He huffed. “Fine. I know, I know.”
It was all in good humour. It made me laugh inside.
“Come,” he said, “let me show you something really special.”
“What the hell can be left to see?”
“Plenty,” he replied, and lifted me from the sofa with a sparkle in his eyes.
This was my first night in his Edinburgh home. I loved the tartan fabrics he had everywhere, like he was living in a regal version ofBraveheart.
“Holy fucking wow!” I said as Hans showed me into a room beyond his study for the first time.
It was quite a sight. A room full of taxidermy and artefacts from all over the world. So many animals, impalas, a tiger, a lion, a beautiful old zebra head up on the wall. So many birds of prey on plinths, all eyes on me. Some I didn’t even recognise, like snapshots on the path of evolution.
He had stones, and fossils, and a sculpture of a winged bull on his dresser, and there were old tiles framed in gold up over the fireplace.
“Whoa,” I said, doing a spin to take it all in.
“I like to preserve time,” he told me. “Maybe one day this will be a museum of the true past. Quite a relic in the making.”
“Sure looks like it.”
“It’s not just the spirits of humans who stay alive in the essence of the world,” he said. “It’s nature, too. Our world has so many kinds of life, none of them more valid than another.”
I felt that. I felt it all through my new vampire senses.
It was like a whole new ritual when he laid me down in the centre of the room, spreadeagled. He teased me and licked me and gave me the dirty bite. Those souls of past times came back to life around me, so many hearts thumping, and it was bliss, only adding to my fascination with my vampire lover and all the time ahead.
I bit him right back, took his cock into my mouth and pierced it ever so gently with my fangs, sucking both his dick and his blood at the same time.
We were both a bloody mess when he fucked me after. A writhing tangle of limbs as the heat of the room pulsed along with us. And that’s what it was, when two vampires made love – a pulse, as one, in perfect harmony, an orgasm of theheart and soul, go figure.
It was beautiful.
Hewas beautiful. My vampire lover.
“Weare beautiful,” Hans offered, his green eyes dancing with desire, my blood dripping from his chin.
He was right, of course.
He held me close, there on that rug, and our mouths met in a blood-red kiss.
Something I’d never, ever get tired of.
THE END