The Vampire's Sweetheart

Bonus Chapter (2)

The Vampire's Sweetheart

Bonus Chapter (2)

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Aleksandria played with the ends of her wavy, dark hair as she looked at herself in the mirror analyzing her appearance carefully. Her body was covered by a midnight blue dress with a sweetheart neckline. The dress hugged her torso tightly, but flowed freely downwards towards her feet. The sleeves dangled a little way past her wrist, but she loved the warmth it gave her. Her face was clear and naked as usual, and her ears were pierced with small pure gold earrings. Her lips were tainted red from her previous encounter with her blood donor, an arrogant vampire that was more than willing to serve her in any way. Her feet pressed against the hardware flare as she had decided to go without shoes, and enjoyed the earthly feel against the soles of her feet.

Although she was filled with confusion and bitterness; her dark, red eyes were filled with confidence- as usual. No matter how she felt on the inside, she would never let anyone see her falter.

Aleksandria had waited over 100 hundred years for the soldier to return to her.

He never did.

She had convinced herself that tonight, on the 150th anniversary of him becoming a vampire, she would initiate their meeting and go find him instead. Aleksandria could not lie: the fact that the soldier showed no curiosity or worry for her well-being bothered her immensely. She had saved his life, and granted him eternity when he asked. Her lips tingled remembering their lustful connection, and she could not wait any longer to see him.

Pulling on her cape, Aleksandria tugged the dark hood over her hair and released a deep breath before she made her to the village she knew he was staying at. Aleksandria was used to the long stares; she knew even before her death that she was strangely attractive. Her feet kept moving as she used her nose to sniff out her soldier's scent. She ignored all of the men who called out to her, and did not give the women rolling their eyes at her any attention. Her feet only stopped when they were outside of a brown, small cabin.

Her face twisted in a grimace as she smelled the strong scent of blood from the inside of his cabin, and it tugged on her stomach causing her to shift uncomfortably. Something was not right. Hesitantly, yet confidently all the same, she placed her hand against the door before opening it slowly. Her breathing slowed greatly as her eyes fell on multiple mutilated dead bodies laid all around the floor. Limbs were sprawled everywhere, and she flinched with disgust as she heard the familiar slurping sound. She turned towards the bed, and stared at her soldier greedily feeding from the neck of a big, burly man.

Locaine Wilock had changed. He was no longer the innocent, friendly soldier he was before he was wrongfully turned by the Russian. The blood in his veins burned every time he tried to speak ill on her name, and it angered him. He wanted nothing more than to curse her name, and tried constantly to hunt her down in order to kill her. However, he was not able to do neither of the two. Growling in frustration, he buried his teeth deeper into his 24th victim.

Locaine was not quick to feed on a human after becoming a vampire. In fact, he did not feed from the neck of a human until his 20th day as a vampire. He was weak, and though he tried to resist he failed and killed 56 people that night. He gave into the eternal life of a vampire that night, and had not tried to fight the pull ever since. He always traveled to different villages after he went on one of his ruthless killing sprees, and now he was staying in a peaceful village of Montana.