Confessions Of A Vampire (5 page)

Pulling the veil over my face, I
arose
,
fully prepared to carry through with this plan, even if it killed me. Without a single doubt, I took my time down the stair
s
and smiled shyly up at my maker and soon to be husband. As the minister arrived to bind us as husband and wife under human laws, I played my part to perfection.

The vows flowed off of my tongue as if I actually meant them. Kieran seemed pleased that I was so eager to be his fully and when we were pronounced husband and wife he lifted me off the ground, kissing me passionately.
I pushed the bile that rose in my throat back and kissed him back. If there was ever a time I needed to be the perfect actress, now was that time.

We waited for the minister to take his leave before doing the ritual that would bond
us
under vampire laws. Star handed him the gold dagger and both of our wrists were cut. Our blood mixed in a chalice and we shared the drink. A hand
-
fasting
followed and within minutes we were bound for eternity.

Inside I was restless. I wanted to end it that night but as Star and I had discussed we had to wait a few nights so that we didn't draw suspicion to me. Not that it would have really matter
ed
. We could easily have killed anyone who looked our way but we didn't want it to come to that.

I survived the night and kept up my act of the happy little wife all the while I was anxiously awaiting the perfect moment. Sharing Kieran's bed gave me ample opportunity but having to actually sleep with him was making me careless. I wanted him dead and I wanted it now.

I don't know what actually happened that led to his final death at my sister's hands but just a few nights after our marriage, my husband met his true death. As I've mentioned
,
my maker could be very violent and I was often on the receiving end of his anger. I never knew when he'd strike and I guess that night my sister decided it was enough when she heard my screams as he beat me.
I lay beneath him, a bloody mess from the beating I’d endured for simply choosing a male for a meal the night prior.

As I slipped in and out of consciousness
I heard her enter the room and
struggled to yell
for her to get out.
For all
of our existence
I'd protect
ed
Star at all costs but that night my little sister protected me. It all happened in slow motion, or so it seemed. Kieran turned to raise his hand to her and was met with a sharp stake to the chest. As blood and goop exploded
from his body,
covering
everything
in the room, Star's words echoed in my head.

“
No one fucks with the Spencer girls.”

Chapter
Seven

I hadn't realized that I'd been crying until I felt the warmth of a human hand on my own. My eyes lifted to meet his and I saw concern shining in them.

“I'm fine,” I managed to say while wiping the tears from my face. “He got everything he deserved.”

Severus' growl rocked the entire house it seemed and both the young man and I nearly jumped out of our skin. My eyes found him leaning against the door and I gave him a sad smile. He closed the distance between us and pulled me to my feet and into his embrace.
His hand was warm against my cheek as he caressed it, a look of worry furrowing his brow.

“These are memories best left buried, my love.”
His voice was deep with his concern
for me and I smiled
up at my husband
through tears
.

“It must be told, Severus, if he is to know the truth.” My own voice was quiet and reassuring. I could feel how much he wanted to send the young man away and protect me from reliving things that obviously upset me. Yet, he remained silent.
It went against his nature to hold back from demanding that this meeting end at once and I knew he sensed my intense need to let this all out.

Without a word he sat in my chair and pulled me
onto
his lap, his hands resting on my hips. I shifted slightly finding the perfect spot and lightly touched his cheek with my lips. These were the intimate moments that no one got to see. This was the side of my husband that caused me to fall more in love with him every day. And this young man that had come to find out about my life was seeing firsthand just how much a demon meant to me.

The young man interrupted us by clearing his throat. “You two seem very much in love. Was it always so?”

I nearly choked on my laughter and turned to look at my husband then back at him. “No, Severus didn't believe he was capable of love until he met me.”

Sev rolled his eyes and shook his head. “My wife is very persistent.”

“So how long did it take for you to realize you were in love?”

“I knew instantly, from the moment I laid eyes on him again. It took Sev here a bit longer.”

His smirk sent shivers
through
me as his hands slid lower to rest on my thigh and I was transported almost instantly back to that night a little over five years ago when our paths crossed
once again
.
I looked down at my husband with love as I began to tell the story.

I'd just arrived at the party and it was in full swing. As I made my way through the crowd I found myself bored already. Eight centuries on Earth would do that to you. It was the same routine almost every night. Wake, feed, party, die for the night. If I was lucky, somewhere between the waking and dying thing, I'd find someone interesting to converse with.

Glancing around the room the possibility of that seemed hopeless and I grabbed a bottle
of
blood and found a seat poolside. Scrunching my nose I took a sip of the god awful concoction that was supposed to help nourish my kind and slid my shades into place. I stretched out on the chaise under the artificial lighting that was designed to make us feel as if we were in the sun without the devastating and debilitating consequences of actually being so.

The idle chatter of the party around me faded into the background as I closed my eyes. I guess I'd
lain
there, ignoring those around me
,
for at least an hour when I smelled the most delicious scent ever. Sitting up involuntarily, I looked around the room until my gaze landed on the tall
,
dark haired man who stood next to my Queen. Forcing myself to remain seated I watched him closely as he spoke and laughed. Several times he glanced my way and for a brief second time stood still.
There was something oddly familiar about his scent and my curiosity was piqued.

My thoughts ran wild and I knew I had to meet him, but I waited. I waited for him to come to me. You see, I never chased anyone and I wasn't about to start, not even for the perfection of this man. Faking disinterest I
lay
back down and adjusted the dark glasses over my eyes again.

Minutes later the shadow I'd been waiting for fell over me and I slid the shades down my nose, peering over them at him. I gave him a bored smile then pushed them back up into place. His chuckle was melodic and inviting as he sat next to me. Neither of us spoke. Words weren't necessary then and at times they still aren't.

The silence was comfortable and it wasn't long before I could no longer control my desires. Pulling the tank top over my head and wiggling out of my cutoffs, I dove into the pool knowing he'd follow. I heard the splash and turned to find myself in his arms.

Our lips met in a fiery kiss that rocked me to my core. Unaffected by the crowd of people around us
,
we gave into basic primal need and sought pleasure from each other.
As our bodies became one the
nagging thought that he seemed too familiar
crossed my mind again and
I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried.

As his hands and movements brought my body to heights I'd only known once before I pushed aside all thought and reason and became his, if
only
for just that moment. My body arched to meet his, his kisses seared their memory into my skin and I was hopelessly lost in this man.

His whispered words drove me over the edge of sanity and I fell
, hard and fast, for him and all that he was,
without even knowing his name.

As our bodies relaxed I clung to him. I couldn't let go and neither could he. We stayed joined in that pool for a long time before either of us could bear to move away from the other. As he tied the top of my bikini for me I longed to beg him to stay with me, for an hour, a night, or perhaps eternity.

To say I was shocked by what happened next is an understatement of a lifetime. His arm snaked around my waist and I found myself pressed tightly against his chest. His lips were heated against my forehead as he spoke.

“
My place or yours?”

A giggle erupted from me and I stood on tiptoe to kiss him softly. “Mine,” I whispered against his lips as he lifted me out of the pool. We spent that night and the coming week locked inside my cottage exploring each
other’s
body and talking. We talked for hours and I felt an instant connection to Severus. I wanted to know everything there was to know about this intriguing and incredibly sexy demon.

He survived on the only human food I had in the place, ice cream, for days.
Not that he complained since m
ost of the time he ate it off of my body which always led to him forgetting he'd been hungry in the first place.

Venturing out of the bedroom towards the end of the week, I sat on the kitchen counter, watching him prepare a meal he'd materialized out of thin air. We laughed and joked and it all seemed so natural. Turning on the radio he yanked me off the counter and into his arms as Frank Sinatra's voice filled the kitchen. We danced slow
ly
, distracted by stolen kisses and it was in that moment that I
first
knew I was in love with this demon.

We became inseparable after that and everyone
, including Severus,
warned me that I shouldn't get attached. I knew that demons were cunning and tricky but I trusted him. In my heart I trusted that Severus would never hurt me.

We spent every waking hour together and I was having more fun than I'd had in ages. He would snap us
to wonderful
places and we had grand adventures. Paris, Milan, Rome. Rome was where he was originally from and still kept a home there. We were so happy in Rome.

But o
f course, fate had other plans and I’d soon learn that listening to my heart wasn’t always the smartest thing to do.

The feel of his kiss on the back of my neck catapulted me out of the memory and back to the present. Sneaking a peek at the clock I was shocked to see it was after three in the morning.

“You must be getting tired,” I said to the young man and he nodded. “Go on then. Be back here tomorrow and we'll continue.”

Watching as he gathered his belongings I remained on Sev's lap, content to spend
these
moments alone with him. We were lost in a kiss and never noticed
that
our guest had left.

The afternoon sun peeked through the curtains and I groaned
as I turned
over to throw an arm around my husband. My eyes flew open when I was met with an empty bed and my mood quickly turned when I found the note on his pillow.

He'd been called away again. Lucifer never gave us a break. By now I should have been used to it, but it still always bothered me when I woke to find him gone. I missed him terribly when we were apart.

Sighing heavily I rolled from the bed and hurried to shower. I'd just made it down the stairs when the doorbell rang and the fresh faced young man appeared in the living room behind the butler.

I motioned for him to sit, taking my own seat
across from him
. He rushed to unpack his recorder and I could see he was anxious to get started.