The Alpha Vampire

It can be safely said that we have once again survived another battle, though these were far too close to each other. Now, what else can be said, is that both of these have left us to one conclusion. There is a legacy that they are after…My legacy.

Well, in all my frustration, I have no idea as to what they are referring to, but let me say this, I believe that this shall not be the last. Perhaps I have been placed as the one on the hunting block and I have no idea what they are hunting for.

Though what else needs hunting is Roberto. I have not seen him since we left him behind between the abandoned warehouse. I have not, and much by the request of the Winchesters, I have not been back to search for him there. I know that he shall come out to hunt, but as for coming to what should be his home, that is not a question that I can answer.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Lilith said that there is a great evil that holds him. The day when he came to us the first time I did not see any evil in him. Has Lilith placed a spell on him? In that case, I need to find him. But how do you find a Vampire that only knows how to hide. I do not think that he shall return to Scotland. Something has happened to him in Scotland that drove him to do what he did. Yes, and perhaps for one lucid moment, he came to seek help. If it was not for the thing with Stefan and Lilith, I would have known what it is by now.

Now the boys have gone home and gone back to their own hunting business, as they said, it is one of my Vampires, it is my problem. But I do not know how to fix or even find it. I shall have to seek some other sort of assistance. It will definitely not be from any witch, I shall have to get the help of one that is far stronger. But the only one thing that I have gotten acquainted with, perhaps not, the only one thing that I have had dealing with.

A Warlock.

I am about to run this past my dear beloved for I know that the rest of the group shall do it even if they like it or not. So I find her in our bedroom resting as she usually does this hour. Her beauty shall never seize to captivate me, but when she lays within this hour in the darkness, it is beyond that you can describe as exquisite. Her skin glows even though the room does not hold any light. Little specks of blue that shall never blacken. And porcelain skin that remains soft and so firm to a gentle touch.

But what else is something that will never fade, she knows I have come to ask something that will need some considering. Though she lets me ease into it, for I am a man for whom it does become painful if you need to put a lot of effort into it, so the correct words are what matter. But of course, the words that fall from my lips are sometimes the most idiotic thing that one can hear. And this idea, well I do not think idiotic will express the idea quite as right.

So for what seems like an eternity, we just stare into each other’s eyes. What is it that they say, well, perhaps if I create a slight distraction then she shall not find it quite as absurd as it is?

She looks down at my slightly parted lips and I know what is about to happen, what I want to happen. We both lean into each other in slow motion never breaking eye contact once. My heart skips a beat and my knees get wobbly, even though I am not standing on my feet. I curl my hand around her neck and tangle the other in her long wavy hair.

Our lips brush softly against each other. Her lips are soft and delicately. They dance against me like butterfly wings. I pull away, hesitating for a moment. She felt new, yet oddly familiar, Her lips seemed molded to the shape of mine. My hands curled around her so perfectly as if they were made just for her. She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion and I want more.

Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.

Everything about her is perfect. The sheer softness of her hair as I run my hands through it. The taste of sweet cotton candy that lingers on her lips. Her breath on my cheek. The way she plays with the hair at the back of my head that tickles my neck.

She presses her lips against mine even harder. Lightning passes through me. I feel lost in a different universe and she is slowly taking me away. Her cold hand creeps from my neck down my spine and pulls me closer. Her touch makes my body shiver. Her delicate, innocent kiss makes my heart flutter. Then it races. My body surrenders. I let her kiss me for as long as she wants. Every time I let go, I go back and kiss her again softly.

After what seems like being away for hours, we part and put our foreheads together. Then she gives me that look. That look a man gets when he has done something wrong, or as she says, what stupid do you want to find yourself in again.

And I need not even have to wait long and she has seen through my innocent kisses, “Lucas, what do you want.” But then she pauses for a brief moment. “Let me rephrase that, what have you done? And god, please, I am not going to go fight a monster.”

I only but chuckle at her. She has the idea almost there, it is not a battle but indeed a search. So I bite down on my bottom lip knowing exactly at this very moment her knees have gone weak and I can just about do anything with her. Yes, I do know it is playing dirty and some would say that I am abusing a situation, though a desperate man, calls for a desperate measure.

Once I know that she is not about to kill me, I look at her with what truly is genuine concern in my eyes, “My beloved, I need to find Roberto.”

“Lucas, he does not want to be found.”

“I believe he does,” I hesitate for a few seconds, “I think that he does not know where he finds him or perhaps even who he is.”

She looks at me in frustration for this has not been the first time that we have been through this conversation, “Has there been any reports of unusual deaths?”

“No, my beloved, but it does not mean if it is not happening in the city that it is not happening.”

“That sounds completely insane. How…?”

I immediately interrupt her, she should know that I will not give up so easily, yet, “We do not know what happens in places the same as where we left him. He might not even be in London anymore. I am afraid to think where he is.”

“Well,” she takes my hand tighter to her chest and rubs her lips gently against it. “Has the boys heard of any other unusual killings since they have left?”

“No,” I answer her rather reluctantly because it just creates room for me to be more disappointed when she says no. “I know that he is out there and I know that he is not himself.”

I stand off from the bed and start pacing the room, there are a million things that play over in my mind. It is a million things that I play over in my mind every minute of every day that is passing by in slow agony.

“My beloved, he is my brother. Please understand that even though I am a Vampire that I still do hold dear feelings for him in my heart.”

I hear as she sighs and then she calls for me to come closer, “What do you want to do?”

“Well,” I start to say as my heart gives a skip of a beat, “We need to see a Warlock.”

She nods her head at me in agreement, “Then let us go see one then.”

“Yes, my beloved. About that one, well there is a tiny little problem with the one that we need to go consult with…”