My Vampire Master (Book One)

Chapter 1 - I'm Not Going to Take You

Chapter 1 - I'm Not Going to Take You 

Day One 

"I'm not going to take you if that's what you think." I sighed when my vampire master glanced away, not amused at my comment, and instead studied something he suddenly found interesting outside the tall window. It was close to midnight and I was exhausted from traveling. I shouldn't have snapped at him. I chewed on my bottom lip, wondering if this training was such a great idea. How could I not be who I know was? I was a vampire now. Period. Nothing was going to change that. 

Marcus, my maker and I had argued before I had left for the training center. He stressed to me the importance of the training. "Trust me," he had said. "If you can control your sensual appetite, you can control your bloodlust." 

The library where I had been asked to wait was as gorgeous as the man standing in front of the window. "You'll be assigned a vampire master and you'll want to do everything he says," Marcus had instructed. I couldn't help but lick my lips when I saw this vampire gazing out the window like some dark haired Adonis. I hardly noticed that the room contained a few leather couches and oversized chairs with a few bookcases lining the north and south walls. 

Instead, I noticed this man. He stood there in front of the window looking devilishly handsome. He appeared several inches taller than most men I knew with an athletic physique and tight butt. 

"You're welcome to any books you like," he said as he turned around to face me. 

When he turned around, I wanted to smack him in the face. I had never seen such a gorgeous human, much less vampire. Neither existed until this man. He was regal, eloquent, yet savage and sensual. His lean, muscular form moved sadistically under his clothing, calling me, seeking to claim me. How could I resist? His long wavy dark hair only beckoned me to touch him, and his dark brown eyes sent me to the other regions of ecstasy. It was mind numbing. A real ancient vampire, I thought. I wanted to take him right then and there. My teacher. My master. I couldn't think straight when I looked into his eyes. My inner passion dripped, surged with want, summoned him with lust, and cursed me madly for not inviting him in. I knew in that moment, I'd be claiming my vampire master come Hell or high water. I wanted this man at all cost. 

"My apologies, sir. I shouldn't have said that. May I call you Sir?" I tried to dismiss my insane thoughts. 

From across the room, he politely smiled at me and I caught a glimpse of his fangs. It sent shivers down my spine. Take me please, I thought. 

"You will call me Master until I tell you otherwise," he commanded. 

Lovely, I sarcastically thought. I nodded, already ashamed of my arrogance, my raging horniness. This vampire meant business. 

His movements blurred before me until I caught sight of where he was moving. His wavy brown hair whirled around his face as his long, lean form arrived within inches from mine on the couch. I froze and simply watched to see what he'd do next. His hair remained disheveled amid his face, falling in his eyes. It drove me nuts. I wanted to lean over and tuck each strand behind his ears so I could discover the color of his eyes. Please be brown, I thought. Claim me here right now on this couch, my vampire master, I demanded secretively. 

Finally, he sighed loudly and took his hand to brush it away. In one swift gesture, the same one of grace and virility he had used to sit near me, he smoothed back his curls. "You're a child of Marcus, aren't you?" 

"I'm not a child. I'm 29 years old. Thank you very much." 

"And you have an attitude." He paused for a moment, studying my face. Then he looked away. "Perhaps it would be best if we covered a few ground rules now so you can decide if you want to stay or not. Would you be better on your own?" He leaned back into the couch and crossed his leg. He glared at me as he drilled his nails a time or two on the maroon leather, letting the silence between us grow. 

The steady tapping of his fingers hitting the couch made my skin crawl. This is a test. I did my best to avoid his gaze. He was so handsome he took my breath away and I knew then that I wanted to stay for training. It didn't matter what the training was, I wanted to stay. I prayed he'd be my teacher. Had I already messed this up? 

"Have you seen the Zazmaskian Chapel?" he asked. 

Afraid to speak, I shook my head. 

He pointed upwards. "Those angels up there, painted on the ceiling. They always remind me of the archangels who defended Heaven before Lucifer's Fall. Had you seen it, you could tell me your impression." 

I felt like a fool. I had heard stories of new vampires having to control their sensual appetites in order to control their bloodlust and I had assumed we'd be making love on this couch the minute I walked in the door. That had been a ridiculous assumption, I immediately realized. 

I took the time to glance up at the ceiling. The artwork was stunning. It covered the entire ceiling. The angels seemed so lifelike that I wondered if they would fly down and join us in the room. 

"I'm sorry, Master. I feel like an idiot. Clearly, I got off on the wrong foot with you. I was under a few misconceptions about what goes on here. I shouldn't have snapped at you. Please forgive me." 

He chuckled. Without replying, he leaned in and brushed his hand across my chest. A sizzle of electricity sliced into my heart as he twirled his finger around my nipple. His long bangs he had combed back fell again in his face and he smiled at me, letting his fangs surface. Brown eyes. The passion that surfaced in his eyes almost stopped my breathing. Oh my goodness, brown eyes. My fate was sealed. 

A wave of anger seized me and I wanted to crush his neck, despite the dark passion radiating behind his gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes. I was still as volatile now as I was the day Marcus made me. Three years as a vampire didn't change my bloodlust or my sensuality. It has only gotten worse. 

"It's going to be a lot like this," he whispered, tracing his fingers to the tip of my chin. 

I raised my head upwards as if I had been commanded to do so. 

"If you can control the admiration you have for me, and I know you can, then you will graduate. If you fail, you'll be destroyed. Choose your fate, my lovely one." 

I swallowed hard and then let out a long sigh directly in his face. "I'm sorry." I stood up to leave. There was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off my vampire master. He inflamed my every desire and I had just met him. "I'll just have to face the sun then," I blurted out, not realizing I had done so. 

He threw back his head and let out a great peel of laughter. "Indeed you are a child of Marcus. Don't worry. I haven't lost one of his yet. We'll talk tomorrow night. Shall I show you to your room?" 

Test Number 2. 

I seriously considered taking my master up on his offer and figuring out a way to assault him in my bedroom the first opportunity I could. Instead, I cordially declined. "I can find it myself or ask someone. Thank you," I said. 

A delightfully devilish grin crossed his face as he tucked a curl of hair behind his ear and winked at me. "I'll see you tomorrow then." 

In that instant, I decided I'd pleasure myself in my new bedroom, letting images of this beautiful man's body float before me. It would be the only thing that would save me until we met again.

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