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The first manifestation of pregnancy that most Vampires have is sleepwalking, a mental breakdown then beginning to gradually lose awareness and memories. While making love at that time, Phoebe was bloodthirsty and tried to bite Louis' shoulder to drink blood, it was not because she was too hungry to take the risk nor because Phoebe was too hateful of Louis to attack him. Phoebe's action at that time was to create a "mate" link with Louis, but… Louis refused this connection by brutally beating Phoebe and causing her already weakened spirit to become even more damaged pity and fear for him.

And what hurt him more was that she called him a bloodsucker. "Sorry," He said sincerely looking at her red fuming face, and continued, " I apologize. I didn't want to bring it up that night and make you uncomfortable. I was just being impulsive. But you have to know that I'm not marrying you out of my free will. I'm doing this for my child in your belly. He will be my firstborn, I want him to come to this world with dignity. We, vampires, care about our family tree more seriously than you can imagine. And for your information, I have someone I love" That is you. He says to her.

“You’re nothing but trouble, sneaking in here when I didn’t give you permission.” “I know.” “I came here to get away from you. Figured you wouldn’t come looking.” “I know.” “Do you know why I’m hiding from you, Ria?” He pushed my hair to one side, leaning over until his lips hovered right above my neck. His breath along my flesh sent shivers down my spine, my back arching and grinding against his hardened length beneath me. “When vampires drink, it elicits arousal,” he muttered lowly. I gasped when his teeth scraped against my throat, right over the artery. “We prefer to drink while we fuck, and the scent of your blood…”

She opened one eye slightly as she replied, “Laura,” “Laura, I'm Larry, I'm a vampire and you should probably hold on tight and try not to scream, the speed might feel strange but remember I've got you.” She nodded frantically, closed her eyes again, tightened her grip around his neck and bit her lip to keep from screaming as Larry whooshed them out. In a matter of seconds, they were in front of a beautiful condo surrounded with white picket fence and lilies that were almost completely dead. Their once vibrant colors now looked faded.

I slipped my arms around his waist and liked the way it was making me feel to be this close to him. We were in this together and I was going to make this work no matter what. All I had to do now was convince him that he shouldn’t kill the ancient. At least, not yet. Once I convinced him, I would speak to my father. However, when he rolled his eyes and put his arms around me, I had only one thing on my mind. The movies were wrong. Vampires didn’t have just one thing on their minds when they turned. They had two. Sex and blood. I had been able to control my lust … Mostly anyway … Since I turned, but being around Fynn was like being in a chocolate factory! I couldn’t get enough!

it wasn't pretty either. "The way you describe the hunt, it's kind of the same thing for us Vamps. All you need to do is stare at them intensely and just like that, they're yours but I- I don't enjoy doing that anymore," Rachel gulped another immense amount of liquor. I figured her mind had reminded her of her last night with Tilly and the chaos that had ensued. I hooked my left arm around her right arm and my head tilted to rest on the lower bit of her shoulder. "Why don't you enjoy it anymore? It's a part of who you are," Ociena commented.

I hated this time of the year because even carrying her to bed showed me how frail and exhausted she was, a clear sign that she would leave me soon. I placed her into our bed and kissed her temple. "Rest, my love..." I said, and she sighed, when I covered her with her fluffy blanket. It was pink and it had unicorns, which contrasted with the dark grays in the room. I made my way back to the studio and sat down at my desk. Better get some work done. I was reviewing some reports when my phone rang. "Hello," I said, "Sergei, my friend." Maximus D´Angelo was the only Lycan who could have made it possible for Vampires and Lycans to get along.

I was starting to get desperate with our lips devouring each other and our bodies rubbing together, I wanted more. "Damon, more please," I pleaded making him look at me and as if something clicked in his mind, he quickly retreated from me. "Fuck, what have I done?" he whispered while running his hand through his hair in frustration. He gave me one last look and used his vampiristic speed to leave my bedroom. I was left on the bed confused and flustered. What was his problem? Every single time we would get a little intimate he would always pull some shit like that. At least Ryan seemed like the guy who knew what he wanted.

"I'm not gonna lie to you. I would like all of us to live in harmony, but I'll never forgive the Lycans for rejecting me and murdering my mother and my aunt. And if for that I have to face the other species too, so be it. Nothing will stand in my way. But I can't guarantee to live to protect the humans. I know all they want is for me to be a puppy under their rule." With that being said, Occisor turns his back to Mary and walks to his room. When he opens the door, he notices that Margaret was not in her bed. He sighs. He already knew where she was and who she was with. He walks a few steps and lies down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. A few minutes later, the bedroom door opens again and

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.