Dimitri
"Well, Mr. Postman where is the letter you came to deliver?" she asked pulling me from the task of admiring her spacious house. We had just passed a corridor that had been lined with countless paintings of many men and a few women. In fact, I had only seen three female portraits amongst the dozens and dozens of men. Each picture was distinctly divergent from the next. But even a blind man could not deny the one stark similarity all the portraits on the aisle shared. They carried an air about them. I cannot exactly tell you how I could tell this from mere paintings, but I guess it had something to do to do with how they held their noses up in the air as if the oxygen a millimeter above was more divine. Not to mention their raised chins and the subtle flaring of their nostrils as if they were constantly annoyed by the barbaric nature of the rest of society.
One thing was clear from my taking in of this surrounding, my mate was rich. She comes from a family of power. She also was not human thank heavens! I could not deal with a human mate. Humans were too weak for our world. One little nick and they were dead. I could not afford a weak mate. Besides, I was not about to start trying to woo her. See, if she were human, I would have to work to get her to fall in love with me first. Humans do not feel the mate bond at all. To them you are just another human being trying to date them. However, once successfully wooed, the human falls in love which always does happen eventually, then they finally feel the pull on their mate as in a normal mate bond between two vampires. Only once the blood oath is taken does the human mate feel the sparks, tingles, and emotions of their mate.
Now, I am to be king soon and I needed a queen, and I needed her fast. My mate did not smell like a human being and she recognized me as her mate, so clearly, she was not human.
I then pulled out the last letter in my bag and handed it to her. This was the main reason why I was here. Even though it was the least of my concerns now that I realized that we are mates. For a split second the tips of our fingertips grazed one another as I passed the letter onto her. The feeling that little movement gave me was electrifying. Every cell on my fingertips had felt that connection. Those cells were never more alive than in that pleasant moment. I wanted to touch her some more, but I also didn't want to seem like a weirdo so, I held back.
"Ohkay...urhmmm...?" she said sounding rather annoyed. It was just great that my brain was finally taking a much needed break when I needed functioning the most. I needed to at least act proper for my mate. I already had a feeling she didn’t like my appearance. Wait, did she don’t like me because I am poor? No, that cannot be. We are mates and mates fall in love at first sight. The mate bond would be too strong for her to deny it. “Mr …” She spoke again. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was waiting for me to respond by telling her my name. Now this was a tough choice. Do I tell her my real name or not?
"James Rodrick and you must be Mrs. Rivers?" I finally replied. My gaze was fixed on her as I tried to give her the best impression of me. Also, I really could not stop staring at her. She shivered when I spoke which was odd considering the fact that vampires don't get cold. We are always cold already. After calming down fully from whatever that was, she then responded, "Well yes, James, I am Lady Destiny Rivers." When she said my name, I finally understood why she shivered. I thought touching her was electrifying but I was wrong. Because every cell in my body awakened at the sound of my name coming from her mouth. I felt as if all of me wanted to be only near her. To only touch her and hear her voice say my name over and over again for all of my immortal life.
I wanted her to say my name again, but I refrained. I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of her. I wondered what it would feel like when she said my real name. But I could not let her know of my true identity just yet. My sweet mate was in for a surprise. I couldn’t wait to see the look of realization when she found out who I really was.
This was good actually. My mate and I could fall in love properly. I always knew that whoever my mate was, they would act like they loved me no matter what due to my tittle. And I hated that fact. I wanted them to love me for me. Now, I had just been given that. But damn the pull was stronger than I was told. I was already in love with the girl in front of me and we just met. I knew that she was also feeling it by the way she is currently fidgeting around me. I even loved how nervous she was around me. Thus, I do not understand how some Vampires, reject each other. It is impossible to ignore this pull.
After realising that I was not planning on responding to her earlier comment, she went on, "Well James, I know we are mates. But I can't be with you... I want to make you a deal instead. I will go on and marry my dear friend Sir John Kennedy, and then we can get together in secret as I will be required to have children and I can only have them with you. He does not have to know that since he is only human. I will pay you and give you a good house to stay in, in return… Think about it... You would never have to work a day in your life again." She finished off with the biggest smile on her face as if she had just come up with something brilliant.
I couldn't believe that my mate had even suggested being with another man in my very presence. You see, unlike werewolves we aren't really forced to love our mates. We can mate with other people and it happens frequently because we live for hundreds of years and often don't meet our mates in our lifetimes. But for her to not even consider me was absurd. I am 99 years old, soon to be 100 and I just met my mate. This in itself is a miracle. But of course life couldn't be just plain and simple.
Vampires could mate with any other species, but we could only produce children with our true mates. This is why original vampires were so rare and most Vampires were often turned. So, she needed me to have kids as much as I needed her to procreate too. This was just not how I had expected my first meeting with my mate to turn out.
"Listen James, I could give you a lot of money and you could fall in love with a human. It's a win-win really. You wouldn't have to work a day in your life again. It's a good deal," she added when she saw that I wasn’t jumping on board with her idea. I guess it was normal for mates to reject each other.
"I have delivered your letter and would like to leave now please.
Dimitri"Well, for someone who just finished their first month of slaving themselves, you sure are happy," Damien said. Even though his voice was void of any emotion, I knew Damien well enough to read the sarcasm undertone of that sentence. Damien always did have an odd sense of humor. Or rather an odd sense of sarcasm in this case. This trait of his resulted in him not making many friends which meant that I was his closest friend too. Anyways, this odd sarcasm was the only kind of fun Damien ever displayed since that fateful day. For his own sake, I hoped that when he falls in love someday, he would reconnect with that joyful side of his again. Lord knows he deserves only the best that this world has to offer. After all, his serious face was starting to make him look much older than he actually is.Damien was not lying though. I should have been happy. I had just finished a month of slaving myself off successfully. I had actually worked a normal job with normal hours
DimitriDespite my emotions telling me to go tell Destiny everything and win her heart, I actually left her behind. Yes, Damien talked some sense into me and I made the logical decision. I am to be king and I can’t be making decisions based on emotions. Honestly, speaking Damien would make for a better king than I. He had all the traits of a king now that I think of it- kind, firm, logical, intelligent, understanding and so on. You name it and his got it. I mean I couldn’t deny the logic that Damien used to argue with me so, I had no choice but to leave Destiny behind.It was currently two weeks since that fateful day that I met my precious mate. And what an encounter that was. But I had to be strong and finish the task at hand. I couldn’t let my emotions overtake my work ethic. I felt dead inside without her close to me. I hate this feeling so much that I wish I hadn’t even met her. Then I would be happy. Ignorance is bliss after all. What was
DimitriI honestly wasn't even a bit surprised. My mate had made it pretty clear that she was just after money. But I at least expected her to wait until after meeting me again. She was looking for me so why couldn't she wait until she found me before proceeding with her plan of marrying this guy? Did I really not mean anything to her? I mean even if she didn’t pick me which hurts, she still needed me to have children. So, why was she rushing to get married despite not having me agree to her horrific terms? Damn it, woman are frustrating! The one second you think you know them, the next you realise you were lying to yourself all along."Now, I know of everyone who lives in this shitty village and your face is one I haven't seen before. Who are you...Mr Postman?" a female's voice spoke out of nowhere breaking my train of thought. I was really annoyed right now and even more so pissed at the opposite sex for the sins of my mate and now some female dared speak
DimitriWhen I finally got home, it was sometime close to midnight. I really did spend a lot of time in the human bar. Because of the time, I would normally sneak into the house such as to not wake up Damien. But being a vampire and all, he would hear me no matter how sleek I was. It was the thought that counts anyways. But today I had no energy to do so, besides in the past Damien has always been up waiting for me to return. So, I decided that I would just walk in the front door. Before opening the door, I mentally readied myself for his overload of questions on my whereabouts. Damien was sort of like my father. He would want to know where I where I was, with who, and why.Surprisingly, though when I got into the house, Damien was nowhere in sight. I could not even smell him. This fact put me on edge so, I quickly did a full sweep of the house as I was under the impression that something was horribly wrong. Damien was never out at such a late hour. Besides, he always
DimitriThey say that the brain functions 24/7. That even when you are sleeping your brain is still busy working. It is said that the brain consolidates memory when we sleep. Thus, to remember things better, one needs to sleep enough to give the brain time to consolidate. Sleeping enough, also has many other health benefits but that applies only to human bodies. For some reason after Damien's words registered in my mind, it seems that my brain decided to finally take a break from all that working. After all, it has been working for almost a hundred years now.I expected there to be so many thoughts running through my mind all at once in this moment. Like I said before, I have a degree in overthinking and all. But somehow just like a computer, my brain had frozen. I could tell that Damien was still speaking, but I could not comprehend the words that he said. My brain could not process the first words that had just come out of his mouth. I was stuck on that very statemen
Dimitri"The Lunar pack is our safest spot to hide Dimitri," Damien argued. I looked at Damien and had to admit that he has looked better. He was pacing up and down the tiny lounge area as if on a mission. His hair was extremely disheveled which is due to the fact that he kept running his hands through his hair in frustration. But then again, I am certain that I looked way worse than Damien. I mean he still had time to shave while I had let my stubble grow. I cannot recall ever putting a brush to my hair and the dye I had was starting to wash out. I also cannot recall taking a shower in the past few days.I just could not believe that my best friend was actually being serious right now. He wanted us to live with werewolves. Now, I have nothing against werewolves. But to live in a pack is totally absurd. Yeah the werewolves are strong, so if we get attacked they could totally help us out, but for all I knew they could be working with this damn Seneca who killed my famil
DimitriHumans were interesting creatures. They all seemed put together in the greater scheme of things. But if one just looked a second longer at them, one would see that they were far from the term put together. Whereas we vampires embraced our beasts and sometimes even indulged in them, humans try to hide theirs. Thus they are at constant war with themselves. No wonder most of them are depressed. One has to be a peace within oneself. To accept and love oneself exactly as one is. How have they not mastered this task still?Damien and I had been living at a Hotel for the past couple of days now. I was basically in every news article. Even in the human world, I was wanted. Luckily, the only photo there was of me when I was 20 years old. I was a kid back then so I look different. Hating publicity did finally pay off. But that still didn’t mean that I was off the hook. Seneca had offered quite a large sum of money to whoever could bring me back alive to her. This w
Becky (Rebecca)I knew that this guy was hiding something, but I just couldn't pin point what it was exactly. Since I am being honest, I think that secret is what drew me to him. Sure he was good looking, but I have seen much better. Besides, I preferred my men a whole lot darker and definitely with a beard. There is something about a beard on a man that just calls to my inner goddess. Let us just say that this guy had none of the qualities I wanted in a man. So, no there was no attraction here at all.Anyways, I had secrets of my own so, maybe that is why I could relate to him. I guess I was drawn to him because he was just like me- hiding. What he was hiding, I could not tell. But I could tell that whatever it was, it was heavy. I probably could pry the truth out of him if I wanted to. But something told me that I should rather have him tell me willingly. Humans always eventually spilled the truth if you just gave them an ear. Afte