Leone Frasier was living the aftermath of a tragic car crash that took his mother's life and left him barely able to walk on his feeble legs. He has had to endure the loss of his mother, the wrath of an abusive father, and all the added weight that...
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The entire town of Maybella spent the beginning of summer completely invested in the events that unfolded with Nikolai. Although his plan for my demise was surely crazy as hell, I couldn't help but feel bittersweet about knowing that two lives were still lost-good or bad.
The investigation all but ended with a haunting conclusion, and Nikolai had earned several nicknames given to him by the local townspeople: The Maybella Mutilator, The Cabin Cager, and the most accurate one of all, the Sterling Wolf Man. Apparently, there was a witness to his fall into the ocean, calling out sights of his sterling white coat of diamonds glistening by the dark lapping waves. Unsurprisingly enough, the nickname never truly stuck due to the witness being disregarded as nothing but a crazy conspiracist. Who knew that the craziest conspiracies had a chance of being the absolute truth?
Since turning Leone into a vampire, I've watched his transformation with awe. His once human body now possessed extraordinary strength, allowing him to leap over trees and scale cliffs with astonishing ease. While our outdoor escapades have left him with only minor cuts and scrapes, his healing has become nothing short of superhuman—wounds that would have taken days to heal now vanish in mere moments, as if they were never there at all.
It's the same for me now as well, reverting to my old abilities and strengths from before our Blood Bond formed—but perhaps even ten times more powerful. My body has undergone the same incredible changes, and even the scar on my arm, a reminder of my fight with Nikolai in his wolf form, has faded completely.
I hadn't realized how much it lingered until it was gone, and for that, I can't help but feel grateful. The only marks I ever feel wistful or sad about fading are the ones Leone and I unintentionally leave on each other when we cherish each other's bodies.
The only thing I find a bit awkward to mention is how rapidly our insatiable vampiric hunger has extended far beyond blood alone. Leone and I crave each other constantly, our heightened libido making us shamelessly insatiable, whether it's dusk or dawn. We can't sit or stand anywhere together without inevitably ending up entangled in each other's arms. A simple conversation turns into heated kisses, which quickly escalate into us tearing each other's clothes off and losing ourselves for hours. Then, we pause momentarily to kiss, talk, eat sweet berries, and do it all over again.
We've done it on every surface of both our houses-multiple times. It's reached the point where our desire for each other doesn't stop indoors-if anything, it intensifies when we're outside. On days when we explore, we've discovered countless breathtaking spots where we couldn't resist each other. We've made love under starlit skies, beneath hidden waterfalls with water cascading over us, in glowing bioluminescent caves, atop towering cliffs, in peaceful prairies with tall grass swaying around us, in whispering woods, and by secluded lakes and rivers—places so remote and magical, only beings with abilities like us could ever reach them.
Our love for each other has grown into an undeniable connection—one that remains deeply intertwined with the events of the past. This only further solidifies my parents' advice that we should run away somewhere to start a new life together. The last thing we want is to draw any more attention from prying mouths and ears, for the sake of our safety, as well as my family's.
