My Other Half

Title: My Other Half Chapter 4

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Author's note: In this chapter I'd like to introduce Lilith's personality a little more, just so everything later on makes sense. Sorry for the long wait to update, you probably wouldn't care what the reason is. In fact, I'm betting no of you readers even read the authors notes lol.

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[Normal P.O.V]

The smell of food was everywhere, just like temptation, warm and succulent at every turn where it wasn't wanted. Every breath taken made the fight harder to resist the urge to let loose and un-cage the animal inside. At least for Olli it was as he and Myra made their way down the hall in the east wing of Rockwell Manor towards their mother's room, number 126. Myra had warned him that even though he'd just fed at dinner with her and Richard (just a couple of murderers and bad people), it was still his first time being around many humans at once. With this new taste for blood and the abundance of it around he'd found that she'd been right. But he refused to become wild, he'd promised both his sister and himself that much. And he was determined to prove to his new brother-in-law that he was not going to use his new power of hypnotism against a human, even for a second just to see how strong it was right now. Temptation would not get the best of him today.

Myra on the other hand had been exposed to the vast amounts of fresh blood over the years so she wasn't suffering the thirst as her brother was. And never had she been tempted to try and use the powers she'd inherited from Richard, there was never really a need since he practically gave her every material thing she wanted and needed. She hadn't even been tempted to use her powers against him to gain her freedom because she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to control it. No, the demons that plagued her were the thoughts of her mother. After watching their mothers' mental state on the video tape of their father's funeral along with the stories that Olli had told her she could only hope that her mother seeing her would not cause any problems.

Myra held her brothers hand, ready to keep him in line if the need occurred. She didn't like to hurt innocent people her tastes lied with those that deserved severe punishment. One day she'd made it very clear to Richard that she would not harm the innocent and he accepted her condition as long as she would drink some blood after he'd tried to feed her on the first 2 days of her life and she'd refused the slaves he offered.

Getting closer, Olli could distinguish between the sound of their mother's slow but strong heartbeat and the nurse that was coming out of her room with a tray of untouched food and had a fast pacing heart rate. Each person had a distinct rhythm. Walking past the short, black haired tan skinned nurse that carried the untouched food he couldn't help but have a moment of weakness as he paused for half a second. He never got the chance to lean in and sniff her because Myra gently turned his face to hers with her fingertips using little force. Lightly she shook her head and sighed. "Not food Olli, these are good people. Remember that."

He nodded once in reply. "She smelled like apples and blood." Earlier in the night he hadn't smelled food on the murderers they'd eaten before they'd left. So the smell of sweet apples and blood tingled his nose as well as spiked his curiosity.

"Must have eaten some then. Whatever they eat their blood smells like it for a little while. The people we ate earlier didn't get a last meal because they disobeyed Richard before I came for you. One of them even dared to touch me."

She had a flashback of not too long ago. She could still feel the drunken mans hands on her chest as they groped her carelessly with no concern for his actions and consequences. Never had she been so violated and because of it she was too in shock to react before Richard had just rounded the corner to find his human henchman touching his wife.

Now she'd thought she'd seen Richard at his worst when he was working because he never showed anyone or anything any mercy when they either messed up on a job, forgot something as small as to sharpen his pencils or couldn't carry out their job. Whatever the reason, there was no mercy if he didn't get his way. She'd seen him kill in cold blood, murder, torture, mind fuck and just plain evil but none of that compared to the anger and rage he expelled when he saw someone lay a hand on her. His eyes became black like darkness itself and his already pale skin turned to chalk white. Talons grew to where his nails should have been and every single tooth she saw became longer than when his fangs were extracted during feeding. What made her uncomfortable the most was that the veins in his neck that led up into his head became visible and black and pulsated with rage. Instantly he was on the human, crushing the bones in his arms as he held him to the wall as the human screamed in agony. "You dare touch her?" Richard whispered in a cold voice that sent chills up her spine.

The drunken man seemed to sober quickly from his masters presence alone. The scumbag's eyes looked to her and pleaded with her for forgiveness and to save him. "Please! I thought she was someone else Master. It's won't happen again, I swear! My lady, please show mercy!"

Richard's eyes turned to her and raised an eyebrow. He was beginning to set his trap up to make this dirt bag admit the truth about his intentions. This was a sinister side of Richard she'd met before and did not dare to interrupt him. "Why ask her for forgiveness when we both know that you fully intended to do that? Just look at her!" Shoving the humans face against the wall made him face her, fear and pleading still present in the eyes. "Isn't she the most beautiful creature crafted by man?" His voice held wonder and awe as he spoke this, believing in his heart that what he said was true. "So alluring...so disturbingly innocent in the eyes, don't you think? But those eyes know more than you see in them. Doesn't her body excite the possibilities that you could have with her if you could just touch, taste and experience what she has to offer?" Quickly Richard licked his lips as he thought over everything he'd said; only picturing himself doing such things.

Even though his arms were broken and he'd possibly cracked his head from being shoved into a wall the lust had returned to his eyes as his thoughts gave away his true intentions that he'd wanted to do to her, making him fall deeper into Richards trap. "Yes...she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I want her so badly master," the man cried in pain as the broken limbs reminded him of pain.

A quick slap in the face that left a cut was his first answer. "And you will never have her. She doesn't belong to you and never will. In fact, you sicken her so much after what you did that she wouldn't even touch your blood after what you did. But it's a crime alone to voice those foul thoughts you have of her so I hope you like agony, because that's all you'll get."

As he prepared to snap his neck she thought of something much more appropriate as punishment. Never had she interfered with Richard's work or 'ways of fixing' but this was too personal. "Wait." When he whipped his head towards her he almost looked ready to snarl, but from what she could hear from his mind's voice he was not angry but curious. "No," she whispered shaking her head.

"No?" he questioned slowly and raised his left eyebrow.

"No," she repeated, "it is not your hand that will be his punishment. Let my brother have him when he's ready. I'm sure that my brother's wrath will be enough, especially with his protectiveness over me." That is if he still cared about her.

Dark laughter filled the air. He smiled what could only be described as sinister as his black eyes appeared to approve her choice. "Then so it shall be. After all, a protective brother like yours is like a lioness to her cubs."

Bringing herself back to the present she stood at their mother's bedroom door and watched as Olli stepped over to their mother who was sitting in a chair facing the window and staring into nothingness. She'd aged so much in 20 years that Myra would have mistaken her for hers and Olli's grandma Mary on their mom's side. The woman looked so...fragile. As if the littlest thing would shatter her: like Humpty Dumpty and his damned brick wall. Only she was afraid that no one could put her pieces together again.

Olli kneeled down with a slight smile on his face. It's a good thing that when humans turn into vampires that the skin only becomes slightly pale, otherwise if their mother still had her mind she'd notice that her son was sick or ill. "Mom, you look beautiful today," he commented then followed by a kiss on her cheek. It was only polite to try and pretend that his mother heard him at least. "I hope you slept well last night considering that you're up this early. It's nearly sunrise now." Still the woman remained silent to him but now her eyes looked at him with the same lost and hopeless look they'd held for years now. Still he tried though. Taking a deep breath he looked over to his sister, their mother's eyes following. She gave no reaction to her daughter's presence, not even acknowledging that the very person she looked at was the person who could possibly save her from her lost mind. "I think it's safe to say that you can come in Myra," he said softly.

Myra hesitated. It had been 20 years since she'd last seen her mother and their last conversation did not go pleasantly. They'd had a 'disagreement' on Myra living with her aunt because of the so called 'Christoph problem'. After she explained why she wanted to go away her mother flat out laughed at her (rudely too) and told her to open her eyes and give the guy a chance, that he was actually very charming and give him some credit. Mostly because 'supposedly' it was natural for boys to pick on girls, especially the pretty ones.

As much as Myra didn't like to bend to peer pressure, the thing that got to her was that all the other girls in every school she attended said she wasn't pretty and that it was the reason why no boy ever talked to her like a girl. Any boy that did talk to her treated her like they'd treat Olli or Till or even Doom, like one of the guys. Of course she didn't know (still doesn't) that the real reason was that Christoph, Till and Oliver threatened every boy they found that wanted to use her that they'd shoot them with a knife and dump the bodies in a shark infested ocean area so the body couldn't be found. Surprisingly it worked effortlessly and no boy ever asked her out. The threat, Till's intimidating size, Olli's murderous looks and Doom's insanely creepy smile threw all the boys off.

So never being approached by a boy made it easier for her to believe all the girls at school. Having her mother laugh at her and claiming she was a VERY pretty girl both angered and saddened her. Her self esteem was easily broken. Unfortunately her mother was either too old to understand modern day peer pressure or had never suffered from it.

But things were different now. Myra no longer felt like the unbeautiful duckling because ever since she'd met Richard all he ever did was be honest and tell her how she was. So beautiful to him that it made him feel so lucky just to have her look at him. If anything, it made her feel like a princess by having him just love her for being her.

She approached her mother slowly, testing to see if anything other than dull eyes stared at her. If there was a hostel change she'd have to retreat, if not then she'd tread carefully in these unknown waters. Closer and closer she crept until she was only a few feet away. Nothing happened. No reaction. Myra released a sigh of relief and continued to approach her mother. Taking her mom's hand and placing it in her own she felt the warmth it brought to her chilled skin and faintly remembered the nights that her mother held her on cold winter evenings as they waited for her dad to come home from work. Olli would be dead asleep so she'd go to her mother and they'd both wait. Myra smiled at her mom. "I missed you mom," she whispered softly. "I want to tell you something amazing that's happened. I met this guy named Richard..." she quietly told the woman, leaving out anything related to her missing for 20 years or being part of the undead. And even though her mom was mentally gone now this was a new start for the both of them.

Olli stood by and gazed at the 2 women he loved dearly. He couldn't think of a happier moment in his life than this one for the past 2 decades as he observed his sister and mom reunite. He really wished he'd brought a camera because this really seemed like a Kodak moment. This was the reason he knew he had to keep on living: he knew his family would one day be reunited and less broken.

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[Lilith's P.O.V]

Making my way to the kitchen I rudely shoved the cooks out of the way into the nearest walls as I headed towards the nearest cutting board to vent my frustration out. Being that the cooks were vampires themselves it didn't hurt them but they knew it was a sign for them to leave me alone and stay out of my way. Reaching for a cleaver I angrily start chopping the whole pig in front of me, mumbling my curses as I went. "Stupid idiotic bitch," I growled in anger as I hacked the animal to pieces. "How could she do this to me?!" I steadily increased my chopping pace. "The bitch was offered her freedom without any strings attached and she FUCKING STAYS with the man after 20 years of basically him being her captor! She was supposed to LEAVE!" I hate her. She is my enemy forever since the bitch stole my man. What's worse is that MAYBE I might have liked her a little bit more if she understood and knew my hatred for her but she doesn't. She's understanding (for the most part) but after 70 years of me loving Richard and being loyal to him this bitch ruins everything by showing up and being so 'perfect' for him.

It doesn't help that Richard made it clear to everyone that Myra is not supposed to know of anyone's desire for him, especially mine considering my relationship with her. "Myra will never know of your feelings for me Lilith," I mocked him in a childish tone, "She wouldn't feel comfortable around you if she did. Myra this, Myra that! You need to stop thinking about her and start paying attention to me!" I yelled. I could feel my undead heart pound in my ribs. If I were alive I'd be having a heart attack right now.

The cooks had left when I arrived, they'd rather not be hacked into pieces like the pig I'm butchering currently. That means that they didn't hear anything I said. Good. No one needs to know that I actually despise the slut to the point that I want to kill her instead of just thinking I'm jealous of her. If anyone ever found out I'm as good as dead. Then again, I've wanted her dead since Reesh mentioned her for the first time so it's almost nothing new in my outward appearance to everyone else.

Raising the cleaver I swiftly brought it down so hard that I broke the counter. The cooks would make sure the repairs are done; they're just happy I didn't cut them. It hurts me that he chose that dumb bitch to love forever when I had been there for him no matter what he did for 70 years prior to her. He even said I was as beautiful as I was deadly (which is a lot coming from him) he never touched me. What did she have that I didn't to get him to touch her? If anything I was smarter, prettier, sexier (I have to be the bitch's maid and do her laundry when she doesn't catch me doing it on my own, she has not 1 thing sexy at all) and down right deserve him after all the shit he put me through just to earn his trust. I'd never betray him. What did she do? Be a stuck up goody-too shoes who is a very loyal person on her own. I'm LOYAL! She didn't have to even work to gain his love, he just gave it to her!

This time when I brought the cleaver down I miscalculated the angle of projector and ended up slicing my thumb off. "MOTHER FUCKER!" I yelled as I watched the appendage fall off the counter in a bloody mess. This was painful but not the worst I've had. Then an idea hit me. Ignoring my pain and bleeding hand I picked up my thumb and observed it. It had given me the answer to my problem.

Setting the cleaver down I smiled as I stuck my thumb back in place, letting my body reattach to it. Oh this was perfect. I now have a plan to get rid of my 'perfect' problem. She thinks of me as her best friend (what a disgusting thought) and even Richard thinks that I like her now that I've been forced to be her 'helper' for 20 years. I'm good at hiding my true intentions, especially from Richard and his mind reading. I love him, god I do, but I hate his wife. Every day I force myself to not kill her when Richard isn't near, or anyone for that matter. But if I did kill her it wouldn't do any good. In the end he would come home to a dead wife, kill me and I wouldn't be with him. He'd hate me as he killed me. Right now, I'm barely hanging by a thread knowing he at least trusts me. But now...now I'm thrilled. I think it's about time me and Myra had a "girl's trip". A trip in the woods where no one would suspect that Myra's accident was murder as she observed the cliff I'm going to show her and she's going to 'fall' right off it because she looked too far ahead. She'd fall just like my thumb did off the counter. And to add more to the plot, I'll gain her brother's trust since according to rumors the twins are as close as skin on bones and without his trust there was no chance of getting Myra alone. Brothers' always protected their sisters. I just felt disgusted that I'd put myself so low as to POSSIBLY sleep with someone in Myra's gene pool.

As my finger finished healing I let out a chuckle. "Myra, prepare for the trip to die for." I left the mess for the cooks to clean. Soon enough, if I played my cards right, I'd have Richard's heart once I mended it from his wife's sudden death. When it comes down to Richard, nothing else matters to me.


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[Richard P.O.V]

It's been about 3 hours since she left with Oliver and I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm fucking bored without her here. It's 8 in the morning and normally I would be asleep around this time but with the sudden change in my routine I can't find it in myself to shut my eyes and rest. I'm worried about her. I trust her to come back home to me even though she's free to leave at any time she wants but this is the first time I've left her unattended. Sure she's stronger than most other vampires because she has my direct blood in her veins and can probably take care of herself if she tried but since I love her I can't help but worry. I always want to protect her. She is more important to me than my own life.

I'm laying in our bed worrying for no reason when I should sleep. Feeling the softness of the blanket and smelling her scent I try once more to go into dark slumber but do not succeed. Even the warmth of the fireplace can't soothe my body to relax enough to dream. I need her.

Deciding to give up on resting I threw the covers off me and stood to stretch my naked body in the barely lit darkness of our bedroom. Fire can only give off so much light. As I cracked my neck I walked over to the closet and retrieved my black silk robe and put it on. I faintly smelled Myra's scent on the fabric; she must have worn it recently. The thought put a smile on my face. I loved to see her wearing my clothes, it just seemed to bring out the fire in her. Once she wore just a long sleeved white shirt and offered to make a 'deal' with me because I was such a big, bad boss. Let's just say we came out of that 'meeting' very satisfied.

Grabbing the part nearest to my neck I brought it up to my nose and inhaled her scent again. She still smelled like ripe fruit after her change and all these years. Her blood itself was still an aphrodisiac to me. The smell suddenly triggered a vision of both her and Oliver in their mother's room at the mental hospital. Myra was smiling a true happy smile at the motionless woman as she talked about me of all things. She mentioned happy memories that we both share. It brought another smile to my face. 'She seems to do that a lot these days,' I noted. I honestly didn't think she'd mention me while trying to catch up with her mother but surprise, surprise, she's talking about our first date. 'That took you years to get her to agree to go out with you,' my inner 'badass' reminded me. This whole split personality/bipolar attitude is becoming annoying.

Our first year was the hardest on me. First she wouldn't drink blood and I had to beg her to compromise so she wouldn't starve herself and become sick. After a while without blood a vampire becomes so weak and body function decreases then decays. After two weeks, all it takes is a couple of broken bones and one stab to kill our kind. Once she started feeding she wouldn't talk for months. It annoyed her that I could read her mind. Just when she thought I wasn't listening to thoughts (which I always did to see if she'd change her mind) she'd unintentionally ask me things like why her, why not someone else, why couldn't she have her family and I'd answer truthfully. I couldn't lie to her.

Then when she did speak she wouldn't actually talk to me, she'd speak to Lilith. It hurt that she wanted nothing to do with me but I reminded myself that according to a vision I'd had all I needed was patients and time. I also had to remind myself that because I took away everything she ever knew and everyone she ever loved that she would not warm up to me easily or quickly. She needed time to cope and adjust and I gave her that. Whatever she needed I gave it to her within reason. I'd worked too hard studying her and watching over her that I wasn't going to just let her go. I needed her too badly.

After that phase she actually started noticing that half the time she thought I was talking to her she could hear my thoughts. That's around the time she thought she was going crazy and attacked me for changing her. I let her hit me for a while until some of her rage was gone and when she calmed down enough I had to tell her that no, she wasn't going crazy and that it was just one of my gifts to her so she would never have to suffer to someone lying to her again. That it'd let her into MY head so she would see that I wasn't lying to her. After that LONG talk we actually started getting along. And by getting along, I mean we held a conversation for a few minutes before she clamed up again. By the 2nd year that I'd had her with me she came to realize that I'd told the truth the whole time and that I wouldn't lie to her. That she could trust me even though she didn't like me.

By the 3rd year I reminded her (for the millionth time) of the reason I loved her, of why I chose her out of every female in the world. Of why she grabbed my heart when no other could, especially considering that she was young, a child really when I first saw her and that she was human and had no knowledge of the other world filled with monsters and magic and things she couldn't even dream of. From that point on I VERY SLOWLY but surely began to win her heart and she did end up loving my black one. And considering that when others were around us I wouldn't be the humble husband who worshiped the ground she walked on, the air she breathed and the life she lived, I became her make and master once again (only with respect of course).

With pleasant thoughts I inhaled her scent deeper, trying to get a better picture of what she was talking about, only this time I was met with a vision that I wasn't expecting. I saw Christoph asking questions on my whereabouts and getting the answer of my location considering how threatening he looked at one of my mortal lackeys as he held him by the collar of his shirt in mid air. "Why do you wanna know where my boss is, if you don't mind me asking Mr. Scary vamp dude?" he asked in a shaky voice. Pathetic.

"That's none of your concern if you know what's good for you," my former competition whispered in a dark tone that impressed even me. Maybe he had a dark side after all instead of just a stupid side. "I'd thank you for the directions but I'm in a hurry." Dropping the human on the ground he strode in my direction, looking for some means of transportation to get here quicker. The vision ended with a determined look on the man's face.

Letting the piece of my robe fall from my hand I took a moment to consider how foolish the man was. The answer: completely. I know why he's coming. He wants to try and kill me so Myra won't be forced to be with me, and maybe in the long run she'd return his foolish feelings. How could he still believe that she might want him after all he did? He was horrible to her, he's lucky she didn't hold it against him otherwise I'd have killed him off long ago. But that doesn't mean that I won't now.

I remember forcing myself to keep from killing him, even though he was a dick to her I almost understood the child's conflicted heart because when I was human, I had split emotions when I learned that it was and it wasn't my fault that my mother died for me, but that's another case. It took me years to get the girl I love to merely understand that I love her, but at a cost, her cost. His methods were more hurtful and eventually futile when I entered the picture.

Walking inside the walk-in closet I opened the door and proceeded to pick my attire for the day. Grabbing a thin white short sleeve shirt, a pair of black boxers and a black vest with matching slacks I removed my robe and got dressed while I thought. If he wants to fight me then good, let him come. If he thinks he'll come out alive, he's dead wrong. I'll kill him before he knows its-

My thoughts of murder were interrupted with another vision. "3 today?" I whispered to no one in particular. It's rare that I get more than 2 visions a day unless they're directly involving me. This particular vision was one that disturbed even me.

She was crying so violently as she pounded on my chest, actually able to hurt me by her strength. Bloody tears drenched my beautiful angel's face as real hurt was in her eyes. "You killed him, Richard! How could you?" she yelled.

I was confused at her reaction as I watched Doom's dead body lie not 5 feet away with a trail of blood coming from his lips and cuts from where I dug my talons in his throat. "He tried to kill me, Myra. He wasn't even nice to you when you were younger," I stated. How had I done something wrong?

Harder her small fists pounded as she cried. Her body left me as she bend down to hold the dead man's hand and the action felt like a slap in the face to me. Her eyes held the look of betrayal in them when they gazed into mine, making me feel undeserving of her. "He was still my friend! You promised you'd never hurt my family or friends if I stayed with you all those years! How could you do this to me?" Sobs began to escape her throat as the river of tears continued to fall from her beautiful green eyes.

'She still thought he was her friend?' I asked in my mind, hoping the 'other me' would know the answers. The 'me' that was more in tune with my 'humane' side and not the 'current' me that knows how to do bad things to get what I want and need. "I thought you quit thinking of him that way..." I trailed off, my mind lost. My heart, the blackest part of my being, was breaking as I watched her weep over something I'd done. I made her cry and it only made me feel more undeserving of her.

"He stuck up for me the other night when you 2 nearly fought, Richard! If he wasn't my friend he wouldn't have bothered to stick up for me against a guy like you. But he did when he thought that you were being a fucking bitch to me!" she screamed now, more tears falling on the lifeless body she clung to. Where was Olli, I briefly wondered. I retracted from her strong words. She'd never accused me of such things, as true as they may be. In fact, I'd never heard her cuss while we'd lived together. I really fucked up if I got her to call me a bitch of all things.

The vision stopped suddenly and I was gripped with a strange feeling of panic. Taking in my surroundings I noticed that I'd somehow made it to the bathroom and was staring into a face that could only be described as panicked and full of fear. That vision actually scared me. When she first arrived I did promise her that I wouldn't let any harm come to her family and friends if she was an obedient 'girlfriend'. I didn't dare call her my wife before I married her, it made her feel even more caged so I settled for girlfriend. And breaking that promise would be not only the end of her by committing suicide but me as well. Without her, I am nothing. But even though my mind was riddled with fear, the question remained: why did she still believe in him enough to consider him her friend once more? Honestly I already knew the answer to that one. The way he stuck up for her (as unnecessary as it was) was something he hadn't done since before his infatuation with her that lead to his teenage rudeness. But his one act to protect her from me must have relit a flame of hope for friendship inside her. Even after all these years, I knew she still missed the friendly boy he once was. So I have no choice but to let him live.

The evil smile I was more familiar with showed in the mirror, gleaming its intentions. It didn't mean that I couldn't torture his thoughts. "I'll just 'show' him how much she loves me," I whispered darkly to myself as I suddenly felt very excited. He was about to feel every bit of hurt he'd ever given her thrown back in his face in a twisted way.

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2 hours later I watched from the 3 story balcony of my bedroom sipping a glass of blood and red wine (completely covered in sun block of course with some sunglasses on) as a black and gold 1976 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am (AN: I just looked for a nice looking car and I got CC-164878: 1976 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am) drove up the road to my already open gates and went through. As it came up my driveway and parked in front of my mansion I could see the anger and determination stitched on his face. 'Oh he's ready to get rid of me, isn't he?' I mused.

As if sensing my internal thought he got out of the car and looked directly at me. He too wore sunglasses and from what I could smell from the slight breeze of wind sun block as well. Every piece of clothing he wore was long; the white and green plaid shirt, grey jeans that matched his high top converse shoes. Continuing to stare at me for a minute he contemplated letting me live so Myra wouldn't be hurt if she really did like me. That thought quickly left as he realized that as long as I lived she would willingly stay with me out of fear (in his mind). 'At least he's logical.' Was that really a bad thing now that I'd given her everything I'd ever taken away? In his mind it was because I took away the chance to learn to love others and live a human life.

Taking another sip of my drink I continued to stare at him. After I'd drowned the last drop I released a sigh of pleasure. I never took my eyes off him. "Come and get me if you wish. No one will stop you." No one was here anyway except the servants that were technically 'neutral' when it came to my mob versus others. They just needed money and I wanted a clean home so we were on an understanding. They all knew he was coming so they didn't have to bother him. None of my workers were here anyway, they didn't like coming to my home unless it was a meeting. Every single one of them was afraid that I was going to burn them alive if I got them alone, they should be afraid. I like my privacy with my wife so uninvited people tend to...disappear.

I went back inside and sat on Myra's green velvet reading chair and waited for my guest to arrive. It took him 5 minutes to discover which room I was in. All he had to do was follow Myra's smell, which was strongest in here. "Where is she?" he demanded, voice cautious as he stepped inside.

Leaning back comfortably I smiled at him. I honestly had nothing to lose if I pissed him off a little by making him wait for an answer. Unfortunately I was already sick of his presence considering he wanted to even touch my Myra. "With Olli. They left before sunrise to go see their mother. I'm not sure for how long though."

The look on his face changed to one of being surprised. "You-you let them go?" he asked as hope flared inside him.

I'm going to enjoy making him watch what I have planned. It'll teach him to not fuck with her and me. "Why not? She knows her way home to me and she's not starving." A dirty thought crossed my mind and internally I smiled at it but on the outside I remained neutral. I deserve to piss him off after forcing myself to let him live all those years ago. "At least for food. I still have tricks to teach her under the covers that she'd be hungry for." I could practically hear his nerves snap by the look of pure unadulterated hatred he possessed. Any second now he'd try to kill me if I mentioned fucking her again, his mind was so open that I don't even have to try and listen to his thoughts. Rubbing this in was going to be such satisfaction. "What's the matter Christoph? Did I say something that you didn't like? It couldn't have possibly been the part where I said that I enjoy giving my wife a new trick to learn while we're having sex. It's what all married couples do," I finished with a smirk. "But you wouldn't know that, would you? After all, the only girl you ever really cared about you drove away practically in my direction. And you'll never have her."

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I watched him lunge at me, long fangs bared and eyes an even brighter blue, almost white shining with hatred. In reality I know he's probably charging at me as fast as a train but being the son of the first vampire and a witch has its perks other than just inheriting their abilities, I have a few that are solely mine. At times, in my mind, I think so fast that everything seems to become slow motion. His right fist is raising to punch me, leaving his left one unused as I slam him down to the ground. The force of the impact would dent my floor if I managed not to break it.

Following through with that entire process I made sure to slam him hard enough into the floor where there was now a crack large enough to notice, even if the carpet covered it. He squirmed to break free of my steel-like grasp but it was no use, he could never overpower me. I almost felt sorry for this weak creature. Almost. Its hard to be sympathetic to someone who wants to steal the only good thing in my life. Well...two good things in my life now. Oliver may still be getting used to me, but he can see how happy Myra was tonight and I can see myself enjoying the prospect of a brother. Someone to be a 'guy' around and not someone to be scared of. To have both of them taken from me is unacceptable: they're my family.

"You fucking bastard! I'll kill you! I'll kill you for what you did to them," he roared in my ear, still trying to break free from my grasp. He had no chance, the only person stronger than me was Drake and he's not here right now to even consider taking this guy's side.

Once I pinned him in a hard position to break free from I had to think about what method I would use on him to show him just to show how much of her love for me was real, not forced. Should I put a few drops of my blood in his mouth and let him see my memories? Or should I acquire the method of simply biting him? Giving him my blood would be forfeiting a power or 2 over to him because I hadn't made him myself, but giving him my saliva which has my DNA through biting should do the trick since I don't want him having ANY powers of mine. I can't afford the chance of letting him take control over my body or spontaneously combusting me. So saliva it is. As soon as I sat on his back my legs pinned his arms. Using my hands to hold his face to the floor and clear a spot for me to bite I prepared myself by extracting my fangs.

For a second his body stiffened as it knew what I was going to do. His mind on the other hand had more...violently sexual expectations of me. "What the fuck are you doing you fucking fairy?!" he asked, fear dripping from his voice. By his foul language I could tell there was a slight tremble in his voice.

The name had no affect on me. I'd been accused of many things like being homosexual, bisexual, asexual, a monster, homophobic, a drag queen, a mutant from the black lagoon, the devil's son, the devil himself, a warlock, a child molester, a crack head, a blood junkie, a drug lord and someone even had the nerve to call me a lawyer and judge because of the way I run things. About the only thing true there would be the judge and a monster part and none of those accusations bothered me. And if anything, being called a 'fairy' only proved that he was afraid that I was going to rape him. Well he's not THAT lucky and I'm not that STUPID. Any man who would cheat on the perfect wife deserves to stop existing, even if that man was me. That, and I secretly fear my wife's wrath. Not that I'd ever cheat on her, I could never do that. It's just that when she reaches her breaking point (like if I end up lying to her) then I know nothing can stop her from carrying out her next mission. It scares me how much power the woman has over me and never uses it. Sometimes if I feel that if I make a wrong decision it feels like she's going to stab my eyes out with spoons. I know that isn't pleasant from experience.

Putting my lips close to his ear I whispered, "I'm proving that she loves me willingly. That I don't force her to do anything." Sinking my teeth into his neck I couldn't help but notice that his blood tasted...odd. It must be because he drinks bagged blood from the hospital, blood that is left to sit on a shelf until a patient needs it or it goes bad. As I stopped drinking I started pushing my saliva through the bloody wound. The task wasn't easy with his blood trying to come out and his struggling didn't help but I got the job done as I watched in his mind's eye of the memory of the first time Myra asked me to make love to her. Of the first time I got to not only REALLY kiss her, but make her have pleasure and love all in one act. I made him watch something that without a doubt would break his heart completely; the memory of our wedding night. As personal as any memory intimate moment with her was, meaning I wasn't fond of sharing them, this memory was the best to use because it had the most impact on your relationship. While he watches in disbelief, I watch in awe.

***Flashback***

Today was the happiest day of my life. For the first time in my whole existence I woke up with a feeling of content. I woke up knowing that the woman I loved was going to marry me. Everybody assumes that just because I said she was my wife, when I brought her into this life, that no ceremony was needed and that everyone should just go with that decision. What they didn't know was that I'd promised her that she didn't actually have to actually be my wife until she accepted the offer.

And she did accept, or rather she asked me to marry her last week and I was the one accepting any offers. It was during one of the rare moments when we had the entire mansion to ourselves with no one around; at this point we'd become come content and comfortable with each other, or she did with me anyway, by being friendly with each other. There might have been a kiss here and there but they were ones that were, how else do I put it, simply affectionate. There wasn't anything deep in those kisses, not on her end at least. That was until she flat out told me her feelings had grown and that it had taken her a long time to figure it out. The question was surprisingly random when she'd asked it, considering our conversation. Her response to me asing what she wanted to do that day was "Will you marry me Richard?" in a quiet voice.

For a short time I kept silent, seeing if she was toying with me but the shy look on her face turned to embarrassment as she kept muttering 'never mind' while she walked away from me, her thoughts both scared and sad as she felt her confidence die out like an energy drink that wears off fast and her heart starting to break. I'd been good at keeping out of her head once we'd actually began talking so it took me by surprise that the one person's love I had wanted, no needed, I'd already possessed for weeks, possibly months. All of that and now my silence had scared her away, assuming it was a form of rejection. 'Go after her,' a voice had whispered in my head. It must have been the man in me speaking, not the demonic part. He was always the sensible one at emotional times concerning her. I wasn't about to let probably my only chance of truly winning her love slide by; I had to tell her my answer. When I did I could actually sense that I'd finally made her happy. It only took forever in my opinion. Why do girls have to be complicated?

Over the past week we'd planned a secret wedding, which made the process more exciting as we did. She didn't want much, just some traditional vows, a week by ourselves and of course my eternal love for her. She said if I wasn't in it for the long run then she wasn't going to commit.

Everybody assumed that the week by ourselves was merely a vacation for me. No one suspected a thing, especially when they thought I was angry at her for keeping to herself in another room which was actually hers. We had never shared a room until we'd started making the plans. Of course her sleeping arrangements were in secret the entire time she'd been here, there was no need to make my unintelligent henchmen start talking about how the vampire prince who always get his way couldn't control his own wife. It's amusing watching people assume things that they don't actually know. Some even offered suggestions on what I could do on 'my' vacation if i wanted to eventually just get rid of her. I just nodded my head as I thought over vows.

And today was the day we'd exchanged those secret vows to each other and kissed each other. REALLY kissed each other, not just a light kiss on the cheek. As her lips met mine I admit, I was a little too eager and nearly choked her with my tongue but she fought back with just as much passion, passion that had slowly started to build over time. I'd never felt so free before that moment and I knew from that moment on that there was nothing that I wouldn't do for her, given proper timing and thought. I knew I'd die without her in my life.

As for right now, I'm slowly shedding her white dress away from her slightly pail flesh, exposing it to my hungry eyes as, ironically, the song 'Hungry Eyes' came on the small stereo that was on the dresser that the hotel provided to help 'set the mood' for newlyweds. The small trembles give away that she's nervous. Even thought she knows there will be no pain I still have to treat her as if there was going to be. Somehow she'd gone through her whole life (before I took her) untouched by a man, never knowing an intimate touch. I'd never let any man touch her unless it was me. If I had my way I would have taken her virtue while she was human so she could feel human as I made love to her body. But I would rather wait (which I did for a LONG time) for her to love me than have her hate me for just forcing myself upon her. Thing's don't always go the way I plan in her case, only I was happy with this result.

Her skin feels so soft in my hands as I trace a random pattern from the top of her neck going past her jugular to her bra straps where my fingers slowly removed them but go no further until I look in her eyes. She nods as a signal to continue, ready to give herself to me. I leaned in and kissed her neck as my skilled hands remove her white lace bra in seconds and I hear it land on the carpeted floor. I can smell the Victoria's Secret Love Spell body spray on her as her heart beat increases and soft sighs escape her lips. The reaction she gives me gets me hard as well as makes my heart beat faster for her and I restrain myself from simply ripping her panties off and pushing her on the bed with her legs spread out and thrusting my dick inside her innocent body. Instead I whisper sweet things in her ear and feel her temperature rise slightly as my hands caress her head, breasts, back and even daring to touch the apex of her legs and find her underwear soaked with arousal. A small gasp comes from her tender lips as I slowly drag my finger back and forth over her sex and put my mouth on her for a gentle kiss. She tastes the same as always to me: sweet and perfect.

I can feel her hands clenching onto my shirt, trying to find a way to relieve some of the tension that I'm putting on her wet folds. Slowing the movements of my fingers results in her hips pressing harder against them and I hear a rip as her hand rips my shirt. Looks like she's more eager than she thought. It makes me harder knowing that I'm arousing her, making her want to almost rape ME. But it's a difficult task to try and rape the willing.

Removing her mouth from mine she looked deep into my eyes and very soul. Those jade colored eyes looked over my face as she started thinking. We didn't need words to know what the other was thinking nor did we to speak. Speaking tended to mess up the vocabulary when one can't find the correct words to use. For us, there were no words really, just true raw emotions that the both of us could feel. That was all it took to take us to the point of no return.

I lead her to the bed and gently laid her down upon the tan sheets, kissing her lips as I did so to try and make her relax a little. Kissing down her neck I started nibbling the flesh next to my teeth, ready to drink her succulent red drug. But I wait a moment more so I can feel her frustration at me for not hurrying up and it puts a smile on my face. My efforts for restraint are rewarded as she impatiently lifts her head up and sinks her fangs into my neck, causing intense pain and pleasure mixed together where I couldn't distinguish them as she sucks my blood. I returned the favor in an unconscious reaction. The feelings we were both experiencing nearly became our undoing though, so I unwillingly dethatched myself from her neck as she did mine. Her eyes shined rubies as her body shivered in a fashion as if she'd just reached orgasm. I could imagine that I was in a similar state in her eyes. By now my cock was straining so hard in my black boxers that I was sure it was going to tear through.

Using speed faster than the eye could match I ripped my shirt from my body and tore my underwear off, leaving me as nude as the day I was born. Both of us are panting by now and even as I stand naked in front of her those blood filled eyes never leave mine as she smiles and uses a single finger to tell me to come to her. Crawling slowly over her I try and even out my breathing and get a grip on myself. She was just too tempting. Still we didn't speak. It would only ruin the moment we were having.

As I laid next to her I couldn't help but feel my inner demon finally being caged as I let my human side come out fully for the first time in centuries. I was hers forever as long as she controlled my human heart, which she always will.

My hand dipped into her underwear and slowly gripped the lace as I dragged it down her legs and threw it on the floor. Now she blushed as my fingertips danced upon her legs until my hand gently hooked itself under her knee and slid it over my hip to get a good position. My body was on fire with arousal and I was somewhat worried that I'd do something foolish, like cum prematurely. As we kept eye contact I saw that she nodded, signaling that she was ready and I gently eased myself inside her, feeling her warmth wrapped around me.

I think I nearly died. In fact I would rather die right now than live of humiliation by orgamsing just after putting it in. I can't believe her! She has this much power over me?? This is insane! But it feels so good! Just breathe Richard, just breathe. Don't. Move. A muscle. 'Don't you dare disappoint her!' I scolded myself. I can sure be bossy inside my head but the guy is completely right. So I just laid there with my eyes closed, concentrating on my breathing and her scent and trying to relax my over-eager cock from exploding.

Unfortunately I had somehow managed to completely forget that Myra was waiting for more than just 'that' to happen as she lightly tapped my face (which was resting nicely on her chest) to get my attention. "Um....Richard, I know I've never done this before...but aren't you supposed ot move?" she asked quietly. From the sound of her voice she was both confused and frustrated. I can't blame her though, it IS my fault.

Taking a deep breath I relaxed some more. "Um...yeah. Listen...don't laugh, please. I've just never had this problem before."

"Did I do something wrong?" she whispered sadly. Oh hell no! Not the self-esteem thing again! I refuse to let her go down that path again!

Quickly I looked up and met her eyes as her face showed she was VERY nervous now. Looks like I wasn't getting out of this one. "No, absolutely not...it's actually my fault. BEFORE you say anything let me explain. I...I am literally so hard that if I so much as move a single muscle right now I will cum. And I don't want that," I said honestly. If I can't please her then I don't want to be pleased.

"Oh. Ok." And she let the subject drop. Her understanding level is amazing. All the more reason I love her.

After a few minutes of not moving and simply feeling her hand rub my back my body started relaxing to the point where we could start over. While still inside her I kissed her face again, making sure I got every inch of skin and a fair amount of tongue too! And being the sneaky bastard that I am I carefully maneuvered my hand between us and started rubbing her clit before she could ask what I was doing. The sudden stimulation made her cry out and roll her eyes back as I placed both of my hands on either side of her and eased my way out before gently going back in. The feel of her warm wet folds was like silk over my cock, a comfort that needed more friction.

There it was, I'd been her first and no one could take that from either of us. But right now, I think the fact that she's got her heels digging into my lower back pushing me inside deeper while biting my lip means to stop thinking and start fucking. And who am I to deny her such demands? No one. So I used one hand to go back under her leg as she laid flat on her back while I was over her and started a gentle rhythm. Or at least tried to until she was starting to scratch my skin off my arms, whispering, begging me to go faster. Which I happily obliged. Picking up the pace I made sure to go not only faster but put more force into the thrusts, making her cry out each time.

The tingling sensation was coming again where I knew I was close so I made sure to rub her clit again, stimulating the little bundle of nerves and bring her closer to the edge with me. In, out, in, out I kept the pace but even that wasn't enough now. She wanted more as she begged me, using my name, "Richard please! Harder!" she cried. Thank my lucky stars that there's never sexual pain involved for vampires. Otherwise I'm sure I would have her screaming her head off in agony because she's never done this. I briefly wondered if she'd ever used any 'toys' before.

Her breathing started catching as her heart pounded faster in my ears. The smell of sex was filling the room and I knew that both of us were becoming more sensitive every second we were exposed to it. Just the scent alone made me growl as I let myself go and pounded away, making sure to take in every detail that she liked. Like how fast I was going or how hard my dick was rubbing against the top of her pussy or how deep I was thrusting. I made sure I knew everything that pleased her and based my results on the bloody wounds she was leaving on my flesh. I was almost there. Just a little bit more. The trembles her core was giving around my cock as the beginning of her orgasm started. A loud deep moan released itself from her lips it made me lose it. It felt like hot white lightning shooting through my body as I found myself pumping into her more with my ongoing orgasm.

I hadn't realized that I'd passed out until I found Myra looking down at me with such love in her eyes and a content smile on her face as she kissed my lips and nose and the rest of my face. "I love you, Richard," she whispered in my ear.

My black heart filled with joy at her words. She was the one. I am one lucky bastard. "I love you too, Myra." This is what it felt like to be loved and I couldn't be happier. We loved each other and would continue to do so for the rest of eternity.

***END FLASHBACK***

To this day that is my favorite memory of her and I and me showing it to him has fulfilled its purpose. He can't believe what he saw, but he knows that DNA doesn't lie. The girl he loves more than life itself had accepted me and chosen to love me. An unlovable creature who is cursed and damned and doesn't deserve love. But I have it; I earned it.

He'd been still for several minutes, staring at the ceiling as if he wanted it to open up and have lighting strike him for having to feel the things he felt. His thoughts were practically begging me to end his misery so he wouldn't have to keep living through the memory as I walked around him. The sadistic side of me returned once again. "I will let you live, you piece of shit. Only because she'd wish it and I want to see you suffer. You will never have her, she's mine and she loves me. You'd be wise to remember that, young one." With that I kicked him in the side and dragged him out of my room. I didn't need his stench taking over Myra's while she's away. 'I guess I'm just going to have to make it smell like her again,' I thought darkly.

AN: Yeah, I know, 4 months is a long time. But a) I had a busy summer, b) school ended up starting and c) recent family issues came up that postponed it for the last couple of weeks.

I'd also just like to mention that I found this video on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHOAclsx5do and think it somewhat goes with my story. But that's not up to me really. It was just a thought. NO I DIDN"T MAKE THAT VIDEO EITHER, I JUST FOUND IT