Three Fold

Part 4

-December, 12,1850-

Fourteen long years as I’ve traveled the country to find a suitable place to burry my beloved..Alisha. How I’ve become cold in these years; distant. Henri has seen it first hand my drinking has become out of control. I woke looking out into the snow it was calming, as Henri slept soundly in the room next to mine.

I’ve got it under control…

The snow touched my bare feet, so warm and fragile. Ginger had been in the near by stable keeping my Alisha company. She was frozen in time my immortal beauty, I couldn’t save her but kept her just as if she was sleeping. It may seem inhuman but love will make you do crazy things. The walk into town wasn’t as bad as it seemed people have shut their doors early in order to keep the warmth in, oh I longed for it. Please let me drown my sorrows tonight with just a bit of poison, as these fangs scraped against my tongue things soon go interesting it was time to hunt. A heart beat pulled my thoughts away as I saw a “Fair” maiden carrying fire wood and in the freezing cold?

“Excuse me. Do you need help?” she jumped as I took the wood from her hands.

“oh goodness, don’t sneak up on me like that.” she fixed herself smiling, ever so young her hair was loose and blowing widely in the wind a redhead how rare…her heart beats faster as I saw the blood rush to her cheeks when I smiled. She was stunning everything on her was just perfect.

“You have no shoes!” she gasped walking into an ally way. How perfect.

“I don’t mind the cold.” I flashed another smile and she just melted in my hands, I dropped the wood and took her close kissing her with such passion, her arms wrapped around my neck as we become closer.

“W-what is your name?” she breathed looking into my eyes.

“Charles. And you?” I whispered as my lips met her neck I longed for her blood and body.

“Rachel.” she whimpered and screamed as I bit down slowly she arched her perfect frame into my body.

This taste like chamomile. She must love it.

“Charles! Ah please…” she begged as things progressed I thought it would be a better idea to leave for the house. In an instant she lay before me panting wishing I’d do things I’ve never imagined doing. Slowly I undid every piece of fabric that bound her together, she was stunning, but nothing like my Alisha…Rachel worked all her life thus far I can tell her muscles stood out as she squirmed underneath me wanting only one thing.

A virgin non the less…so pure and sweet.

“Charles?” she whimpered holding me burying her face into my chest, her hair sticking to her skin as I took in her scent.

“Rachel I didn’t hurt you did I?” I dare not look her in the eyes. As she kissed my neck.

“A little…are you what my father calls a wicked one?” she looked as if she would die if I said yes.

“wicked one?”

“You pray on humans to live..” she trailed off.

“Yes. If you’d like to go..”

“No. Charles I’ll stay with you.” she hugged me tight pressing close to me. Henri was standing in the door way looking as if I killed someone again. His hair messy and his clothes smelled like ale as he just smirked.

“My Prince you have a way with the ladies.” he smiled at Rachel who blushed covering herself.

I can tell this will be a bit awkward explaining Alisha to her…my dead wife that I keep in perfect condition. When will I deal with this?