any longer. While his semen shot inside her body, Alexander’s orgasm filled his senses until he could only see black before him as his teeth instinctually broke into her flawless skin. The first sweet, perfect drops filled his mouth and took over his control completely. His teeth sunk into her flesh of their own accord, her jugular ripped open and a surge of blood immediately filled his mouth. He was only half aware of her fingernails ripping the half-healed wound on his back open. The wound that she had made herself with the knife when she escaped. Blood flowed out of the two lovers simultaneously, uncontrollably. Alexander was still swallowing her sweet blood, savouring the taste, as his own flowing blood reached his neck and dripped between her lips as she pressed them against his neck, and she, too, swallowed her lover’s blood.
Alexander felt the taste of her blood change instantly. He could taste himself in her, could taste not only her innocence, but also his black soul. It was too late.
He drank, revelled in his orgasm, his lids closed to escape the truth.
Elizabeth orgasmed again as his sharp sucking filled her whole being. It lifted her up to another level of arousal and she catapulted into a weightless nothing.
Alexander could taste him and her together, and he knew that everything had gone wrong. He should have killed her the moment he heard her say she wanted to save him. He should have ignored his desire, ignored her. Now it was too late.
Completely and absolutely too late.
He kept drinking, even though his arousal was abating and fatigue flooded his limbs. Her body released itself from his, her head lowered back down into the mattress. He swallowed as his cock slid out of her, the mixture of their juices flowed out and dampened their skin. His mouth was still filled with her blood, even as her hands slid from his body and back down onto the mattress like lifeless birds. He saw the life draining from her body as the last swallow ran down his throat.
Alexander lifted his body from hers and brushed the hair from her face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and pulled her closely into his embrace. The transformation would happen quickly. The little blood that was still in her body would reach her heart quickly and permanently freeze it. It would happen very quickly after that.
Even though Elizabeth’s chest had ceased to rise and fall, her body suddenly contracted.
He pressed her body into the mattress with his and considered killing her. He thought perhaps it would be best. He could take the money for the job and disappear. He could leave this whole business behind him, but then he smiled sadly. In her eyes he saw the pain of the world, the corners of her mouth twitched as she valiantly tried to console him. It was the most heart breaking thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t kill her. But if he didn’t, the royal family would simply find someone else to do it anyway. And then they would make him pay.
He could already feel their torture as he stroked Elizabeth’s beautiful face. He took a deep breath and made his decision. She was worth it.
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Part 4
Elizabeth
Her body shook feverishly while pain flooded through her whole being. The pain was colder than ice in spite of the fever and heat. The burning in all of her muscles was unbearable. The icy pain continued to intensify. It slowly penetrated from the soles of her feet into her skin. Much worse than the cold of the snow underneath her frozen toes hours, days, weeks ago. How long had it been? It felt like this pain had been inside her body for centuries. Everything was contracting and cramping inside her. It hurt. It hurt so much.
The bite mark on her neck was not numb, it prickled like molten iron that was being slowly pressed into a wrong shape under enormous pressure and then hardening. It was hardening because it was so cold. Slowly the agony crept up her legs and burned into her thighs. If she had been able to move and