Of Blood and Downfall

Chapter 35.

One thing I'll love about myself is my power of glamour. I can get away with anything and do anything no matter what. All because of the use of persuasion.

We round the corner, holding Mavis's hand against my chest. There's a man—a worker—standing in front of the door. He recognizes me from earlier, when Mavis went to use the restroom and I glamoured him.

When I shake his hand, a Krone slides into his before he stuffs it into his back pocket. Mavis watches us both until he opens the door, and we go inside. The door is shut and inside is an empty dressing room for the actors and actresses.

Mavis stalks along the wall that is designed for bookshelves covered in vintage shows from centuries old and books upon books upon books. She runs a finger along the spines, trying to read the titles but they're in different languages.

Standing over her, I read them, capturing every native language on my tongue. Mavis turns her head and looks up from the close contact.

"Do you know these?" She asks and I nod.

"I've read a few." I drop down a row and look at the shows. "I've seen almost all of these."

Mavis glances away and stares at the vintage vanity in the corner of the room. I follow her gaze, wondering what she's thinking of. I dip my head low and kiss her bare shoulder, slowly inching closer and closer until I am between her neck and shoulder.

"Talk to me." I mutter, wishing I can hear her voice forever.

"Do you ever get bored being alive for so long?" It's not the question I am expecting from her. But my lips never leave her skin.

"If you're wondering if I've done everything twice, no, I haven't." She giggles, her flesh prickling with goosebumps. I smile as well, enjoying the rush of her blood singing to my ears.

"Actually, I assumed you saw everything five times already. I would."

"It's not as entertaining as you think." She turns a little, cutting me away from access to her neck.

"I seem to disagree." She argues, "I would've lived in every country for years before moving to another."

"Let's do it then." The words slip and she stiffens. I curse to myself, "Did I say something wrong?"

She shakes her head, her fingers grazing the bookshelf, "No, no. I find it unfair."

"How?"

She sighs, "You get to live without famish, sickness and old age."

"We do die eventually." I correct her and she chuckles breathlessly, shaking her head.

"Right, decades later. You're twenty-seven and have been twenty-seven for years." Her shoulders drop. "And I could just get into a car accident tomorrow and die."

"I will not let that happen." I promise, trailing the back of my hand down her arm.

"How can you move on with your life knowing that hundreds of people die around you?" She wonders and I grind my teeth together.

"I feed off human blood. I kill humans and you're asking me this?"

She shrugs my hand away, but I don't dare to move from standing so close behind her.

"I can't fathom the thought that my mom died from cancer and there's magic and vampires and probably other things I haven't heard of yet and she still died."

I sink into her, our bond that is finally flowing into one another drifting away into something dark. Something detached...sorrowful.

"I'm sorry that happened but you have to understand that if we get exposed, it'll turn everything that we call peace around." I inform her slowly; afraid she's going to want to beg for the SD card. Forget about our bond and use me for whatever she wants.

I shake the thought away.

"I know, Karden." It feels like my body is melting into hers when she sinks back into my front.

Sighing, I run both hands down her arms, "To answer your question, I haven't been happy with my life the last decade. I felt like I was missing the purpose of life, to see and live it. To experience it without knowing everything all at once. Then I met you and now, I want to know more."

She turns and slumps into the bookshelf. Her eyes are glistening with tears but she's holding them back from releasing.

"Why me?" Mavis asks, as low as a whisper.

I grin, "We're bonded." Her eyes raise from below her lashes, and they're dim with light. "Issy told me she told you."

"So, what does it all mean?"

"It means I want to see the world with you, be with you every day and never let you go." She doesn't answer so I add, "Do I have permission to do that?"

Her drags her bottom lip between her teeth, making it swollen and red, "But what about everything else?"

"Fuck everything else." I mutter deeply, losing control around her. I cup her cheeks and pull my head down to hers.

When our lips touch, I melt into her hot skin like a whimper in sunlight. Underestimating my strength, I press my body into hers until she hisses between my lips, her back sinking into the center shelf.

I remove her from it and without letting go, we walk in one until I grab her ass, pick her up and place her on the vanity. Her heart is throbbing against her chest like it's about to shoot out of her throat.

Every atom in my body is crying in over heightened pleasure. Mavis is gasping for air when I pull from her lips, trailing my tongue down the column of her neck. Her nails dig into my forearms, pulling me closer like she wants to be suffocated.

Since our bond has snapped into place, everything we feel is in unison. It's sensitive, stronger, more potent than any other feeling. I feel everything. Grabbing her thighs, I pull her to the end of the vanity until her lower half is on the edge.

She moans when I grind my hard length against the softest part of her.  It's heaven like and a part of me wants to be inside of her...fuck her until we're both panting, sweating and exhausted. Red spots trail down the crevice of her breasts when I suck on her hot skin.

Mavis arches her back to me when I slide the straps off her shoulders and the top of her dress falls to her stomach, exposing her hard breasts and erect nipples. After one...two swirls of my tongue, I race back to her neck where I smell and feel the hottest, most temping part of her.

My fangs trail down the softest side of her neck, fisting her hair into my hand and pulling it to the side. I growl when my lips brush her aching artery, her thighs wrapped around my torso—denying my invitation to pull away.

I want it. I want it. I want it.

I want to get into a frenzy until I am swimming in a pool of her blood and all I hear is her crying and screaming when I watch my length fill her—

Teeth tease her neck, and my fangs dig a little deeper without breaking skin. She hasn't pulled away but I think she's in a high so unimaginable. Just a taste, I can nick her skin and taste a little before returning to the show.

Mavis tightens her grip around me.

"Don't." She whispers, snapping me out of my hungry daydream. Annoyed at the demanding voice of her detest, I pull away, staring into her lustful gaze.

They're the same as mine but I hold a deeper hunger of her. My stomach clenches and tightens when I recognize my mate and that she isn't the body I want to be responsible of.

Mavis's thighs loosen and I growl, narrowing my eyes down her half naked body. I'm sure her heart skipped a beat.
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