His Beloved 2

“Want to hear my last name?” she purred. Dear goddess almighty. When she isn’t talking like I’m going to eat her she had the most captivating deep, feminine voice. Luckily my hands were in my pockets.

“S-sure,” I stuttered.

“Business,” she winked throwing her hair over her shoulder, and continued the graveled path.

“Nunya Business? Nunya Business.” I repeated over and over. I smiled widely, my fangs overshadowing my lower lip as I barked out a laugh. Slapping my knee my laughter roared over the lake, echoing into the not-to-distant woods. Vampires from afar watched me in amusement, some snorting at my ridiculousness. I don’t remember if I have ever laughed that hard in my life, it felt surprisingly refreshing, it felt right. My heart did summersaults, feeling the soaring eagles run through me.

I was too busy laughing to pay attention where my beloved was going until the smell of her intoxicating scent filled my lungs. Different, her blood was different than any other human’s that I ha