A Sealed Fate (Watty's 2017)

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Vladimir stopped in the forest near the castle, setting Tricia on her feet. "Belier... They're enemies of Crowler aren't they?" Vladimir hunched beside a tree, panting hard. "Yes, and I'm thankful she doesn't know you're one."

Tricia watched him, "um.. Are you ok?" He was panting hard, though her 130 lbs didn't cause it surely. "Ye.. Yeah, I've just not fed since you left." His legs gave way under him, causing him to collapse. Tricia got closer, pushing her hair from her neck. She knelt down in front of him, and tilted her head. "Drink..." She cooed him like a mother feeding her young. Vladimir touched her face, kissing her neck gently.

A soft moan escaped her parted lips, urging him to drink. His fangs lengthened as he sank them into her neck. Tricia gasped, not of pain. Pleasure seemed to shoot through her, memories of his pleasuring her racing in her mind.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body going slightly limp against him. He released her with a growl or a roar of sorts. His eyes blood red as her blood pumped through his system.

As he began coming off his high, he held her close. Lifting her bridal style, he carried her back to the castle. He couldn't very well return her to the school. She curled into him, like a child.

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Tricia woke, hearing noise outside of doors. "The hunters know. If they step on this territory, they are free-game to be killed. Rest assured lord Valentine. None of the beliers will step foot on the castle grounds, not even kasha." Came a lady's voice, who seemed to continue. "The village, however is not in your territory. The crooked black ash trees define your territory." Vladimir finally spoke up. "That girl, she's mine. She's the first human blood I've had in over eight hundred years. I'm not in any violation of our agreement." Though it sounded more like a question. "No sir, she is the last one..." "She's the only one." Vladimir said, his voice sounded dominate, but protective.

Tricia realized she was in the castle, back in Vladimir's bed. Alfred appeared from the bathroom and looked to her. "Ah, so you're finally awake? Lord Vladimir has made a request that the rest of your schooling be done more privately. Miss higgens has agreed to conditions. At the aim that no more girls go missing, of course." Tricia nodded, his words barely making sense. "There will be a tutor sent here, that will return your school work to the school at the end of each week. Lord Vladimir..." He was cut off. "Lord Vladimir is protective, is the term I hope you were to use?" Alfred bowed with a smile. "Of course, sir." Vladimir raised an eyebrow, as Alfred excused himself.

"So, in order to keep peace... You must at least remain here. And be escorted to town." He rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I tried to reason with lady belier. But she's stubborn in her old ways and views." He sighed, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Tricia watched him, she wasn't sure how to comfort him. "I don't mind having a tutor, and on the bright side. I have a knight in rusted armor to protect me." Vladimir looked up at her. "Rusted armor? Are you calling me old?" Tricia giggled, crawling to sit behind him. "No, absolutely not. But I'd much rather prefer a warrior who can protect me, and has rusted armor. Than a knight in shining armor, who hasn't seen life yet." She tilted her head, smiling at him.

It a weird way, it made sense to him. He stared at her face, she seemed so wise for someone so young. He studied her face though. It was heart shaped, with light brown eyebrows. Her nose was just the right size to make her face seem less like Sarah's. Her eyes were a light blue with flecks of green and gold. Even her eyelashes seemed to enhance her eyes. Like she wore mascara, but he knew she didn't. And her lips were pouty, puffy even.

Tricia began to get nervous, and as she does, she begins to chew on her bottom lip. Vladimir touched her cheek gently, leaning in he kissed her lips. It was heated, needing almost. Like it had been a few centuries since he last tasted the sweet strawberry flavor that her lips seemed to remind him of. A kiss that sent both of the reeling with desire. He turned and pinned her body to the bed, his lips locked on hers. His tongue dancing with hers even. Her moans attempting to escape her chest, only making it to her throat.