“You said something the other day, and…well, I’ve been thinking about it and…” I start.
I close my eyes, suddenly feeling awkward. I take a deep breath and look at Lazarus.
“I want to see places. I want to…experience…new things,” I say quietly, almost scared of the admission.
He smiles down at me, his eyes turning crimson. “Like this?” he says, stroking a finger over my fangs. He leans down until he’s only a hair’s width apart from me. His cold breath tickles my jaw.
I want to live, I think as he kisses me deeply.
“As you wish,” he says, quietly. “Yet, I cannot help but observe…” He drops the robe from my shoulders, exposing my cold flesh. “You are utterly. And. Completely. Indecent,” he adds, each word followed by a kiss.
I shiver under his touch and nuzzle into his chest.
Then he lifts me over his shoulder, and I can’t help but laugh in surprise as he carries me up the stairs.
“More ardently than the world has yet to see,” he whispers, “we will live, my beloved. We will live.”