The Hunt For Immortal Love

It is with absolute haste that we find ourselves speeding towards Zachariah's pub; yes, I am not allowed to set my foot there, but if my beloved Anastasia is there, then there shall be no way that you will keep me from it. So with every passing mile, the anxiety grows toa suffocating point in my heart. One thing that Edward and Lilith still do not know is that I still possess my soul; if I should break down and cry now, then they shall know it for certain.

So after an agonizing twenty minutes, we stop in front of the Vampire Hunter's pub. Then as we set our foot through the door, I can immediately smell my beloved's presence. But as I step a few steps further, I am blocked by the Vampire Hunter himself.

"I thought I made it clear to you, Sebastian, that you are not welcome here."

"If Anastasia is here, then it is here that I shall be."

"Did she not make it clear to you that she does not want to see you?"

I watch as he tries to cover his words with a mumble, hoping that I did not hear what he just said.

"So she is here; please, I beg of you. I need to see her."

"Don't you have a witch to go play with?"

"And, I think your toy sticks are calling your name."

"At least my stick knows that I am playing with it."

"At least I am playing with a real woman."

Then out of pure frustration to where this conversation is headed, Edward jumps in.

"Please, may we see Anastasia for a moment. If she does not wish to see us, then we shall leave."

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With only but a nod of his head, he shows us in the direction where Anastasia will be seated. And as we force our way through the crowd, the scent of jasmine and vanilla comes even stronger from across the room. But what rips me to pieces is the pain I feel racing through her heart. I have hurt her deeply, and her body is radiating with the pain and heartache.

And as we clear the crowd, I see her right in front of me, and by the look on her face, I can see that she has sensed me too. So I am waiting for her to tell me to get away, but instead, she moves up for me to come to sit next to her. Then she takes a deep breath and swallows hard. She has been crying, and it was only a few moments ago. But then surprisingly, with a smile on her face, she speaks to me.

"I see you can't read either."

"I can read my beloved; I just chose not to listen."

"Well, you can be glad that someone has talked some sense into me, for I would have kicked you out by now."

"Well, guess I must thank our stick man for being a voice of reason."

"Do you honestly think Zachariah will tell me to go back to you?"

"I guess not; who do I have to thank then?"

"She was here; Amelia was here just a second ago."

The fear of seven horrors sets over me. Did she just say what she said?

"Did you just say, Amelia?"

"Yes, she is a rather beautiful woman. I am afraid I do not even compare."

"You do, my love; you are the only beauty in my life. But tell me, what did this woman say."

"She said that I should hold onto you, that you are one of a kind, and that she would hate to see me turn into a scorned lover too. She even went as far as calling you a prize trophy." "My beloved, did you perhaps let this woman touch you?"

"What an odd question, Sebastian, but yes, she held my hands while she was talking to me."

And with these words, I turn to Edward, that has himself stopped breathing. I do not need to be a mind reader to know what he is thinking. But he still asks the question of Anastasia. "Did you make any plans to see this woman again?"

"You guys are asking strange questions, but we were about to when you guys showed up."

"Can I safely say that you will be coming home with us?"

"Yes, Edward, you may, but let me go say goodbye to Zachariah first."

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I watch as my beloved slide out from next to me, and with a newfound spring in her step, she walks off to say goodbye to our dear Vampire Hunter. While we get off from our chairs to head towards the door, I turn to Edward with fear in my eyes, which you rarely find happens to me.

"Edward, we have a big problem. We don't know who she is going to look like and when she is going to strike."

When we are finally in the car, making our way home, I sigh in relief. I did not think it was going to be as easy as this. Guess I can thank Amelia for that. But let us not think of that woman; for now, what is most important is that Anastasia is back in my arms. She is still very much troubled, and I am unable to read her thoughts. She might still be very upset with me, but that smile on her face tells me that she is exactly where she wants to be.

And yes, I have failed to mention that small detail, that I can, in fact, read her mind. Now it only happens with her and nobody else. So I can safely say our bond runs far deeper than just being mates. With this being said, we find our way home, and she asks me the only thing that would satisfy me now.

"Do you want to go rest?"

"Yes, my beloved, I shall be right behind you."

And right behind her, I am, and does she sway those hips. She is swaying them on purpose, and the only purpose is to make me weak. But, she is aroused, I can smell the heat building up, and in only seconds I find myself craving for more than just rest. So I grind on my teeth as I growl under my voice. Then she looks over her shoulder and smiles seductively.

As we step into the room, we come to a stop at the foot of the bed. As I turn to her, those deep blue eyes tell me so many stories, but what they tell the most is that she wants me just as much as I need her.

As she starts to speak, I softly press my finger against her soft velvety lips.

"Ssshhh, Anastasia."

But then I add...

"Unless if you want me to stop."

She answers by loosening the buttons of my shirt slowly one by one; I watch as her hands are slightly trembling. I take her hand to stop it from shaking and let my lips seek hers instead; it is all she needs to take that edge off her nervousness. In no time, she has me bare in front of her; she runs her fingers over the lines of my muscled chest. It sends ripples of pleasure to every corner of my body. Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders.

I scrunch her top together; it finds its way over her head and into a pile next to my shirt. With very skillful fingers, I undo her bra and toss it to the side. I take that skimpy little skirt and wiggle it over her that right bum that she was swaying so freely.

Then I push her body back onto the bed and watch how she sinks into the soft satin sheets. But wait, she is still wearing those red stilettos. I take her legs and run my fingers down her inner thigh very slowly; I drag them over her calves painfully long, and finally, Islip them off. Then I crawl up her body like a hungry animal.

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I slowly lower my body on top of hers, and it only takes one word.

"Please, Sebastian."

I settle my body between her thighs. She gently moves her long blond hair to the side to expose the one thing that I crave from her the most. With just one flick of my head, I slowly expose my fangs. I let them pierce her soft skin, allowing the blood trickle down and awaken my senses. In one sweep of my tongue, I catch every glorious drop. Then I slide the razor-sharp tips deep into her skin as far as they can sink in. I grip hold and begin to take every drop I have so desperately waited for.

The more I take, the more I realize that she has never tasted this good. Every sip I take wakes up a dormant animal inside of me. I slide that tight ass over the sheets closer to the edge of the bed. She gasps as I grab both her knees and press her thighs open, baring her completely to me.

I wrap my arms around her back. She squeals as I swing her onto my lap. In one brutal thrust, I sit her down on my length, filling her so suddenly she cries out in shock. My hands roam over her back and bottom, on her breasts, rubbing against her nipples. She is everywhere as I pull her back up then slam her down again. She is flying and spinning as I do it over and over. Waves of pleasure roll over me. My fingers dig into her shoulders, holding her down, filling her completely. I lower my mouth to her neck; my teeth scrape lightly against her skin....she moans...I kiss my way down her back. Her hands grab onto my head as she throws her body back into me. As I move to pull her closer, she takes my wrist and snaps her fangs deep into the thin skin. And, god, that feels even better than the sex. She sucks hard, and with so much pressure, she nearly topples me over the edge of ecstasy. And every time I moan, she does it harder than before. We are like two animals out of control.

Suddenly, I stand up straight; I grab her under her knees and raise her hips for deeper access. My thrusts are ruthless now as I slam into her over and over. Our bodies slap together. My cries grow louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounts. I am on fire and ache for release.

I stop. She whimpers. I flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. My light fingers trace a path down her spine, and she shivers. Then I plunge into her; I steady her as I grip her by the hips.

I remain still for a moment, filling her with my length until she wiggles against me, urging me to do it again. I wrap her long hair around my fist and gently tug her head back. She follows my lead, rising to her knees to meet my mouth in a firm kiss. I run my tongue down her neck and seek the spot where I have marked her. I slam hard into her flesh and let the ecstasy fill my fangs again.

Finally, I release her, and she places her hands back on the bed. I slam into her so hard she falls forward onto her elbows. I go to do it again, this time grunting with the force of it. It has never felt so good, so erotic, so raw.

Pressure builds within me; muscles are turning to jelly; pleasure is singing through my veins. I cannot take it anymore. I am going to shatter into a million pieces. I am so overwhelmed; my heart and soul are about to be ripped wide open. I cannot handle it anymore.

"My beloved, I can not hold it any longer."

"Let go, my love."

She throws her head back as she trembles in orgasm. Her heart stops, and her body burns, releasing that ecstasy that her body was yearning.

And I am right behind her. I feel my erection grow larger and harder. I feel as if I am about to burst wide open. All it takes is one fierce drive, and I am over the edge. With one hoarse groan, I find my release.

As I fall next to her on the bed, I cannot help but be taken aback at the raw, animalistic moment that we just shared. But I am soon snapped back as I find her staring at me.

Then she slowly gets up and makes her way so elegantly into the bathroom.

But then another thought crosses my mind.

"I hope that it is Anastasia that I just made love to."