The Darkest Pleasure

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for my family. You see, my village was so quiet, much too quiet. I panicked, but the thirst had such a tight grip on me, it was hard to think of anything else. I found my entire village, along with my family, slaughtered, presumably by the same monster that attacked me."
    I wanted to go and comfort him, but I made myself stay seated and waited for him to finish.
    "I should have been grieving the loss of my entire family, but the thirst had me so frenzied, I could think of nothing else. I ended up travelling to the nearest village, scenting blood, human blood from miles away. I could hear blood flowing through their bodies, and some kind of instinct took over. I found a young woman sitting by a creek. All I saw was food that would end the thirst. I was next to her so fast, I didn't know how I got there. It was as if I were invisible. She continued washing her clothes, humming a little song. Her hair was up, and I could see her pulse beating rapidly beneath her skin. The next instant, my teeth shot out, pricking my bottom lip. I tasted my own blood and I went crazy. I latched onto her neck so fast, she didn't have time to make a sound. I inadvertently drained her dry that night—the only human I've ever killed. I regret it to this day."
    He turned and looked at me then, and I felt hot tears streaming down my face. I cried for him, for the pain he felt, and the pain that was etched on his beautiful features.
    "I was newly turned—a newborn vampire—and I had ended that young woman's life without a second thought. I wept that night until the sun came up and I was forced take shelter. I left the only home I had ever known and here I am today, a man—a monster—that has fallen in love with you."
    We stayed where we were in total silence for a moment. “You're telling me the truth, aren't you?” I asked at last. As hard as it was to believe a story like that, I stared into his face and knew every word he'd spoken was the truth. It was crazy, and impossible, but it was true. My Kerian, my vampire, loved me. I stood up and saw his big body flinch. He had lived with his torment for over four hundred years. I walked over to him until we were standing toe to toe. Then I wrapped my arms around him and held him. His body was tense beneath my hands, and I knew he was surprised by my reaction. I was surprised, too. “I believe you.” I whispered the words into his chest and felt my tears wet his shirt. Abruptly, he dropped to his knees and placed my hands on his chest. He stared up at me with wonder-filled eyes.
    "You truly believe me."
    It wasn't a question, more an awe-filled statement. “How could I not believe the one I love?"
    He pulled me into his arms and onto his lap. We sat on the floor for a long time, just holding each other but not speaking. He whispered into my hair, but the words were unintelligible. At last he took my face in his hands and gently kissed me.
    "My love."
    The words were so heart-breaking, I closed my eyes before whispering to him how much I loved him, how much he meant to me. He carried me to my room that night and made sweet, passionate love to me, showing me all his devotion in his soft caresses and sweet words. I woke in the morning to an empty bed and a note on the pillow. I smiled and clasped it to my chest as his words swept through my mind.
    I wish I could watch the morning light cascade over you. I know the sight would be truly breathtaking. Until tonight, my love.
    With everything I have,
    Kerian
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    Chapter Eleven
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    I was waiting anxiously for Kerian to pick me up. We had seen each other for the past couple of days, but we hadn't spoken about what he was in detail. I wanted to see what he was capable of, and when I brought it up, I was surprised at how easily he agreed. For some reason, I thought he might withhold some information about who and what he actually was, because deep down, I think he hated that he was a ‘monster', or so he called himself. He

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