Zoey stood in the doorframe leading from the hall with a cross bow in her hand, and let the arrow fly into Aare’s back and through his heart.
He whirled around with a jerk and tried to pull the arrow from his body but it was too late. She had pierced his heart. He fell against the door with a surprised look.
“You have haunted me for too long,” she said to a surprised Aare staring at her with a grave turned down mouth. “You have terrorized me since I was a child. You have filled my life with nightmares and you won’t any longer,” she said with a cold somber voice.
I walked to Zoey and pulled the crossbow out of her hand, and when I took the arrow from Aare’s heart he fell crumpling into my arms and died.
Although I had Ryan’s soul coursing through me, I could not find a tear of remorse.
Zoey stood looking at him and then to me. She had no regrets and she stood there cold and still. I took her into my arms and held her close to me. “Ryan is dead isn’t he?” She said.
“Yes. I need to take you away from here after I burn Ryan and Aare’s body. We can go to Terry’s and stay there for a while until we can find a place of our own,” I said to her.
“Did Ryan ask you?” She paused, “to take his blood.”
“He begged me to do it.”
“Will he be like you?”
“He didn’t want that?” She pondered what I had said and then she smiled at me and I brought her to my chest and she lay her head on it as she had done many years before when she had been afraid of the dark.
“What are we going to do about Samantha?” She said her eyes looking upward to me.
“She’s dead. We don’t have to worry about her again.” Zoey let out a faint breath.
***
It took over a month for Zoey to become herself again and then she started to smile. A wide beaming smile where her eyes lit up. I tried to be what she wanted me to be. I took her for long walks and smiled more often. I felt almost human with Ryan’s blood pumping through my body. I knew because of him and Zoey, I had discovered a soul and I knew what that meant. I had to live up to the goodness of this man.
Zoey and I shared a bed together during constant nights which lasted ten weeks. I didn’t want her away from me and she needed to feel safe in my arms, but I didn’t know if she needed me to make love to her.
She turned over to face me and said, “How long are you going to wait to fuck me?” That’s when I knew she was my Zoey.
I leaned over her. “You’re beautiful. I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“Of course you haven’t. I’m pregnant. So get used to me now because very soon you won’t be able to recognize me. I will be a blimp and you will want to know what happened to me.”
“I will never feel that way.”
“Give it a few months and we’ll see.” I lay over her as she smiled at me. I began to smile. She placed her finger under my cheekbone.
“You have dimples. I didn’t know vampires have dimples,” she said giggling.
“There are so many things you don’t know about vampires and now you are going to learn. Zoey wrapped her arms around my neck and caressed my shoulders with her small hands. I relaxed and leaned in to kiss her.
My lips quivered over her mouth out of nervousness. I couldn’t help question, would she love me forever? Her mouth opened and I let my tongue fall into her mouth and she sucked it hard. Pulling away from her, I stared because I couldn’t believe that I would ever be with her like this. I placed my face in her hair to kiss her neck and I felt the warmth and throb of her heart beat.
That part of me who wanted to make love to her the way I yearned, with my teeth into her vein and my manhood inside of her, resisted the temptation, and I’m glad I did because now I am going to be a father. I no longer had the option of loving her that way because I didn’t want anything to prevent me from this moment. My son is the most important thing in the world next to Zoey.
Looking down at Zoey her skin warm, her face rosy and the redness of her lips, soft and sensual, caused a thunder of arousal to awaken me. I trembled knowing that she would be mine for a lifetime. My excitement was contained by my self-control.
“Do you know how much I love you and want you?” I asked her.
She open her eyes and the warm radiance of her smile overcame me and I smiled as never before. My smile was wide. She placed her finger over my lips. I felt her heated fingertip as it traced the contours of my dry lips heating them and making them soft.
Zoey leaned up and her full breasts and extended nipples touched my chest. I grabbed her and brought her to me. She looked at me and answered my question. “Not as much as I need you and want you.” And then she reached for my penis and brought it to her opening. Her hips rose to me and I relaxed and into her I plunged carefully and slowly.
My body bound hers like a blanket of arousal, covering her as we brought daylight and night together. Warmth and cold colliding. We met each other’s body as we exploded and a torrent of sensations tore through me.
I kissed her neck and breasts and held her nipple in my mouth as it grew from her excitement. Then she cried out my name, “Sebastian. Sebastian.” Never had I heard my name with such warmth and joy before. She did indeed love me and I do have a soul because who could love a vampire the way Zoey loves and feels about me if I didn’t have a soul.
My soul had been torn apart before I met Zoey, and I searched for that half only to discover that she was that half of my soul, and to truly become whole and to become a human being, I had to put my soul back together.
Finding Zoey was the part I had been searching for, and the soul I needed to become me again—Sebastian Vesper. That young man who innocently searched for a woman to love me and for me to love her.
My cold needy body melded in Zoey’s soft burning yielding form, and the pleasure of our orgasms were pure and fiery. She clawed at me and gasped my arms when she reached her orgasm, and then bit my shoulder, which surprised me and sent me over the edge with pure pleasure.
I pulled out and drew Zoey to me placing her on my cold chest keeping me warm, and we slept together until that morning and we will be together forever.
The End
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Chapter One
It had been hours driving back to San Francisco from Colorado. He didn’t know why he didn’t
fly and why he needed to drive. But of course he did know. There were no flights through this snow storm.
He had to see a girl he had just met in one of his college classes. And he thought he was in love. And he couldn’t wait until she returned from her vacation with her friends.
“If you want to see me again, I’m staying at this lodge,” she had said walking out early of the large lecture room. Her long blond hair flowing casually down her back. Her tight jeans fitting in all the right places. As she passed his seat, she discreetly handed him a note with her name and her telephone number on it, and the location of the lodge she was staying in Summit County.
Traveling back to San Francisco he didn’t expect it to get dark as early as it had. He didn’t think about much not since he met Elisabeth. His head was in the clouds after she kissed him and his eyes had blinders on where only she mattered. Thinking of nothing but her pretty face, he climbed into his SUV and drove into a blinding snow storm.
When he had time to think he knew he must have been a fool to travel there alone and then drive back, but he was young and foolish and in love. And he had to get back to San Francisco to see about his ailing father.
As he passed a sign on the winding road it read, WATCH OUT FOR DEER. WATCH OUT FOR LANDSLIDES. Holding tight on the wheel, driving slow, and bl
inking his eyes trying to see through the windshield because of the accumulation of snow covering his windows, he manage to see the signs just as he reached them and passed them.
He wiped his brow from nervousness and when his hand dropped to the steering wheel, he leaned forward trying to make out what was standing in the road. When he put on his breaks the car slid and with a loud bang it hit something.
Not used to driving because he didn’t need to, he made one mistake, and went on to make a series of mistakes.
Whatever hit the Range Rover, it felt as if someone dropped a large sack of sand on it, and its front end buckled. The SUV came to a stop. He turned off the ignition. He couldn’t see what was lying across the road. It looked like a large animal in the front of his car. It didn’t appear to be an elk.
He knew what a deer looked like. There were no large antlers on this animal.
Stepping out into the snow, it reached high above his ankles. He looked around and there were no lights except for the ones coming from his car lamps. Walking around to the front, he saw what appeared to be a large dog. He wondered where it could have come from, and then through the trees there appeared lights from a farm.
Taking a deep breath, he knew what he had to do. He had to get the animal out of the way. When it fell it straddled the middle of the road. The snow appeared waist deep on the left side. Where the animal lay it seemed the only way he could pass without risking snow getting under the carriage or getting the SUV stuck.
He didn’t know much about a Range Rover, other than it was good in the snow, but snow as deep as this, he thought there was no way he would try to drive around or through it. He would stay on the road.
Looking at the animal he studied how he could lift the dog, and bring him to his car. It was so large. It appeared the size of a bear. He didn’t know there were dogs or wolves that size. But in a forest, there could be anything. This was the animal’s home, and he was just another man invading territory where he didn’t belong.
Reaching down, he took a large breath, and grabbed the dog by his shoulders dragging him to the right of the road. When he had him out of his path, he noticed that the large dog was still breathing. He ran back to the car to get a blanket.
Opening the hatch he took out a blanket, and rushed back to lay it across the animal. As he was bending to cover its head, the dog opened his mouth and as Harper blinked, the dog with a snap of his jaws, bit down on Harper’s shoulder.
Quick he pulled back in surprise and fright. He turned and started running to the car. That animal had taken a piece out of his hooded Parka piercing his skin.
“Oh shit. What the fuck?” Harper shouted and rushed for the handle on the door. Nervous he pulled and pulled at the handle opening the door and then jumped inside the SUV. He had to get to the hospital. Harper started the SUV and took off. When he looked back all he saw was the blanket. The dog had disappeared.
Driving thirty miles to the next town, the first thing he saw was a sign to a hospital. Getting off at the first exit, he drove to the emergency entrance, and he jolted out of the car running and holding his shoulder.
A young intern caught him as he barreled through the doors with blood oozing from his shoulder. “You need attention. What happened to you?”
“I was bit by a large dog,” Harper said breathless pulling off his coat. The intern cut off Harper’s shirt to examine his wounds.
“This doesn’t look like a dog bite. You were bit by a wolf. But this doesn’t look like any wound a wolf would make. The fangs appears too large. You need medical attention now. And I need you to stay here for a week to study you.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You will need to stay until you’ve taken these shots. If you miss one, I can’t be certain what will happen. Do you want to risk dying?”
“No, of course not.” Now that he found the love of his life he didn’t want to die.
“Then do as I say and stay put. Everything else can wait.”
If he died without having children it would be the end of the Samsa line. Robert Samsa, his father, was an only child, and his mother Charlotte was an only child, and Harper was an only child. He wanted to live long enough to have many children. And he saw that happening with the girl he drove through blinding snow and treacherous roads to be with.
After placing him into a room, the intern brought in a doctor to examine him. They both agreed that it had been a wolf bite. None they had seen before. Something as big as a bear. Maybe an old wolf was one thought, but the marks on Harper’s shoulders proved that it could have been something younger.
Before dozing off to sleep, Harper thought about Elisabeth and how much he wanted her to be his bride.
His entire final year in college had been devoted to talking to her over the phone and seeing her occasionally in school. She always had a reason why he couldn’t see her or take her out on a date. She was the one who had been busy. And even if he had, he would have made time for her.
The date at the ski lodged in Colorado would have been his only chance to get to know her before they graduated and that’s why he made that insane journey.
One date with Elisabeth was all he had since he met her, and she had brought along a girlfriend, and he was eager for more. But it was enough for Harper. He wanted to spend his life with Elisabeth.
Just the thought of her gave him chills with anticipation of the next time, but when he arrived there, he received a call from Michael telling him that he needed to get back to San Francisco soon because his father had fallen deathly ill.
When he arrived at the lodge he settled into his room and called Elisabeth, but she had been on the slopes. When she returned to the lodge, she freshen up, spoke with friends and then called him in his room.
“Harper, this is Elisabeth.” He sat up in the bed.
“When can I see you? I drove.”
“You drove through a storm?” she laughed. “You must really like me or you’re insane.”
“But of course I love you, and yes, I’m insane in love with you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been telling you this from the day I met you.”
“Meet me in the lobby in fifteen minutes. I need time to relax first,” Elisabeth said.
Waiting around and pacing the length of the oversized room, Harper watched at the clock. It didn’t look like it would change. Fifteen minutes was a long time, he thought. He watched outdoors as the heavy snow fell and blanket the area. He thought of his sick father, and thought of how selfish he had been to leave him. His father said he understood how a young man feels when he’s in love, but Harper wondered if his father truly understood the desires and needs of a young man.
Watching out the window and waiting for Elisabeth, he had time to watch at some of the skiers hopping off the lift, and noticing some who took the ski lifts to start their accent. Harper remembered why he never learned to ski. The first time his father took him to the slopes, he broke his leg, and his father wouldn’t bring him again.
Robert Samsa said when Harper begged him, “I’m not going to risk the life of my only son.” And that was that, and he never took him again. Harper felt he had been too protective.
Watching at the clock, it finally showed fifteen minutes had passed.
It was time and Harper strolled out of his room and bounded down the stairs to see Elisabeth sitting near a fireplace with the sound of crackling wood. It was so romantic he thought. He stood looking at her. He had been nervous before but nothing like this. It was as if she was a queen and he didn’t know whether to kiss her hand or curtsy. She was a beauty and his mother would have given her approval, he thought.
Elisabeth smiled at Harper. “I’m hungry. I made reservations for us.” But of course she did. He had too much respect for her to have dinner in his room and then expect to make love to her. But that’s what he wanted to do. It had been a year since he had known her and six months from their last kiss.
He reached for her hand and she placed it in his. The
heat of emotion at just touching her hand overcame him. She felt his hand tremble as he led her to the dining room. They were shown their table near another fire but with a view of the mountain range filled with snow. When they sat he took her hand and they traded glances. Her eyes large and blue her lashes thick.
“Do you ski?” Elisabeth asked.
“No. I’m afraid not.” Harper couldn’t take his eyes off of Elisabeth. Her hair a beautiful silky blond. Her face pale. But her lips were the center of this beautiful canvas. They were naturally pink and full. And he couldn’t wait to kiss them again. He hoped it wouldn’t be six more months because he couldn’t stand it. The desire for sex had built within him to a climax and he needed relief.
“Mr. Samsa. Mr. Samsa. It’s time for your shots,” A nurse said waking him from his thoughts.
“How many do I have to take?”
“Three doses. Seven days after the first dose and then fourteen to twenty one after dose one.”
The doctor walked in with the intern. The same one who cleaned his wounds. “I’m Doctor Collins.”
“I can’t stay here twenty one days my father is ill,” Harper said his voice low.
“I’m aware of that. I just wanted to emphasize what I said before that what has happen to you is serious, and the pathologist can’t tell if you were bit by a wolf or something else.”
“What could it have been? It looked like a dog but it was enormous,” Harper said hoping for an answer.
“We really don’t know what it is. However, we’ve had bites like that before. Hunters have discovered deer with the same kind of bite marks and a few hunters reported being bitten by a large dog or wolf.”
“What happened to them?”
“They died.” The doctor looked to the intern with urgency in his eyes. “You have to take care of that wound.” It was as if the doctor and the intern shared some kind of secret. “Therefore it’s important that you take your doses as stated,” Doctor Collins said. His voice fill with alarm.
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