Page 33 of Blood and Secrets
“I said yes, you can turn me, Sebastian. Let’s do it now.” His lips pressed into mine.
“I thought you were against it. I thought you hated the idea of being a vampire. That you were worried about your soul.”
“There is nothing wrong with you or your soul. I didn’t mean to make you think that.”
“You said no for so long…” I said, imploring him to explain. He stayed silent and I looked over at him, reaching over to push my fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed.
“I like how cool you feel against me. I like you feeding from me.”
“Are you serious?” I asked. “You wanted to risk death because you got off on feeding me? You know I can still feed from vampires. I’m a master.”
“I know,” he grumbled. “But… who will take care of you during the day?” He whispered quietly.
Tate wanted to watch over me when I was defenseless. He was staying human to protect me. I sighed. He’d denied me for so long. I’d thought it was because he still believed there was something wrong with me. Instead, it was just his immense need to keep me safe.
“Let’s go home after this,” I said.
“Home?”
“My family’s home. It’s still mine,” I said, thinking of the large estate. Tate hummed.
“What about the Brotherhood? They’ll find us there.”
“Let them then,” I sighed. “I’m tired of running from them. What the hell will they do anyway?”
“Burn the place down, chop off our heads, push stakes through our hearts.” He looked over at me with a smile.
“They hardly care about us anymore,” I said. “Why risk themselves for us when we’ve never caused them any trouble?”
“Must not suffer a vampire to live,” Tate said with a withering voice of disapproval. He looked down at me sprawled on his chest. “Are you trying to avoid turning me now?”
“A little,” I admitted. “I’m nervous something could go wrong now that I’m actually faced with the situation.”
“It’ll be okay,” he whispered, pulling my mouth to his for a kiss. Then he turned his head and pulled me to his neck. “It’ll be okay. Drink,” he said. I pressed my nose to his skin, smelling him deeply. Then I sunk my teeth into him before drawing blood into my mouth, swallowing down thick gulps.
He groaned, melting into the couch as I took more than I ever had before. Until he was weak and nearly bled dry beneath me. Still, he gripped my shirt, unwilling to let me go. I pulled my wrist to my mouth, bit and then I offered it to him. He drank me in and I shuddered, feeling his hot tongue lap at my sensitive, thin skin.
Finally, he let go. His eyes started to close as he dropped my wrist.
“I’m tired,” he said.
“I’ll take care of you,” I whispered. I pressed my mouth to his as he died.
The next night I waited in the backyard next to the impromptu grave I’d dug. Tate was under there and I was waiting for him to crawl back out. Digging himself out was probably for the best so I was trying to wait calmly. However, I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d been up for an hour, what was taking so long?
I went to my knees and shoveled scoops of dirt to the side, trying not to panic. A moment later I felt his hands reaching up, digging his way to the surface. I helped him and soon we collapsed on the grass side by side.
I looked over at him. He was covered in dirt, his crystal blue eyes staring at the night sky in wonder. Finally, he turned to face me and smiled. Fangs showed in his mouth. This would be forever now and the thought filled me with more joy than I’d ever had before.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey? That’s a bit anticlimactic,” I offered, unable to stop myself from smiling. I rolled on my side and slid my hand across his jaw.
“Should I sing a song?” He joked. His face flinched in what looked like pain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Fuck, I’m hungry,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. I pulled a bag of blood out and gave it to him. Quickly, he drained it and sighed in relief. His lips were stained deep red.
“Still hungry?” I asked.
“Yes,” he grumbled. I laughed and he shot me an irritated look.
“Come on, let’s get you more then.” We both stood up. I dusted off the dirt from my pants and started to head into the house. Tate suddenly tackled me to the ground. He was so fast I didn’t even have time to react.
“Come on,master, try to get up,” he taunted. I bucked underneath him and he laughed, turning me around to face him. He was stronger than he had any right to be so early after his turn. Tate was going to be a strong vampire. He snatched my wrists and pressed them to the ground.
“I’m going to like this,” he said before diving in for a kiss.
