Okay, so I wrote this about two years ago, when I was in that 'I love vampires' stage. It's part of a trilogy. I have this one and the second one written but don't know when I'm going to write the final one. I have a plot for it but no actual text written out. I will upload the first two and see what happens from there.
Also, I do still enjoy a good vampire romance, just as long as it's unique and not majorly cliché.
Enjoy and vomment. Thanks, Josie, x.
"I love you, my sweet." I said, leaning towards Lola and kissing her soft, tender, delicate, blood filled neck.
"I love you, too, Sean." Lola replied, tip toeing and kissing me on the lips. I kissed her back, loving every second. She smiled at me and lent against my chest.
"Come on, let's go into the basement, it's a bit more...private." I said, putting my arm around her shoulders, feeling her pulse surge through my arm. We walked through the lounge and down the steep stairs. As we sat on the soft sofa, Lola put her arms around my neck and started to kiss me. I put one of my hands on her neck and the other at the back of her head, supporting it.
While we were kissing at one point, it was so intense and wonderful. Our tongues were dancing and it was just so amazing. I couldn't stop myself. I had no control. I just went with the flow. Next, I heard Lola gasp and she pulled away. She looked at me funnily. I could taste the warm blood (thirty seven point five degrees Celsius, to be precise), on my tongue. Just a few drops, but they were there and were lovely. I clamped my mouth shut and put my hand over my mouth. Lola just continued to look at me. "Sorry." I muttered to her. I moved away from Lola, feeling the need to draw blood from her neck. Hoping that by retreating away for the target, I was retreating away from the temptation.
Lola's expression changed from shocked to hurt. I looked at her and felt terrible. Lola moved along the sofa, closer to me. I kept on moving back until I hit the arm of the sofa. Crap. What do I do now? Make up an excuse? Stand up and pretend to stretch? Arggghhhh, help me, I thought to myself, hearing the babum babum babum of Lola's blood being pumped throughout her body. Lola looked me directly in the eyes and said "Sean, what is it? Did I do something wrong? You can tell me, ya' know." I felt awful, seeing her look so hurt and upset.
"You haven't done anything." I replied.
"Then what is it?" She asked.
I looked at her and bit down on my lip. I couldn't tell her, of course I couldn't. "It's nothing, I mean it's not you, it's-"
"'It's not you, it's me?' Please tell me you're not trying to use the worlds most cruddy break up line possible. Please." She said, cutting me off.
"No, I'm not breaking up with you, but it was seriously me. I promise you that you never did a thing."
"Then...what is it? Please...please just tell me." Lola's eyes were starting to water.
I took a deep breath and took Lola's hands in mine. "I...I" I started, but couldn't finish.
"You, you, what?" Lola asked.
"I...I'm a...a vampire." I said, feeling me fangs extend.
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Lola loves Sean. Sean loves Lola. Lola's a human. Sean's a vampire. (Can you see a problem?) Lola loves Sean for his wonderful personality and kind heart. Sean loves Lola for her bubbliness and for who she is. Lola doesn't love Sean for his wonde...