He was a vampire,
but did that mean she needed to stop loving him?
Laura set down the wooden
stake-barbed and filled with bits of garlic she’d stolen from the market-and
held her face in her hands. She’d heard the rumors around the hamlet of his
victims and how even the priests were reluctant to desecrate those poor souls.
He was a good man, she told herself, and sent her mind reeling back to the
happiness he filled her heart with.
She’d never met a man like
him-beyond him being undead, after all-and he was possessed of a charm, a wit,
and coolness she found irresistible. Not to mention those nights he devoted to
her pleasure, where even a simple lick or kiss or caress or thrust of his
muscled pelvis could send her through heights of incredible passion.
She longed for those nights, even if
his body was as cold as ice for he was most nearly covered in a warm, coarse
gray hair, in which she could return the favor. Their love and lust was mutual,
after all.
But how could she deny all those he
had killed in the past? Several village worth’s of small children, including a
few she’d known well. Children that didn’t deserve such an awful fate. Children
that deserved the pleasures and joys and pains of life.
Not the darkness of death.
Laura wiped away the tears splashing
the wooden stake, wiped it clean, and waited. Her love knocked at the door,
exactly at midnight, and she slowly moved to open the door. With the stake
hidden in her clothes-and she lowered the neck to her tunic, allowing a hint of
her breasts to peek through-she tensed as he came towards her in a crushing
hug.
He kept kissing and running his
hands up and down her slender frame, and she realized she was losing the
courage. So she lifted a finger to his lips, admiring the sheen of his gray
beard, and pushed him back a step.
He grinned and grinned until she
yanked out the stake and shoved it into his broad chest. He stood there,
shocked and silent, while Laura struggled to maintain her composure. She could
feel her heart breaking as surely as his…
But it wasn’t working!
She looked at his handsome face and
the gray hair, and saw the truth in his smiling eyes.
“Silver, dear. Not wood.”
His face became hideous and a snout
erupted from his nose, and gray hair became gray fur, and Laura had no time to
explain herself or even apologize before his face leapt over hers.
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