thoughts and visions filling my head while she fed me.
We returned to the castle and again to her bedchamber. “Your body will feel numb soon and you’ll be unable to move. The scars that tell the story of your encounter will be but a memory when you awake. You’ll be as beautiful and radiant as you were at the start of this night. Rest now, my child. Embrace your slumber with open arms.”
I still couldn’t speak. I simply did exactly what she told me. I lay on an animal fur next to a roaring fire, welcoming the warmth. I tried to keep my eyes on her as she disrobed, but my sight became blurry. I felt like a paralytic. Alas, I could only bear witness to the flickering light of the flame growing dimmer and dimmer, until it was no more. I heard nothing. I felt nothing. I wasn’t drowning this time, simply resting.
As always, when I awoke, Mynea was already awake. She was again standing at the same great window intently studying the night’s full moon. Her thoughts, I imagined, were of a distant place, one unfamiliar to me. Suddenly she turned around as I stood. “Come to me, Aleron.”
She didn’t need to ask. I walked toward her, desiring a much-needed embrace, to feel her immense power. She loved me. I knew that once I touched her, she would never let any harm befall me. And I, her. The thought of any harm to my queen would drive me to madness. If love is, then blood is.
Mynea and I carried on in this fashion until a routine developed. The nights became weeks, and weeks became years. We dutifully left the castle in search of victims. My bloodlust began to match hers. My strength even began to rival hers. I knew this to be true because, though Mynea loved to be held, it aroused her more to exert her will on me, to show me what true power she beheld. This was proving to be more and more difficult as the years progressed. As my vampire abilities began tomanifest themselves under her constant tutelage, I became faster than my mother. I could leap higher and farther.
In my eagerness to please her, I drove myself hard to learn the lessons she gave. The results exceeded both our expectations. Though gravity still held a firm grip on my mother, it started to lose its grip on me. More and more often I led our airborne travels, holding Mynea in my arms. She would look upon me as though she were a proud mother observing an obedient son. Hunting became second only to breathing. I had a true vampire’s lust for it. The choice. The lure. The capture. The dance. And, of course, the blood. It was all so enchanting.
Upon our return, we alighted as one, and always directly to the bedchamber we would go. Expressions of our love would completely eclipse the amour shared by Romeo and Juliet. We followed blissful lovemaking with hours of conversation, Mynea answering as many questions as I could ask. I madly wanted to know about the ancient abyssal eyes I experienced through her thoughts, but I restrained myself from asking, though not knowing filled me with discontent. Nevertheless, intercourse with her would always comfort me.
Our lovemaking often began with Mynea pressing my head to her neck and allowing me to drink. While I drank, she would explore my body and further stimulate my desires until I reached complete and total rapture. Finally, we would drift into the type of sleep that only a vampire could ever know—slumber that numbed and nourished our entire bodies while drawing together vivid pictures and encounters that linked all of our kind. Dreams more akin to latent memories, never to be forgotten once transmitted during our sleep. We would awake strong and fully refreshed.
The rules that governed the life of a vampire were taught to me. Mynea would speak of them mostly while we were hunting. Many, I admit, were self-explanatory and simple, but there were some that baffled me.
“Aleron, I know you’ll eventually long for your mortal family.” She was right. I couldn’t deny that I periodically thought of my mother
We returned to the castle and again to her bedchamber. “Your body will feel numb soon and you’ll be unable to move. The scars that tell the story of your encounter will be but a memory when you awake. You’ll be as beautiful and radiant as you were at the start of this night. Rest now, my child. Embrace your slumber with open arms.”
I still couldn’t speak. I simply did exactly what she told me. I lay on an animal fur next to a roaring fire, welcoming the warmth. I tried to keep my eyes on her as she disrobed, but my sight became blurry. I felt like a paralytic. Alas, I could only bear witness to the flickering light of the flame growing dimmer and dimmer, until it was no more. I heard nothing. I felt nothing. I wasn’t drowning this time, simply resting.
As always, when I awoke, Mynea was already awake. She was again standing at the same great window intently studying the night’s full moon. Her thoughts, I imagined, were of a distant place, one unfamiliar to me. Suddenly she turned around as I stood. “Come to me, Aleron.”
She didn’t need to ask. I walked toward her, desiring a much-needed embrace, to feel her immense power. She loved me. I knew that once I touched her, she would never let any harm befall me. And I, her. The thought of any harm to my queen would drive me to madness. If love is, then blood is.
Mynea and I carried on in this fashion until a routine developed. The nights became weeks, and weeks became years. We dutifully left the castle in search of victims. My bloodlust began to match hers. My strength even began to rival hers. I knew this to be true because, though Mynea loved to be held, it aroused her more to exert her will on me, to show me what true power she beheld. This was proving to be more and more difficult as the years progressed. As my vampire abilities began tomanifest themselves under her constant tutelage, I became faster than my mother. I could leap higher and farther.
In my eagerness to please her, I drove myself hard to learn the lessons she gave. The results exceeded both our expectations. Though gravity still held a firm grip on my mother, it started to lose its grip on me. More and more often I led our airborne travels, holding Mynea in my arms. She would look upon me as though she were a proud mother observing an obedient son. Hunting became second only to breathing. I had a true vampire’s lust for it. The choice. The lure. The capture. The dance. And, of course, the blood. It was all so enchanting.
Upon our return, we alighted as one, and always directly to the bedchamber we would go. Expressions of our love would completely eclipse the amour shared by Romeo and Juliet. We followed blissful lovemaking with hours of conversation, Mynea answering as many questions as I could ask. I madly wanted to know about the ancient abyssal eyes I experienced through her thoughts, but I restrained myself from asking, though not knowing filled me with discontent. Nevertheless, intercourse with her would always comfort me.
Our lovemaking often began with Mynea pressing my head to her neck and allowing me to drink. While I drank, she would explore my body and further stimulate my desires until I reached complete and total rapture. Finally, we would drift into the type of sleep that only a vampire could ever know—slumber that numbed and nourished our entire bodies while drawing together vivid pictures and encounters that linked all of our kind. Dreams more akin to latent memories, never to be forgotten once transmitted during our sleep. We would awake strong and fully refreshed.
The rules that governed the life of a vampire were taught to me. Mynea would speak of them mostly while we were hunting. Many, I admit, were self-explanatory and simple, but there were some that baffled me.
“Aleron, I know you’ll eventually long for your mortal family.” She was right. I couldn’t deny that I periodically thought of my mother
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