My senses sharpen as I head in the direction of the smell. Down the stairs, through the kitchen that hasn’t ever been used, and into the grand hall.
The scent becomes overwhelming. It fills my lungs and leaves a trail of warmth burning through my cold body.
I step into the room and gasp when I see her tied to the beam.
My stomach growls for her virgin blood as my mind spins and races for explanations that aren’t coming.
What is she doing here? Why is she tied up?
Those are the questions I should be asking, but all I can do is stare at her in awe.
Her long blonde hair falling onto her slim shoulders is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her face is petite with delicate features and wide blue eyes that are looking around in panic.
She hasn’t spotted me yet. I’m standing in the shadows, staring intensely at her.
My fangs are on fire. They’re burning with need.
Six long years since I’ve tasted blood and they’re making me pay for every day I made them wait.
The scent of her virgin blood is filling the room and swirling around me. My mouth waters and I can almost taste the thick velvety metallic warmth of it.
But there’s another hunger stirring inside me.
It’s not just her virgin blood that I crave. It’s her.
Her helpless body with the deadly curves is tempting me in a big way.
She looks so alive. Those rosy red cheeks. Those fertile hips. She looks so warm. So soft.
My cock starts to harden as I imagine tearing her jeans and sweater off and seeing the beautiful body she has hidden underneath those ugly modern clothes.
I want to taste her blood while I sink my hard cock into her tight little pussy.
The thought shakes me to the core. It stuns me as I lean back against the wall and stare with my body trembling.
Almost three centuries on this planet has not prepared me for this moment. Nothing could.
How can you prepare yourself for the moment you lay your eyes on perfection? How could decades of endless boredom ready you for the thrill of seeing the most stunning creature ever created?
I’m disoriented and dizzy as I try to memorize every blonde curl and gorgeous line in her face. If I live another thousand years, I’ll be dreaming of her image for every single second of it.
I have to memorize it all. Every breathtaking detail. Every stunning feature.
She makes some muffled sounds as she looks up at the ceiling.
The protective instinct in me that has been dormant since I was turned comes raging back with a vengeance. I need to have her in my arms. I need to shield her, shelter her, guard her from harm.
But how can I do that when I’m the most dangerous thing in the world to her?
The cruel conflicting thoughts spiral through me as I squeeze my hands into fists.
I’ll have to be strong for her. I’ll have to fight my primal urges every second. It will be torture. It will be agony. But being without her will be even worse. So, I know that I have no choice.
I must have her by my side.
A tear emerges from her bright blue eye and snakes down her cheek over the duct tape that’s covering her mouth.
Strong urges begin to fill me. The urge to survive, to live, to thrive. They all come racing back like rough ocean waves crashing on the rocks of my despair. I didn’t realize how empty I was until now. How much I was longing for more. For love. For affection. For someone to share the burden of existence with.
Now existence doesn’t seem like a burden. It feels like a gift.
This is why I’ve been alive and kicking for almost three centuries. To bring me to this moment.
The moment when I first lay eyes on her.
In this moment, I know I could live another ten thousand years with this beauty by my side.
I shake my head, clearing my mind as I survey the situation. She’s tied up.
It’s probably a trap, but I don’t care.
I could fight through an army to keep her safe. The smell of her warm innocent blood is giving me more strength than I know what to do with.
With my body tingling, I step out of the shadows and go to her.
My girl’s gorgeous blue eyes widen when she spots me. She locks eyes on me and doesn’t blink as I go to her.
Her tears stop and the fear in her eyes vanish as I step up to her. Her intoxicating smell swirls into my nostrils and warms my frigid body. I’ve never felt so alive.
My cock is as hard as the stone walls around us as I gently run the back of my hand down her cheek. Her eyes widen in shock. Probably from the cool hardness of my skin. I feel warmer than I have in a long time, but I’m still a cold-blooded monster. At least that’s what I must feel like to a human.