Loving a Vampire(21)

Augustus looked at the broken glass seconds before turning to gaze at him. “That was a little bit childish.”

“I don’t care what you think. You know I’m starting to think I’m just a little experiment for you. You keep me fed and healed to keep me around to see how I’d react. I was probably the first human you didn’t have to kill. You told me you were a vampire, and yes, I freaked out, but you saw I wasn’t really scared. I reacted how I’m trained to react. Deep down inside, there was no real fear, was there?” Gregory asked. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at the only friend he’d ever had in the world.

“No, you weren’t afraid. You should have been, but you weren’t. You’re wrong though.” Augustus started picking up the pieces of the smashed glass.

Gregory fisted his hands at his sides in order to stop himself from helping Augustus. He needed answers.

“What was I wrong about?”

“I didn’t stop killing you as some kind of challenge or as a pet project. I didn’t kill you simply because I didn’t want to kill you. There was no animosity or hidden agenda. I didn’t want to kill you, Gregory.”

“No, you’re a vampire. You can’t control yourself.”

Augustus was in his face within seconds. “Actually, I can’t control myself near Marianna. Her blood is pure, and I love fucking women. I’ve fucked men in my time, but I’ve never gotten off on it. Men do not do it for me.” Augustus grabbed Gregory’s hand and placed it over his flaccid cock. “I’m not hard for you, Gregory. When I see you, I see my friend. Not my lover or my slave. I see my friend. You’re the first friend I’ve allowed myself to have in over three hundred years. Do you really think I’d do anything to ruin that?”

The depth of truth was written all over Augustus’s face.

“Why won’t you change me?” Gregory asked.

The other man threw his hands in the air in frustration. “I’ve answered this a thousand times. I won’t give you that fucking curse, Gregory. Do you really think you’ll be able to control yourself? I almost lost control with Marianna in there. Her virgin blood was on her thighs, and all I wanted to do was bask in it. I’m over three hundred years old, and do you really think I knew how to control myself when I was first born to the vampire world?” Augustus didn’t give him time to answer. “Do you remember when you were a young man and your cock got hard? When you saw an attractive woman and all you wanted to do was stick your cock in her pussy.”

Gregory felt the heat fill his cheeks.

“I see you remember. You couldn’t control your hard-on. Imagine what that’s like, only make it worse. You’re thirsting for blood. Any blood you can get your hands on. Fuck, even a child or baby’s blood is better than going thirsty.”

“Stop,” Gregory said, covering his ears.

“No.” Augustus pulled his hands away. “You will listen to me, my friend. I don’t turn you because I know it will kill a part of your soul to give yourself over to the need for blood. The only reason I don’t turn you is because I’m protecting you from that part of being a vampire. I know what it’s like. I’ve lived it. I don’t want that for you, and if I didn’t care I would have turned you the day I met you.”

Augustus let him go. Gregory watched as his friend stormed out of the bathroom. There was nothing more for him to say. Everything Augustus said was the truth. How could he take innocent lives in his thirst for blood?

Collapsing to the floor Gregory poured his heart and soul out into his hands. The tears wouldn’t stop no matter how much he fought it.





Chapter Eight



Marianna rolled over and opened her eyes. The sun was blinding, and she quickly closed them again and moaned. The previous night’s events came back to her, and she sat up in bed. Gregory or Augustus was there. She didn’t expect Augustus because it was morning. He needed to be away from sunshine.

Where was Gregory?

Pushing the duvet off her body she climbed out of the bed. Her body was sore from last night, but she made it to the wardrobe where she found one of Augustus’s shirts.

Putting the shirt on, she made her way down the wide staircase.

“Hello,” she said, calling out. No one answered. Moving to the kitchen she saw a letter pinned to the door.

“I’m down here, Marianna. Be careful when you open the door.” Augustus’s voice travelled through the door. Turning the letter over she saw it was a blank page.

She opened the door and closed the door behind her. Slowly, she made her way down the staircase to the basement. Augustus must have had the room decorated because the room didn’t look like any kind of basements she’d seen.