Prince Darrius

Part 2 Chapter 22

Darrius' POV

Jennifer walks ahead of me with evident positive energy as she sways those gorgeous hips from side to side. I could hear her heart beat fluttering with nervous human anticipation for what I had planned. Not that she could read my thoughts, but she knew me well enough to know I was going to have some fun once we were alone.

Turning a partner into a vampire to remain by your side for the rest of eternity was common practice between vampire and their human slaves. When love started to trickle into the relationship the bond only became stronger.

But I knew her real reason for desiring to be turned was more of a selfish one. She wanted strength, to be on a more equal playing field with the rest of us. In her own way she was already special, her blood was extremely powerful and her body immortal even though the rest of her was just as human as every other mortal.

I enjoyed being her protection – but everyone needed to learn how to protect themselves and she would quite frankly, be safer as a vampire. However, would her blood change?

As if reading my mind, Jennifer addresses that exact issue as she walks into our room, turning to face me.

"We should ask Meredith if my blood will change if I am transformed into a vampire," she says sweetly with a little nervous look in her eye as I approach her with a smirk, one fang glinting dangerously.

"You can call her," I suggest and I watch with amusement as she turns quickly to run for the phone, eager to put space between us. She was afraid of her own arousal and needs – it was pretty cute. And a tad annoying.

If she wanted to pounce on me, I wasn't going to complain. In fact, I'd strip her down so fast she would be naked in no time.

"What's the number?" she asks, walking back towards me with the cordless landline. I take it from her and dial in the number before giving it back to her – not saying a word. My mind was too far gone thinking about her standing before me with that black dress flittering down to her ankles.

I didn't want to ever rush her however, I wanted to savour her. I had all the time in the world. I leave her to talk to Meredith while I stalk my way into the bathroom, deciding a bath was one hell of a good idea.

She'd be joining me, of course.

I wouldn't let her leave to 'check' on anyone or anything, assuming Jennifer would follow her old habits – she'd try to run away from me just because she enjoyed resisting me.

As I run the bath, I light a couple of candles for a romantic mood and turn off the main light.

The phone call ends after a brief period of time and I hear Jennifer put the phone away and then there is a little bit of shuffling as she stands around probably wondering what to do with herself.

Trying not to smile, I take off my only piece of clothing – my leather pants. Then I hop in the huge bath that was big enough for three and settle into the hot water.

I hear her slowly approach the bathroom, her feet sliding across the floor quietly. She hesitates just outside the door, out of sight.

"Are you going to stand there all day, sweetheart?" I ask, I honestly can't keep the amusement out of my tone even though I do try, "No point delaying the inevitable – I'm getting you naked one way or another."

I hear a little huff of embarrassment as she quickly storms in the room, hands on hips, her cute little red lips open in an 'o', as she is about to speak but is abruptly lost for words when she sees me reclining in the bathtub – completely naked.