Immortal Desire

The earthy scent of a furnished wooden chair mixed with the stingy smell of blood pervaded the entire place. The windows were closed, no holes to peep in from outside to see what was happening. Under the dim light coming from the torches placed on the corners of the room, a silhouette of a lady, tying someone else on the chair, could be seen. “Done!” Latina heaved a sigh after the ‘cleaning’ she made. She blew the fires in the room and secured the door. The youthful lady whistled as she felt the concrete wall in the corridor with her fingers while banging her head from left to right. She raised her arms to a circle in front of her chest and spun around when she came into the living room. Looking around, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth. “I broke nothing, did I?” she asked

Latina’s soft breathing could be heard like a melody played in the middle of the night. It was gentle in Sebastian’s ears. Nobody would have thought the lady with a frail body could kill someone with her bare hands.‘Her memories might be altered but the pain of being betrayed once must have a deep impression in her heart, lending her strength to protect herself from any harm. Even when she hasn’t awakened her true power,’ the vampire lord thought to himself. “Come out,”he ordered. Two men came out from the shadows, bent their heads in reverence for their master.“My lord, your humble servants pay their regard,” they greeted.Sebastian turned around and led to the exit. He took a glance at the beauty sleeping on his bed before ushering out of the chamber, accompanied by his servants.The stench of blood grew stronger as Sebastian approached the room at the end of the corridor. He raised an eyebrow when

Latina fixed the bed, opened the window to let the sunshine in, and inhaled the fresh air. The aromatic scent of the green leaves and wildflowers mixed in the open was pleasant, giving the lady more energy to start her day. Wearing a bright smile, she left the room to follow her lover.  The smell of melting butter on baked bread pervaded the entire kitchen. Latina licked the side of her brims. The thought of having a savory breakfast after a delightful morning encounter with her Sebastian made her hungry.  “We ran out of cheese. No eggs left,” Sebastian said, wiping butter on Latina’s face, grinning, as he leaned down and rubbed it.  “You’re mistaken, wipe it on bread.” Latina made a face, “Do I look like one?”

“What do you think?” Latina asked, spinning around to show Sebastian’s clothes that she was wearing.‘Sexy,’ Sebastian thought. He gasped and extended his hand. “People need not see you in a beautiful dress, so they could swoon over you. Let’s go,” he said. Latina shrugged and grabbed Sebastian’s arm. “It’s more convenient to wear this than the dresses though,” she stated, linking their arms together. “Why don’t you buy more of this for me?” “Can’t. You’re a lady and still have to wear pretty dresses when you’re with me.” Sebastian helped her got on the carriage. He made sure that she was comfortable on her seat before sitting next to her. “Buscia city,” Sebastian told the

“Pft!” Latina covered a hand on her mouth when she heard what the boy asked. She was sure that Sebastian wouldn’t be happy once he learned about it. “Does Sebastian look funny? You're trying not to laugh when I mentioned his name,” the lad said, painting his face with curiousness. “Wahahahaha!” Latina burst into laughter. “H-he's not, it's just... hahaha, he's not my father.” The young fellow nodded his head. "He's your lover then?" he asked, looking up to meet Latina's brown eyes. Latina, fascinated at the young boy's eye glow, wasn't able to utter a word for a sec as a response. "I could see the clear sky in your peeper," she whispered. "