Everyone was finding their mates, well, everyone but me it seemed. Which was great, of course, because Riley helped heal my brother, too, so I was grateful they found each other. Remus found Noah Dragos when they were on a Council sanctioned mission. And the kicker was Noah had been living a few miles away the whole time. A few months later Stefan went on a soul searching trip to New York to explore his repressed sexuality. He went to a human sex club and found his mate being held prisoner and brutalized.
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Everyone was finding their mates, well, everyone but me it seemed. Which was great, of course, because Riley helped heal my brother, too, so I was grateful they found each other. Remus found Noah Dragos when they were on a Council sanctioned mission.
And the kicker was Noah had been living a few miles away the whole time. A few months later Stefan went on a soul searching trip to New York to explore his repressed sexuality. He went to a human sex club and found his mate being held prisoner and brutalized.
I mean how random is that? Patrick is a great person, exactly what my brother needed. Patrick was adapting to being a vampire like fish to water, and they were monumentally happy.
Identical twin mates. He got two, and I had none. Caleb went over to help with a mission along with my mated brothers and ended up having mates in the same family. I was happy for my friends; they deserved all the joy mating would bring. And I was miserable. I was jealous. And it made me feel like a complete douche bag. I was happy for them. I really was with all my heart.
I just wanted to be happy, too. I mean that seemed only fair to me. But I am the oldest. I was eight hundred and ninety-five years old, and I thought it was my time to be happy and settle down. But it was hard to be around them in all their mating happiness and honeymoon antics all the time.
So when the Council asked for a volunteer to investigate rumors of a pack of demons around the Mohegan Bluffs of Rhode Island, I immediately raised my hand. There were normal vampires who ranged in all shapes and sizes, just like humans did. Then there were some of us who were born warriors. When we went through our transitions at puberty to become full vampires who needed blood to survive, some of us grew massive.
Our large stature and ability to bulk on major muscle was what determined we would be warriors of our race. They wanted it for the power, for the kill. Vampires, enforced by our various High Councils, lived by a strict code: Do no harm to humans, and hide all evidence of our existence from humans. My father, Desmond Marius, had been one of the first vampires to start a medical company that had a plethora of blood banks. While the family made a lot of money selling the blood to covens all over the country, a lot of good was also done.
He had instituted a program to pay college students great money for them to go donate every couple of weeks. Most inner cities had programs where you could get paid if you donated, but it was normally just a few bucks. Mother and Father had thought if there were any healthy adults who could use some extra pocket money, it was college kids.
And it was all regulated so no one tried to donate too much and got hurt. The vast majority of it went for free to under-funded trauma centers. We were getting a lot from the human population, it was important to give back. My family lived by that code in everything they did. Hell, my parents had seven children who all turned out to be warriors and served their race for centuries upon centuries.
It was the right thing to do. We were born to help our people, so it never came into question that we would. And while some demons had once understood that, they chose the path to evil. Demons were what human legends of vampires were based on. Blood-sucking, vile creatures that lost their souls and would burn from sunlight or holy objects.
Vampires were different. We could die of course, just not how most legends said. Every vampire had one or two special gifts of their own. Mine was fire. I could control a flame from yards away or could shoot it from my hands like a flame thrower. Micah could scramble minds of people, which was useful in battle as well. Remus could talk to animals. My father had one of the coolest gifts in my opinion, he could manipulate the ground. It was like he could cause a square mile earthquake that was so violent no one could move.
My mother, tiny Elena Marius, could create ice. She could build a wall of two-foot, solid ice around herself in less than a minute. It was a trip to watch. The gift I had worked very well since demons tended to light up faster than a dry, dead Christmas tree. Though my brother, Stefan, and Riley had designed ultraviolet ammunition and grenades that helped in the war against demons and allowed some of the smaller, more remote covens to protect themselves.
For centuries it seemed that we were fighting an uphill battle, but now with these inventions, the tables were turning. I was about a half hour away from the Mohegan Bluffs on a deserted road when I saw a figure lying on the side of the road. What the fuck? Quickly pulling over, I slammed on my brakes and hopped out of the car. I made sure to grab my 9mm just in case and ran over to him.
The sour scent of blood hit my nose, though not as strong as it normally was with demons. And it was the middle of the day.
If it was a demon they should have been a pile of ash. As I got closer, I saw steam coming off the small, barely clothed, and beaten body. Approaching slowly and cautiously, I almost jumped when the man rolled over and looked at me. I swear it to you! I was born this way. While his blood smelled somewhat rancid, it called to me, smelling sweet at the same time. This man was my mate!
Please, help me. He was still alive in the sun even if his skin was smoking, and he had a nasty-ass sunburn. I eyed him over, taking in his bright eyes, small button nose, plush lips, and sort of chubby cherub cheeks. He was gorgeous, even in his dirty state, and I felt myself get hard. I guessed he was no more than five-five and under a hundred pounds. My instincts were screaming to hold my mate, feed him massive amounts of food, and take care of him.
I closed the gap between us, bent down, and lifted him into my arms. Malachi felt perfect in my embrace, like he was destined to be there. He cried out in pain, and I loosened my hold on him. I cried out as my cock instantly exploded in my jeans from my mate drinking from me, as vast pleasure swarmed me.
It was so intense I almost fell to my knees and dropped him, but I was able to keep myself upright and leaned against the car. I was sent here by our Council to investigate claims of demons living in the Mohegan Bluffs. I closed the door and walked around to the other side before he could answer, giving him time to think about what I said while I had a moment to digest that I was now mated.
Leaning my head against the top of the car, I felt a pit of despair form in my stomach. I jumped when I realized he was still in the sun sitting in the car and got in. Fuck me! Him biting me already had mating instinct kicking in that I wanted to put his needs before mine. I hope you kill them all.
And they have prisoners. Turning back to him, I gently covered up his exposed skin from the burning sun. He cried out in pain, and I felt it like a knife to my heart.
Great, so not only did he mate me, I was feeling things for him already. I needed to get him somewhere safe and dark so I could tend to his wounds. I glanced away from the road then and saw the smile on his face. His breath evened out, though he still seemed to have trouble getting air in, and I knew he was asleep.
Just looking at his face, I knew all I wanted to do was hold him and take care of him forever.
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