and I feel a smile on my lips “ Well, in that case, I would hate do disappoint you.”
“ You better not..” She answers my smile, step aside and hold the door for me to pass.
The glow from the candles on the table is reflected in her eyes, making them look warmer than usual. She sips her wine before setting the glass down.
“ So, will you tell me about it?” She ask
“Tell you about what?
“ What it is that weighs you down. I can see your aura, it’s gloomier than usual “
“ You can see my aura?..Thats impressive! What does it look like?” I take my glass and let the tasteless wine warm my chest, enjoying listening to her voice.
“ On a normal day..well, the times you have been her before, its dark..like a really bad thundercloud..and its heavy, a normal person could never wear it. Take a human for example. If a human is born with or develops such an aura, they will end up in a mental hospital, crushed into insanity under the weight..probably after committing some terrible crime. That’s how I understood who you were..No one else could carry it but the origin of the greatest evil on earth..” She holds my eyes, letting her words linger.
“ How about Hitler? Do you think I’m more evil than him?” Is this really happening? Am I comparing my self to Hitler? In hope she will say I’m better than him?
She lets out a small laugh and toss her hair over her shoulder, exposing her slender neck at the same time..I bite the inside of my cheek and try hard not to look at the pulsing carotid.
“ You could stop drinking blood and eat carrots for eternity, it wouldn’t matter..Ok, I will try to explain this to you. You are the Origin..the father of vampires, your children roams the world..their sins are not only their own..their sins are added to yours and through that, to your aura.”
I think about what she said in silence for a little while. I know I’m pretty much evil personified...but the thought of not being able to change that suddenly feels very depressing. As if she can feel what I feel she reach out and take my hand a cross the table. Her skin is warm and soft against mine and for the first time I notice her slender fingers. Her nails is cut short, just leaving a few millimeters, the edge is white and clean. She turn my hand around and start drawing circles in my palm, it tickles a little and it makes me smile. What an odd feeling, I haven’t been tickled since I was a boy.
“ So, will you tell me about it? Your day..”
Should I?..Should I tell her about what happened at Great Falls pack? Her pack of sorts..should I tell her about the sins that was added to my aura? About the girl named Hope and that she is my oldest enemy reincarnated..kind of. About the war I would want to avoid but after the latest events wouldn’t be able to?..
I draw a deep breath and close my hand around her fingers, holding on to her warmth for just a little longer before I start.
I start at the beginning, with Mateivia and Mateus, my travels across the land..my time with her great grandmother Zandra..the real version, not the romanticized one she grew up with. I told her about my fathers wrath and the curse he laid upon me. The battles I fought with Aayla, Naomi, Abigail, Myra and Theresa and how I normally longed for it every time I got back..except for this one.. this time was different, but this time I wouldn’t have to search for Luna or a battle, this time she would hunt me down, late events had seen to that..I even told her about my..obsession with Zandra, my feelings for her great grandmother would probably make her realize how twisted I am.
I look into her eyes, a few tears has escaped and found their ways down her cheeks.
“ How about now? Are you still not afraid? Do you still not find me scary?” I can hear the insecurity and self-loathing in my voice, as if she could now see me as nothing but an abomination, a disgusting cold-blooded monster. She sit quiet for a little while.
“No..I am not afraid and no, I don't find you scary..do you want to know what I see in you? What I find in you? “ she ask, still holding my hand..I cant get a word out so I just nod. She lets go of my hand and move our glasses and the candles out of the way, then she actually climb the table. I look at her surprised when she scoots over and sit at the table in front of me, her feet on each side of my thighs, locking me in. She then takes my face in her hands, her thumbs moving first to stroke my eyebrows, making them relax and erasing the frown on my face. Her warm palms against my cheeks is making me relax and I close my eyes..decide just to give in to what ever it is she is doing. She continues caressing parts of my face, my nose bone, my cheekbones, my temples..she lets one finger travel feather-lightly over my lips before she begins.
“I see a man very unfairly treated by life. Where others would have turned the cheek and accepted the unfortunate lot life dealt them, the man instead took matters into his own hands, shaped his own destiny and challenged the Gods to stop him. Where others see a merciless killer, I see a loving father. People never judge the lion because of the antelope she tears apart on the savanna, no, they judge her by how she protects her cubs.. Does the thought of your feelings for my..for Zandra..make me react negatively..yes they do..but I’m not one to back down from a challenge, because I know, I feel it in my bones..she’s not the one you’re meant to be with.”..the last words leaves her lips in a whisper, but I hear them load and clear. I open my eyes and look in to hers. I move my hands to her calves, stroking them a couple of times before I pull her down in my lap, making her straddle me in the tight space between my body and the table. We are so close, closer that ever before. Her body is pressed against mine, her hands leave my face and goes through my hair and then back around my neck. She leans her forehead against mine, the tip of our noses is touching. My hands is still on her legs and I let them wander up, from her calves to her thighs, I let them rest for a few seconds on her hips, squeezing a little, making sure she is real, that she is really this close.Further up to her waist, to the small of her back, my hands is exploring her body. When I reach her neck, I feel her skin and her warm pulsating blood under my fingers. Normally this is the moment when my thirst would take over, I would have placed my bite precisely there, in the rich carotid . My thumb caresses the skin over it, before my hand wanders up to her chin. I tilt her head a little and I can’t resist anymore, so I crash my lips against hers. It only takes a few seconds before she parts her lips, inviting me in. Our tongues collide, wressel and dance as our hands roams each other’s bodies at the same pace. I suddenly notice something, my breath catches in my throat and every cell in my body works to confirm that it is true. I take her face in my hands and gently separate us. My tongue licks my lips as I take a light and careful breath. Could it really be true? Am I imagining it? Could I even do that? She looks at me..questioning with a worried look..but all I can do is smile..a low laugh of happiness slips from my lips and she looks even more questioning.
“ I can taste you!” I laugh again. “ I can fucking taste you! Spring-honey, you taste like honey!” I say and takes her lips again, eating up a giggle that leaves her, revel in the taste of honey, a taste that isnt blood.
Our kisses gets more heated and more intense, I know she can feel me react as she is straddling me. I want her so bad, but I cant take her here, on the tabel in front of those big windows..well I could..but I won't.
“My apartment is upstairs..” she pants
“ Are you sure you want me to follow you there?” I ask and carefully kiss her neck. Come to think of it, its probably the first time I have asked a woman that.
She climbs of my lap and struggles a little to leave the tight space in the booth. Standing up she holds out her hand for me to take, and I do.
The apartment is big for a woman to live alone in, so I assume its her childhood home. She don't give me any time to explore it as she drags me in to her bedroom. When we lock lips again, we let go of every restrains we had down stairs. She unbuttons my shirt as I pull her sweater over her head, leaving her in a bra in front of me, I kiss her again while unbuttoning it with one of my hand as I pull it of her with the other. She presses her body against mine and I feel her full breast against my naked torso. My hands goes to the edge of her jeans leggings and I slowly push them down, following after with kisses to her neck, her breasts..oh I could kiss them for hours..down her belly. I’m on my knees in front of her, taking of her shoes before getting rid of her pants and her underwear. She is now completely naked in front of me and what a sight it is.
“ You are beautiful..” I say and tilt my head up to look at her.
She pulls me up to her level and back against he bed and at the same time she unbuttons my pants, I help her get rid of them before we fall on to the mattress. There is no room for foreplay, she spreads her legs and I enter her, slow at first but the heat between us demands more, so I go faster, harder, fueled by the moans leaving her mouth. As I feel her come undone under me I let my self go and follow her over the edge.