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Never in my life did I think I’d die like this, deep inside the most ethereally beautiful woman I’d ever seen. With my blood inside Fayla she blossomed, her hair became more vibrant, her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. She became strong, stronger than even I could manage, but underneath everything she’s still the naive and precious girl that I needed to protect. To rescue from all this. I don’t think she knew what she was doing, that the act of drinking from me again so soon might drain me. It’s alright.
What a way to die.
For what seems like a lifetime, I can hear her screaming and calling for me. I never expected to be mourned when I die—maybe honored, a statue erected—but not mourned. I want to wrap my arms around her and comfort her, tell her it’s alright, but I can’t. I’m dead.
Death is…surprisingly frustrating.
To be completely honest, I don’t even feel dead. I feel pretty good. Strong, warm, empowered. I know it’s only a matter of time before my spirit leaves this body and descends to hell. I’m not redeemable enough to ever soil the pearly gates. I try to chuckle at my own joke, but of course, I don’t. Where the laugh would have started, somewhere in my gut, begins to burn. As if it’s angry that I didn’t laugh.
The burn grows, getting hotter as it seems to spread through my veins. I’m starting to panic as it reaches my shoulders and hips, and when the burn gets so bad I want to scream and thrash, I still can’t move. Molten lava feels like it’s replaced my blood, burning every inch of me from the inside out. I feel it climbing, going for my head, and I realize once it gets there I’ll be well and truly dead.
I try to fight it, try to will it away, but every second that I intercede the burn gets worse and worse. I imagine when it does my eyes will fly open and fire will spitting out of them, that's how hot it feels. The burn is climbing my neck, incinerating my jaw. Molten lava seems to pour from my mouth before it fills my sinuses. Then, my brain is on fire. This pain is intense, so much worse than any other pain I’ve ever felt in my life.
I take it back, this isn’t the best way to die. Does this happen to everyone? Is this the first step to hell? Is a demon going to pop out of the ground and pull me under these damn cold stones by my ankles?
Wait. The stones… They’re cold…
The heat seems to dissipate from my body, taking the pain with it. My lungs expand, my ribs stretching from the deepest breath I’ve ever taken. The burn in my stomach has changed to a raw hunger that surprises me so entirely my eyes fly open. I look up at the ceiling, confused. I shouldn’t be able to see, and if I can see, shouldn’t I be looking down at my dead body instead of up at the ceiling?
Taking a chance, I try to control my body. Just twitch a finger, that’s not hard, right? If I’m dead it won’t work, and I’ll know. My finger twitches, and my breath hitches in my throat. I sit up at once, grabbing my own throat and breathing rapidly in surprise. I’m…alive? How is this possible?
My eyes dart around the cell, looking for Fayla. She needs to know she didn’t kill me, she needs to know I just passed out. I find her clinging to the bars of the cell, reaching out and begging those monsters to come kill her. Her body shakes with sobs, wracked with so much guilt.
“Fayla?” I croak, my throat raw from where she bit me…and maybe the molten lava that burned through me.
Fayla freezes, her head hanging as she chuffs a wry laugh. “Great, I’m insane… I’m imagining him calling me…”
I pull myself to my feet, and to my surprise my body makes no noise. No creaks or snaps of my joints as I stand, my feet don’t seem to disturb the smaller stones scattered on the floor. I feel taller, my muscles more defined. I feel…unstoppable?
“Fayla!” I say again, my voice a demanding growl.
She sinks her hands into her hair and starts yanking. “No no no! It’s too much!” she cries, pressing her head so tightly to the bars I know it must hurt.
She refuses to turn around, so I’ll go to her. I walk up to her slowly, soundlessly, and with one hand I move her hair away from her neck and kiss where her shoulder meets it. She freezes, body trembling involuntarily. I kiss up her neck, over her artery, and hear the blood thrumming through her body. I gasp, surprised, and run my lips over that artery with such a loving caress it makes my heart hurt. Hunger rips through me in a pang more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. I have a desire to bite her neck, to drink her blood.
“Sebastian?” she whispers, disbelieving, and when she turns to face me I see my reflection in her teary eyes. My reflection, which now bares long menacing fangs. “Sebastian!” she wails, throwing herself into my arms.
I fold my body around hers, disbelief coursing through my veins so fast that when realization hits my brain, I nearly fall over from the impact.
“I’m your Forever Bound…” I say breathlessly as I cup her face and turn her to look at me. “You turned me, not killed me!”
She smiles through her tear-stained face, her own hands searching my face just as shocked as I am.
“Fate is a really funny thing, isn’t it?” I laugh, and press my lips to hers just to prove to us this is really happening. “She’s got a fucked sense of humor…” I back Fayla into the bars, the kiss igniting a different kind of burn inside me.
“I knew you were mine…” Fayla whispers. She reaches behind her, grabs the bars over her head, and heaves her body up. Her legs lock around my waist, my cock growing harder and harder by the second.
“For the rest of forever…” I exhale, reaching between us to angle myself inside her.
I power inside in one smooth thrust.
Her body clings to me, both inside and out, the sensations so much more than they ever were as a human. She’s looking at me with raw need, and when I thrust inside, I grin. I’m stronger than her now, stronger and with increased stamina. Her eyes grow wide when I slam inside a bit too hard, but then a craze clouds those beautiful eyes and she slams herself down on me harder.
“I can’t break you anymore…” She smiles, arching her back and tilting her head into the bars. “Take me, Sebastian Bane. I’m yours!”
With her legs locked around me, her body thrusting as if gravity doesn’t exist, I grab the bars next to the ones she’s holding and thrust powerfully. We both gasp, surprised and elated as pleasure we’ve never imagined courses through our veins. Soon, I can’t hold myself back. I lose control, violently pulling in and out of her so hard that the bars themselves are starting to shake.
Dust falls from the ceiling, smaller pebbles dislodging and dropping around us. We’re both like marble, the rocks sliding off us without even feeling like so much of a feather against the skin. The monsters outside the cell begin to stir, watching us as if coming awake. They come closer, moaning with wide dead mouths, but their attention is diverted. They don’t approach the cell itself. They start to gather at the stairs to the dungeon, as if trying to escape. As if running for their lives.
