The Vampire's Heir

Chapter 5

Clayton's POV:

    She put her hand on my shoulder and the electrical stimulation was actually felt through the fabric and I couldn't take it any longer.  I turned around and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.  Even looking at her now feels different than it did before I touched her for the first time that day.  Her dirty blonde hair is screaming for you to touch it, with those curls that you just want to pull and watch them snap back up into their spirals.

    I took a step towards her and she started to back up.  One of the worst things you can do to a vampire is trying to get away.  The chase is the most exciting part of the hunt!  Then to have her, my other half to be walking back away from me was causing my senses to go wild.  I could smell her fear as it made itself more known as she walked backwards.  I could hear her heart beating at a rapid pace that was making my mouth water even more.

    When a human's blood starts to race like hers is now, you can even smell it if you are close enough to them.  It almost radiates off of their body.

    Her back hit the wall and I could feel that she was scared of me.  That what I was doing to her right now was making her think she made a huge mistake.  Reading minds isn't something vampires do like you see in movies or read in stories.  Our senses are strong enough on their own to tell you what is going through our prey's mind.

    I put my arm up on the wall above her head and leaned into her.  She smelt so intoxicating.  I've never smelled this before.  Even though I wanted to drink the life out of her right now, I also wanted to make passionate love to her.  I wanted to mark her so all vampires knew she was mine.  I wanted to hide her away from Azariah and mate with her during the solar eclipse so she would have my baby instead of his.

    "You are exquisite,"  I told her and took my fingers and grabbed a few of those spirals that were hanging and pulled them down so I could watch them spring back up.

    I could see it in her eyes, she wanted me too.  Just like that mutt said, humans feel something as well, just not to the extent that we do.  I could smell her fear disappearing and lust was taking over.  I could so easily take her as mine right now.  Her body is screaming for me to rip those clothes off of her and f**k her hard.  Just the thoughts of thrusting into her were making my c**k hard.

    I quickly came down and took her lips into mine.  I knew she had yet to be kissed, since all this time I have made sure it never happened, and I wanted to be her first.  I'm feeling more possessive of her and I'm having a hard time dealing with the idea of another man touching her.  The sparks that went through my lips and the way that she tasted were making it really hard to control myself.

    I struggled with not biting down on her lip, just so I could have a taste of her blood.  I know that I can't and I have to keep my fangs away.  They are so sharp that they will go through her skin like butter.  Instead, I just sucked on her lips as she did mine.

    I pulled on her bottom lip one last time and started to place kisses down her jawline.  She has no idea what it is she is doing to me.  Let alone what the action of turning her head away to give me more room does to a vampire.  Exposing your neck like that is like opening that one candy jar and telling a toddler to help themselves. 

    The moan she did when I continued the kisses caused the muscles in my groin to tighten.  s**t, I couldn't help but growl in my throat at her action.  I'm about ready to push her up higher on this wall and slam into her!  I've never felt this need to be inside of a woman this strong before.  It's like my vampire within is begging for me to mark her and claim her.

    Her pheromones were in high gear.  I have to do something before it's too late.  Before I sign my death wish and strip her of her innocence.

    I felt my fangs extend in my mouth as I traveled down her neck.  I grabbed her hair as my eyes changed over to red and I bit down onto her neck.  The blood was pumping so fast from her rapid heartbeat that it was more than what I could drink without losing some down the side of her neck.

    The flavor of her blood was like nothing else I have ever tasted!  The sweetness of her purity along with her special blood was like a drug.  I had to have more, I needed more.  I just kept drinking and couldn't stop.

    Even though I could feel her tense up when I bit down and could feel the pain she was in, I didn't care, I wanted more.  She grabbed my hair and pulled hard, trying to remove me from her neck but compare to the strength of a vampire, she wouldn't win.  Even when she lost all strength and fell into my arms, I still couldn't stop myself.

    It wasn't till the sound of her heart almost stopping before I finally snapped out of what I was doing and pulled away from her.

    "Shit."  I almost yelled when I saw that she was completely unconscious.

    She was barely breathing.  I quickly licked the bite wounds so they would heal and stop bleeding.  I picked her up bridal style and carried her over to the counter and laid her down on top of it.  I grabbed a wet towel and cleaned up what I could of the blood on her neck.  It had run down and stained her shirt. 

    This wasn't really how I wanted to do this but it's done now.  She will be out for several hours now so now is the time to get her to Azariah.  I can't really have her look like she was beaten so after I had her cleaned up I went ahead and healed her cut on her cheek and her busted lip.  He would think I didn't do my job in protecting her if he knew she got beaten and then I will be the one getting punished.

    I picked her up from the counter and carried her out of her apartment.  I moved fast enough that no one would have been able to see that I had her.  Cameras would just show a blur.  I placed her in the backseat of my car and I headed to Washington.

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Cameron's POV:

    I slowly opened my eyes.  My vision was still a little blurred and I had an awful headache.  I put my hand to my head and lightly rubbed.  My arm felt like jello but then again, so did the rest of my body.  I was so weak for some reason.  Am I coming down with the flu?

    I took my hands away and looked around.  This isn't my room!  I slowly sat up on the bed and looked around more.  I was in a bedroom, but it wasn't my bedroom.  There was a dark earthy brown color on the walls.  All the trimmings were white and all the furniture was black.  I looked up and there was a ceiling cove above me with a chandelier.

    The bed was a four-poster bed with white bedding and black matching pillows.  The windows all had perfect fitting blinds that were closed.  There were curtains pulled to the side of each window.  There was one door across the room in front of me and there were two sets of french doors.  One set was on the same wall as the windows which suggested those led outside.  Then there was another set to the other side of me.

    I slowly pulled the blanket off of me and slowly got out of bed.  I was still feeling a little dizzy but it wasn't too bad.  I walked over to the doors that looked like they led outside and opened them.  The warm August air filled the room and I stepped out.  The house was sitting on a beach and there was an ocean for my view.

    Even though it was fairly warm out, there was no sun.  The sky was cloud-covered and it gave you the feeling of it wanting to rain.  I looked around and saw that I was on the third floor of the building and it still had another above me.  The place looked huge.  How did I get here?

    I walked back into the room and shut the doors to keep the heat out since it felt like there was air conditioning on in the house.  I walked to the other side of the room and opened those french doors and they led into another large sitting room.  I felt like I was in an extravagant hotel room.  This room was also decorated with black furniture yet also with white and earthy tones.

    I walked across the room when I saw there was another door and tried to open it.  No use, it was locked.  I looked around but didn't see any other doors in this room.  I went back into the bedroom area and over to the other door that was in there.  I opened it and it led me to a huge closet.  A closet full of nothing.  Of course, it would be empty, it's not like I brought myself here.  It's not like I packed my clothes for a vacation.

    I walked over to another door and opened it.  I was left in awe at the sight of a luxurious bathroom. There was a garden tub and a walk-in shower and double sinks.  Everything was done in black stone with white accents and screamed money and wealth.

    I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.  I saw a large bloodstain on the front of my shirt.  I leaned forward over the counter and tilted my head to look at my neck.  The last thing I recall was Clayton kissing my neck but it wasn't pleasant, it was a sharp pain.  I put my fingers to my neck and felt around but I didn't feel anything and I didn't see anything.

    What happened then?  What did I feel?  How did I get here?  I thought to myself.  I gasped when I remembered the mugging and looked at my face.  I put my hand to my cheek when I saw that the cut was gone.  Not even a bruise like I thought I saw was starting to form.  My lip wasn't swollen either and not busted.  Was all of this a dream?  Was the mugging a dream and Clayton in my room a dream?

    If all of this is a dream then why am I here?  Is here a dream?  If nothing is a dream then did Clayton kidnap me?

    I heard the door unlock and I walked out of the bathroom towards the sound.  I walked into the sitting room and stopped in my tracks at the figure who just walked into the room and locked the door again behind himself.

    "You,"  I said in a low angered tone.

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Clayton's POV:

    "Where is she?"  Azariah shouted through the halls.

    He was walking quickly towards the room that I put Cameron in.  I was right behind him trying to control myself so I wouldn't attack him for trying to be near my mate.

    "She's asleep, you need to let her rest,"  I said to him as we walked down the hall.

    "Well if your dumb ass would have controlled yourself and wouldn't have almost drained her of her life, she wouldn't be here needing rest."  He snapped at me.

    "It was either drink her till she fell unconscious or you would have had to wait longer before she was brought here willingly.  You're the one who told me to get her here by Monday.  Well,  it's Saturday and I have her here early."  I told him and he stopped and turned to look at me.

    "I don't ask for excuses Clayton and you know that.  There are other ways you could have brought her without her being taken that close to death.  You know how important this is for my family line!  Don't be that stupid again!"  He shouted at me and started towards the stairs that led to the floor she was on.

    I continued to follow him.  I was trying to come up with something that I could do to delay him seeing her.  I would love for him to never lay eyes on her but I know that isn't going to be possible. 

    "Why isn't she in my bed?  Why did you put her this far away from my suite?"  He asked as he rounded the corner and down the hall closer to her room.

    s**t, I can't let him know why I purposely put her as far away from him as possible.  I put her in the farthest wing from him as I could.

    "I didn't want to scare her by putting her in a room already occupied with all of your things,"  I told him and he seemed to accept my answer and was glad he didn't ask me why I didn't put her in another room near his wing of the house.

    The moment we got to her door I sped in front of him and stopped him.  Her being mine like she is, I can already sense her confusion and beginning fear.  Something he won't be able to sense since he isn't her match.  He would have to use his other senses to figure out how she is feeling or what she might be thinking.

    "What are you doing?"  He snapped at me in anger.

    'Sir, I think it may be best if the first person she sees in an unfamiliar house is a familiar face.  Let me talk to her first."  I told him and he just crossed his arms over his chest.

    He wasn't buying it and I knew I still needed to convince him.

    "If we don't do this right, she won't let you mate with her on that Friday in three months,"  I told him, and the dominant aura that he was releasing started to soften.

    It's something the royals can do that other vampire cannot.  It's their way of making other vampires listen to them.  They can change the way the atmosphere feels and depending on what they want to happen will depend on what you feel.  As we walked through the hallways, he was producing the aura that said he was dominant and in charge.  It's hard to disobey him because of it and it's his way of getting what he wants.

    This isn't something that can be done to any other supernatural and it really doesn't work on humans.  Humans will sense something but it will just depend on their personality.  If she is more of a submissive type of human, she will feel his dominance and she will surrender.  If she's more on the dominant side, she could lash out if he walks in there like that.

    Some humans will start off like a submissive because they don't understand or are scared but then turn more dominant as they get more comfortable.  I get the impression that she is one that will start off as a sub and then change.  I feel that if he goes in there like this, even if she appears frightened and scared, she will lash out at some point and will ruin his chances.

    Isn't that what I want though?  For her to reject him?  With everything that I am, I want that but I also can't let him know or he will kill me, permanently.  If I'm not here to watch over her, who knows what could happen to her.

    "Fine.  I have s**t to do anyway.  Come get me when I can see her."  He said and turned on his heels and headed back down the hallway.

    I turned and took a deep useless breath.  I took out the key to unlock the door and slowly opened it. Okay, yeah I'm a little scared of her right now too.  No, she can't hurt me but this bond that was created when I touched her makes me not want her to hate me and reject me.

    I slowly walked in and didn't see her at first so I turned to close the door and lock it again.

    "You,"

    Was all it took to make me stop in my tracks and look at her.  She was furious.