Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire

It is another cold and rainy day; the sun tickled over the horizon but only an hour ago. But you shall not see the sun today; it shall be another day of gloom. Though gloom is not what exists between these four walls, for in my arms is a rather exhausted Anastasia. We have indeed been busy the whole night through; now, I am not a man to complain, but some of my body parts are starting to feel the strain.

One thing that truly amazes me is how she can close her eyes and drift her body to another realm. And this has me staring at her this very moment; she looks like an exquisite angel as she lies here covered in satin. The love I feel for her seems to grow day by day, and that is what forces me to get up from here to go and make sure that our love remains untouched and pure.

Much against my better judgment, I have decided against informing her of Amelia. There is a chance that she shall find out, but not if I can draw Amelia out first. So as long as Anastasia stays here, I have nothing to worry about.

Now how this shall be done, that is what we shall discuss at The Council House. I can not risk Anastasia hearing about my plan to lure an ex-lover out. We do not know what her intention is, but I can safely say that not one of us wants to find out.

So it is with a long face that I pull my body away from her warmth.

"Where are you off to Sebastian?"

"My beloved, there is some council business that I need to take care of. I won't be long, shall you wait for me here?"

"It is gloomy outside; I think I shall lay here for a while."

"Then, I shall hurry back as soon as I can."

I place a tiny butterfly kiss against her forehead and make my leave from the room. But before I step outside the door, I turn to her.

"My beloved."

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"I love you."

I watch as her face sparkle with joy at hearing these very words, and I am even more surprised that she answers me.

"I love you too."

And with that, I leave the room a very happy but also a very lucky Vampire.

Downstairs I find Edward waiting for me, ready to go, but he has an awful smile in his face, and I know exactly what the man is smiling about.

"So, I don't know if you noticed, but it was awfully noisy around here last night."

"I suggest you wipe that smile from your face Edward."

"This animal is going to slap that smirk off your face. I don't know what got into Anastasia, but my friend, I am not complaining."

It is with great effort that I fight the urge to give him some details of the things she made me do last night. But what I do definitely not mention is my moment of fear that I thought it was not Anastasia that I was doing those things too.

After standing like two smiling pawpaws for a minute, we head to his car so we may take the drive to The Council House. And it is here where we found ourselves half an hour later. We are greeted by Victor that is eagerly waiting to hear about the encounter that Anastasia had with Amelia last night.

So after filling him on the details, we all sit back with a whiskey glass in hand. The only odd thing about this scene is that the glass does not have a tot of whiskey in. In fact, Victor has requested the presence of an old lady friend who has very kindly provided the drink for today. Now I had my share last night, but I shall never say no to some human blood.

Then Edward asks the most important question of the day.

"What are we going to do about Amelia?"

...Anastasia...

So I am sitting with Zachariah discussing the decision that I have made. I know that I am taking a risk to be with Sebastian again. But the thing is that I know he loves me more than his Vampire life itself and the truth is that I love him just as much. I know that I shall not be able to live without him. And the thought of being alone for eternity does sadden me. I might have Zachariah, but he shall only be here as long as his human body always him to be.

But I know that I stand the chance of losing Zachariah if he is not happy with my decision to go back to Sebastian, and I hate to be the one to ask.

"Zachariah, do you still want nothing to do with me as a friend if I go back to Sebastian?"

"I would rather have you in my life than have to worry about what that monster is doing to you."

"You do know I am a monster too."

"No, you are just a girl that became a Vampire."

With that, Zachariah pulls me into his big arms and places my head gently against his chest. I know I should not let him do this, but I feel so insecure about my life that I need to feel a place where I once know that I was safe. And as I lay hard again at his body, I can hear how heavy he is breathing. His heart hurts just as must mine do. So I let go, and I cry my heart out again. He looks down into my eyes and takes my chin in his hands.

"I did not know that Vampires can cry?"

"Yes, about that."

I move a little closer to him, where we are sitting on the soft leather chair in his lounge.

"See, I still have my soul."

"My god Anastasia. So you are still half-human?"

"Well, if that is the way you want to see it."

"There must be a way to fix you then."

"I did not know I was broken?"

He pulls me back into his arms, and we both just laugh. I think that I might have just given Zachariah a reason to hope again. Do I not have my own scorned lover then?

...Sebastian...

So, needless to say, none of the plans that we have come up with today will ever see the light of day. There is just no way we would know when and where Amelia will show one of her faces again. So after a whole morning waisted, it is with a troubled mind that we make our way back home again. The only thing that shall give me comfort is, hopefully, still in my bed.

But as we get closer, Edward even dares to ask.

"Will I require earplugs for today."

He nearly swerves off the road as I punch him with a fraction of my power against his arm.

"My body still needs to recover, perhaps only this evening."

Well, that is just the typical answer he expects from me as he bursts out in laughter. And as soon as he stops the car, I am rushing upstairs.

And there she still is, peacefully tucked under the sheets with not an inch of clothing on, just the way I left her this morning.

So I make haste in undressing and slide behind her back. As I wrap my arms around her body, she smiles at me.

"I missed you."

"I missed you to my beloved."

...Anastasia...

As I sit in Zachariah's arms, my worries just melt away. My resolve becomes firm, I shall be with Sebastian, and I shall be with him for eternity. He promised me that none of his ex-lovers shall ever come between us again, now I know him as a man of his word even though I know that I should not count on something that is not a certainty.

And as I watch as Zachariah's heartbreak all over again, I decide that it is time to go home.

"I am going to go, but I promise to come to see you soon again."

"I would very much like that. Now can I follow you to make sure you get there safe?"

"No, I shall be fine, and I am the one they need to fear in any case."

With that, I pack my things in the car and make my way back home. And as I drive in absolute silence, the reality sets in that I shall love Sebastian forever, but I shall get hurt by him forever too. I have one scorned lover, and he has many; the fact is they shall always come. The question begs, will I allow them to ruin me like this again.

...Sebastian...

As I lay curled up behind her, it feels if I am in absolute heaven. It has never felt this way; Anastasia is different. Did the thing with Beatrix open up something deep inside of her? Last night was raw, and now it is soft again. There are two sides to the woman I love, and I am not sure which one I like the most. Guess I am a lucky man if I can have the best of both worlds.

So I let myself go and pull her even a fraction deeper into my arms.

...Anastasia...

As I pull up into the driveway, the rain starts to beat heavy down on my skin. I struggle to get my bag, which only leaves me completely drenched. So it is with absolute haste that I rush inside.

As I stand in the doorway, trying to shake the water from my hair, I hear Edward come from the kitchen. He looks at me somewhat funny, and then all of a sudden, his eyes grow wide.

I ignore him and make my way up to my room. But much to my surprise, he is following me.

I pretend that he is not behind me and continue to head for the door of my room.

Then as I reach for the doorknob, I see he is still following me. Before he makes another step, I open the door open.

...Sebastian...

I am lying peacefully in my Anastasia's arms, but then nature calls as it does. So I slip from behind her back and get off the bed. I am about to make my way to the bathroom when I am stopped dead in my tracks.

"Anastasia?"

I look back to my bed where she lays.

"Anastasia?"

It takes the presence of Edward to confirm that I am not imagining things. So as I walk to the woman that is lying naked in my bed, I immediately know that she is not my beloved.

"Amelia!"

Then I hear the real Anastasia's voice behind me.

"Amelia?"

And with that, Amelia turns into her true form.

"Hello, Sebastian."

I turn to Anastasia and then to Amelia; I have only one question that is burning a hole through my head.

"Last night?"

I stand in an agonizing minute to hear which woman I made love to.

"It was me, Sebastian."

"Thank god."

I breathe a sigh of relief now that I know that it was my beloved, but it still does not make things better, for I have a woman naked in my bed, and it is not Anastasia. But...

"Where?"

"I went to collect my things from Zachariah."

Then I think about the moment that has just now passed.

"Thank god."

I sigh in relief, knowing that I did not do a single thing to Amelia, but I am afraid that is not what Anastasia shall think.

And as I look back to Anastasia, I can see the fury glow red in her eyes. I can hear her breathing is even faster than a speed train. And she is edging closer and closer to the bed.

Is she coming towards Amelia, or is she coming towards me?

She edges even closer and closer; the rage in her is building.

Then Amelia steps off the bed, and she should not have done that, for Anastasia has now seen her naked.

She edges and edges even closer. Her fangs are exposed, and she has turned into her pure, true Vampire form.

And if it is not bad enough, Amelia comes to stand next to me to taunt Anastasia.

With one final step, Anastasia comes to a stop a mere arm's length away from me. And as she speaks, it is as if a thunderbolt hits at my feet.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You. About. Another. Scorned. Lover?"

The rage vibrates from her lips. And much to my horror, she waits for me to answer. And as I do, my words stretch in length.

"That…you…shall…kill…us…both."

Then all of a sudden, I hear a crack next to me, and as I turn, Amelia's lifeless body falls to my feet.

Next thing I feel, the claw of a Vampire draining every ounce of air from me. She slowly but surely starts to crack the bones of my neck between her long fingers. Her nails pierce into my skin, I feel the blood starting to trickle over my neck and down my chest.

I hear as my voice comes through as strangled screams.

"Anastasia, don't!"