"But you need to tell me what the heck is going on."
I hear Liam's concern, but how will I explain this to him without losing the chance to be with him.
I try to settle my emotions, and I feel my fangs retract.
I calm my breathing and I feel my eye color flicker back to grey.
"Please don't fear me Liam. I've told you before, I would never hurt you."
"Tell me what you are Okah. Who you are, and why are you really here?"
I get up slowly off the floor and straighten out my clothes. Liam stands up along with me.
I slowly walk over to the curtain Liam had drawn open, and put my hand out to test the light to my skin.
Nothing. No Pain, and no burn.
I turn to look at Liam.
"Do you want the summed up version or the more thorough version?"
"Just give me the truth, please. I feel like I'm going through the worst part of life right now, losing my dad. I don't want to be lied to."
The way Liam looked at me makes me fight the urge to take him in my arms and kiss him.
So I break the eyes contact and walk over to the table.
"Come sit down and eat. I'll tell you everything you'd like to know."
Liam walks to the table and pulls out a chairs and sits down.
"I know you're a vampire, but to be honest, I'm kind of having a hard time grasping that reality." Liam says to me with an awkward laugh.
"You're not wrong Liam."
"How old are you? Why are you alone? Doesn't your kind, have some kind of, like, coven or something?"
I smile at Liam "I've lived quite along time. I would say I have a few centuries under my belt."
"Really!?" Liam ask in an excited tone "Well, I've gotta say you look totally great for you're age."
At that last statement Liam looks at me with a blush forming on his face.
"We stop aging the moment we turn, but thank you for thinking of me so fondly."
I lean my elbows on the table with my hands together under my chin.
"As for my coven, I left my coven over two centuries ago. I've been alone since."
"May I ask why? It's ok if it's too personal to talk about I'm just really curious about you. I have a gazillion questions popping up in my head."
I laugh a little at his response. He's very adorable.
"Well, I'd like to tell you but I don't want you to, but I don't want you to push me away."
"Mmm-mm, I wont I promish." Liam says with a mouth full of food.
"Well you see, quite a few centuries ago...""
***
Okah and Markus made their way around a small village, just on the outskirts. They both took in the view of the people bustling about. Making their last purchases as the sun had set and it was closing time for the little market.
Just they closed the pubs opened and the drunkard and whores came out to play.
"Let's make our way in. You know the drill Markus."
Markus knew.
They'd enter a busy pub. Sit a table and have a few drinks.
He'd silently observe the surrounding and seek a person with the lowest status, as they would never be sought out upon their absence or death.
Okah would do the same.
Markus quietly searched with eyes over the people around him.
When found his.
A servant girl.
Watching her get yanked around and groped by the dirty men.
He wanted to be rid of the filthy people he had come across over the year like these men here.
However it brought unwanted eyes toward his kind. Which would eventually mean trouble and death.
He looked over at Okah and gave him a slight nod.
Markus then waited for the girl to be out of eyesight and made his move.
Okah sat there. Looking over and over again for the right person. But he was picky.
Some days he'd leave without ever having fed.
As the year passed and the older he got the more he was able to go without feeding for days.
Frustration crept in, he stood, threw a couple of coins on the table and walked out of the pub.
He made his way down a few paths when his ears picked up the struggle between two people.
"No! Don't touch me!" Screamed the boy.
"Shut your mouth you filthy whore and give me what I want." The drunk man licked the boys face while held the boy with one hand and groped his crotch with the other.
"Stop please!" The boy begged the drunk man. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Then... A gust of wind and a groan from the man. When the boy opened his eyes, the drunk man no longer stood in front of him.
Now stood a very tall handsome man in all black goth like clothing and a cape draped over one of his shoulder.
Okah stood there staring at this boy. He found his victim.
He smiled wickedly at the boy before walking up to him.
Okah put his arm around the boys waist and whisked the boy with immense speed.
The moment they stopped Okah let go of the boys waist. The boy gasped for air.
Okah stood there staring, he could smell the blood of this boy and it made the hunger in him boil.
He snatched the boy once again, pushing him into a large tree.
Okah's eyes now glowing and his fangs now baring, the boy stood still.
When Okah tilted the boy's neck to feed, he heard the boy whisper,
"Thank you, my lord."
Okah hesitated. The boy saw what Okah was, yet thanked him?
How peculiar.
Okah drew back. Fangs still exposed and eyes still glowing red.
"What, pray tell, would you be thanking me for?"
"For giving me death." The boy responded with tears flowing down his cheecks.
"The men in my village have always thought me to be weak, thus beating me contstantly.
That man, that was touching me, he... Was the first man to ever..." The boy stopped talking. He stood there.
"I am honored, my lord. That you would end this for me." The boy slightly bowed to Okah.
Oh, but Okah's interested was tremendously peaked.
His hunger still burning he took the boys hand and brought it to his mouth.
Okah licked the boy's wrist, bringing out a gasp from the boys lips.
He kept his eyes on the boys face when he sunk his fangs into his flesh.
The boy let out a luscious moan as his eyes rolled while they closed.
Okah drank from the boy. Not enough to drain him completely, but enough to bring the boy to his knees.
When the boy's knees hit the floor Okah withdrew his mouth from the boys skin. Licking the wound to heal the flesh.
Okah rans his hands through the boys hair, grabbing a handful and gently tilting his head back to look him in the eyes.
"Tell me your name human."
The boys eyes still lightly rolling as he blinked.
"So-Somari. My name is Somari, my lord."
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