WitchBite

Epilogue

 It had become quite a habit of late to suddenly find soft lips teasingly brushing themselves against the nape of my neck. The smile they held; evident in their patterns was often accompanied by a more than welcome hardness making itself known against my rear. Something I couldn't quite help myself when it came to leaning against it in return.

"The things you do to me..." Aramis breathed into my ear causing a pleasant coupling of goosebumps and a sprouting warmth at my core.

I turned to face my lover, my Aramis, hooking my arms around his neck and pulling him into a deepened kiss while hungry fingers clutched at my waist. To this day I still clung a little harder. Kissed a little deeper. Savoured as much taste as I could, all to serve my own reminder that he was here and there was naught that would take him from me now. Sometimes I convinced myself that I had died, and that this was my undeserved reward. In darker times, I wondered if it was the feverish hallucinations of someone in there death throes. If that were so, I did nothing to resist. The end could take me as long as I had this.

Clothing seemed more and more like an option we no longer seemed to partake as paradisal days went by. The swell of his chest, the muscular divots of his abdomen that spilled down in to sweetened thighs. Strong arms, made for holding me, seemed to constantly blossom with a warmth that was addicting as the most powerful nectar. All these were a view that I never grew tired of.

Thankfully we had a lot of privacy to ourselves in the time that had passed. Deciding to forgo the safety and convenience either of our family houses, we had acquired a small apartment in town. There was a part of me that missed being enclosed by my beloved forest, but it was never out of reach or too far. It wasn't an easy separation by any means. Apparently the Vampiric society at large had taken a great interest in the newly acquired Witch into their immortal fold, meaning me, and insisted I contribute on magical research to do with the drawbacks of Vampirism. I was also told that my turning was a deciding factor in the return of Aramis, so one could say that I was somewhat indebted to them now.

Meanwhile the new leader of the Witches of Tithe manor had been instated. A strong, yet kind, woman called Laura Billowen. She was nice and sweet, but seeing her in place of where my father once stood inspired an uncomfortable set of nerves within me that made it unpleasant to remain longer than needed. She too had interest in my new Vampirism, and that included the bonds me and Aramis have now forged between our two houses. Which hopefully counted a stronger foundation of peace.

For the most part though, we were free. Free to enjoy each other as much as we wanted. Aramis positioned himself in between my legs which now hung over the kitchen counter I was sat on, his mouth planting wanton kisses across my collar bone. Nails scraped down my thighs in their hunger, as my own fingers curled into fistfuls of the hair on his head, pulling him closer.

"Someone's coming." I breathed pausing at the quiet sound of heels against concrete steps, far too quiet to be human.

"So? We're busy. Nobody is home." He grinned burying his face further into my shoulders and nuzzling at my neck.

"I think it's Bethany." I questioned, tilting my head curiously. Nobody else walks in that pattern. That confident stride like it always was aware of its purpose and was eager to meet it. Aramis looked at me questioningly. Apparently my sense of hearing was unusually sharp, but he had grown to trust it. Even if he was slightly upset that sneaking up on me now takes considerably more effort. He grumbled, letting out an exasperated sigh that oozed with frustration at the clear task he'd rather be doing.

There was a certain pleading look to his expression as I could tell he was contemplating asking whether we could just ignore her visit or not. But we both knew that one does not ignore Bethany. Not lightly anyway.

With another grumble that was followed by a chuckle he stepped away.

"Later?"

"I don't think I can wait that long, so lets get her out of here as quick as possible." I grinned in response, watching as he pulled on a messy set of clothes, tossing me various garments that I clumsily put on as I hopped off the counter and stretched.

She hadn't knocked yet, which immediately aroused my suspicion as I furrowed my brow and approached the door. Gripping the handle I swung it open, looking at a nervous Bethany. I half expected to see Lyra with her, as was their usual with the rare visit, but she had come alone. A simple, pretty white dress fell just passed her knees as a wide-brimmed sun hat sat upon the immaculately straightened, platinum blonde hair on her head.

But that wasn't the thing that had caught my attention most. My eyes falling down to the very apparent swell of her belly.

"Hey Beth what's - - oh..." Aramis came to a cheerful stop beside me, his expression immediately dropping to a plain mixture of confusion and shock at the sight of his sister who still stood there quietly.

"We have a fucking problem." Her voice was razor sharp as a hand rested upon her stomach. Eyes burning into my own with a fire that was equal parts anger and uncertainty.

"Fuck."

A/N: There. A short and sweet epilogue to serve as the final full stop for it all. So what did you guys think?

Regardless, let it be known that I love you all and are eternally grateful for those that even look at the first chapter let alone read it to the end. I hope I can bust out many other works in the years to come. Thanks for everything you guys.