E P I L O G U E

Vladimir Bloodthorn

her in his arms as she soundly sleeps, watching over her. His hands are wrapped around her body and he holds her protectively to him. A smile on his face as he listens to her breathe and he hears her heartbeat gently beating within her chest. His favorite sounds in the world, except for her laugh and her voice. She had been exhausted after their wedding night that she did not last a long time but her body is now fully his and his alone. He claimed her only few hours ago in every way possible.

He had made love to her and made her feel loved and he gave her more pleasure than anyone has ever given her. She screamed his name and she gave her body to him. He caressed her body and made sure to kiss every inch of her body. Even the childhood scars that she had here and there from falling or hurting herself as children often do, he made sure that they were loved too because all that she had went through through life made her who she is now and he loves that woman that she is now.

His scarlet eyes land on her neck where two holes are positioned and he licks his lips. His hunger is only for her blood and he loves nothing more than to hear her moan when she offers her blood to him. It does not hurt her, neither would he do this if it would harm her in any shape or form but she actually likes it when he drinks her blood; when his canines sink into her flesh and he sucks the warm metallic liquid which runs through her veins.

Their lives have just begun and now forever is theirs for the taking and there is no one that the Vampire would wish to spend it with. Vampires do not need to sleep and he loves nothing more than to hold her while she sleeps and he watches over her. Protects her from anything that dare to even try to touch her. His love for her is eternal and the things that he would do to those who would even think about hurting her, it can be said that they will suffer a agonizing death where they die screaming.

Make no mistake his killer instinct are even deadlier than they were before because now he has someone to protect and he has someone to make sure is with him and keeps her safe and happy. Killing for her and killing to protect her is something that the ruthless King will happily do and he will do it a million times if need be, never caring about the lives that get lost in the process, as long as she is safe and she's in his arms, it's all that matters and the amount of bloodshed is gone from his mind.

Even when he does not want to he slowly releases her body which makes her stir in her sleep and to the other side where she is now facing him instead of her back facing him. Her naked body covered by the covers that they share. He stands up from the bed and dresses himself into clothes before he walks over to the window. The dead of night welcomes him and the silence out there is not as inviting as her heartbeat or her voice or even just her life as that is all that he wants to listen to all the sounds that he needs.

The full moon shines down on the world and many Werewolves are out there running, reminding him of the time that she once told him that she was unable to shift into her Wolf. A couple of months ago he started to investigate it and found out that the only reason for why a Werewolf is unable to shift is because a sacrifice had to be made by beings that are higher than them. Digging deeper and further he started to realize what was happening and going through their time together he realizes the truth.

Valentina was and is immortal. The way that she never died no matter how bad her body state was, she did not die when she actually died and she lived. The fact that she was immortal gave him meaning. He stands there for some time watching the night before his body is eager to hold hers again and he goes back under the covers and picks her up in his arms again, gently so he would not wake her. "I love you" He whispers to her as he kisses her forehead and holds her closer to him. For the two of them forever has just begun.