for a few seconds and followed by light moans, almost impossible to hear. I was leaning my hands against his neck, a way I tried to endure the pain. The apple of my eyes spun round like a spiral, they hanged colors, and it was the effects from the bite. Eros escaped his control, the bite should not take so long, and he was insatiable in my blood, he wanted to suck my blood up to the last drop.
His agitation was so great he squeezed my ribs with debauchery.
He not only had sucked my sweet blood, but also my thoughts, at the end of the bite he had visions about me, when he went through my unconscious, several pictures of me wanting a kiss from him, All the kisses I had imagined about him and me, from when I met him in Earth. They were revealed to him. Even a kiss I imagined by me hours before the bite, as soon as my eyes were on him when I arrived at the great hall. His bite revealed everything I felt for him, that is, my wishes and my unbridled passion.
After he had seen and felt my emotions, he felt sick, a torment invaded his soul, preventing him of continuing sucking my blood. He walked away from me, with his fist next to his lips which was smeared with my blood.
I fell to the ground, helpless, I felt a weakness. I saw very little, but I could see everyone was transfigured; their gray eyes and their long teeth.
Eros took delight in my blood, it pointed out their thirst for blood, and they wanted to do the same thing, except my father, who at the time had no courage to stick his teeth on my skin.
He could bite anyone in the world, except me; after all I was part of him.
My neck was with two-small holes, they were made by the teeth of Eros, my blood still trickled down my neck.
My father knelt beside me and held my head to get my lips against his wrist, he made a cut into it with his huge claw, unifying my taste at a few drops of his blood, and I licked his blood and wanted more and held his wrist and sucked enough to trounce my thirst for blood. Drinking his blood, it was required to continue my immortality.
Chapter 8
I slept like a log during three nights without interruption. A deep sleep devastated my being; I needed to replace my energies, since they had been sucked up by the bite of Eros.
When I opened my eyes, I felt my body was different, a sensation I had never felt before. There was emptiness inside me; I could not feel my heartbeat. I was a living - dead. I looked up at the ceiling and also at the dark corners of the room; I realized I was in my bedroom, lying on the icy bed. I sat on the bed and looked at my hands, my skin was pale, there were no signs of blood running through my veins, the color of my eyes were not dark, they became into gray as the other vampires, and around them, there was a dark rings. I realized I had turned into a vampire, a poor immortal, who was thirsty for blood.
Chapter 9
As soon as I put my feet into the main room, my father was there, standing in the corner of the room, waiting for me to appear in that place. He knew I was starving and I would need blood.
“How do you feel?” He asked, looking at me.
“I fell strange.” I answered.
“It's no rmal for you to feel this way.”
He justified and walked quickly.
When I looked at him again, he was near me, beside me. I put his hand under my chin and raised my face trying to see me better and then I looked at his face, too. My father had been fascinated by my transformation. This was a pride to him, for me having turned into a vampire.
"You turned into a beautiful creature!” his voice tone sounded different from other times, he seemed deeply touched. "You are perfect!"
He exclaimed and I remained in silence, as I was looking at his gray eyes.
"You must be starving!"
He said and held my icy hands.
"You need to eat."
He guided me to a place that I didn't know. We walked through several corridors and they were gloomy and silent. There was
His agitation was so great he squeezed my ribs with debauchery.
He not only had sucked my sweet blood, but also my thoughts, at the end of the bite he had visions about me, when he went through my unconscious, several pictures of me wanting a kiss from him, All the kisses I had imagined about him and me, from when I met him in Earth. They were revealed to him. Even a kiss I imagined by me hours before the bite, as soon as my eyes were on him when I arrived at the great hall. His bite revealed everything I felt for him, that is, my wishes and my unbridled passion.
After he had seen and felt my emotions, he felt sick, a torment invaded his soul, preventing him of continuing sucking my blood. He walked away from me, with his fist next to his lips which was smeared with my blood.
I fell to the ground, helpless, I felt a weakness. I saw very little, but I could see everyone was transfigured; their gray eyes and their long teeth.
Eros took delight in my blood, it pointed out their thirst for blood, and they wanted to do the same thing, except my father, who at the time had no courage to stick his teeth on my skin.
He could bite anyone in the world, except me; after all I was part of him.
My neck was with two-small holes, they were made by the teeth of Eros, my blood still trickled down my neck.
My father knelt beside me and held my head to get my lips against his wrist, he made a cut into it with his huge claw, unifying my taste at a few drops of his blood, and I licked his blood and wanted more and held his wrist and sucked enough to trounce my thirst for blood. Drinking his blood, it was required to continue my immortality.
Chapter 8
I slept like a log during three nights without interruption. A deep sleep devastated my being; I needed to replace my energies, since they had been sucked up by the bite of Eros.
When I opened my eyes, I felt my body was different, a sensation I had never felt before. There was emptiness inside me; I could not feel my heartbeat. I was a living - dead. I looked up at the ceiling and also at the dark corners of the room; I realized I was in my bedroom, lying on the icy bed. I sat on the bed and looked at my hands, my skin was pale, there were no signs of blood running through my veins, the color of my eyes were not dark, they became into gray as the other vampires, and around them, there was a dark rings. I realized I had turned into a vampire, a poor immortal, who was thirsty for blood.
Chapter 9
As soon as I put my feet into the main room, my father was there, standing in the corner of the room, waiting for me to appear in that place. He knew I was starving and I would need blood.
“How do you feel?” He asked, looking at me.
“I fell strange.” I answered.
“It's no rmal for you to feel this way.”
He justified and walked quickly.
When I looked at him again, he was near me, beside me. I put his hand under my chin and raised my face trying to see me better and then I looked at his face, too. My father had been fascinated by my transformation. This was a pride to him, for me having turned into a vampire.
"You turned into a beautiful creature!” his voice tone sounded different from other times, he seemed deeply touched. "You are perfect!"
He exclaimed and I remained in silence, as I was looking at his gray eyes.
"You must be starving!"
He said and held my icy hands.
"You need to eat."
He guided me to a place that I didn't know. We walked through several corridors and they were gloomy and silent. There was
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