Alastair

We sit in the audience of the opera. She's perched on my lap. She's riveted, taken with the story, spellbound. I am watching her. How cute can one person be?

I kiss her shoulder.

Paula comes out of no where. In one instant as the Opera draws to a close, it's climax loud and beautiful. The next Eleanor is smiling, her fangs revealing themselves gleaming. Gleefully, she leans forward and tears her throat out.

And then she's back on my lap leaning forward, clapping.

Paula's body limply falls at our feet.

"Encore! Alastair did you see? Encore!"

She looks back at me with an innocent grin, blood on her mouth, down her chest and tangled in her curls.

I narrow my eyes in silent question.

"I just really like your face," she shrugs, leaning back against me.

What one thing has to do with another I'm unsure. It think she didn't like Paula's face. Which...is understandable.

"You shouldn't make messes," I reprimand her gently.

She glanced back at me with a small smile. "You'll clean it up won't you?"

So cute. I can't stay mad at her.

• • •

Eleanor is very pleased, she says, she wants to surprise me.

She rushes us into the house.

"Where has Liam gone?" I ask. She falls to her knees unbuckling my pants. I frown. How very un-Eleanor.

"There's a nice building," she murmurs, pulling down my pants.

Her dark hair frames her face so beautifully. It reminds me of a painting and it's frame. Both gorgeous.

I cup her face. "Oh?"

She looks up at me, her fingers wrapping around my dick gently.

"It has shelves. A ladder. Even a nook," she remarks, stroking me.

I frown. "I'm with you every moment when did you see this?"

She shrugs. "It was in passing."

Her plump lips press against the head of my cock, a furrow forming in my brow.

"Are you asking me to buy you a bookshop? I thought...the dick sucking was about the woman you murdered in public today. Which...I'm disappointed..."

She takes me into her mouth.

"Disappointed is a strong word," I grunt. "Disgruntled perhaps."

She takes me further, her eyes watering.

"Well...you shouldn't have done it." I add weakly.

She takes my further, choking. I let her for a moment.

"You'll hurt yourself dear." I remark offhandedly. "You know you don't have to do anything like this." I push her hair back.

She looks up at me mouth full. She pulls back, and I wipe her mouth gently.

"You don't have to ask me for a bookstore, you know will I get it for you. And you have the money on your own. What is this about?"

My Eleanor pouts. "Why can't you ever just enjoy a good deeds."

"I find your good deeds come from a place of...confusion."

Eleanor frowns, touching her jaw. "You're hurting my jaw."

I chuckle. "I apologize dearest,"

She sighs, wrapping her hands around my base. I massage her head, brushing her curls back. So pretty.

She's trying her best, and I am enjoying watching her try.

"If I get a shop I won't be home as much," she mumbled almost incoherently.

I frown. I see. So that's what this is about. She wants to run the shop. Not own it. Not put her name on it. She wants to run it.

This is not our small town in London.

This is New York City and she is beautiful. I do not want her in that damn shop and she knows it. I want her here. I want her with me. Every second.

"I see. That's what this is about."

I need to tie her down. I don't mind the shop. I wouldn't mind her staying there even a few hours.

But she can't do that. Books are her great love.

"Instead of a shop," she says softly, pulling off my length once more to regale of things I do not want to head. "Actually...I wanted it to be a library. Some additions are needed. Collections—"

More and more. And more time and energy diverted away from me. From us. I fear I cannot complete with her original love.

But denying Eleanor of the only thing that's brings her joy is...wrong.

She starts up again, I clench my jaw, try to hold out as she coaxes my seed from me.

"Eleanor," I kiss her gently, holding her jaw. "What is your last name?"

She smirks gently, her brown skin warming up under my gaze.

"La Rue."

"Then you know you don't have to ask me for anything. It's yours."

She grins, throwing herself in my arms, squealing in joy. I can't help but smile.

"There is...one thing I'd like to do though," I whisper, kissing her shoulder.

She looks up at me. "Yes?"

"I request you hold readings for children at your new library," I lift her face. "Orphans. So many in New York, I'll even make some news, fresh ones, newly in pain for you to nurture."

She cocks her head a small frown on her face before she shrugs. "Alright."

Eleanor peppers kissing down my neck. She's content. I will entrap her, once and for all. Pin her down, drag her to a church and burn while I marry her.

If it is the last thing I do. But it won't be.

Because I can't die.