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An Offer I Could Not Refuse - Part 16

Greetings folks. After a two week hiatus, I'm back with the end of this story. I'll be starting a new one with the same characters. Not sure what it will be called, but hey, we'll see. I hope you've enjoyed it in the meantime. If you haven't read the other parts, please click here to catch up. Aaron The moment I sensed my father’s spirit in the room, I jerked awake. I turned to the left, staring into the weary brown eyes of the man everyone had told me I’d resembled. Now, I looked nothing like Jacob Winston. Though our facial features were similar, I had fangs and claws. Traits that Jacob and the entire Winston family hated. Though they hadn’t tried to revolt recently, the spirit was still there. My clan had always had the feeling we would one day rise again. “Not now.” “No, I won’t allow it,” I said to him. “How could you? My youngest child. The one I held in my arms only days before I was murdered? If anything, you should be angrier than your older brothers and sisters? Why have you betrayed me?” Hearing his sad words, I closed my eyes tight. “Though I am sorry for hurting you, I will not apologize for what I’ve done. I fell in love…” “With a murderer,” he screeched. At that moment, his yells sounded ten times louder than normal. I covered my ears, clenching my teeth together because the unpleasant noise put my nerves on edge. “Now, you are a murderer, too. You’re an embarrassment to this family! I will make sure to tell your mother what you’ve become!” “Fine.” I removed my hands from my ears. “Honestly, I haven’t visited much. They’ve been pressuring me to join the cause against the vampires, but I told them I was no fighter.” “Because you’re a wuss! You never wanted to join. My other sons and daughters have always been tougher.” “What are you implying?” “What do you think?” Listening to my birth father I clenched my teeth together. I wouldn’t allow this spirit to take away my joy. Any more talking and we would wake Raviele from is restful sleep. “Be gone, spirit.” I waved my hand as if I were shooing away a fly. “You’re a disgrace,” he spat. “I no longer have a younger son. You are a coward. When the resistance rises again, I hope you are the first one to die!” “Go away!” I yelled at him and moved in closer to Raviele. I yanked the covers over my head, not bothering to listen to him anymore. I’d never thought the man I’d revered could be a bigot, but so be it. As he’d said, he was killed days after I was born, so in truth I never knew him. I didn’t have any real connection, other than the stories my mother had told me. A blessing in disguise too, since we probably wouldn’t have gotten along as adults if he were still alive. * * * * Raviele “Lover?” Aaron cradled my waist with his hand and squeezed my stomach. I chuckled and moved backwards for our bodies to be flushed together. I’d heard every word from the damn slayer and wished I had powers to expel his spirit. I had no special powers though, so we’d have to deal with it as best as we could. “Aaron?” “Yes, Ravi. I’m sorry about that. I was hoping you wouldn’t hear that conversation.” “Why not? I’m your lover.” I turned around in the bed to face him. I placed both hands on his cheeks and kissed his head. “I should be involved in everything concerning you, even with your breather family.” “But he called you a murderer.” “Ah, that isn’t the worst that’s been said about me,” I snickered. I rubbed his blood-stained lips with my thumb. “We are murderers though. You understand that, right?” “Yes, but… must of what you’ve done has been for the good of breathers and vampires. It’s a big reason why I didn’t join the resistance.” “Indeed, but… at the end of the day, we are killers. I’m not one of those vampires who do artificial blood. I’ve developed products to contain the bloodlust because we are vampires should have some kind of responsibility. However, vamps still need fresh, warm blood from time to time, whether it be animal or human. We do need something.” “Just like most humans need meat,” Aaron said, rubbing the side of my jaw. “All of us have that choice.” “Yes, that’s a great way of putting it. I’m glad you understand.” “I always have. What vamps have done for the world has been extraordinary. We, as humans, couldn’t do anything on our own.” “There is no we, my chile. You are no longer a breather.” “True. And I’m glad I’m not. I’d rather be on the winning side… with you.” Hearing Aaron say that with such conviction made me swell up with pride. I’d told my father he would make for an excellent vampire and make him proud and he was already doing exactly that. “I’m so happy you feel that way.” “I do, Raviele. I love you. I know I was difficult at first but, above all us, I came here because of my feelings for you. That won out over everything. I never told anyone the truth because what I saw was you doing good work for everyone’s benefit. Now, I am happy to say, I am yours. I’m your chile, your servant. I will fight with you and for you, no matter what.” Could a vampire cry? If they couldn’t by nature, this would be the very first time. Tears welled up in my eyes and I kissed my love with all the passion I could muster. My vampire prince. My Aaron, had excepted his fate and me as his lover. With my partner at my side, I had no need for anything else ever again. * * * * Please check out the other authors on Wednesday Briefs. Or go to their own blogs.

Greetings folks. After a two week hiatus, I'm back with the end of this story. I'll be starting a new one with the same characters. Not sure what it will be called, but hey, we'll see. I hope you've enjoyed it in the meantime. If you haven't read the other parts, please click here to catch up. Aaron The moment I sensed my father’s spirit in the room, I jerked awake. I turned to the left, staring into the weary brown eyes of the man everyone had told me I’d resembled. Now, I looked nothing like Jacob Winston. Though our facial features were similar, I had fangs and claws. Traits that Jacob and the entire Winston family hated. Though they hadn’t tried to revolt recently, the spirit was still there. My clan had always had the feeling we would one day rise again. “Not now.” “No, I won’t allow it,” I said to him. “How could you? My youngest child. The one I held in my arms only days before I was murdered? If anything, you should be angrier than your older brothers and sisters? Why have you betrayed me?” Hearing his sad words, I closed my eyes tight. “Though I am sorry for hurting you, I will not apologize for what I’ve done. I fell in love…” “With a murderer,” he screeched. At that moment, his yells sounded ten times louder than normal. I covered my ears, clenching my teeth together because the unpleasant noise put my nerves on edge. “Now, you are a murderer, too. You’re an embarrassment to this family! I will make sure to tell your mother what you’ve become!” “Fine.” I removed my hands from my ears. “Honestly, I haven’t visited much. They’ve been pressuring me to join the cause against the vampires, but I told them I was no fighter.” “Because you’re a wuss! You never wanted to join. My other sons and daughters have always been tougher.” “What are you implying?” “What do you think?” Listening to my birth father I clenched my teeth together. I wouldn’t allow this spirit to take away my joy. Any more talking and we would wake Raviele from is restful sleep. “Be gone, spirit.” I waved my hand as if I were shooing away a fly. “You’re a disgrace,” he spat. “I no longer have a younger son. You are a coward. When the resistance rises again, I hope you are the first one to die!” “Go away!” I yelled at him and moved in closer to Raviele. I yanked the covers over my head, not bothering to listen to him anymore. I’d never thought the man I’d revered could be a bigot, but so be it. As he’d said, he was killed days after I was born, so in truth I never knew him. I didn’t have any real connection, other than the stories my mother had told me. A blessing in disguise too, since we probably wouldn’t have gotten along as adults if he were still alive. * * * * Raviele “Lover?” Aaron cradled my waist with his hand and squeezed my stomach. I chuckled and moved backwards for our bodies to be flushed together. I’d heard every word from the damn slayer and wished I had powers to expel his spirit. I had no special powers though, so we’d have to deal with it as best as we could. “Aaron?” “Yes, Ravi. I’m sorry about that. I was hoping you wouldn’t hear that conversation.” “Why not? I’m your lover.” I turned around in the bed to face him. I placed both hands on his cheeks and kissed his head. “I should be involved in everything concerning you, even with your breather family.” “But he called you a murderer.” “Ah, that isn’t the worst that’s been said about me,” I snickered. I rubbed his blood-stained lips with my thumb. “We are murderers though. You understand that, right?” “Yes, but… must of what you’ve done has been for the good of breathers and vampires. It’s a big reason why I didn’t join the resistance.” “Indeed, but… at the end of the day, we are killers. I’m not one of those vampires who do artificial blood. I’ve developed products to contain the bloodlust because we are vampires should have some kind of responsibility. However, vamps still need fresh, warm blood from time to time, whether it be animal or human. We do need something.” “Just like most humans need meat,” Aaron said, rubbing the side of my jaw. “All of us have that choice.” “Yes, that’s a great way of putting it. I’m glad you understand.” “I always have. What vamps have done for the world has been extraordinary. We, as humans, couldn’t do anything on our own.” “There is no we, my chile. You are no longer a breather.” “True. And I’m glad I’m not. I’d rather be on the winning side… with you.” Hearing Aaron say that with such conviction made me swell up with pride. I’d told my father he would make for an excellent vampire and make him proud and he was already doing exactly that. “I’m so happy you feel that way.” “I do, Raviele. I love you. I know I was difficult at first but, above all us, I came here because of my feelings for you. That won out over everything. I never told anyone the truth because what I saw was you doing good work for everyone’s benefit. Now, I am happy to say, I am yours. I’m your chile, your servant. I will fight with you and for you, no matter what.” Could a vampire cry? If they couldn’t by nature, this would be the very first time. Tears welled up in my eyes and I kissed my love with all the passion I could muster. My vampire prince. My Aaron, had excepted his fate and me as his lover. With my partner at my side, I had no need for anything else ever again. * * * * Please check out the other authors on Wednesday Briefs. Or go to their own blogs.

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