saw
Isabel was safe. She rinsed off John’s arm as if a wolf hadn’t just tried to
eat her. Then she wrapped a cloth around it, and John winced.
“What are we
going to do with him? You know what’s going to happen,” William whispered to
his brother. In the depth of his heart he thanked John for jumping in the way-
if he hadn’t the same fate might have befallen Isabel.
“I’ll take
him somewhere. Don’t worry,” Charles said and picked up the saddlebags John had
dropped. “Let’s get inside.”
Isabel
didn’t say much as they filed in, though her eyes looked weary as she climbed
next to William on the dirty straw pallet. It was nothing compared to the comfort
of his feather mattress and silk quilt- but Isabel was worth more than any
material possession he could imagine.
“You came
for me,” she whispered into his hair.
“Of course.
I’m never going to let you go again. I promise,” he said and kissed her passionately
before they both fell to sleep.
When they
woke the next evening, John had the telltale signs of fever. Without so much as
a word, Charles helped him outside and onto the mare.
“Are you
taking him to a doctor?” Isabel asked, concern rich in her voice as she packed
their saddlebags.
“Something
like that,” Charles said and climbed onto the gelding. “Until we meet again,”
he said and road away.
Isabel’s
eyes filled with worry, but William kissed her head and helped her on the
stallion. “We need to keep moving, my love,” he said and climbed behind her.
They came
upon a fort a few days later and the men there offered them a room just as dawn
broke over the low mountains. Isabel had been quiet through most of their
journey, and William didn’t know what to make of it. She was happy he’d
followed her, wasn’t she?
When he
awoke the next evening, Isabel stood naked in the room, a cloth in her hand as
she washed off dirt and sweat from her skin in a small basin of water. Her hair
was piled on top of her head, and the bulge in her belly had started to show,
just slightly when she turned to the side.
Blood rushed
between William’s legs as he watched her rub the cloth over her breasts and
stomach, hardening his manhood. “I want to marry you, Isabel.”
She looked up
at him, the dim light of the candle sent shadows crawling across her face.
“When we reach Baton Rouge?”
He nodded.
They’d chosen the town in the Louisiana territory because it was too small to
house a vampire council.
She picked
up a small towel and wiped the dampness from her skin before crawling onto the
bed. William reached up and pulled at the pin holding her hair in place and
smiled as the waves of chestnut fell over her shoulders. It had only been a few
days since they’d last made love, but it felt an eternity.
“If we’re to
be married, I want to be a vampire like you, William,” she said and ran a
slender finger down his cheek.
He stared at
her, the warmth of her skin soaking into his, feeding the growing need in his
groin. “You want me to turn you?”
She nodded,
her mouth set and her pale blue eyes serious. “We need to be equals, don’t we?
I’ll grow old and die and you won’t. Plus, if I’m a vampire then a council
won’t have any problem with us being married.”
Back in
Philadelphia they could never have pulled it off, but in Baton Rouge no one
would be the wiser. “Yes,” he said and pulled her into him, running his hands
over her back and gripping onto her round backside.
Isabel dug
her fingers into his skin, offering him her neck. He’d only fed on animals in
the time they’d traveled together, and the smell of her blood pulsing in her
veins made his skin tingle with excitement. Slowly, William kissed her neck,
relishing the taste of her flesh under his lips and tongue. His hands traveled
over her growing hips and gripped her waist. He ran his lips over her full
breasts, teasing the nipples until they hardened and burned with want.
“William,”
Isabel
Isabel was safe. She rinsed off John’s arm as if a wolf hadn’t just tried to
eat her. Then she wrapped a cloth around it, and John winced.
“What are we
going to do with him? You know what’s going to happen,” William whispered to
his brother. In the depth of his heart he thanked John for jumping in the way-
if he hadn’t the same fate might have befallen Isabel.
“I’ll take
him somewhere. Don’t worry,” Charles said and picked up the saddlebags John had
dropped. “Let’s get inside.”
Isabel
didn’t say much as they filed in, though her eyes looked weary as she climbed
next to William on the dirty straw pallet. It was nothing compared to the comfort
of his feather mattress and silk quilt- but Isabel was worth more than any
material possession he could imagine.
“You came
for me,” she whispered into his hair.
“Of course.
I’m never going to let you go again. I promise,” he said and kissed her passionately
before they both fell to sleep.
When they
woke the next evening, John had the telltale signs of fever. Without so much as
a word, Charles helped him outside and onto the mare.
“Are you
taking him to a doctor?” Isabel asked, concern rich in her voice as she packed
their saddlebags.
“Something
like that,” Charles said and climbed onto the gelding. “Until we meet again,”
he said and road away.
Isabel’s
eyes filled with worry, but William kissed her head and helped her on the
stallion. “We need to keep moving, my love,” he said and climbed behind her.
They came
upon a fort a few days later and the men there offered them a room just as dawn
broke over the low mountains. Isabel had been quiet through most of their
journey, and William didn’t know what to make of it. She was happy he’d
followed her, wasn’t she?
When he
awoke the next evening, Isabel stood naked in the room, a cloth in her hand as
she washed off dirt and sweat from her skin in a small basin of water. Her hair
was piled on top of her head, and the bulge in her belly had started to show,
just slightly when she turned to the side.
Blood rushed
between William’s legs as he watched her rub the cloth over her breasts and
stomach, hardening his manhood. “I want to marry you, Isabel.”
She looked up
at him, the dim light of the candle sent shadows crawling across her face.
“When we reach Baton Rouge?”
He nodded.
They’d chosen the town in the Louisiana territory because it was too small to
house a vampire council.
She picked
up a small towel and wiped the dampness from her skin before crawling onto the
bed. William reached up and pulled at the pin holding her hair in place and
smiled as the waves of chestnut fell over her shoulders. It had only been a few
days since they’d last made love, but it felt an eternity.
“If we’re to
be married, I want to be a vampire like you, William,” she said and ran a
slender finger down his cheek.
He stared at
her, the warmth of her skin soaking into his, feeding the growing need in his
groin. “You want me to turn you?”
She nodded,
her mouth set and her pale blue eyes serious. “We need to be equals, don’t we?
I’ll grow old and die and you won’t. Plus, if I’m a vampire then a council
won’t have any problem with us being married.”
Back in
Philadelphia they could never have pulled it off, but in Baton Rouge no one
would be the wiser. “Yes,” he said and pulled her into him, running his hands
over her back and gripping onto her round backside.
Isabel dug
her fingers into his skin, offering him her neck. He’d only fed on animals in
the time they’d traveled together, and the smell of her blood pulsing in her
veins made his skin tingle with excitement. Slowly, William kissed her neck,
relishing the taste of her flesh under his lips and tongue. His hands traveled
over her growing hips and gripped her waist. He ran his lips over her full
breasts, teasing the nipples until they hardened and burned with want.
“William,”
Isabel
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