Forever (Immortal Vampire Series Book 1) Read online

  Table of Contents

  FOREVER

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  THANK YOU

  FOREVER

  Dora Blume

  Copyright © 2019 by Dora Blume All rights reserved.

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  To My Parents,

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  CHAPTER 1

  Nothing really lasts forever, or so I once thought. Forever was measured by a simple human lifetime, not centuries of a life, lived well beyond what any one person should endure. I couldn’t believe there were people in this world who dreamt of living forever, as though they actually understood what it meant to do so. Even now, I questioned whether I understood forever. Whether I could endure any more of this life, alone. I ached to end my life. Ached to find some guiding light among the darkness. Ached to find, her.

  I watched Abrianna from below the Prus library at Luther College. I’d been watching her for months. It was the little things about her that attracted me to her. The subtle beauty I tried to mask. The way I held her head like I was the ruler of her own universe. It had me mesmerized. Something about her struck me from the moment I saw her, sitting below a large oak tree, book in hand. I leaned against the trunk, one knee propped up, holding her book in place as I rifled through her bag for a piece of candy. When I twisted the wrapper and popped the caramel in her mouth, I pushed her black leather backpack back in the lush green grass. I found it peculiar how I carefully lifted the corner of the page with such care before flipping it to continue reading. I’d never seen a human take such care with a book of little value before. I was trying to figure out the conundrum that was Abrianna ever since.

  For example, her name was lovely. Abrianna rolled off the tongue like a fine wine. Yet, she insisted that everyone call her Bree. It was horrifying to shorten such a beautiful name. I would never ask anyone to shorten Alexander to Alex, it was too crass. I shivered at such a horrid thought. Despite the shortening of her name she intrigued me. Most girls I’d seen plastered their face with make-up, but not her. I’d never seen her put a stitch of it on her beautiful face. I also loved the soft dotting of freckles that appeared when she was in the sun too long. I licked my own lips as I watched her slide the candy across her mouth, puckering her lips. Oh, to taste those luscious lips. I wanted to slide my tongue along her mouth to taste her sweetness. I knew my following her had become dangerous. There was no escaping the compulsion I was creating in my lust for the innocent girl. When I cradled her in my embrace, her life as she knew it would be over. I lusted for her. I sank my fangs into my lip tasting blood as my eyes caressed her body. Soon, my darling, soon.

  ✭✭✭

  “Bree, what the hell are you doing in the library on a Friday night?” Michelle asked.

  “Research, my stupid Biology term paper is due Monday. I have to get a good grade in that class to keep my scholarship. Trust me I’d rather be anywhere else.” I huffed out a frustrated breath as I stared at the books before me.

  “Can’t you work on it Sunday or something? It’s Friday. We could go over to the Pi Kappa house and have a little fun with the boys.” She winked and wiggled her shoulders.

  “No, I can’t put it off till Sunday. Did you hear the scholarship part?”

  “Oh whatever. You’ll do great. You’re super smart, way smarter than me. I’m glad I didn’t have to rely on scholarships. I don’t want to work that hard. I want to go into fashion, much more my style. Book smarts are for boring people.” Michelle looked to my book and rolled her eyes.

  “Thanks,” I mumbled at her remark. “I have to stay here and get this paper done.” I looked down to my papers. My current research seemed insurmountable at the moment.

  “Fine, I guess I’ll go ask someone else to go with me. What’s Cam doing tonight?”

  “You wouldn’t.” I glared at her.

  “You’re right. I wouldn’t but I’m still going to the party without you. Have fun with your books, Bree.” She strutted out of the library. I clenched my hands into fists as I watched her leave. She didn’t have to remind me about what I was missing every damn time. I jolted out of my chair and stormed over to the stacks. I needed another book for my research. I hated it when she rubbed in her lavish lifestyle of parties and fun. Some of us had to actually work our asses off for what we got. She couldn’t care less. Her parents funded her college and gave their darling daughter whatever she wanted. A part of me hated her for how easy she had it. Yet, I chose to squander her gifts. If I wanted to stay in Luther, I needed good grades. My parents wouldn’t be able to afford the tuition without my scholarship. I found the book I was looking for. I blew out a breath when I realized I had to reach the top shelf to get it. I wasn’t short, but this was a stretch. I looked to the side, hoping for something to step on. When I didn’t see anything, I sighed. I guess I’ll just have to pull a few muscles to get at the book. All in the name of science, right?

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  Chuckling, I observed her as she strained to reach a book above her head. Her thoughts were entertaining as she tried to find some way not to stretch her limbs to get it. She stretched and the hem of her top lifted. I could see her flat stomach beneath the fabric. I licked my lips. I wanted to feel her silken skin beneath mine. I listened to her thoughts, her hands were clenching and unclenching after her roommate's visit which intrigued me. Her frustration stemmed from having to work for what she had while the other girl didn’t. It was comical. Don’t worry, my lovely Abrianna, I have everything you will ever need. She set the book down on the table and rubbed her hand over the hard cover. I longed to feel her soft hands on my marble skin. My breath caught as I watched her bite her bottom lip, then let it go painstakingly slowly.

  I cleared my throat, remembering my surroundings. I longed for Abrianna in a way I hadn’t longed for anyone in a long time. My tongue swept along my own bottom lip as I fantasized about her biting me with her teeth. The bloodlust was becoming unbearable.

  I stretched my legs out in front of me. I was seated on a bench across the lawn from the library. My vision was extraordinary compared to a humans, so I sat nestled on my bench. I heard footsteps approaching from the right.
A young man hurried along; a book bag slung over his shoulder. He glanced over to me on the bench. I flashed him a dangerous smile, listening for the moment his pulse quickened. When it did, he gripped the handle of his bag tighter and hurried down the walk, cutting across the grass to get further away from me.

  Turning my attention back to Abrianna, I scrutinized her thoughts. The slump of her shoulders alerted me to her disdain for what I was doing. Her books were strewn across the table. A notebook, open next to her, pen poised in her hand ready to write. The book she’d gotten down was open in front of her. It was Friday night, she was thinking about how she wanted to be out with friends. She has a term paper due on Monday so, instead of being out with her friends, she was in the library studying.

  I spent weeks studying the conundrum of the girl before me, trying to figure her out. Why her? I liked her bouncy blonde curls because they were shaped different every day. She didn’t wear make-up like many of the other girls I’d seen. Most days she wore jeans and t-shirts. Her curves were enticing as I watched her amble out of her chair to find another book. Her jeans were tight and hugged all the right places. My mouth watered as I thought about all the things, I wanted to do to her, right there in the library. Suddenly, my own jeans felt tight. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I was going to need to find an outlet tonight. Smiling at the possibilities on campus, I scratched the bristles on my chin, thinking.

  Watching her made me want to change her, tonight. I rubbed my hand on my jeans as I tried to quiet my hungry body. Patience wasn’t my strong suit as I lusted for Abrianna. I wanted her more than I’ve wanted anything before. Desire burned through my body as her blazing blue eyes moved from her book to her notes. I bit into my lip again, tasting my blood centered me. I needed patience.

  In another life, I swore I would never condemn another to immortality. No one truly understands the depths of immortality. I was changed against my will decades ago. I didn’t want to instill my fate onto another, ever. Boredom had gotten the better of me as of late. My boredom had turned into Abrianna’s fate. Seeing her fueled the fire within me I thought I lost long ago. Giving her immortality would forever condemn me. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to pluck a morsel as sweet as her for my pleasure. I was surely going to hell anyways. I was certain I had already secured my place in hell with this existence. I knew the depths of my own hell; of that I was certain.

  God, I needed a distraction before I raced through that library and had the entire campus buzzing for months. Hunting would get my mind off the girl I so desperately wanted to change. I stood up from the bench, looking around the campus. Although I’d love to play with another college kid, I decided to run for the woods. I could survive on the blood of animals, but I didn’t like it. Vampire hunters made killing humans a problem. Most hunters stayed out of the Midwest, since there was nothing here. They tended to migrate to the larger cities. My home was in Decorah, Iowa. No hunter would ever think of finding a vampire in this unadventurous little town. If I killed a college student, I would be found and destroyed. Living over three hundred years made me too smart to be caught for such foolishness. Making a mistake like that wasn’t something I was going to do before I got what I wanted. The only person who would go missing from here would be Abrianna.

  I ran back toward the woods and decided I would go as far as I needed to, so I could find something sporting to hunt. The simple deer and small game around here weren’t nearly as fun as the wolves and bears up north. I may even get lucky and catch a cougar on my path. I ran at full speed to the north. It only took me one hour to reach the far northern tip of Minnesota. I stopped to take in the inviting pine scent filling the air. I loved the pine scent of the North. It was such a welcoming scent. The ever spans of forest were welcoming in that regard, as well, I could run freely in the woods without running into a town for miles. There weren’t many places left in the world like this. I started to send my senses further looking for the prey I desired. I hadn’t caught the scent of a cougar, but there were black bears nearby. I let my mind drift to them, to find the largest and meanest among them. When I found her, I raced in her direction. I knew the giant black bear wouldn’t be a match for me, but I always felt better taking down something big. It felt empowering to feel the life force, so strong beneath my iron grip.

  I waited on a branch far above the bear, watching its movements carefully. I liked to stalk my prey before pouncing on them. It made it more fun for me even though it was pointless. Even if the bear got a hold of me, its teeth and claws wouldn’t even puncture my rock-hard skin. I’ve tested it many times, to see if there was anything in this world that had a fighting chance against me. There wasn’t, with the exception of hunters. My tests weren’t anything new, I needed blood to survive. I lived long enough not to need blood as often. Most of the time I was hunting out of boredom rather than any real need. I could go months without feeding, maybe even years. But why would I? I enjoyed it when the salty liquid flowed passed my lips. It was ecstasy. I licked my lips thinking about it.

  My hunger grew. The desire to feel the blood fill me, intensified. I couldn’t hold back my lust any longer. I leapt down from the tree landing on the bear’s back. The black monster reared up on two legs and thrashed. A devilish grin spread across my lips as I enjoyed the moment of excitement. The bear continued to buck and struggle beneath my grasp. I took a moment to relish in the feeling of my prey beneath my fingers. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I sunk my teeth into the artery, sucking at the wondrous fount. The blood flowing passed my parted lips was intoxicating. I moaned as the warmth pumped from one heart, feeding another. The whole experience was exhilarating as I felt the life of the creature drained with each pump of its heart.

  The experience was always over far too quickly leaving only my desire to do it again, despite it being unnecessary. I still craved the blood, the feeling, the taste. Blood was my drug. The ever-increasing desire for more flowed through me as the blood filled my body. My skin singed with new vitality.

  For the moment, I was full but not entirely satisfied. An evening of seduction was in order, since I wasn’t taking pleasure in turning Abriana tonight. Walking into one of the small-town bars to play with some unsuspecting girl was just what I needed. Distraction and sated desire was the name of the game tonight. I liked the challenge of seduction. I developed my skill so well. I could take small amounts of blood while bringing them pleasure at the same time. Blood tasted exquisite mid arousal. It was so much sweeter. I liked to play with my girls before feasting. They were always good for some passing amusement. This was the one part of my life I hadn’t grown bored from. I realized my manipulative powers when enticing ladies of the court long ago. Back then, I wanted information, so I could kill those close to the king. Tonight, I needed a distraction.

  When I entered the bar, I scanned the room. Charlotte looked as good a distraction as any. Her dark locks fell past her shoulders. Her green eyes were enticing. It was her rebellion which drew me to her. She was supposed to be at home preparing for the coming harvest. Clinking her glass with her girlfriend, she took a long pull from her beer.

  Charlotte looked longingly toward the pool table. I sighed.

  Smiling, I glided behind her, stopping with my lips next to her ear. “Would you like to join me in a game of pool?” I breathed.

  She startled at my sudden appearance then turned. “What the...Ah,” she looked up into my eyes as she blinked. “Sure,” she breathed.

  “Excellent,” I took a few long strides to the table. I bent to insert change. I hurried over, grabbing the balls and placing them in the rack. I bent forward, rolling the balls into place. I licked my lips as I watched her bend forward over the table. She smiled up at me and winked. Oh, she was a naughty girl. I could tell this was going to be fun.

  “You want to break?” she asked. She smirked. She was confident in her pool playing ability.

  “Oh no, ladies first. I insist.” I bowed, sweeping my arm toward the table.

/>   She grabbed a stick and cube. She bit her lip as she rubbed the cube over the pool cue.

  She bent over the table, hitting the balls hard. The purple and green solid balls went in the two corner pockets. She looked up at me through her lashes. Her mouth was set in a hard line of determination. I smiled, reading her thoughts. She wanted me; the desire filled her thoughts. I tried to push it away to concentrate on each thought, but I was having some difficulty. Strutting to the other side of the table, she bit her lip and lined up for her next shot. She peeked at me when she bent over the table again noticing my eyes on hers. She refocused her thoughts again, but images of her mouth on mine were distracting her. She took a deep breath before she hit the balls, sending another solid into the center pocket.

  I shook my head, “So, I take it you’re good at this game.”

  “Not much to do in a small town.” She shrugged. Walking past me, she slid her backside against me. Her tight, round ass caught my attention as it rubbed ever so slightly against my pants. She bent in front of me again, glancing over her shoulder as she lined up her next shot. Two more solids went in. I sighed. I was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse we had going, but I wanted to play something else. I licked my lips and stalked forward. Leaning against her as she straightened from her last shot. I felt her warm body press up against me. I trailed a finger up the hem of her jeans. She gasped when my hand reached her hip. I placed both hands on her hips and pulled her against me.

  I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” She threw her pool stick down on the table and turned. I reached my hand out to take hers. She interlaced her fingers with mine and followed me out of the bar.

  I rented a room in the only hotel in town, it wasn’t up to my standards, but it would do for one night. I held the door open for her. When she walked past me, I reached out for her. Pulling her to me, I placed a kiss on the back of her neck, sweeping her hair aside. I felt the shiver run down her spine as I kissed her. Women always loved having the back of their neck kissed. I knew it was her instinct causing her to shiver. Humans didn’t know initially what I was, but they’re instincts always warned them. It was too bad most people ignored those small warnings. Charlotte was no different, the shiver was nothing if not enticing to her.