The Exiled Vampire’s Second Wife

I had almost made it to my car when I spotted him standing next to it. He could probably smell my scent coming from inside of it. That’s the only way he could know it was mine unless….“Have you been stalking me?” I question him in an extremely calm voice. I was more than irritated. It would explain why I’ve been smelling traces of his scent all week. He must have caught my scent and realized I was his mate if what he claims is true. He ignores my question. “I’m going to change your mind. I’m your mate. You won’t be able to resist long.”Was he serious? “No you won’t. Not like this.”“Like what?”“Like an entitled man, behaving like a child who isn’t getting his way. Are you going to cry next and storm off if I reject you again? Even if we are mates, that doesn’t mean you own me. I don’t have to be with you, and talking to me like that certainly isn’t earning you any points.”He frowned. “That’s not how I meant it. I meant I will do whatever it takes to win you over because you are

I was surprised. He drove a small sleek black Nissan with dark tinted windows. I was expecting an expensive sports car. But maybe since he didn’t belong to a family anymore he didn’t have that kind of money anymore. Or maybe he chose it for its inconspicuous look if he was hiding from his family. He did say it was a bitter parting. That musky rose-and-ginger scent filled my senses as soon as I sat inside the car. That scent just drew me right in. I found myself sitting with my eyes closed just enjoying be enveloped in that scent. I didn’t open my eyes even as I heard him get in the driver’s seat. I opened my eyes after a moment when I realized we hadn’t moved yet. I looked over at him to see him watching me. “What?” I asked. “Nothing.” He began to back up. We listened to music during the car ride. He seemed to prefer Blues and Reggae, some hip hop. I was more of a dance girl— the type of stuff you might hear in a club. The car ride wasn’t long— only twenty minutes. I got nervous

I was confused by the sudden blackness, but I finally realized that that we were moving. He was carrying me and running, running so fast that my eyes only had time to process that it was night outside, and that’s why everything was looked black. As suddenly as he had grabbed me, he stopped. He couldn’t have been running for more than a few seconds, and yet I had no idea where we were. “Where are we?” I asked as I looked around. We were obviously in a clearing in a forest somewhere, I noted as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness finally. “In the woods about halfway between your apartment and Orlando,” he informed me. Holy shit. Orlando was four hours from where I lived. He just did a two hour trip in seconds, and he wasn’t even winded. He wasn’t kidding when he said they were fast. “I know you said vampires were really fast, but….”“But it’s different to experience it and truly understand how fast?” he offered. I nodded. I was still taking in the new surroundings when he wrap

Back at my apartment, I cleaned myself up and put on some soft fuzzy pants and a loose cotton t-shirt. I was still raging as I lit some candles around the apartment in an effort to help myself wind down for the night. I know I was frustrated earlier that he hadn’t texted me back all day, but in hindsight I really didn’t know why I had gotten so angry over something so… not worth getting angry about. And when he suddenly showed up to save me after not talking to me all day, it just got so much worse. I should have been grateful that he cared enough to protect me right? Instead I was just furious. About half an hour after I got home, he knocked on my door. I almost decided not to answer it, to ignore him as he had ignored me. But now that I had let him into the apartment, I was pretty sure if I didn’t answer, he would just find another way in. I could remedy that by spelling him out again, but I didn’t think I would have time before he just decided to enter on his own. I took a deep

DaxMy acquaintance was the guy who had helped me change my last name. He wasn’t a private investigator, just a guy who sold identification documents (passports, birth certificates, social security, etc) to people who needed it under the radar. Most of his clientele were immigrants, but vampires use people like him given how we don’t age, and we need someone who won’t ask questions. In this instance however, I did need him to do some research, which would probably take some convincing. I tracked him down in the old downtown area. He was still exactly where he was when I used his services last time. He kept a small office in the back of an old barber shop. The owner let him set up shop there on the condition that he gets a cut of the profits. I melted into shadow and moved to the corner of his office. I waited a moment before coming out of the shadows. “I know your there Dax,” he spoke before I had a chance to show myself. I casually stepped out of the shadows then and moved aroun