Page 68 of Guardians for the Vamp
“Howdidyou become the first vampire?” Vara asks, sitting on the middle cushion of the couch. Thorne and I take a spot on either side of her.
“Ah, yes. You’d like for all the rumors and urban legends to be put to rest. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you. I remember waking up with an undying thirst, cold skin, and fangs. No memories of my life before.”
He finally looks away from the painting and sits in one of the arm chairs. There’s a coffee table between us with a stack of architecture magazines and books about witchcraft.
Interesting mix of reading material.
“Sounds like the work of a witch,” I say, pointing at one of his books.
“I thought so too, but I sought their help in those first few years hoping for answers. They tried to reverse what happened to me or to at least ease my thirst. Sadly, nothing worked. Even more unfortunate is killing every single witch who tried to help me. I knew it was wrong, I didn’t want to kill them, but the monster inside me was uncontrollable. My thirst was unbearable... unending... I tried to keep my victims alive, but it was too difficult at first. It took about 300 years before I learned to control myself.”
“Since you were the first vampire, you obviously created others,” I say, fascinated to learn the history of my kind. Tofill in the missing pieces of the lore. “How did you figure out the turning process?”
“By my 800th year on this earth, immortality had become quite boring, so... I experimented. It wasn’t until I gave my blood to a human on the brink of death that the turn took. I sired my first fledgling. Portia.
“Portia was just as uncontrollable as I had been, maybe worse. She went on to turn dozens of vampires. The undead population was growing too fast, to a point that I killed Portia myself and any other vampire I could find. That’s when I met Brynn. She was a gargoyle protecting a small village. She’d heard about me, my reign on humans, and all the new vampires my fledgling had created. Brynn tried to kill me, not caring that I was attempting to right my wrongs.”
He smiles at the memory, and my heart clenches. It’s clear his mates are no longer alive, and he’s still mourning them.
“Gargoyles quickly learned how to kill vampires—by process of elimination or maybe they had witnessed me ripping heads off bodies or tearing hearts from chests. Brynn had me on the ground, a stake to my heart. She sunk it down. Any normal vampire would have turned to dust. Not me. I simply cannot die.”
“What?” I gasp, hand to my heart.
Rorik shrugs. “I can walk in the sun as well. I don’t understand it, and the witches couldn’t figure it out either.”
His eyes return to the painting.
“Brynn was confused when I didn’t die, she froze while straddling me—as still as stone. Her scent overwhelmed me, honey and vanilla. I couldn’t stop my cock from hardening underneath her. She snapped out of her shock that I hadn’t died, fury battling with her lust. She was the first to make a move, pulling my cock from my pants and riding me while using the knife’s handle—still embedded in my chest—like the horn of a saddle.”
Okay… that sounds hot as fuck.
“Itwashot,” Rory says, seemingly echoing my thoughts. “We spent several days together, but I needed to feed. That’s when I met a human named Eden. A beautiful, curvy little thing. Her blood smelled magnificent. Nothing like I ever tasted before. I nearly drained her of every last drop, but Brynn was there to stop me. Brynn could sense that this human was different.”
“Fascinating,” Vara whispers. “A human, a vampire, and a gargoyle. So how did you complete the bond?”
“We had no idea we were fated mates at the time. Brynn knew soulmates existed for gargoyles and other creatures, but cross-species soulmates? It was unheard of. So, we didn’t know a bond needed to be completed. We just knewwe were always horny for each other. Always needing to be near each other. Always needing to protect one another.
“Bonding happened by accident. We were having a lot of sex and one night, maybe a month after we found each other, the three of us reached orgasm at the same time while feeding off each other. A bright light filled the room, and we all passed out.”
“So, it’s not any different from vampires completing their bonds,” I say.
“And gargoyles,” Thorne adds.
“Iassumeit will be a similar experience for you three. Remember, I had a human for a mate, not a sphinx.” Rorik says and gestures to Thorne. “And with you being a male gargoyle, knotting will likely need to be involved. Just know your orgasms and feeding off each other have to be exact. Not a second off.”
He narrows his eyes at us.
“The bond desperately wants to be completed. I’m surprised you didn’t think of shared orgasms and feeding before now.”
I wince. “Well, we suspected this was the way it was done, but Vara and I have been busy with the Supernatural Unveiling Committee. We had events and meetings to attend, and we didn’t have weeks or months to dedicateto the so-called hibernation period that comes after bonding.”
“Speaking of…” Vara says, leaning forward slightly. “How long did it take for the bond to strengthen?”
“We spent nearly five weeks in bed, emerging only because I turned my human mate, and we needed to find her someone to feed off of.”
“What about other things?” I ask. “Like my friend Millie. After she bonded with her blood mate, she was able to withstand the sun, and her tears no longer bled.”
“Yes, all those things happened with Eden. She was also highly desirable to other supernatural beings. I believe that only applies to humans who are destined to be a vampire’s mate. Something in their blood makes it more potent.”
