Lust:
1 : usually intense or unbridled sexual desire : lasciviousness 2a : an intense longing : b : enthusiasm, eagerness. 3 obsolete. a : pleasure, delight.TessaThe feeling stayed, I knew someone was watching me. The whole fucking night. I was not threatened, but I was so goddamn curious. Until the man showed himself the second my assailants were trying to mug and force me to hand them the keys to my bike. I almost laugh if not for the mysterious man who decided to step out of the shadows.Well...well...The guy was dressed in all black, my favorite color. He was tall and pale, so fucking pale that I could almost see the veins on his flawless face. His eyes were so strikingly intense, it was like he was poking into my soul. Weird.The man looked poised, and elegant as if he was too cool for the parking lot. He seemed like he belonged in a Venetian mansion, all dark, pale and mysterious.His gaze was studying me, he did not interrupt as I handle the two lame guys and sent them out of town because I didn't want to deal with their dead bodies. Not when I have the finest-looking man I've seen since...well, forever."You've been watching me all night." I went straight to accusing him because I know he did. His cool gaze sipped into my insides, sending a warm tingling feeling that I never thought I had."I have,""Who sent you?" I asked and raised an eyebrow when he said that no one had sent him."Then why?" I was intrigued. I remain in my spot, truly curious about the guy and honestly, I was half trying to strip the guy naked in my mind. I did not fear him, not with the way he was blatantly checking me out. The answer to my question was not something I care about at the moment. It won't be the first time the mob sent someone to check me out on my job. Though I usually managed to shake them off, apparently not this guy. This guy was like a ghost, I felt him but couldn't fucking see him. He was that good, I'll give him that."Your bloodlust," he stated, closing our distance. I was not at all threatened by his forwardness, by the fact that he had watched me kill a guy and disposed of his body then sent two thugs away after their well-deserved beatings. My heart was pounding faster, I could feel it. His aura was demanding, though I didn't succumb to him. Well, not without a strong will. Somehow his appearance rattled my thoughts, and fuck... it was an eye-opening one. Didn't think someone had that kind of pull over me."You watched me having sex," I was failing to calm my heartbeat as his gaze still latched on to mine. Then he lowered himself down to smell my neck and it made my heart jump a bit too excitedly."I watched you orgasmed, yes, I could offer you a harder one than your boy toy."I didn't know what to say to him so I laughed and pushed him back instead. I needed to control my heartbeat, I needed to calm the fuck down, this guy shouldn't be able to make me feel stuff. I am not that person, I don't feel stuff."Take me back to your place, invite me in." He tugged my waist flat to his body making me feel his hard cock."I don't know who you think you are, but you're out of your mind." I spat my words but didn't say anything when he took my wrist while his other hand was holding my backside. The man was keeping me still. So I stayed, though I still didn't know how he made me do it. It was a loose hold and my curiosity won when I let him, my eyes darted to his finely shaped lips as I let them latch to my wrist.The piercing sensation confused me for a fraction of a second before my composure slipped and I let out a pathetic gasp when I feel the most damn sensation as if he was sucking on my blood. It was a freaky feeling, was it a new kind of fetish that I didn't know about? Should let him keep on sucking blood from my wrist? Is he really sucking blood from my wrist?My brain was busy trying to figure the guy out while my inside was definitely horny for him. Damn. And then he stopped, dared to smile at me, and licked my wrist.What the... Where's the wound? I was sure that he punctured and sucked my blood. I was still questioning his ways, confused, maybe a bit dazed but I was proud of myself that I stayed still when he backed away."I can give you more. Invite me when I knock on your door. Until next time, my little killer." He obnoxiously purred as he gave me a fucking nickname, then he moved back and disappeared from my view."Fuck, what the hell?" I cursed and looked out to the shadows where he disappeared into. Shaking the daze out of my stance when I walked home to my apartment.I thought I had the sexual urge fucked out of my system less than an hour ago. I always get horny after a kill. The guy from the club was an okay fuck, I climaxed and I left, that should've satisfied my needs.So why the hell couldn't I control myself?It was almost dawn, I was probably too tired. It had been a very long day for me. I took a quick shower moments after I reached my apartment, then put on shorts and a t-shirt. But sleep didn't come easily as it should, so I decided to go to my studio making myself cozy at the drawing table.His face was the first thing I started to outline, then his eyebrows. My fingers gripped the pencil with ease, my wrist moved with precision finding its rhythm and started drawing creases, longer than shorter points. His intense eyes were next, they looked bored yet particularly intense at the same time. I paused, took a deep breath, and rested back in my seat. I reached my side table and poured the golden liquid, savoring the burn in my throat.Closing my eyes, I focused to remember his details while drinking my glass of brandy. The man had long hair, shoulder length, and he styled it classically with a low ponytail. When other guys make them look girly, there was nothing girly about the mysterious man. I didn't even hesitate with the details, there was nothing subtle in his gaze. It was evident that he wanted me, and he was not shy about expressing it.Damn...Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.I was a hyper-realistic drawing artist in real life. There were people out there waiting for my newest creation. I had followers, and collectors, who knew they were real-life drawings. Those sick wannabe killers made my life easier when they were willing to pay a crazy amount of money for my creations. I was known for my dark arts, lots of blood, decapitations, and violence, all cringing effects for first-timers. But for those who have the thirst, they seek me out privately and I rarely had my drawings on display for long since they would quickly sell off once I put them on my web.Maybe I should draw the mysterious man. Maybe next time. For now, I need sleep. I got another big job coming up in a couple of more hours. I need my rest, and I finally smile when my body relaxes and my eyes were getting heavy.Three months laterNero"He will cause trouble that spoiled son of yours," I grumbled after Emilian's bodyguard reported that once again the kid played with fire when he decided that it was okay for him to follow Tessa's footsteps and play assassin for one of the local gang members."Oh, my sweet king, he's your kid too. I know you adore him. He's just finding his place in the city, Emilian just moved from his hometown. There's nothing wrong with him. He's perfectly perfect." My little killer said in her sweet loving words placing her legs on mine, straddling me, and placing her arms around my shoulders. We were having a nice quiet evening away from our children and the hectic affairs of vampire younglings, on top of Emilian's. Now that almost all of our sired children were mated, they're busy with their own families. I shouldn't have anything to complain about when my bloodline was expanding and getting stronger. Still, little stuff got me agitated even when I have my Queen to take t
Vampire cult: is an alternative lifestyle and subculture based around the mythology of and popular culture based on vampires.Tessa"Well, I guess I should tell you from the start. It might came a shock to you but I want you to open up your mind about us. Promise me not to run out of here once I tell you about who we really are."He gave me a little chuckle promising me that he won't. He looked at me as if I was out of my mind. But I sat straighter trying to compose myself, after two decades of being a vampire it was my first time telling anyone what I truly was and not killing them in the end.Do I want to tell him? Yes. Do I wish he stumbled on the knowledge of me and Nero being vampires instead of me sitting to his front trying to compose my words? Yes, please.I cleared my throat before I start my explanation. "My name is Tessa and I'm a Xerxes, my husband, my mate, your future king is Nero Severus Xerxes. He is a vampire and so am I." I paused trying to get a feel of how crazy did
Loss: the state or feeling of grief when deprived of someone or something of value.EmilianI did not expect help from a stranger. Mom and I had been surviving without anyone's help since the day Dad passed away. We use to be a small happy family until we were not. Losing Dad had taken a great toll on Mom's health until she too passed away and I was alone in the world.I didn't know how I'd cope if it wasn't for Tessa who took pity on me. She adopted my grown ass and moved me to their castle. I was ashamed for a few moments before I told myself what the hell and let them take me in. I was nineteen, I should be able to defend myself, be independent, and just...live. But I was so damn tired, it felt good for once to have someone taking care of me. When the third day came, I was wondering why haven't I ever seen them in the daylight. Yesterday I thought that they were working, but when I asked the cook who was preparing breakfast for me, she basically said to ask Nero and Tessa myself w
Anomaly: something that deviates from what is standard, normal, or expected.Tessa"Then there was Helena. It was more than two decades ago, I think. I'm just saying that you're turning me into a jealous killer. At least you're not giving me wrinkles." I pushed him back to our sofa in the middle of our living quarters and straddled his thighs.On quiet nights there was nothing more I'd like to do than to climb and situated myself on his lap. We usually have our meals from blood bags to fill my thirst for human blood since I'd be too tired to move my limbs after a satisfying orgasm between us."Tomorrow I'm taking you out for a hunt.""Sounds like a perfect date. Now, cuddle me close. You've turned me into a cuddle slut." I hummed in appreciation when he wrapped his pale hands around me and rested me on the crook of his shoulder.But the hunt that was supposed to happen the next day, happened two days later when we visited Florence, Italy. We bought a castle together a couple of years
Jealous: feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages.Nero"I'm still not sure about sending him off with Vesper. Remind me why am I doing this again?" Tessa asked me for the third or maybe fourth time already. I know that I should be bored by now. She had told me that she did not expect sudden care for other humans or vampires. Tessa confessed that it came so suddenly that she didn't think it was in her to give a damn in the first place."Tessa, you know your half-brother is not going to be safe going back to his place.""Ugh, I shouldn't even care about these things. This is me giving a damn. I should work more. I think this is what free time does to my brain and I don't think it's pretty."I was not expecting her to be back working, she still needs to control her urges. I did not need my little killer on steroids. With her new urges for human blood, I need eyes on her all-time making sure she behaved accordingly. Pissing off our human liaison and trigger
Docile: well-behaved, quiet, and easy to control.Lowell"I don't understand, why can't I go home?" It has been days maybe even more than a week since they held me against my will. Honestly, I've lost track of time with the days and nights being the other around. Here, the place came to live at night, surely because they were vampires and they checked in on me during their waking hours.At least my new room was better than the dungeon where they shackled me when they first took me in, still, I had no freedom. Okay, I admit that it was my fault for wanting my half-sister dead because of her money. But still, I'd prefer they decide what they'd do to me rather than not having a clue about the days to come."Lowell, you're our new Queen's half-brother. At the moment she's still adjusting to her new role as our queen and she's yet to determine how she's going to proceed with you. Besides you're safer here. Imagined Yubkin's men wanting revenge on you.""I have a life." I interrupted with a