Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire

…Anastasia POV…

Sebastian and I are standing in the kitchen while Elloise is keeping an eye over Zachariah. I move towards him, slide my arms on his waist, and chuck my hands in his back pockets. He looks at me with a sweet smile on his face. He loves it when I touch him so intimately, as he calls it. Yes, there is the danger of someone dying, but we can, in the depths of deep darkness, still express our love for each other.

He slowly lowers his head and rests his lips softly against mine; from under his breath, he softly whispers, "I love you."

It brings butterflies to my stomach every time he says it, "And I love you even more than I did a moment ago."

"Well, that cannot even near to be possible, for a moment ago, it was me loving you more."

"Always the wise ass. Now, do you think that we shall be able to enjoy some quiet time after this ordeal?"

"Now that is something that we definitely can seek. But our first point of business, what shall we do with another little problem?"

"Oh, the problem that is disgustingly covered herself in pink. Now, Sebastian, please do not tell me that your favorite color is pink."

"My dear beloved, it is only that deep red of your lips that captures my imagination."

"And the red of these stilettos?"

"Oh, those I am ripping off the moment I set you down on the bed."

"Now, Mr. Belmont, this body is still tender; there shall be no fooling around."

He looks at me with that undeniable passion in his eyes and takes his hands to the small of my back. Gently he pulls my hair away from my neck and lays a gentle kiss on my soft, delicate skin.

"My beloved, I promise that I shall never leave you again."

"And me too, my love, Sebastian, from now until forever, there shall not be one moment that we shall ever be apart.

And then, if the most imperfect timing, Elloise steps into the kitchen, rather loudly clearing her throat, "Zachariah is has awakened, Anastasia, he is asking for you."

Without hesitating, I leave Sebastian and Elloise behind in the kitchen and rush to Zachariah's side.

"Oh, Zachariah, please tell me that you are feeling healed?"

"I have never felt greater, Anastasia; I shall forever be in both of your debt. Where is that stubborn man? I wish to thank him before I start driving him insane."

I  go to call for Sebastian, but I do not find him or Elloise where I left them. "Sebastian. Sebastian. Where are you?" I run to the outside, and I do not find them there. I raise my voice rather louder than before. "Sebastian! Sebastian!" I burst through the door and enter the house once again; frantically, I run from each room, desperately trying to find where Sebastian is. "Sebastian. Sebastian." Just then, Zachariah appears in the last room, where I find myself huddled on the floor, where I stay in turmoil until my heart breaks from my chest. "Anastasia, what is wrong?"

"I can't find him. He is gone. She is gone. I know that she has taken him. I just know it. I have never trusted her for one second. Zachariah, will you please help me look for him?"

With a frantic race, we find our way back to my home, where Edward is sitting in the common room, just finishing off a meal. He looks at my face and senses the dread that followed me in from through the door.

"Anastasia, what is the matter?"

"I can't find Sebastian; she has taken him."

"Who, who has taken him?"

"Elloise, she was there helping us save Zachariah, but the moment I left him alone with them, they disappeared into thin air."

Edward gasps, for he knows the way that her love runs deep for him. "Have you gone to the forest?"

"Yes, Zachariah and I just came from there."

"Zachariah?"

"Yes, he is alive." Just then, he steps out from behind the wall where he was standing, for he would have taken Edward down if he had to see him kill an innocent kill in front of his eyes.

"Do you know where she took him?"

"No, not even her closest confidant knows where she is."

Edward stands for several moments in uncomfortable silence; I can see the trouble in his eyes, "Anastasia, where do we even begin?"

…Sebastian POV…

"My beloved. I am somewhere in a small room in Paris. It has been twelve hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty seconds since I have vanished. I have spent my time in the very same chair for what seems like endless hours, hoping that somehow this spell shall fade away. I hope that I shall catch a glimpse of you down at the bottom of the streets desperately looking for me. Any sane person would have given up by now, but I know that you will never stop to try and find me. You are a part of what makes me this man, your bond with me shall never die.

Even though I do not wish to be in this place, it is peaceful, and in these quiet moments when she is not around, I can sit and think of you while I write the words in my heart to you. Regardless of my constant silence, the moment that I speak, I drive her beyond insane as I speak your name. I think that she is about to throw me off the Eiffel Tower if I say your name one more time.

Between you and me, that is the only way that I will finally get away from her. You are forever carved into my heart, in my soul and she would have to kill me before I give up on you. She shall have to kill me before I would ever lay so much as a finger on her.

She has taken me to wander the streets, to see the beauty that fills this City of Lights. The City of Love. I know that you would love it here. One day, when we find ourselves back in each other's arms, I will bring you here. We will get lost in the city that is known for its romantic ambiance. One day I will make this trip with you.

For what seems like one too many days away from you, she took me to see such things as the Eiffel Tower, Versailles Palace, Sacre Coeur and lastly to the Notre Dame Cathedral. She believes that is she takes me to the places that present everything that encompass Paris that we shall find ourselves as being a romantic couple. That we are meant for each other. That this City of Love shall bring us closer together.

Every night as she takes her rest, I am reminded of the sweet scent of lily and vanilla that has so drawn me to you. I find myself seeking it between the millions of woman that roam these street. Not for one minute do I regret choosing you as my eternity. I broke my promise, and in doing so, I ripped us in half.

My beloved, I am so sorry, I should have known that she would have deceived me.

I know that after everything, after all this, my words are worthless, but I have to believe that there is a chance that we shall be together again. Please, please, I need you to find me.

For now, I have to go; she has come back. Please, I ask once again, please come find me. If not, I miss you, my beloved. Maybe one day you will find this letter in your hand. But until then, please remember, no matter the distance, my heart will always find yours, and I will love you with everything that I am. With all my love, for an eternity, Love Sebastian."

…Anastasia POV…

We have been sitting for an hour; in fact, it has been twelve hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty seconds since he has vanished. We have no idea where she could have taken him. We are hoping that it is close, but knowing her, she would take him to the last place that we would expect. But that thought is still not very reassuring. That does not give us a starting point, least not a clue or even a direction to head him.

The loss, not having him here, is tearing my heart to pieces slowly and with the most unbearable pain. I so want to get mad at him for leaving me again. But I know it is not him, and if he could, he would come home to find me. I cannot even begin to think about how helpless he must be; he must be hopeless that someone is not going to find him. Well, my love, I will turn this earth over and over again until I find you. There is no distance that shall ever keep us apart.

Once I have composed my sad broken heart, I return to Edward and Zachariah, which with a new determination, look at me. We will not stop, not day or night; there will be no end until we have found where she is keeping him. Then Edward looks at me; he has just ended a call with one of her old lovers, with certainty; he speaks, "I think we have found him."

"Please hold on, my love; we are coming for you."