Live Life Evermore

Memories Are Made pt.2

I pulled away as I enhaled sharply and spoke words that were connected and most likely incoherrant,"Jonathan,what? I-I....don't know how to respond to that. I-I just can't make descisons like this in a moment's notice. I...just...I just don't know. What would my father think? oh! Oh God! What would my mother think?! The only daughter, of a Grand White Witch! Being turned into a vampire?!" Oh! Just thinking of the injustice made me want to faint! And in my dream, my vision, I was soon to be one. I began to tremble with an unearthly matter. "Dear God. Goddess." Just then Johnathan silenced my rambling with a kiss that was as passionate as the waves' love for the shoreline.

"Emmer, you are my world. Without you, I would be the world without a sun. You bring me life and warmth. You are as beautiful as the dancing rays of the morning sun. My undead body would truly become undead-cold, unwilling. Yet still alive-and so much more without you. So I ask you, no. I beg of you, let. Me.turn. you." He spoke slow and calm. To make sure that I fully comprehended his every word. His long, slender fingers reached out and chided along my jawline. "Je t'aime." He whispered tenderly in my ear. At that moment I was willing. Willing to do anything he asked of me. My body ached for his love, and for once. I'd admit it. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to be there. And I wanted to be together. Forever. Whatever the cost was. I was willing to be his mistress of the dark. He would never be alone. And nor would I. We would live forever, together. And I would never have to feel the pain of losing him. We would never grow old. We would go through many years of life together. I wouldn't loose him in the time of 60 years and not have the chance to once again love him. I would forever be his and he would forever be mine. And in this moment in time, when I was encased in his loving touch and enveloped in his arms, and where I was overwhelmed by his whimsical scent that was deathly beautiful, he was all I needed.

"Faites-moi le vorte, mon amour. Faites-moi toujours vorte." And he looked slightly surprised. For he knew all the privleges I would be giving up. My family. My friends. My coven. All of it. Gone. But I would do anything to be with him. Even conquer death. Because to my family, I would have to become dead. And that would partially kill me. But I was ready to leave them. I had to. Even more so for Johnath's intoxicating love. A love that was never enough but always too much. So much love, that it depleted your senses and only made me want to be caught in this moment. With him, forever. Encompassed in his embrace and comforted by his warmth. I nodded my head slowly, letting him hear the two simplest words he had been waiting for. The final words of commitment. "I'm ready." He simply nodded once.

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I looked around. Johnathan's quarters would be a beautiful place if I wasn't distracted by him pacing the room, with a blinding speed. My eyes did their best to focus on him, but to no avail. I let out a small chuckle and he stopped dead in his tracks and looking at me quizzically. Raising his eyebrows, I already knew he wanted an answer.

I smiled widely. "You...you pace when you're flustered." I whispered as I traced his sheets with my finger. "Just turn me already."

"Alright, but I must tell you. Three transfers must be made, I think. I'm not familiar with this, I've never done this."

"Should I have Danielle fetch your father?-"

"NO!"Johnathan snapped quickly. His face turning a beet red.

"What? What is it?" I asked him trying to bite back my laughs. But I did not succeed, as small giggles escaped my mouth.

"The first blood transfer....it..'enhances' our feelings for each other. Including our ermmm...."

"Oh, John! Get on with it! I'm dying here!" I exclaimed as tears pricked my eyes. Johnathan was a naturally slow talker, and the way he couldn't find his words only aged the time even more.