AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Samuel leaves no room for argument. Still hazy from sleep, I slip my shirt over my head and shimmy out of my panties, kicking them aside.
His gaze turns hungry, raking down the length of my curves. “Very good,” he murmurs.
I brush my fingers through my hair, suddenly aware of how intense his stare is. Samuel has a way of seeing into me. My darkest desires. The things I keep hidden away from the world. I squeeze my thighs together as he lifts a hand to my cheek.
He places his thumb against the edge of my lip, and I open my mouth slightly at his touch. Leaning forward, I wait for his kiss to land, but then I realize he’s wiping away a trail of drool.
Shit.
Sam’s face stretches into an impish grin. “Take a dip before the water gets cold, my love.” In a flash of movement, he rushes by me, leaving me alone in the bedroom.
Still reeling from his sudden disappearance, I stumble into the bathroom.
Sam has made me a bath. Greenery floats on the water’s surface, twirling around clusters of bubbles.
I step in, audibly expressing my satisfaction as the hot water hits my skin. I can feel all the tension melting away from my body, and I take a deep breath to savor the delightful aroma of herbs in the steam.
Minutes turn to hours as I soak in the water, my mind wandering to my life before meeting Samuel. It’s a shame that some of my brightest memories come from my time in the city, alone and completely free. Sure, my apartment wasn’t the fanciest and my working conditions at the café were a little sketchy, but I lived my life.
Before that, I was my father’s daughter. My mother’s child. The student who was two farms away and resembled any other girl in our small town. And that’s all I was expected to be. All I was told to be.
“Be a good daughter and God will bless you,” my father would say.
“Be a righteous wife one day, and you’ll live in peace,” said my mother.
Those things chipped away at my pristine image for so long that I finally broke. Leaving was bittersweet, but I never regretted it. Not even once.
I have the same feeling now. That same nagging push telling me there’s something better on the other side of the fence. The urge is so strong, it’s like an invisible force propelling me forward.
My life brought me here, to Samuel.
I have found the one, my person, and I’m ready to commit myself to him.
A realization dawns on me.
His surprise, the cheery awakening, my pampered bath.
He never brought up our disagreement from last night... and maybe that’s because he’s turning me into a vampire.
Maybe he’s discovered that he can’t be without me, either.
I linger in the bath until all the warmth has dissipated, mulling over my past and what could lie ahead.
What if Samuel decided I’d be safer as a vampire?
Francis said the change would be brutal. I’d die, and then reanimate as a colder, more dangerous version of myself. I’d still be myself, though, right?
Would my stretch marks disappear? Would my boobs even out, because one of them definitely sags further than the other. Will my features transform into a more uniform beauty, or will the changes be subtle?
Eventually, I pull myself out of the tub, watching as the water spirals down the drain.
A shadow moves beneath the crack of the bathroom entrance, and beyond it, a door opens and shuts briefly after.
Curious.
I wrap a towel around my breasts and shuffle to the bathroom door, cracking it.
The room is empty, yet the bedsheets have been freshly arranged, and sprawled across the comforter is a stunning scarlet gown. The fabric is richer than any I’ve ever seen, with a fitted bodice and sheer mesh sleeves. It’s low cut in the front, perfect for flaunting an alluring figure.
