The Tattooed Vampire

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

"So. Your dad is obviously a vampire. I got that. But what I'm still failing to understand is why he is trying to..." I scrunched my eyebrows together, not knowing how to phrase it. Callum was laying in bed next to me, his arm securely wrapped around my waist. I was propped up on his chest staring into his eyes. 

"Because, Basia. I changed my father out of selfishness and he is trying to get back at me. Everything I've loved, he's taken away from me. My brothers, sisters. Even my mother." My eyes widened in horror as I stared at him. There is no way that man could have killed all of those people! His own wife?! What kind of sadistic man is he?! 

"Oh my god. Callum, I'm so sorry!" I bit my bottom lip and felt the sudden urge to cry for him. And I thought I had it rough. Callum smiled sadly and kissed my forehead.

"It's the price I paid. I wanted to have my family with me for all eternity. I thought I was giving my father a gift. A gift of agelessness. But he found it as what this really is. A curse. A monstrous curse." I shook my head and grabbed his face in my hands, staring deep into his beautiful blue eyes.

"No! Do not say that!" I complained, leaning down to press my forehead against his. "Callum, if you weren't a vampire, we never wound have met. And do you want to know where I would be right now if I didn't have you?" I paused, making sure Callum was paying attention. He frowned, as if he already knew my answer. "I would be dead, most likely buried underground as a rotting corpse. Callum, you've saved my life." I whispered. He growled and flipped us so I was sprawled out underneath him. I gasped as I looked into his black eyes, completely mesmerized by them. I reached a hand up and stroked his face.

 He turned his face to press a kiss into my palm. That simple kiss sent jolts of pleasure through me. I smiled slightly and closed my eyes. Then he lowered his head and buried his face into my neck, pressing soothing kisses over his bite. I arched my neck to him and then clasped my hands in his hair to hold him hostage. He growled and used his strength to pull away.

"No." He shook his head. But I know he wants to. His eyes were filled with hunger. His face contorted in pain as he tried to restrain himself. His eyes were black and blood red. His fangs were showing but his lips twitched as he tried to retract them. He was hungry. And he was starving himself.

I pulled a barrette out of my hair and then pressed it to my neck as I stared at Callum. He growl and went to cease my movements but that only made me cut the surface even more. I gasped as blood poured down and soaked his fingers. 

He stared at his fingers in some sort of trance as he brought them to his mouth and sucked on them. I found that extremely sexy and let out a moan to regain his attention. His eyes flickered to mine before they settled on my neck. Then he slowly lowered his head. There was obvious signs of him trying to restrain but he was hungry. So I helped him. I grabbed his head and brought his mouth to my neck. I met him half way and lifted up.

Callum snarled and latched onto my neck, his fangs sinking into my skin. I sighed with delight as I stared up at the ceiling with a small smile on my face. I did it. He was drinking from me like I wanted. Lust consumed my body as I tangled my fingers through his hair. "I love you." I whispered and I knew he could hear me. In the back of his head. He was focused on feeding. 

His body was laying on top of mine and I found it extremely comfortable. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to travel into dreamland. Where everything was perfect. He turned me into a vampire and there was no psycho father who wants me to seek revenge on his son. Where were together with our friends. And we were happy. Genuinely happy.