Little Werewolf - Love Matters

Chapter 8 - The Vamps

Du lac Castle,

Somewhere near Brasov.

"Da, doamna mea."Veyron put down the receiver and scratched his head. The call from the high ranking member asking him to find everything about werewolves, mates and vampires and everything in between deeply disturbed him. He was a librarian and one of the oldest living vampire of the coven, he had seen moonlights for more than 500 years. He knew stuffs.

A bond between a vamp and a wolf could be established and they were as strong as mate bonds. He had seen it first hand. His own brother left the safety and comfort of their coven just to live in the wilderness with his wolf-lady. She died because of old age and he took his life just as soon after she was dead.

He told the caller, Lady Alura, beautiful Lady Alura, that he would do some research on the matter but he didn't. He just needed the time to think.

If Lady Alura is besotted to the beast, he would have to tell their Master, Lord Seth. Everything could be in jeopardy because the Lady is next in line to the coven 'throne'. She is the only living relation of the current coven master - a true royal. A beautiful heart and soul.

Lady Alura De La Lune.

Beautiful Lady Alura.

Unless the one she was accompanying was the one struck with the curse. He would gladly let him meet his fate. He didn't really like that new vamp, Humphrey or Hunsfer was his name. Wait no. It was Hunter. Bah! It wasn't a name fit for a vampire. A pet maybe, a cat or even a fish. He didn't even have a surname. Just Hunter. How peculiar.

Lady Alura was so smitten with Hunter from the first time she met him. Every inquisitive vamp noticed that. But she would always say that they were strictly professional. Ya, they were good fighters and good trackers.

Hunter was a good assassin. Well, if they were just 'colleagues', maybe she wouldn't cry a lot if some 'accident' happened to Hunter. But if she cried, he will be there, her shoulder to cry on to. Her Veyron.

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Back in The Neighborhood

Hunter took of his black shirt and wiped the sheen of blood sweat off his face and body and tossed the shirt on the floor. He sat down on his bed and stared on the wall across him. Alura rushed to his side, and sat on the floor, "Tell me everything, how do you came to think that she ... she is ... mated to you. "

Alura smiled gently but Hunter believed that right now, her heart was ripped apart into million pieces. He knew that she had feelings for him even though she never told him anything. Action did speak louder than words. And Alura had been by his side for almost half a year.

Careful not to hurt her, he shrugged, "I don't feel a pull towards the she-wolf, it was just our touch made me feel something and she felt it too."

"And you touch her because?" Alura prodded gently. She was still smiling, masking any evidence of simple girlish jealousy.

But Hunter knew better than that so he chuckled softly. "It was just a brush as I gave her the pie that you made. Purely accidental but the feeling when I touched her, it's like I was walking under the golden sun. It was magical. I don't know I can't really describe it but I am sure there is nothing best compared to the sun for us vampires."

"I see." A lone blood tear fell on Alura's left cheek but she quickly wiped it. Hunter saw it and cupped her chin to gently nudge her to look up to him.

"If I felt something for her, I want you to remember that it's from the realm that we have no understanding and not by choice." His voice stern. Alura just nodded and tried to pull herself away from him.

"But this is by choice, " he said as he lowered himself to kiss her gently. Alura was surprised by the gentle kiss at first but quickly recovered and responded with a hungrier, more demanding kiss. They kissed passionately for a few minutes until Hunter pushed her away gently.

"Lady Alura of the Coven of Du Lac. My sovereign. My apprentice. My fellow blood warrior. We must remember our place and our mission. Forgive me milady." Hunter bowed her head while crossing both his arms over his broad chest, an act of servitude.

Alura was annoyed that he would quickly recover from their passionate lip-locking while she was severely turned on. She hissed and her fangs burst from her upper gums.

Alura my love, control yourself. You might accidently rip my balls if you don't. I am still fond of them even if I don't get to use them a lot, thank you very much.

Hunter laughed inside her head. Alura shoved him hard and he lay on the cold floor, still laughing. Her fangs were already retracted, meaning she had gain control of her feelings; she stuck her tongue out, gave him the finger and left his room in a flash.

Hunter smiled. He was worn out from all the wars, coven wars, coven - pack wars, wars with the humans... He had to endure all of those for two hundred years. Two hundred years of being a blood warrior, no love, no companions, just the drive to save his coven from harm. That alone kept him sane.

But being with the Lady Alura for less than a year changed all that. How he viewed everything changed because of her. She was older by two hundred years and wield unique powers but she was not like all the other vampires he knew.

She never killed a human, drink only animal blood now and had a heart of gold. She was warm, kind and caring when most of all the others were cold and vicious. She giggled a lot and loved living when most of the vampires her age hated their bleak existence and often chose to end their lives by 'meeting' the sun.

After all he had been through, he knew if he vanished from this cursed earth, at least he could leave happily knowing how much he meant to her.

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Da, doamna mea - Yes, my lady .. in Romanian! I hope the translator works lol.

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