𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝙸:𝙸 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑é𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝

★𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴★

That night I did something I swore never to do. I lost control. Being immortal, you would think that would be impossible. I always held my composure with delicate things. Timothée was never and exception. I had fallen for him, as much as I hate to admit it. He smelled like vanilla and peaches with a hint of lavender. Like the lavender fields, I would run in before I was turned. Being with him reminded me of being in the sun. Out in the daylight. 

But there I was, a 100-year-old creature that could bring down the strongest of men to her will, pliant as she rode nothing but a mere mortal. I was losing it. I was going mad. I could feel an all too familiar knot begin to form. 

I leaned down, moving my hips frantically, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. I began to lick and suck on his neck. For some reason, Tim made a bold move, thrusting up into me. This was enough to make me moan out, my head getting thrown back and my fangs coming out full force. He began to meet me halfway. I was shocked. I would ride him forever, but he wouldn't be able to take it that long. 

He then said something that made my mind go fuzzy. 

"Bite me!" His eyes were now locked with mine. 

I began to think about it. The mear mental image of my teeth in his neck... it made my hips buck harder, making him whine desperately. 

"Do it, please, please, I'm begging you. I need you, I want this more than anything!" He let out strings of begs. 

It may have seemed like I was ignoring his cries, but I soaked in every single one. 

I wanted him. I wanted nothing more than to bite into him. My judgement was clouded by ecstasy. 

"Please!"

That did me in. My teeth found themselves buried in his flesh, a feral snarl coming out of my mouth, muffled by the skin to skin contact. He came, harder then he had ever came before with me, a loud yell coming out of him, his body tensing and clenching. 

After seconds passed, I pulled back, realizing what I had done. 

Oh god. Oh shit. 

Tim's body lay motionless in front of me, his eyes closed, mouth open. I could feel the warm liquid all over my mouth. It tasted wonderful, but I cared more about him. 

I dismounted him, lifting him up. 

"Mon amour. Mon amour!" 

What I feared was becoming true. I must have accidentally turned him, my greed controlling me during a fit of ecstasy. 

"Tim! Answer me!" I shook him, holding him in my arms. "Please, please answer me..."

I felt my eyes get misty. The one downfall of being an immortal creature of the night was the tears that were literal blood. It was pesky, but at that moment, I couldn't care less. Soon enough, the 'tears' were streaming down my face. 

I held him like a baby, my fingers pushing the roughed-up hair aside. I was now full-on crying. This was something I never did. My other hand was on his cheek, the soft skin losing its warm temperature. 

"Baby?" I whispered, holding him up to where it was an awkward hug, his face buried in the side of my neck as I felt myself start to sob. 

How could I be so selfish? He now has to say goodbye to his family. His friends. Everyone he knew. And for what? To spend the rest of his life with me? What a waste of time...

I suddenly felt soft, cold lips attaching to my neck, leaving small kisses. I pulled back. There, before me, was my love. The only one I would die for. 

His face was paler than before, his eyes now a deep red. Everything about him became more vibrant. His light brown hair was now a copper, his lips still retaining their perfect pink shade, his freckles more prominent. 

"H-How do you feel?" I asked, wiping the blood off of my face. e

"H-Hungry," he said, his hand slowly reaching up to rub his throat. 

"Of course..." I laughed out of joy. A joy that he was ok. "I love you. God, you don't know how much I love you." I kissed him passionately. 

He kissed back roughly. "I love you more."