Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 25: Blood-Mate

Blood-Mate

"Wow," was all I could manage to say.

"There you have it, the gory, mind-controlling way I was turned into a vampire and the horrendous consequences that came with it."

"But what happened next I mean, how could you enter the house? How did cope with Elizabeth's death? Did you ever see Esmerelda again?" I asked, curiously.

"Okay, I could enter my house because technically no one lived there. Cameron ran away and I died. But I think the main reason was because I wasn't a vampire as yet. But when I killed Elizabeth, the pain and resentment wasexcruciating and I couldn't deal with it. So I went to the place I took you today and I jumped. I committed suicide. But when I woke up, I was a vampire.

"And I couldn't deal with it afterwards either. Coupled with the anxiety and fear that came with being turned and the absence of a suitor to guide me, I went on a rampage, killing hundreds of people. I killed my family one by one, drinking them 'till they had no blood left to drink. I was a monster.

"But then my aunt, Christiana, who was also a vampire, had heard that I'd turned and was wreaking havoc on the town. She was able to get through to me and eventually cure me from my thirst, but unable to heal the guilt and pain that came with it. She's the only family I have left. And for a long time no onemeant as much to me as Christianna. Well, until you returned to my life as Raven," Capriano told me with eyes do filled with pain, guilt and self-hate that I couldn't help but feel his pain. A single red crystal tear-drop escaped his eye.

"Well now you have the both of us," I tried consoling. But then again, how do you console someone with more than a lifetime's worth of resentment, pain and loss?

"But I can't have you, Chloe. Don't you see? I don't deserve you!" He exclaimed.

"I love you Capriano. And I'd love you no matter what you are," I expressed honestly.

"I... don't... want... to... loose you, Chloe," he told me, expressing each syllable with unparalleled pain and determination. "I'm too dangerous for to love,"

"But you're worth the risk of loving, Capriano."

"No I'm not. No one who’s done the things I have done deserves love. No one who’s done the things I have done deserves happiness."

"Cap, I don't care what you've done in the past. All I care about is now. All u care about is this moment right here," I said, laying a palm on his cheek. "All I care is that I love you."

I leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. At first he was unreactant, looking at me in bewilderment. But when I kissed him again he kissed me back, returning the favour in baffled passion.

"I'm in love with you, Cap. And there's no one else who can come close to how I feel about you," I said, not even unlocking their gaze.

I locked my arms around his neck and kissed him again, with increased desire. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to love himself the way I loved him. I couldn't bear to see him hurt. I needed him. And I knew he needed me.

Arms still locked around his neck, I leaned down and moved back untill my head lied comfortably on the ivory silk pillows.

Our lips met once again and my body trembled with desire as his hands crept under my shirt.

"Have me," I told him.

Unable to resist, her reached for the edge of his shirt and pulled it off. I sat up to help him, my hands bumping along his muscular torso. Topless, Cap kissed me again, digging his hands into my loose, auburn hair, animistic passion surging through the both of us.