I'm a Vampire...(No Title Yet) - Completed

I'm a Vampire. He's a Vampire Hunter. So Why Do I Feel This Way About Him? (18)

That was genius. I wouldn't have thought about bringing Anna into this. And I was supposed to be the old vampire, the strongest and the smartest. Besides Amarande.

Thinking of him brought something to my attention. He would be coming anytime.

But first I needed to tell John how much it meant to me that he was even helping. I had, after all, killed him those hundreds of years ago. Or should I show him?

The sun was starting to set, making the house become slightly bluer than usual. The sun to the west made the walls on the east of the house have orange tints on them, while behind us was blue. John was still looking at me, waiting to see if I liked the idea.

At this point, I didn't care what the idea was. Just as long as we had something.

His blue eyes were lighter than the walls that were a dark blue. The orange tint made it look like we were at a bonfire, making his features seem sharper and more pronounced than they already were. I must have been staring, because the next I knew, my lips were burning with his on top of mine.

John put his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. I could now feel his whole leather jacket against me. Without breaking the kiss, I got into his lap. I felt so comforted there, I could have lived my whole life in his lap. His other arm went around my waist, making me go totally against him. I didn't mind. My arms moved to go around his shoulders. I slid my hands underneath his leather jacket that was unbuttoned, feeling his chest that was hard from his strength.

The heat between us intensified. Blood rushed through my ears, making me hear nothing but that. It was like a sizzle that was barely there.

Reality set in then, I remembered that I had only two days. Two days left of this, of being with John. There was always the possibility that I wouldn't live.

I kissed him deeper then, letting everything I felt for him come out. I had bottled up my emotions for too long. It was time to let everything free. Hundreds of years of love for him poured out of me.

I heard a low sound in his throat, a moan. The fire between us was growing bigger. Stronger. Our lips battled each other, each wanting to explore more. The blood rushing in my ears was heavy, everything in my body was on fire. Electricity was everywhere. I didn't want to stop the kiss. We were too engrossed with each other.

Which explains why neither of us heard the knock at the door and the footsteps in the house.

A clearing of a throat startled me to the point that I almost jumped off of the couch. I was out of Johns' arms within half a second, looking like a guilty school girl that had been caught in the janitor's closet.

I looked up, my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Amarande stood there with a smirk on his face. He probably had seen most of the kiss, which made the heat on my face become a bit hotter.

"Amarande, meet John. John, Amarande." I said out of breath, lucky that my voice was even working.

They both bowed there heads, acknowledging each other. I looked at John to make sure that he wasn't freaking out. I giggled. His mouth was red, looking like we had been at it for hours. I put a hand to my mouth to stop the giggles. He glanced at me and let out a grin.

Amarande watched the exchange between the two of us with weary eyes. I got up from the couch and walked over to Amarande who was wearing his usual outfit. Black leather on black pants. With black boots.

"You got here fast." I said to him. He raised an eyebrow, probably thinking of some smart comment.

"Air travel is quite reliable these days." he replied. I let out a small laugh.

"I bet it is." I said, moving towards the kitchen. John got up off of the couch while Amarande followed me and took a seat on one of the chairs near the island in the kitchen.

The sun had gone below the horizon, making everything either black or a slight orange hue. I opened the blinds once again, knowing that Amarande probably wanted contact with his guards when he was here.

"So you know who the murder is?" Amarande asked, already making himself look at home in my kitchen. I nodded to his question.

"His brother." I pointed to John, making him narrow his eyes at me. Amarande turned to him and sized him up. He sniffed.

"Shifter." he said, making both I and John look at him in surprise. Even I couldn't detect that until after a couple of weeks.

"How can you tell?" I asked him, making his gaze travel back to me.

"Because he has no scent, but underneath is the blood that could easily make Vampires go crazy with bloodlust." he said straight to me.

I thought about everything.

Could it be possible that long ago I had picked up his bloods scent and it made me go crazy during the battle? My brain became fuzzy, wanting to know.

Maybe, somehow, he had caused his own death.