A Shade Of Vampire: A Shade Of Novak Part 3

I'd suggested that he rest after the trauma of the morning, in order to prepare for what he was to do. Now it was nighttime.

We both fell silent. Now that the time we had agreed upon had approached, blood rushed to my cheeks again. I was sure that we were both thinking the same thing.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him. His face was now serious, his eyes intense.

"Well," I muttered. "I guess it's time."

Without another word, he stood up and, scooping me up in his arms, walked out of the room. As we pa.s.sed the living room, we saw Vivienne and Xavier sitting together on the couch.

"You're going to do it now?" she asked.

Derek nodded.

They both got up and approach us, but Derek shook his head.

"We won't be needing either of you. I can handle her... whatever state she might be in once she's turned."

He rushed out before either of them could respond. We took the elevator down to the ground and he began whipping through the trees. His speed left me struggling to breathe as I tightened my hold around him.

We pa.s.sed right by the clearing where Vivienne had turned Derek earlier.

"Where are we going?"

"You do realize that this is the last night we'll both be the way we were when we first met? When I first fell in love with you."

I nodded as his words sank in.

Derek, a vampire. Me, a human.

We ran along the beach, along the outskirts of the wall, until we reached a cl.u.s.ter of giant boulders. He climbed up over them. After a few minutes, it came into view.

The lighthouse.

All the memories that came with the place washed over me and I had to fight to hold back tears.

He approached it and sped up the stairs. Once we reached the top, he pushed the door open to the cozy circular room and laid me down on the four-poster bed we had brought up here especially for occasions when we took time away from everybody.

He walked around the room, drawing the red velvet curtains and lighting the candles that surrounded the bed.

"I had my fun earlier," he said, approaching the bed and looking down at me through his dark lashes. "Now this is your night, Sofia. Your fantasy."

My throat went dry as he removed his s.h.i.+rt, revealing his ripped torso.

"So, baby. What would you like to do first?"

"I... I, uh..."

He c.o.c.ked his head to one side.

"Sofia Novak tongue-tied? What's wrong?" He ripped off his jeans in one sudden movement, revealing his underwear. "Do I intimidate you?"

I swallowed hard.

He knelt down on the bed and pushed me back. Crawling over me until his face was above mine, he held my arms over my head.

What is wrong with me? I was breathless as a teenager whose first crush had just walked into the room.

I closed my eyes as his lips found the softest, most sensitive part of my neck, just beneath my ear. He ran his tongue against it, then I sensed the slightest sc.r.a.pe of his fangs.

I exhaled sharply.

"Do you want this, Sofia?" he whispered, reaching behind my back and unzipping my dress.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Do you really want it?" he asked, pulling the dress over my head and unclasping my bra.

"Yes."

Gripping the front of my bra between his teeth, he tossed it over his shoulder. Then he lowered his head to my panties and, biting through the elastic, disposed of them too.

"And you want me to do it to you?" he asked, now running his wide palms along my thighs.

"Duh," I gasped.

The shadow of a smile crossed his lips.

I s.h.i.+vered as he positioned himself over my hips.

"All right," he whispered. "If you insist."

Chapter 1: Sofia.

Twelve years later...

"Summer camp at seventeen. Are you serious, Mom?"

I stared at my daughter. Her long dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, her beautiful green eyes fixed on me.

My Rose. Princess of The Shade.

"Ben!" she called.

The door swung open and her brother came storming into the dining room.

"You're not going to believe this," she said, rolling her eyes in my direction. "Mom wants us to go to summer camp again this year."

"What?"

Ben, my prince. He looked so much like his father it was uncanny. He towered above us, looking from me to Rose. As soon as he laid eyes on his sister, his expression mimicked hers. He turned on me.

"Seriously, Mom? Last year, okay, but this year? We're way too old."

I couldn't help but giggle at their outrage. "Oh, I'm sorry, old man," I said, patting his shoulder. "Are your knees playing up again?"

"Dad!" Ben called. When Derek didn't answer, Ben went storming back out of the room in search of him.

"Hey, Mom. Can I have an early birthday present?" Rose asked, looking up at me innocently through her long dark lashes.

"What?"

"Don't send me to summer camp," she deadpanned.

"You two!" I said. "It's not the same one you went to last time. It's not even called a summer camp. It's a survival training course. It'll be heaps of fun. It's on a little island off the coast of Scotland. Look, here's the brochure. As you can see on the first page, this is for ages seventeen to twenty-five, so you'll be the youngest ones there. Granddad's already booked it and-"

"Oh, so it's old enough for both of my parents to go. That's great," Rose said, eyeing the brochure. "How about you two go instead of us?"

"Watch it," Derek said, as he entered the room with Ben. He was still dressed in his pajamas and was carrying a book under his arm. "The two of you aren't going to make it to seventeen if you're not careful." Derek bared his fangs at Rose. "You'll forever be almost-seventeen-year-old vampires." He caught hold of Ben and nuzzled him.

Ben ducked out of Derek's grip and walked over to his sister, standing at the opposite side of the table from us. "Did you agree to this?" Ben stared at his father accusingly.

"Oh, yes," Derek said. "In fact, I was the one who suggested it."

They both groaned.

"Why do you want us to go so much?" Rose asked.

"We've been through this before, sweetheart." I sighed. "This is going to be your last year of having the opportunity to go outside and be normal. You keep saying you want to turn into vampires. Well, this is the price we're making you pay, because you'll thank us for it five hundred years from now. You'll think back on this time fondly."

"Five hundred years stuck with you two," Ben muttered under his breath. "Maybe I'll stay a human."

"You've been begging us to turn you since you were eight years old," I reminded him.

He fell silent.

"Now," I said. "You're leaving the day after your birthday. That's in three days' time. So I suggest you start packing now. Look at this list of stuff to take and let me know if there's anything we don't have."

With that, I caught Derek's hand and we left the room.

"They complain every year," I said to him. "But when they come back they've had the time of their lives. Teenagers. They have to find something to complain about or their day isn't complete." I kissed Derek's cheek and said, "I'm going to see Corrine."

"All right, baby," he said, retreating into his study.

I left the penthouse and made my way toward the Sanctuary. I knocked on the door. Ibrahim answered, holding a mug of some type of exotic-smelling spiced tea in his hand.

"Hi, Ibrahim."

"h.e.l.lo, Sofia. How can I help?"

"I'm here for Corrine. Is she in?"

"No, she's at the school."

I thanked him and walked back through the woods until I reached The Shade's bustling town center-the Vale. The school was in a large white building in the middle of the main square. I entered and walked through the corridors, scanning each cla.s.sroom as I went. I stopped suddenly as I caught sight of my father-now a vampire-leaning against a desk in one of the cla.s.srooms. He was talking to Adelle, the headmistress of the school. She was a tall, striking auburn-haired witch who looked as though she was in her mid-thirties.

She'd arrived on the island seventeen years ago, along with Ibrahim and a group of other witches who'd abandoned The Sanctuary in favor of living with us. We were indebted to these witches in so many ways. We could not have rebuilt The Shade into what it was today without them. Before they arrived, thanks to The Elders and their children, our island had been a complete wreck. Now, the island was better and more beautiful than ever before.

"Oh, hi, Sofia," Aiden said, noticing me by the door.

It was still bizarre to see him as a vampire. He had finally caved in about a year after Derek and I had become vampires. He'd detested himself at first, but over the years he'd grown used to it. Recently I'd noticed him having some particularly long conversations with Adelle. I hadn't dared ask him about their friends.h.i.+p yet, but I couldn't miss the attraction that sparked in his eyes every time he laid eyes on her. It warmed my heart that he might finally be opening up to another woman. And this time, to a woman who deserved him.

"Hi, Dad," I said. "Don't mind me."

I smiled to myself as I left them in privacy. I continued walking along the corridors in hopes of spotting Corrine. That was when I saw Abby. She was sitting behind a desk in a small office, shuffling papers and making notes.

She looked up as soon as I entered. Abigail Hudson was now a beautiful young woman, her long blonde hair wrapped in a neat bun above her head, her light blue eyes gazing at me. Her resemblance to her brother was so striking I often found myself needing to take a few moments aside after speaking to her, as tears threatened to spill down my cheeks.

Years ago, we'd turned her back into a human so she could grow up. She'd remained as one until she reached eighteen, and then she'd wanted to turn back into a vampire. I'd turned her myself. Now she worked here alongside the witches as a school teacher, and she clearly adored every moment of it.

"Hi, Sofia," she said, grinning. "How can I help?"

"Do you know where Corrine is?" I asked. "Ibrahim said she was here in the school somewhere."

"She's with Anna in the dining hall."

"Thanks, Abby."

I turned and left the room. Arriving in the dining hall-a large high-ceilinged room with long wooden tables running the length of it-I saw Corrine sitting with Anna in the far corner.

They appeared deep in conversation, so I waited by the door, but my acute sense of hearing couldn't help but pick up on their conversation.

"I think we'll only need one more round of blood," Corrine said. "After that, I'm sure we have enough to recreate more samples from what you've given us over the years. We've stored it all carefully."

Of course. Corrine had mentioned to me that she'd be having this conversation with Anna. Since Anna was now the only immune that we had on this island, her blood was immensely valuable.

She'd given us generous amounts of her blood so that we could store it and use it for any vampires who wanted to turn back into humans. Over the years, the witches had managed to develop a way to duplicate her blood and mix it with animal blood that would have the same effect when consumed by a vampire. Had they not done this, too much of Anna's blood would have been needed to ensure that we would never run out. The witches stored the samples securely in three separate parts of the island-that way even if disaster happened, it was unlikely that we'd lose everything. Vampires would continue to have the option to turn back into humans, even after Anna died.

Anna's straight black hair flowed down her shoulders, her eyes on Corrine. When she wasn't giving blood or spending time with her family, she a.s.sisted in the island's pre-school. She was well into her thirties now, and a large b.u.mp protruded from her stomach. This would be her third child with Kyle.

It was strange to think that I would be her age now had I not asked Derek to turn me. My heart ached as I looked at her. I owed her more than I could ever repay. Yet I felt powerless to hold on to her.