the sweetest carmine | e.d.

part six

He was being distant, she could tell.

It was obvious this whole marriage scenario was getting so far into his head, especially with the idea of children coming along, that he wanted to avoid all constant with everyone - especially his soulmate, the woman who contains the possibility of making him a father.

Y/N wasn't having it. Not only was her incessant curiosity eating away at her mind, she almost yearned for her fiancée's touch that had been lacking for the past ten hours. Ethan kept himself locked away in his room, and initially she had planned to leave him alone until his twin vampire brother urged for her to talk to him. Grayson also insisted that he wanted Ethan to be the one to tell her about their mother as it felt right.

So here she was, standing outside from the bedroom door, raising her knuckles to knock against the smooth dark wood. At first there wasn't as answer, until Y/N found herself sighing, "Come on, Ethan, it's just me."

The door soon whipped open to reveal Ethan's clearly frustrated face; if she hadn't known his vampire-form, she'd be floored by his excessive pale skin with defining bags under his eyes. He was still beautiful, she decided, even if it looked as though he hadn't slept for ten centuries.

Which he probably hadn't.

"Let me in, Ethan," Y/N murmured, drawing closer to where his frame remained in the doorway. "I want to talk to you."

He sighed before stepping away to let her in. When their paths crossed as she could feel his breath linger against her own cold skin, a shiver danced its way down her spine. He closed the door behind them and spun around to face her, his arms crossed and lips set in a scowl. "Not sure if I want to talk about it."

Y/N maintained a humored expression on her face as she sat on the bed. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I know you want to discuss my mother."

She glanced down at her lap, all humor removed. "I just would like to get an insight as to how she troubled you so much, she stirred you away from children."

Ethan's frown only deepened, yet he found himself taking several steps closer to her - stopping when he was inches away from her dangling legs off the edge of the bed. "Not sure you can handle it, it's intense."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You out of all people should know that I'm used to intensity by now."

Y/N was a little surprised when he gave a light chuckle and took a seat right next to her, shocking her even further when he breathed out, "My mother was a vampire hunter."

She almost choked on her own saliva. "Excuse me?"

"A secret vampire hunter," he emphasized, letting his fingers clench into a tight fist. "And ironically soulmates with the most iconic and leader of all vampires, my father."

Y/N wasn't sure what to say. She was at a lost for words. Then, Ethan continued speaking, "She never loved us. Her children, I mean. She loved my father, however, but her detestment and hatred for our kind outweighed everything. She designed a diabolical plan to kill my father."

"Ethan-"

"She planned to kill us, too," he interrupted, unable to stop the words from falling off his lips. "She wanted to destroy the kind that took her from her life and feel the glory of killing the most infamous and iconic vampire royalty there ever was. That is, until my father learned of her betrayal through her hidden journal and had her destroyed."

"Your father killed her?" Y/N gasped at the mere thought of Dracula eliminating his own soulmate, though upon further thought she realized that wasn't very surprising; Ethan's father is a ruthless man, a fact she's known evidently since meeting him.

Ethan's fingers unrolled and rolled back into clenched fists from his battling anger, and he breathed out, "Yes. It hurt at first, but after discovering my mother's true colors I wasn't so distraught over the fact. My father, on the other hand, despite being the highest supreme of all kind, was mentally destroyed. Heartbroken. I think it turned him colder - to the man he is today."

It all made sense, in her mind. Why his father is so keen in making sure she's in love with his son, otherwise he'd kill her, too. Why he wants to expand his bloodline, ironically. Why Ethan does not wish to have children - he knows firsthand what it is like to not be loved by a parent, he doesn't want his offspring suffering the same fate.

"Ethan," Y/N began, after clearing her throat. "If we... you know if you and I are able to produce children, which is probably an unlikely chance, I'd love them with all my heart, yeah? Despite everything, I've always wanted to be a mother."

He appears shocked. "You have?"

She nodded. "Of course. Vampire or non-vampire, I could never lay a harmful finger on my kids. Or you."

"This doesn't make anything less terrifying," Ethan sighed, shaking his head. "You hate me."

Y/N rolled her eyes and nudged herself closer to him, soon enveloping her arms around her waist while straddling his lap. Her forehead pressed against his, and she could feel his breath hitting her neck, as cold as his skin. She loved this feeling, being so close to someone so dead yet so loving. "I don't hate you Ethan, I really, really, don't."

"That's what my mother told my father... and me." His downfall in speech didn't stop him from pressing his palms against her lower back and pulling her closer to his body. "You know, I was her first target. Out of her children, she somehow hated me the most and I'll never know why."

Her lips touched his freezing skin and he tilted his head upright to give her more room, her teeth grazing the surface but never drawing blood. "I'm sorry."

"I'm scared, Y/N," he confessed, his eyes shutting closed at the pleasuring feeling.

"I think I'm starting to love you, Ethan."

It wasn't a lie.

With her words, and something she'll never know, Ethan's chest fluttered and he pushed himself backwards so his back would land on the mattress with her on top. His large hand reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down so he could kiss her lips. After pulling away, Ethan looked into her lustful eyes and believed her. Every single word. To his father, soulmates didn't really mean anything.

To him, she meant everything.

"One night, before I put on the carmine colored ballgown and be wed to you," Y/N whispered, her hands slowly unzipping his pants and pulling them down his thighs. "One night without risking the possibility of children, how does that sound?"

"Brilliant," he murmured, watching as she shifted her little skirt up and slid her panties down, right before her nimble fingers slipped his length out of his underwear. He groaned, "F-Fuck, angel. Y-You, shit, you know that after our ceremony you'll be bound to me for all of eternity, right?"

She sunk herself down at his cock, her hands now squeezing at his shoulders as she adjusted to his size before bucking her hips against his. "I know... ah!"

"Right there, angel, so fucking good," Ethan sighed in content, gripping her hips as she began bouncing on top of him, illiciting the intense pleasure they both constantly anticipated. He couldn't stop his hand from moving around to slap her ass before planting itself on her upper thigh. He never wanted to stop touching her.

And the pair were in their safe, little bubble, both unaware of the rising conflicts and disasters set in their future.