A vampire's Choice

"That is not possible," Vanessa exclaimed.

Roger agreed, but the signs were there. The spark whenever they touched, the need to protect her, and especially the naughty thoughts jumping in his head by just looking at her. "That is what I said, but deep down, I know it is true. I cannot explain why, just that I do."

Vanessa let out a sigh, silent for a moment. "So, what does this mean? In all of history, all creatures are known only to have one mate, not two. Not even to mention a mate looking exactly like the first one."

Rubbing his face, Roger slumped in defeat. It has been years since he felt not in control, and he hated it. "This is why I am calling you. I need help in understanding what is happening."

"Of course, I will help, you know that. But I am going to need more information about Rebecca and this new girl."

"I... I..." Never has he told a living soul everything about Rebecca. Vanessa might have been there at the end when she saved him, but she only knew the tip of the iceberg.

"Listen, I know it is hard," she interrupted him, "But it is important we know everything. I promise it will stay between the two of us, the crucial parts I will only reveal if needed."

"You are right." Roger was defeated.

"Good. Start from the beginning,” Vanessa said.

Footsteps sounded from down the hall, the familiar sweet smell drifting to his nose. Lisa was coming, and deep down, he was eager to see her. "I am sorry, but I have to go now. I will talk to you as soon as I can."

"Okay. I will look into the two mates' situation so long." Vanessa started, "But remember, if she is your one true mate, I hope you will accept her. You have had a terrible life, so you deserve happiness. So please do not turn your back on this or her."

Without a goodbye, Roger ended the call, quickly stuffing the phone back in his pocket just as a knock came on the door. "Enter."

While the door opened, Roger straightened his jacket and shifted the chair to face the door. Micheal came in first, stepping to the side as Lisa entered. A breath caught in his chest as he gazes upon her. Something was different about her, a glow that was not there before. Blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, leaving her neck bare. The clothes she wore were the ones he had the servants acquire after fleeing the first day. He did not know why, but something had made him do it, and now fate was revealed. The outfit she wore accentuated her curves: the dark blue jeans hugging the right spots and the loose cashmere sweater complimenting her complexion. Making a mental note to give a raise to the shopper, Roger stood up as she moved towards his desk. Indicating to the empty chair in front of the desk, his eyes stayed glued as Lisa sat down, her own eyes still not looking at him. With a quick nod towards Micheal, Roger sat back down. The door silently closed behind them, trapping the growing tension between them.

"Uhm... thank you for the clothes, but it was not necessary." Lisa began as she finally looked at Roger.

"It is no problem. Besides, they seem to fit you really well."

With a blush creeping up her cheeks, Lisa glanced down as her fingers played with the material. It was the softest, most luxurious material she has ever felt, and with a big dollar sign attached, she guessed. "Thank you, but I still can't accept it all."

"We can discuss this matter later." Roger watched in fascination at her finger intertwined with the cream-colored material. "For now, I guess you have more questions that weren't answered last night?"

Looking up at Roger, Lisa was shocked at his appearance. Deep down, she had maybe hoped it was all a dream, that the man before her was not a vampire, but as she made eye contact with his pale eyes and skin, it was inevitable: creatures of the dark did exist.

"I have a lot, actually.” The edge of her mouth slightly tweaked as if to smile but dropped just as fast. Now was the time for answers and not personal jokes. Pushing back her shoulders and straightening her spine, Lisa began. “The first thing I want to know is what creature that thing was that attacked me and why he came after me twice?"

"Why he came after you, I cannot answer," Roger explained, "but what I can tell you is that he is a werewolf."

Fear gripped her face. “That thing is a werewolf, and you are telling me there are hundreds like those roaming the world freely, preying on the innocent."

"No, regular werewolves are not like that. A true pack lives for family and love; their main goal to find their mate. That thing that attacked you is different. I can smell the wolf on him, but he seems changed, wrong even."

It was all new information, a lot to process, but Lisa kept pushing. “Do all vampires look like you?” The change of subject was needed as the more they spoke of the monster, the more he took hold of her memories.

This question jolted Roger, not knowing it would come this soon. "No, I am also different.” To calm his nerves, Roger picked up a pen, playing with it in his fingers. "Years after I was changed, something happened, turning me into the man you see before you. I am actually Greek. Hard to believe, I know."

Lisa was curious to find out more. "Aside from your appearance, what else is different from a regular vampire?"

"I can walk in the sun. You see, a regular vampire cannot withstand the sun, but whatever happened to me changed that. Funny enough, it took me years after the change to figure that one out." Roger smiled at that memory. It was funny, but it was also the time he thought he would definitely die.

"So, what happened?” A proverbial knock on the door he did not want to answer.

Roger stared at his hands as he fiddled with the pen, ashamed to look her in the eyes. Then, remaining silent for a moment, he finally replied, "I am sorry, but that is one story I cannot tell you. Only another knows it, not even Micheal, but what I can tell you is that I am cursed and forced to live like this until the end of days."

The pain in his face was visible, breaking Lisa's heart, so she moved on and away from that subject. "The night of the first assault is still a bit of a haze, but something I remember quite clearly is you giving me something. The taste was unique, but it was amazing. What was it?"

With all the stuff that has happened in the last couple of days, the knowledge he had fed her his blood was a distant thought. Lisa has just accepted that vampires were real; he did not know how the knowledge of her drinking his blood would affect her. "I... um, it was just some concoction I keep with me."

Inching closer to the desk and out of the seat, Lisa persisted. "Please, I need to know. Since I drank it, I have been feeling weird. Not bad, but different."

Suddenly, it clicked. Why she was looking better, had a glow about her. The blood had not only healed her but enhanced her natural beauty. "I cannot tell you today. Maybe after a while when you have adjusted to all this new information."

Lisa could not accept that answer. Something kept nagging at the back of her mind, telling her to find out what it was. Before she knew it, her body had moved on its own, and she found herself next to his chair, one hand on his desk, the other trapping the top of his chair.

Her swift response shook Roger; one moment, she was sitting before him, the next she was next to him, her addicting scent all over him. Being so close to her awoke the heat only she could illicit, and before he could stop himself, Roger leaned forward, his lips capturing her's.

A kiss was not what she bargained for, but it sure felt good. His lips brushed over her's lightly before pressing harder. A shot of electricity pulsed where their skin touched, and she needed more. Lisa's hand reached out to him, gliding over his neck to stop in his hair, wrapping her fingers around him. Her action awakened the beast as Roger pulled her down, placing her in his lap without breaking the kiss. A small moan escaped her lips, opening for him, allowing him to push his tongue into her mouth. Hunger gripped him and he demanded more, urging her on as he brushed over her tongue. Lisa obliged as she copied his motion in exploring him more. Grabbing his hair tighter, she pulled him closer, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Roger laced his hands around her waist, holding her down as he ground his growing manhood into her warm core, cursing the clothes that acted as a barricade. Feeling how hard he was, a louder moan escaped her throat as the heat intensified and a pool of wetness formed in her panties. It felt good, so she went with the flow, allowing her body to take over. Suddenly her hips took control as they slowly rubbed back and forth, teasing him.

His fingers dug into her soft flesh, slowing her movement. Then, keeping his lips still on hers, he muttered, "Don't start what you can't finish."

"Maybe I want to.” Leaning back to consider him, Lisa jumped in shock when she noticed his eyes. The black orbs were not new but were still a shock whenever they appeared. Remembering he said it gets like that when he is hungry, her hand covered her neck as she used the other to push herself off of him.

Roger allowed her to go, knowing what she saw and understood. Then, quickly rearranging himself in his pants, he pushed the chair closer to the desk to hide. He was not ashamed. He was proud of his package, but she might genuinely be frightened if she saw the whole length.

Making her way back to the chair opposite his, Lisa quickly arranged herself to look presentable before sitting down. Her cheeks were aflame, both from shame and her reaction to him. The kisses she had before did not compare and not even mention what was between his legs. She felt it all; hell, she practically tried to ride him. "I... uhh... I think I need to go. We can finish this later if it is alright with you."

Not waiting for a response, Lise leaped from the chair to the door, not sparing a glance as she left the room, closing it hard behind her and sprinting down the hall and back to her room.

A slight tingle on her lips still lingered, even hours after it had happened. Sitting on the bed, facing the magnificent view, Lisa replayed the scene repeatedly in her mind. Each time sending a burst of heat through her. She might be a virgin, but she was not new to physical acts. In high school, her boyfriend had urged her to touch him and he her. The sensation then was great, but compared to now, she could not even imagine how sex with Roger is like.

Letting out a sigh while relaxing her shoulders, Lisa rose from the bed, making her way over to the window. The sky was clear, only the rays washing light over everything. The view was indeed something to admire, and suddenly an idea popped up. Putting on the shoes she had discarded earlier, Lisa exited the room, closing the door behind her as she weighed her options. Glancing left and then right, the choice was made, and she headed right. To the left was his office, a place to avoid for now, so she took the only other way. A few spots along the way seemed familiar, encouraging her to keep walking, knowing an exit should be close. A Familiar statue stood at the end of the hall, just past an open door. With a renewed sense of hope, Lisa rushed forward, half walking, half sprinting, only slowing down as she reached the artwork. History had never been her favorite subject, but appreciating fine art was one of the few acts she loved to dabble in. Slowly inching closer, her hand reached out, fingers lightly caressing the bottom. Out the corner of her eye, she caught the front door, but knowing nature won't go anywhere, Lisa turned all her attention in front of her.

The statue was cold to her touch, made of cream marble. A 15-inch female frozen in time, her curvaceous body wrapped in what would be white silk if she was real. Stroking higher up, Lisa lingered on the woman's face, feeling all of the small details. One would think a statue this small would have no detail, but to her astonishment, the woman was so proportionate, one could count even the hairs tied lazily on top of her head. Leaning closer and lifting her other hand to rest at the base of the statue, Lisa observed closely. The nose was straight and short, accentuated by high cheekbones and full lips. The eyes staring lifelessly into the void but had a look of adoration carved into them. Inching to the left and trailing her fingers along the marble, Lisa took in her whole body after focusing on the face. Curvy was an understatement. The statue's hips burst from her tiny waist, an actual hourglass figure, the hard material clinging to every inch.

The inspection of the beautiful statue came to a halt as her hand on the base rubbed over a rough edge. Her fingers felt around it before she bends down to look closely. Words were hidden at the back, and her curiosity piqued. Usually, the artist would carve their signature in the front, proudly displaying it for the world, not hiding it. The statue was a few inches from the wall, forcing her face to press against the cols, solid back, sending goosebumps down her spine. Then, focusing her sight, a word appeared.

"R... I...V...Q...A...H."

There was nothing else, so straightening herself, Lisa reached behind again to sweep the back, but that was the only word. "Rivqah" speaking it out loud stirred no memory of the artist, but she would not know them all. This magnificent statue had to have made the artist famous, but alas, some works do not get the recognition it deserves.

Birds chirping in the distance reminded Lisa of her true purpose, and giving a final glance at the woman, she made her way to the door. Luckily it was unlocked, and the second she pulled it open, a wave of heat washed over her—the contrast in temperatures from inside to outside making her shiver. The driveway stood empty as she walked down the stairs, the door closing by itself with a small thud. Ignoring it, Lisa moved forward, past the fountain spewing water and to the left, stepping onto the grass. Bending down, her hand lazily brushed over the green textures as her eyes closed. Taking a deep breath, the fresh air filled her lungs, along with delicious scents.

Mindlessly kicking off her shoes, Lisa dug her feet into the softness, her toes curling around the dirt. A sense of recklessness gripped her as she observed the surroundings, feeling like a weight has lifted from her shoulders. A field sat next to the mansion, trees lining around to afford privacy, even though no one else was around for miles. Fighting the urge to just drop to the grass and roll around it, Lisa walked, lavishing in the feeling of the ground. Keeping the house to her left, she walked straight down, allowing it to guide her, not knowing where it would lead. The trees to her right clustered tightly together, the view behind them obscured by the bright colored branches. As much as she wanted to explore every inch, she knew it could be dangerous. After learning about all the creatures alive in this world, going into the woods alone would not be wise. Before her stood more trees, but there was something hidden behind them. The house had finally run its course, and as she moved closer, leaving the brown building behind her, a cate was becoming visible between the tree's branches. They were too thick to wiggle her body between them, so Lisa walked around them, searching for an entrance. One came up a few feet away, the trees parting slightly. Pushing branches away from her face, she spotted the gate's entrance. It was made from black metal, with a few parts rusted. Every second stake had a sharp point at the top surrounded by twirls. It looks beautiful but is probably not excellent at keeping people from getting in. Grabbing the bars, Lisa pushed her face against them, making it easier to see what was behind, and she was glad. Her breath hitched as she spotted a body of water, a humungous pool hidden behind all the vegetation. The water rippled by the wind as the sun shimmered on the surface, giving the illusion of millions of diamonds sparkling at her. A small building stood to the left, a single door facing her, the house peeking just past the roof. Growing up in foster care, the families she would sometimes stay with had no back yards, let alone a pool. The few times she did swim were at school, some of the best times of her life. Searching quickly for a lock, she spotted the latch, grateful it wasn't locked, and opened the gate. The hinges squeaked as it moved in, a clear sign it has not been used for a long time. Keeping her eyes locked on the glorious water, Lisa closed the gate behind her before moving in.

It was the middle of the day, with the mansion watching over the pool, but Lisa gave no shits as she discarded her clothes, leaving her only in her underwear. Then, without a second break and her clothes still dropping, Lisa dived into the cool liquid before the pants landed on the ground. The calm surface splashed against the side as she swam underneath, the water breaking apart as her head popped out, taking a deep breath. She was in heaven.

The girl was splashing around in the pool, her yells of fun breaching his sensitive ears. Roger stood by the window as he glanced at her, a small smile tucked on the edge of his lips. No one has swum in the pool for years, even though he permitted the staff. They fear him, not even leaving a spoon in the sink. Whispers could be heard some days, the nickname 'The Dark One' being tossed around, not just by his staff but by most creatures in the supernatural world. Stories had been spread, the truth twisted from the night of his curse. Some were true, others a mere figment of imaginations. What had happened that night was horrible, the things he had done so evilly, but he had had no other choice.

A scream and a splash of water pulled him from his dark thought, back to the girl having the time of her life. Roger envied her, wishing he could join her, but joy and fun were not part of his vocabulary, not anymore. Babying the glass of blood in his hand, Roger took a deep sip, his eyes glued to her body as she swam, the water making her movement seem smooth. The actions of the morning still fresh in his mind, the repercussion straining against his pants, the erection never entirely going away. Lisa had lit a fire in him that was long gone, awakening his arousal, but it also made him confused. Was it the attraction he felt for Lisa or the image of Rebecca?

Downing the rest of the blood, Rodger twirled around and threw the empty glass into the fire pit, sending hundreds of pieces flying everywhere. The little bit of blood left sizzled in the heat, the smell irritating his nose.

As much as he wanted to focus on his work, the woman in his pool kept distracting him. Finally, with no fight given, Roger turned back to watch her. Minutes or hours passed as a knock sounded behind him. The scent of Micheal waved through the door, alerting him to who it was.

"Enter," Roger demanded.

Keeping his back to the door, Roger listened as Micheal softly opened the door before closing it. Footsteps rang as he approached before stopping next to him. The heat from the blood coursing in Micheal's veins soaked into Roger's skin as he followed the direction of his gaze.

"It is good to see that someone is at least enjoying the pool," Micheal observed, an edge of joy in his voice.

Without looking at his servant and loyal friend, Roger replied. “What is it?"

Micheal's heartbeat suddenly began beating hectic as sweat dripped from his forehead. He was nervous, knowing Roger was not on board with Lisa's request. He might not have stopped him, but he also disapproved.

"You know I can hear when you get nervous." Roger barely turned to look at Micheal, "Just spit it out."

Turning towards Roger, Michael stuck his hands in his pants pocket to calm his nerves. "We have done what the girl wanted. Her shop has been cleaned and the windows fixed."

The information made Roger look away from a happy Lisa and focus on Micheal. "That is good. Did you manage to find her belongings?"

"Unfortunately, no. But we did find..." Micheal could not bring himself to say. The scene they had stumbled upon had been gruesome. Blood was everywhere, even splattered on the ceilings. The girl laid lifeless in a pool of it, her blood soaking into her deceased corpse.

"Her friend," Roger confirmed.

Micheal nodded his head in reply.

Turning back towards Lisa in the pool, Roger instructed. "Take the body to the basement. Clean it up as well as you can. I will inform Lisa and then decide on a course of action."

"Yes, sir." Micheal retreated from the room, Roger zoning in on the pool. He would let Lisa enjoy her day before telling her. Especially before showing the body. The two must have been close since her crying had echoed in the empty halls. Losing a friend was hard. Roger was no stranger to that, but to bury one was never easy.