Sinjin, A Vampire Romance

Chapter Twenty-One

Bryn

The days blended into weeks, which melded into months. The leaves on the trees of Kinloch Kirk gave way from a mossy green to the dark auburn of fall before they were swept away by the cold winds of winter. In no time, sunshine seemed a pleasure of the distant past. The skies instead were a dark charcoal grey and dominated by noxious thunderclouds that slammed into one another, bleeding rain in torrents. The rumbling of the clouds was interrupted by intermittent bolts of lightning that brightened the sky and warned any would-be travelers to stay inside.

I found my days were now split between Odran and Jolie keeping me company. I had to admit that I preferred my sister's company to the fae king's. I found it much more interesting to assist her with her wedding plans than I did listening to Odran's incessant tales, boasting about his heroism on the battlefield, his keen ability to wield a sword, his unrivaled skill with magic, the longevity of pureness in his fae blood lines, and the number of women he'd bedded, as well as how they compared to each other. The guy was incorrigible.

As for Sinjin, he continued to keep me company during the evenings, but there was definitely a pronounced distance now between us. While he still maintained some traces of his flirtatious and lascivious self, in general, he was much more subdued and politely aloof where I was concerned. Ever since he discovered my virginity, he was careful to never touch me again. Instead, he seemed to want nothing more than to physically avoid me. He was still his same charismatic, funny and interesting self, but there was definitely an unspoken aspect to our awkward association that wasn't there in the early days.

Although I didn't like admitting it to myself, I missed the sexual side of Sinjin because he wasn't the same without it. He didn't seem complete. The more time we spent together, the more I missed the erotic undertones to his conversation, and the double entendres. I missed the way he used to look me up and down as if he were undressing me with his eyes. I missed the spicy, clean scent of him whenever we were up close and personal. And I sorely missed the feel of his skin against mine.

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Sinjin

I knew what to do.

I decided to seek Klaasje's opinion. She was the closest thing I had to real family after all – being the nearest approximation to a sister. At one point in time, I also knew her carnally so perhaps "sister" was not completely appropriate.

Ahem.

Regardless, I fully expected her to make fun and jest at my expense, but what could be worse than feeling the way I already did? I laughed mirthlessly at myself. The great Master Vampire had finally fallen prey to his own emotions.

I preferred to visit Klaasje during the night time, but that was not an option, owing to my guardianship duties. So I chose to call on her in the late afternoon, as near twilight as possible.

We were enjoying the glorious weather of late – dark, dank and with poor visibility. Of course, the incessant rain soon became tedious as it played havoc with my Brylcreem, but one cannot always have all the things that one desires. Lord knows, I tried to control my errant locks. It was so frustrating to realize that I still could not make my peace with my crowning glory after so many protracted decades.

Upon reaching Klaasje's quarters, I could hear music blaring in the hallway. I must admit how odious it was, too. Country music, I believe the genre was. I failed to see how any person could cultivate an affinity for this type of music which sounded like the bleating of a lost calf, the words of which always revolving around a beloved tractor or loyal dog.

I preferred the classical composers myself. Perhaps something from Brahms - call me old-fashioned. Or, failing that, vintage Madonna, if I feel particularly funky. I have often been told that my "Vogue" moves are quite flawless.