Salvation - an erotic vampire romance (4 page)

She
opened for him as she gasped for air and wrapped her legs firmly around his hips.
He knew the longing expression on her face would soon transform into one of pain. His index finger circled her clitoris, applied pressure and softly massaged it until her eyes went black with lust. He could read every feeling inside her like a book. She looked absolutely beautiful.
The copper coloured light of the fire illuminated her pale skin and submerged it in a red glow. He bent down to kiss her again and enjoyed feeling how her opening slowly expanded under the movement of his fingers, until he suddenly felt her hand on his pulsing erection. He didn’t feel any hesitation, any caution in her as she touched him. Passion shot in thick, slow currents through him and mixed with his blood, coursed through his cock and hotly back to his brain. With her finger nails, she brushed a thumb over the head of his cock and released a deep moaning in him while their tongues continued to dance with each other.
As her fingers wrapped around his thick cock his whole body contracted and Alexander shuddered so strongly that his fingers lost their place on her clitoris. He had to get a grip of himself, still breathing in gasps, before he could continue. She began to trace rings slowly around the head of his cock with her index finger as desire pulsed hotly through his veins. His fingers drove less carefully than he wanted into the warmth of her wet vagina. 
Elizabeth’s moaning ruptured into a breathless gasping. Her hand tightened around his cock.

He rotate
d his fingers deeper inside, drawing small circles inside her, feeling the ribbed, wet skin under his fingertips as he kissed her fervently, the palm of his hand pressed firmly against her clitoris.
Their tongues entwined and her scent, her hot steamy musk, filled his senses.

Enveloped in
her hand, the blood pulsed along his shaft and rubbed against her skin in tiny vibrating movements. It was delicious. He forgot his gnawing hunger for blood as he let his ring finger slide into her wetness as it stretched enough to fit inside her. 
“Please…” he heard her gasp suddenly. “Please!”
Her hand clawed deep into the flesh of his back. Her legs pulled him still closer. Her hand let go of his cock.
“Now, please!” she cried and buried her face in his shoulder.
Alexander readied himself, then pushed into her just a little. She moaned into his neck and let her head sink back. He looked into her eyes as he pushed in further and felt her give way to him. Her eyes were wide open in pain, but he had expected that. Wanted that. Feared that. Now she could feel who he really was. That he was a beast who could only inflict pain. Soon she would notice the dirty spots on her flawless skin and the love in her eyes, in her being, would vanish.
He closed his eyes so he couldn’t see her agony and pushed further in. He couldn’t not, because the arousal was hurtling through his organs like a hurricane and forcing him to continue. He had to penetrate. Finally her flesh gave way to him fully and his cock was tightly encircled inside her. He felt her tense up around him.
He pulled out of her, enjoying the feeling of flesh within flesh and thrust back in again. He had to. This time his entire cock disappeared into her tight vagina.
He opened his eyes again and looked down at her. Her finger nails had left deep scratches on his back and neck. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes closed. Her full red lips were slightly open as she inhaled sharply.
Her reactions incited his arousal further and he thrust inside her again. Her breasts shook with each movement.
With his next thrust, he varied the angle of his penetration as he watched his cock disappear inside her.
She opened her eyes moaning. He pushed in further, deep into her belly, her soul. Branded her with his dirty marks inside her too. Her gaze held him captive. 
The tightness of her vagina pulsed fast now, hotter and tighter and she moaned in his mouth as they kissed again.
He nuzzled her earlobe as she bit into his neck and arched her body until only her shoulders and pelvis were touching the mattress. Her skin was damp under his lips. His whole body contracted with lust from her scent. Every contraction of her pussy spurred him on as he thrust like a madman, roaring his lust into the room over her liberated screams.

Elizabeth
held her orgasm in as she felt him lose control completely. His lips found her jugular instinctually. Kissed it. He couldn’t hold back any longer. While his semen shot inside her body, Alexander’s orgasm filled his senses until he could only see black before him as his teeth instinctually broke into her flawless skin. The first sweet, perfect drops filled his mouth and took over his control completely. His teeth sunk into her flesh of their own accord, her jugular ripped open and a surge of blood immediately filled his mouth. He was only half aware of her fingernails ripping the half-healed wound on his back open. The wound that she had made herself with the knife when she escaped. Blood flowed out of the two lovers simultaneously, uncontrollably. Alexander was still swallowing her sweet blood, savouring the taste, as his own flowing blood reached his neck and dripped between her lips as she pressed them against his neck, and she, too, swallowed her lover’s blood.
Alexander felt the taste of her blood change instantly. He could taste himself in her, could taste not only her innocence, but also his black soul. It was too late.
He drank, revelled in his orgasm, his lids closed to escape the truth.
Elizabeth orgasmed again as his sharp sucking filled her whole being. It lifted her up to another level of arousal and she catapulted into a weightless nothing.
Alexander could taste him and her together, and he knew that everything had gone wrong. He should have killed her the moment he heard her say she wanted to save him. He should have ignored his desire, ignored her. Now it was too late.
Completely and absolutely too late.
He kept drinking, even though his arousal was abating and fatigue flooded his limbs. Her body released itself from his, her head lowered back down into the mattress. He swallowed as his cock slid out of her, the mixture of their juices flowed out and dampened their skin. His mouth was still filled with her blood, even as her hands slid from his body and back down onto the mattress like lifeless birds. He saw the life draining from her body as the last swallow ran down his throat.
Alexander lifted his body from hers and brushed the hair from her face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and pulled her closely into his embrace. The transformation would happen quickly. The little blood that was still in her body would reach her heart quickly and permanently freeze it. It would happen very quickly after that.
Even though Elizabeth’s chest had ceased to rise and fall, her body suddenly contracted.
He pressed her body into the mattress with his and considered killing her. He thought perhaps it would be best. He could take the money for the job and disappear. He could leave this whole business behind him, but then he smiled sadly. In her eyes he saw the pain of the world, the corners of her mouth twitched as she valiantly tried to console him. It was the most heart breaking thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t kill her. But if he didn’t, the royal family would simply find someone else to do it anyway. And then they would make him pay. 
He could already feel their torture as he stroked Elizabeth’s beautiful face. He took a deep breath and made his decision. She was worth it.

~

Part 4
Elizabeth
Her body shook feverishly while pain flooded through her whole being. The pain was colder than ice in spite of the fever and heat. The burning in all of her muscles was unbearable. The icy pain continued to intensify. It slowly penetrated from the soles of her feet into her skin. Much worse than the cold of the snow underneath her frozen toes hours, days, weeks ago. How long had it been? It felt like this pain had been inside her body for centuries. Everything was contracting and cramping inside her. It hurt. It hurt so much. 
The bite mark on her neck was not numb, it prickled like molten iron that was being slowly pressed into a wrong shape under enormous pressure and then hardening. It was hardening because it was so cold. Slowly the agony crept up her legs and burned into her thighs. If she had been able to move and stand up, she knew that her legs would stay on the bed like black, frozen stumps. Rotted, burnt off. The terrible hellfire wound its way through the frozen veins of her body, eventually reaching her crotch. It filled her so deeply and intensely with pain that she wanted to scream. That she wanted to die. But her cramping body was given no peace. 
She couldn’t die, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream while the caustic acid raced through her body and burnt out her insides. She fought against the feeling of being eaten by a horde of rats from the inside out, she could feel every sharp rodent bite inside her. Her bones cracked as they broke one after the other. She could clearly hear the sound of splintering bones grinding through her flesh, even though she couldn’t move. The hideous taste of vampire blood burned in her throat. 
Her lungs collapsed, she felt her chest fall in. Ice cold etched slowly to her belly and ripped like sharp acid into her guts. Everything hurt, yet her head was clear.  Crystal clear, the vampire poison was eating her from the inside out as she lay there in full consciousness. Ate underneath her skin through her organs like a bark beetle through a tree trunk. As the torment reached her heart she felt it burst.  Blood pooled in her wounds as her heart was lacerated. Her eyes stared vacantly into emptiness as she felt it clearly, as her throat was squeezed by a strange hand and the bitter, sharp, caustic liquid slowly reached her jaw and found its way to her eyes.
The pain was so directly biting that she wanted to scream again. She wanted to die, escape the pain, and yet … nothing happened. Nothing at all. She wanted to die. She wanted to die. Die. Please, make it stop!
Elizabeth’s brain was melting under the attack and she could feel her senses slowly blurring. For a moment she wanted to cry in gratitude as the pain abated, as everything subsided to an unbearable pricking, before she realised that her frozen, icy body was suddenly filling with heat. Dry heat filled her body, burnt it up, as her living corpse burnt. Just as she’d had the blissful feeling of dying and escaping this agony, the flames inside her burnt more strongly.
White flashed over her eyes. The rampaging light tormented her gaze, yet she continued to stare into this new source of pain. This pain was different, as the agony in her body pulsed in still higher waves. The pain of the light was constant, bearable but constant. She clung onto the light to escape from her body. The light came closer to her, pushed agonisingly into her nerves and wasted them away. She kept bearing the terrible suffering and finally the light reached her.
Then she couldn’t see the light anymore. She only saw darkness. Yes, she was dying. Finally.
The pain subsided. Somewhere in front of her, light was gathering while she was pulled through the darkness as if by a ghost. Colours began to mix in with the white light. Blue, purple, yellow, green. They flowed around her and slowly formed shapes. Blurry contours disappeared, reformed. Light melted away and became scattered shadows. The ground beneath her filled with dark brown. The air around her became grey. And in the same moment, she realised she was in a room. It was a bedroom. A heavy, dark fireplace covered an entire wall, on the floor in front of the fire there was a white bear rug lit up in flickering light. Two bodies moved together on top of it, their gasps filling the room. She looked at it with a certain distance. It was different from when she and the vampire had watched the slaves. She didn’t feel any arousal, no passion, no excitement. She felt a type of curiosity, nothing more.
The pair thrust against each other at almost the same time before the man collapsed on top of the woman. For a moment it was completely silent in the room except for their heavy breathing. Then the woman moved beneath him until he rolled off to the side and she pulled herself to his chest.

“I love you,”
he said, so solemnly that she caught her breath. Elizabeth watched as the woman smiled. She sat up a little and kissed him. No word was necessary to describe her loving feelings.
The strange man’s hand slid slowly over his lover’s hips as she put her head back on his chest and sighed softly. He stared into the fireplace over her head until his breathing had returned to normal. His hand drew random patterns along her ass before he placed it on her waist. His fingers stretched out towards her belly button and for the first time, Elizabeth realised that her stomach was round and full. A beam lit up his expression before his gaze fell and his eyes stared unseeingly into emptiness.
As though she felt the change, the woman placed her hands directly under his fingers on her pregnant stomach, then she took his hand and squeezed it.

“They will
hunt us,” she whispered quietly. His agonised expression made Elizabeth feel pity for him.
“And they will catch us,” continued the woman. “You know they will. It makes no sense to worry now.”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered without looking at her.
“What are you sorry about?” the woman sat up and stared down at the man. “That you met me? That you love me?” she asked, suddenly angry. “If you regret all of it, I might as well leave!”
“No!” the man gasped and closed his eyes for a moment. Blindly he stretched out his fingers to her. “I’m not sorry about us.” He opened his eyes and looked at her in distress. “You know I’m not. I could never regret it. I will never be sorry I gave up everything for you.” He took in a deep breath and pulled her towards him. “I love you. You brought love into my darkness. You’re more than I deserve. But,” the man’s voice suddenly broke in pain. “I’m sorry that you have to go through all of this. If I had never met you, you would not have to live with any suffering. I’m sorry for you that you’ll soon be alone.”
“I’m not,” she said firmly and lay back against his strong body. “I’m not sorry about one moment of it. Not one moment with you. Not one moment of the future.” She kissed his neck and buried her face into his chest. “And please, don’t ruin our happiness now by thinking about the future. We know what’s going to happen. I know how hard it’s going to be. But I won’t let it be ruined now.”
The man pulled a face. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“And I don’t want you to die,” the woman said quietly. “And yet it will come. I will manage. I will take care of our child and protect it. And one day we will be together again. Maybe not in this world and maybe not right after. But one day…”
He lightly stroked her stomach and his eyes followed his own gentle touches. “Is it worth it?”
“This child is the future, my love. He is worth more than our lives. He will save the world and finally put a stop to this madness. He will be successful where you failed.”
He grinned slightly. “Charming, darling.”
She nudged him lightly in the side. “You know what I mean. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done, they will accept the changes. You were their King, their leader, and they chose to overthrow you rather than take heed of your warnings. They will not give in until they are forced to. You know this. We will save many lives when we sacrifice ourselves.” She laughed suddenly. “And now let’s not talk of it anymore. Let’s enjoy the present.”  
The man laughed too. “I will always love you.”
“And I will always search for you when you no longer exist.”
The voices faded and for a moment Elizabeth felt like she was being pulled back into her agonised body. But then the image before her cleared again and she saw men. Many men, hundreds of them. They were attacking a house with torches. Their faces were filled with hate and anger. More and more men stormed the large lawn in front of the house, aggressively baring their fangs.
“Die, traitor!” one of them roared and threw the first blazing torch.
Elizabeth turned her gaze away slightly from the sudden brightness and realised the woman was there again. She was standing right next to her in the darkness between the old trees, looking on with tear-filled eyes as the first torches broke through the windows and set the curtains on fire. Fascinated, Elizabeth looked at this strangely familiar woman. She looked like her. Perhaps a few years older, but otherwise it was eerily like looking in a mirror.
An unsettling feeling overcame her. In the bedroom in front of the hearth, too, she had seen the similarities, though through the bad light she had discarded the thought. While the flames burnt higher and higher, she looked into the woman’s beautiful, older face. Perhaps there were five years between them, no more. Tears gleamed on the faint red glow on her cheeks while she looked on at the burning house. Her lips were shaking slightly as she breathed deeply. She pressed a bundle closer to her breast and closed her eyes. The next time she looked, Elizabeth saw that chaos had broken out amongst the men, amongst the vampires, on the lawn. Someone was being hauled from the house that had quickly become ablaze.
The woman next to her cramped up as this person was thrown onto the ground. He didn’t try to resist as the vampires beat his body. Again and again she heard bones breaking, heard his fading screams, his gurgles as he choked up blood.
“Stop!” a female voice suddenly called. 
The vampires paused for a moment and pulled their victim up by the hair until he was kneeling gasping in the dirt. His hands were bound. Elizabeth felt nauseous as she recognised the man from the bedroom. She threw a look to the woman in the darkness next to her. Her face was pale and her lips completely drained of blood. Yet she still held the bundle lovingly to her breast and slowly swayed it back and forth.
The female voice rang out again and Elizabeth looked back to the battle field. “Where is the child?” the woman hissed at the victim kneeling in dirt. “Where is it?”
The man lifted his shattered chin. Instead of answering her, he smiled at her triumphantly. Blood welled between his teeth and dripped onto his chest.
The female vampire who had just spoken turned to her companion. The sharp movement made her jet-black hair whip through the air. “Make him talk.”
Elizabeth looked back at the woman again, who was shakingly caressing her bundle. Her gaze was still directed at the torturers who were slowly taking her lover apart. She could hear it; heard his joints crunching as blood ran from his wounds. Suddenly she realised she was crying. She looked at the agonised expression on the woman’s face, saw too that her lips were open in a silent scream. A shrill scream. Shivers broke out on Elizabeth’s skin and her stomach contracted in anger and grief. She could taste blood on her lips. This time it was her own. The screams slowly faded out. The commands of the female vampire were becoming quieter. They became blurry, overlapped, as though a long time was passing in only a few seconds. She looked at the woman’s face while time ran off and the fire slowly transformed the house into ashes. Then the sounds became clear again, more pronounced. She heard a gasping rattling.

“It was just a distraction!” yelled the female vampire suddenly. “He doesn’t even know where the child is!
He just distracted us so that they had time to disappear!”
The man at her feet was little more than a lump of bloody flesh. Still a smile spread across his lips.
The female vampire leaned down towards him. “It’s true isn’t it?” she asked with a deceptively gentle voice. “You really have no idea where they are, do you?”
The man laughed at her.
“Then it’s good that my guards are searching the whole country. We will find your wife and your beloved child,” the woman laughed scornfully.
The man’s smile abruptly faded. His beaten face was suddenly shadowed in panic and fear. Still, he made no sound.
“Yes, my brother has probably already found them. And this whole carnage was unnecessary. You played the martyr for nothing so that your beloved could disappear. You served yourself on a silver platter for nothing when you entered this house. Stupid boy…” she laughed at him.
“Your Majesty?” a young vampire interrupted her who had just reached the scene of the carnage, the torture.
“What?” she hissed, angry that her new, psychological torture had been interrupted.
“We’ve found the woman and the child. They were hiding in a house not far from here.”
The woman nodded with a laugh. Then she turned back to the man. “For nothing,” she whispered. She rose up and pointed disgustedly to the man at her feet. “Kill the traitor. We know everything that we need.” Laughing eagerly, the woman stepped back and watched as her companion lifted a knife and grabbed the man by his hair. He put the knife to his throat and swiftly cut through it. For a moment the head of the victim swayed in the air before it fell into the ashes. His body too. The vampire queen stopped laughing and disappointment filled her face. She turned to her companion and shooed him away with a hand motion. “It’s over.” She still sounded disappointed. “Just like that. For three hundred long years we’ve suffered under his rule and his death … we should have let him live for another month to take joy from his suffering. We should have made him watch as we tortured his beloved. We should have made him suffer more.”
Her companion nodded. “Yes, but this way is good too. We are the new leaders. We will change everything. The world will shake beneath our feet.”
The vampire laughed a little. “Yes, but not until we’ve had a few years of fun with his wife and child.”
The two monsters disappeared from the front garden. The woman next to Elizabeth simply stayed standing while the sun rose and lit up her face. Slowly, she unfolded the small bundle in her arms that was kicking restlessly. A small baby appeared and opened his mouth. The woman undid her blouse and put the hungry child to her breast. She continued to sway with the child while she spoke to him quietly: “My son, you are the future of the world. You are the cornerstone. In you, my powers and the vampire blood of your father are unified. You will have three daughters. They will live for a long time, but that’s just the beginning. Our family will be put through much angst before a girl of our bloodline will be born. She will die twice. In her second life she will save the world from these monsters. The royal family will fall. My boy, everything begins with you.” She threw a last look to the smoking remains of the house before disappearing with the child slowly between the trees. Her last look was filled with grief yet triumphant.
Only Elizabeth remained. She stood there and tried to understand what she had just heard. What she had seen. An odd truth flowed through her as it became clear that she had just heard the words of her ancestor. She was this girl. She had to save the world. Panic clutched her throat. She didn’t know anything of these monsters. But somehow she knew that they weren’t all monsters. Some were simply vampires, as good and as evil as any human. With the conscience of a human. And others…
She looked at the rest of the charred rubble of the house. Others had deserved their death. She heard the furious scream of the vampire queen from several miles away as she realised they had killed the wrong woman and child. Elizabeth could hear her rage from here.
This would not be the last time that her bloodline would ruin her plans. She didn’t know how or when, but the queen’s blood would be on her hands. One day.
Suddenly the image blurred in front of her and transformed into colourful blurs. It changed again, and then again. And again. She saw hundreds of scenes, as though the lives of people over three hundred years were playing out before her in minutes. Snippets of discussions reached her brain, yet she couldn’t understand everything so quickly. A new image brought clarity, the light roared. Another puzzle… Slowly, she began to make out faces.
~
When Elizabeth opened her eyes it was night. She lay still in the cold bed. There was no warmth in the sheets, yet the ice cold inside her had subsided. She felt a little unreal, she realised, irritated. Not like with the first bite. Then, she had enjoyed her body in wonderment. But now she didn’t only feel beauty, she felt …strength. Not physical strength, but deep from inside her the first strands of magical power were growing. The heritage of her ancestors. A witch and a vampire, united in love, separated by hate. She was the fateful result of this union.