Whispers // Paul Lahote

Paul glanced down at me taking note of my worried state before giving a soft smile. Reaching out he took my hand, stroking the back with his thumb. If it wasn't for the fact I was so caught up staring in his beautifully colored dark brown eyes I would have tried to pull my hand back. Everything inside me told me to pull back before I did something I would regret but it was already too late, I was starting to fall for the tall angry shifter that stood before me. For the way that his lips pressed so lightly against my cheek, for the way held me as I wept, for the way he couldn't love me like I did, and for the way his soft whispers could open my heart quicker than tears. The wolf with two imprints. The boy who I knew more than anything could break my heart the worst.
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Kassi Sallustio was born from death, supposed to be the impossible. Having a vampire father who fell in love with a beautiful artist that could only be described as a "Masterpiece from God." The two loved each other more than anything else they could possibly dream of. More than the death that they knew awaited them once the child was born. As the winter storm blew harshly that night, Elijah Sallustio held his dying wife in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she was slowly lulled into a new ending sleep. Giving his wife one more kiss, he cradled the love of his life tightly as he sobbed. Ignoring the sleeping creature that laid in the crib in the corner of the room.