Chapter 33

Ann pushed him aside before fastening her bra again followed by the buttons of her shirt and zipping her jacket up. Ann looked for her stockings and shoes, “why do you have to make things complicated?”
“It is not complicated. I like you and I want you to be my wife but I,” Michael started to explain but Ann interrupted him.
“Your wife? I am eighteen!” Ann laughed, putting on her stockings.
Michael took her shoes and kneeled at her feet, slipping them onto her feet, “I know but one day.”
Ann looked at him, putting on her shoes for her, and smiled while thinking, ‘perhaps he won’t make a bad husband, being under my control and all.’
“I know you like me, and we can turn it into love if you allow it,” Michael said, looking up at her, placing a hand on each of her sides.
Ann cooped his face, “I am way too young to settle.”
“I know. So, I will let you explore your feelings for Paris and when you have him out of your system, I will make you mine, forever,” Michael said, before standing up.
‘Forever?’ Ann thought to herself, ‘what does forever look like?’ She looked at Michael standing up.
“You are the vampire king now, right?” Ann asked.
“Something like that,” Michael laughed, feeling that it was not right for a man to be a King without a Queen or two, to guide him.
“Then you can change to rules to make me a vampire?” Ann asked.
“If you demand me, I will have to deny you which means you will end up letting me burn for eternity because I won’t be able to rule on your demand,” Michael warned her, fearing of what she might do next.
“Why not?” Ann asked, stubbornly.
“For starters, you have not yet had a child,” Michael said.
“I am eighteen. What if I don’t want children?” Ann questioned.
“If you want to be a vampire under my rule then the first step is to have a child,” Michael said.
“And the second?” Ann asked with a frown between her brows.
“You must be married to a Vampire or Supernatural for 100 years,” Michael said.
“100 years?!” Ann exclaimed.
“Or be part of a Vampire nest or stay at the council for 300 years. That is the former council rule, and I am sticking to it,” Michael explained.
“I will be dead by then!” Ann said, angry and tempted to order him to allow her to be a Vampire sooner than later.
“Well at least I have altered it to the 100 years of marriage,” Michael said with a smile.
“What if I am married to you? Surely the Vampire King’s wife should be a Vampire as well?” Ann asked.
“I will consider it when you give birth to our first child,” Michael said, picking her up and speeding back to school. As they near the school Michael put her down.
“Why are you stopping here?” Ann asked confused as there are still a few 100 meters to cover.
“Kids are in the hallways,” Michael said, walking next to her.
When they reached the inside of the building everyone was busy making their way over to their various sports activities.
“What got you into swimming?” Michael asked.
“Can’t you see that when you drink from me?” Ann asked with a chuckle.
“Sure, if I am looking for it. You should know by now how it works. When you drink from a Vampire and see us, is the same as when a Vampire drink from you; we have to look for what we want to see,” Michael explained.
“See you later,” Ann said, coming to a halt in front of her locker to get her swimsuit, cap, and goggles.
Michael made his way over to the pool to watch and found him a spot on the pavilion.
He watched Shysie pretending to swim as fast as she can, staying just a little bit ahead of Jessica and Ann. ‘I should tell Shysie she is not allowed to swim faster than Ann, it is not fair to Ann,’ Michael thought as he knew how important swimming was to Ann.
“Good afternoon, King,” Paris greeted, sitting next to Michael, followed by Wynn.
“Just Michael,” Michael corrected him.
“So, you and Ann?” Wynn asked the qeustioned that he knew was on Paris mind.
“Not yet but getting there. She is mine so the both of you better not pursue her,” Michael told them off.
“Your wish is our command,” Wynn said sarcastically.
“Arnt you into Jessica?” Michael asked.
“She belongs to a real king,” Wynn said.
“Real King? I didn’t ask your so-called real king to make me a king; hell I didn’t even accept the title,” Michael said.
“Sure,” Wynn snorted not scared of Michael one bit.
“Deacon told me there is a way to block one’s mind from others. Tonight, you will take me to the enchantress,” Michael said, his eyes on Ann.
“Why?” Paris asked.
“None of your business,” Michael said. ‘I cannot have Ann see that I told you off, Mr. Lover-boy,’ Michael thought to himself.
“Enchantresses are dangerous. Why not asks Mr. Ondrink to help you instead,” Wynn suggested.
“A Shaman can accomplish the same result?” Michael asked.
“Kind off,” Wynn said, not really sure but all he knew was that it was best to stay clear of enchantresses, ‘besides, who says Theldosia was even still alive?’ Wynn wondered, thinking back at his encounter with a Romani, gypsy enchantress about 100 years ago, still not really sure what happened inside her apartment.
“Kind-off? not good enough,” Michael said. “Paris, be sure to tell your girlfriend that she is not allowed to swim faster than Ann, it is not fair,” Michael said, standing up and walking over to where he saw Ann put her towel.
“Who the f*ck does he think he is?” Paris asked, clearly upset. ‘So again, I cannot have Ann. What does it matter, it is not as if she wants me,’ Paris thought to himself, standing up and turning to leave when he ssaw Michael pulling Ann out of the pool, putting the towel around her.
“Where are you going?” Wynn asked, still sitting.
“I had enough watching the woman I love with others. First you and now him. I cannot exactly compete against him,” Paris said, pointing at Michael.

“You gave me the go-ahead!” Wynn protested.
“I wanted to keep her safe. I feared Shysie would kill her like he killed Soraya 900 years ago,” Paris reminded him.
“Still beats me how she got away with it,” Wynn said, his eyes on his sister that was making her way over to them.
“Come with us tonight,” Wynn suggested.
“And do what? Get tricked or killed by an enchantress? No thank you,” Paris said, walking away.
“Wait up,” Wynn said, standing up to follow him.
“Dude, I am just going to the compound. I need to feed,” Paris said.
“I will come with you,” Wynn said.
“I need some space,” Paris objected, having no plans to really go to the compound. He wanted to get out of sight and hide out until the pool was cleared so that he can sneak back for a swim. ‘Ever since he swam that first time when they arrived, he could not get enough of it. The way the water made him feel; free.
As soon as the coast was clear, Paris stripped down to nothing and dived into the pool. Paris stayed underwater, at the edge of the pool so that he won’t be spotted in case someone came by.
‘I think I had enough,’ he thought to himself, not wanting to spend another nine hundred years alone. ‘Not that I was alone for the past nine hundred years, but I don’t really consider being with Shysie as something; more like a pet, a possession,’ he argued in his head with himself.
Paris brought his palm to his mouth and was about to rip it open to allow himself to bleed to death when someone jumped into the pool. Paris opened his eyes and could see that it was a female with long black hair; she has also noticed him and was swimming towards him underwater.
Paris stayed underwater, looking at her, closing in, and was taken by surprise when she swam right up to his face, landing her lips on his and kissing him. Paris wrapped his arms around her and brought her up to the surface, her lips still locked to his.
Paris pulled away from her, “I am sorry, we cannot do this.”
“What are you talking about?” Ann asked, confused.
“I, well, um, you see,” Paris started, but not sure how to word it.
“I thought you liked me. Is this some bro-code thing now? You know I was compelled to like Wynn and to hate you?” Ann reminded him.
“I know, it is just, well,” Paris tried again.
“Urg, whatever,” Ann said, and swam away, getting out of the pool. ‘Guess Michael will be happy that Paris is no longer interested in me,’ she thought, walking to the girl’s locker rooms.
Without another thought Paris puts his palm to his mouth and ripped it open, followed by his other palm, before sinking underwater, watching the streams of blood swirling around.
Ann forgot her swimming goggles in the swimming hall and went back to get it and was horrified when she saw Paris floating in the pool with swirls of blood around him.
“Paris!” she exclaimed, jumping into the water and lifting his head above water. “Please drink from me!” she pleaded.
Ann used all her strength to get Paris out of the pools, but she was no match. Ann saw where the blood was escaping him. “Why would you do this to yourself?” she cried as she put her mouth to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth to get some of his saliva to seal up his wounds.
After managing to stop the bleeding, she put her neck to his mouth, but he does not respond.
‘How do I check if he is alive?’ she wondered as she could feel no pulse since he does not have a heart.
Ann let go of Paris so that she can use both her hands to take out one of her earrings. “This is going to hurt,” she said before dragging the edge of the back end of her earrings across the main artery in her neck, hoping that the scent of blood will wake Paris up.
Ann took hold of Paris again and put him to her neck and when she felt him sinking his fangs into her flesh, she sighed with relief.
Paris sees in Ann’s mind that she was conflicted about her feelings for him and torn between Michael and himself.
“Why did you try to kill yourself?” Ann asked when Paris stopped drinking from her.
“What does it matter? You shouldn’t have saved me,” Paris said, angry that his vampire instincts were too strong to resist blood.
“Wait,” Ann said, grabbing him by his shoulder before he could swim away.
“What do you want from me?” Paris asked, looking her dead in the face.
“Make love to me,” Ann said, forcing herself against his naked body, her lips on his.
Paris kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her body before pulling the straps of her swimsuit down to her waist.
Ann took her swimsuit the rest of the way and once out of it wrapped her legs around him.
“You are still a virgin. Are you sure you want to do this?” Paris asked, looking into her eyes.
“Yes,” Ann said, reaching down to his manhood and wrapping her hand around it, guiding it.
Paris remembered Michael's words in his head and abruptly stops, “I can’t, I am sorry,” he said before forcefully removing her from his body and swimming away.
“Why not?” Ann asked, frustrated.
“Because you belong to Michael and he is my king,” Paris said, grabbing his clothes and speeding off.
Frustrated, Ann looked around for her swimsuit and, after grabbing it, got out of the pool still naked, walking over to the girls’ locker, not caring who saw her.
Ann got home and found Ami and her mother chatting away, busy making dinner. “Hi.”
“Hi, how was your day?” Ann’s mother asked.
“Fine, Jessica was at school,” Ann said, throwing her backpack to the side.
“You know it does not go there,” her mother said with her hands on her side.
With a sigh, Ann picked her backpack up and walked up the stairs. She goes into her room and got a fright when she puts her lights on. “Alexa, lights on.”
“You will give me a heart attack!” Ann said, almost too loud, at the sight of Paris.
“Close the door,” Paris said, sitting on the windowsill.