Immortal Desire

The antique pendulum clock in the living room struck at midnight. Its melancholic roar echoed in the whole mansion. It may be strange but this sound made the lady of the house curl her body even more on her bed, hoping for an extended trip to dreamland, but that was not the case. Lavinia opened her eyes when she felt the cooling breeze brushing her skin. She wandered her hands on the surface, only to find no one. Fear crept inside her understanding she was alone, again, inside the dull room where she had a multicolored world of her own. “Sebastian?” Lavinia called, anticipating the man to answer, but, to her fright, no one responded. Lavinia draped the blanket on her body before getting up. She glanced at the midnight sky from the window. The stars were shimmering, making the midnight atmosphere bearable for one who feared the dark. It’s unlikely for her to look at the sky since Sebastian warned her to remain inside the mansion, claiming it’s dangerous outside, and she complied. She

Lavinia’s soft breathing could be heard like a melody played in the middle of the night. It was gentle in Sebastian’s ears. Nobody would have thought the lady with a frail body could kill someone with her bare hands. ‘Her memories might be altered but the pain of being betrayed once must have a deep impression in her heart, lending her strength to protect herself from any harm. Even when she hasn’t awakened her true power,’ the vampire lord thought to himself. “Come out,” he ordered. Two men came out from the shadows and bent their heads in reverence for their master. “My lord, your humble servants pay their respects,” they greeted. Sebastian turned around and led to the exit. He took a glance at the beauty sleeping on his bed before ushering them out of the chamber, accompanied by his servants. The stench of blood grew stronger as Sebastian approached the room at the end of the corridor. He raised an eyebrow when he found the door sealed. “So she learned to be cautious of her cri

Lavinia fixed the bed, opened the window to let the sunshine in, and inhaled the fresh air. The aromatic scent of the green leaves and wildflowers mixed in the open was pleasant, giving the lady more energy to start her day. Wearing a bright smile, she left the room to follow her lover. The smell of melting butter on baked bread pervaded the entire kitchen. Lavinia licked the side of her brims. The thought of having a savory breakfast after a delightful morning encounter with Sebastian made her hungry. “We ran out of cheese. No eggs left,” Sebastian said, wiping butter on Lavinia’s face, grinning, as he leaned down and rubbed it. “You’re mistaken, wipe it on bread.” Lavinia made a face, “Do I look like one?” Sebastian smirked, he held Lavinia’s waist and he made her sit at the table. “You look fresher than baked bread, I figured out the butter would dissolve faster on your face,” he leaned in and whispered in her ears, “It melted faster with my tongue though.” Lavinia blushed, her

“What do you think?” Lavinia asked, spinning around to show Sebastian’s clothes that she was wearing. ‘Sexy,’ Sebastian thought. He gasped and extended his hand. “People need not see you in a beautiful dress, so they could swoon over you. Let’s go,” he said. Lavinia shrugged and grabbed Sebastian’s arm. “It’s more convenient to wear this than the dresses though,” she stated, linking their arms together. “Why don’t you buy more of this for me?” “Can’t. You’re a lady and still have to wear pretty dresses when you’re with me.” Sebastian helped her get on the carriage. He made sure that she was comfortable in her seat before sitting next to her. “Buscia city,” Sebastian told the chauffeur. “Yes, my lord.” The old man pulled the reins, and the carriage moved, thanks to the horses dragging it. “Buscia city? Is it far?” Lavinia asked. “No, it is a few miles away. They have better goods than in the local market,” Sebastian explained. “You’ll see many fine things you might like over t

“Pft!” Lavinia covered her mouth when she heard what the boy asked. She was sure that Sebastian wouldn’t be happy once he learned about it. “Does Sebastian look funny? You're trying not to laugh when I mentioned his name,” the lad said, painting his face with curiosity. “Wahahahaha!” Lavinia burst into laughter. “H-he's not, it's just... hahaha, he's not my father.” The young fellow nodded his head. "He's your lover then?" he asked, looking up to meet Lavinia's brown eyes. Lavinia, fascinated at the young boy's eye glow, wasn't able to utter a word for a sec as a response. "I could see the clear sky in your peeper," she whispered. "It’s deep-ocean blue," the young boy corrected, flaunting his beautiful aqua eyes. "It's rare for our kind to have this eye color, don't you think they're lovely?" "They're wonderful," Lavinia complimented, referring to the boy's eye color, not his exact eyes. "Coming from you who have a pair of brown eyes, I don't feel honored. But you have a unique