Spellbound - Chapter 83

"I will be alright, love."

She had said that so naturally and his body stiffened at the words of endearment. This was the very first time she had ever used an endearment towards him and the effect on him – even though he was in this state – was just as unnerving.

The sweet endearment swirled around inside him like some kind of spell, scattering his thoughts and erasing every struggle, every pain and insatiable hunger that even wildness and ferocity of the monster within seemed to have been momentarily reigned in for the moment.

Then there was that confident and natural way she was talking about how he should just bite into her and drink of her blood. Where did she even muster up such courage? The way she was going about it was as if they were just referring to plain old water or even wine. Did she not realise that this was not something one can just take off on a free-flow basis? They were talking life giving blood here. He felt the situation was so surreal that the thought that this was in his dream even crossed his mind, as he blinked and stared down at his little wife. He ended up shaking his head in the attempt to clear the cobwebs in his head.

"No… Evie," He said wretchedly, finally regaining some bit of his sanity. How on earth had it come to this? He had vowed to himself that he would never let anyone bite his wife – not even himself. The humans and most vampires were not aware of this but once a human had been bitten by a vampire, there were actually certain changes that would start to occur in them. First was the scent of the blood of the human that was bitten would start to become stronger with time. Normally, a human's scent, as long as they are not wounded, was very faint to the point that most vampires could not pick up their scent if they do not sniff for them at a close enough distance. But once a human has been bitten, the scent of their blood will become apparent and incredibly enticing, very similar to an inviting and strong perfume.

This was why, humans who have been bitten are in more danger of the vampires. Their scent would come as pure seduction – functioning as an undeniable siren's call – and most vampires would not be able to resist that desirous temptation. Thankfully, each human has different scents that they exude individually and most have an average scent that vampires had found to be not that sweet to their palate, despite it being so aromatically strong. It tends to carry a more earthy and muddled taste that was mixed in with their scent. So, the vampires have since then, been able to pair that unsavoury taste when scenting the not-so-sweet undertones of a human's blood scent. It was found that the vampires were highly partial to the sweeter and flowery scent of some human's blood as they had found that the humans who exude these scents to have blood that tastes honeyed, floral, and crystal clear – which invigorates them like nothing else could.

But Evie's scent… Gavriel had noticed it ever since the first time he met her. Every time he inhaled the air anywhere near her, he could smell her scent and to him, it was the sweetest perfume he had ever smelled. He did not even dare to imagine how her scent would change once she was bitten or bleeding.

This was why Gavriel had been very careful in handling her. It would be a disaster if she was wounded or bitten. Moreover, he knew that one of the humans' greatest fear was getting bitten by a vampire and he was well aware that Evie felt the same way. No sane human would ever want to be bitten by a bloodsucker and end up becoming a vampire's blood supplier. He had sworn early on that he would never let her go through such an experience in her lifetime. He would do anything and everything to never let that happen to her. He had promised to protect her. But now, this was happening. He never once thought he would end up being the one she needed protection from.

Gavriel searched desperately for a way to dissuade her. Not her! He cannot do this to her! Not to mention the danger. She had faith in him, but he did not have the same faith in himself with this monster residing inside of him.

He must send her away now when he is still mentally aware. Before his sanity could be swallowed and overwhelmed by the monster again.

However, just as he was about to pull away, Evie's arms around his head pulled him back without any warning, burying his face into her neck.

"Don't fight it anymore, love. It will be alright." She assured him patiently, one hand gently caressing his hair as how a mother would caress her child to calm him down.

It was too late for Gavriel to protest. Because it was then that his sharp fangs had already grazed across her skin and a small trickle of blood flowed from that small wound.

Her scent, that heavenly scent of her blood immediately raced through every fibre of his body and his throat was suddenly on fire, not just his throat but his entire being was on fire! And this blood was the only thing that could quench this all-consuming fire burning in his soul. It was the only thing that could save him from the fire that was burning him.

At that moment, he was nothing but a predator.

Everything was a blur in his mind. His view was obliterated by nothing but hunger and before he knew it, he had tasted her blood. Her sweet, sweet blood. And heavens… it was something he never thought would actually exist in this world. Even his monster thought the same.

Gavriel felt like rain had finally fell in the inferno that was burning him up. But he just could not get enough of it. The hunger was as extreme as hellfire. As he continued drinking up the sweetest blood he had ever tasted, the pleasure consumed him. For the first time, he was one with the monster. And they both savoured the divine blood that seemed fated just for them.

A moan of greatest pleasure echoed around that dark cold place. Evie was starting to feel strange. Then she felt a sharp searing pain.

Her grip on his hair loosened and her mind began to swirl.

"Gav…" she uttered. She knew it was time for her to stop him. But he did not look sated yet. Not even close. He was still drawing on her like a starved beast. However, she knew that she needed to stop him now before it was too late.

"Gavriel." She called out again, clutching on tightly to his hair again. But Gavriel seized her shoulders, squeezing her against him in an iron grip. His strength was already back and there was no sign of him letting go.

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