The Vampires Torment

Chapter Eight

Seraphina POV

I stare into my mate's amber eyes and I'm lost. They are so beautiful, one might compare them to the bright and blazing early morning sun. Maybe the Moon Goddess heard my prayer for guidance after all.

My father always said that when he stared into my mother’s eyes, he felt like he was staring at his personal glimpse of a heavenly world. I always thought he was being a little overdramatic. Okay, extremely overdramatic! How could staring into someone's eyes make you feel like you're on some sort of heavenly cloud? Or as my father used to state, "I was staring at my own personal glimpse of a heavenly world." That's not realistic. There is no such thing. However, I never dared to say that to his face. I didn't have the heart to. You wouldn't either if you witnessed the look of love in his eyes.

There was a dreamy fog tint inside of my father's haunted eyes when he told Ruq, Farrah, and me the stories of his time with our mother. They made my heart swell with joy, but sometimes the stories could be compared to fairy tales. They sounded ridiculous, in all honesty. Impossible, really.

I was never able to connect reality with his fictional choice of words. I can now.

I've never seen someone as enchanting as my mate. He's so mysterious and deadly. His eyes are the shade of the purest honey. Fascinating. He has thick, dark brown eyebrows that are a tad darker than his thick, wavy, and tousled mahogany hair. It reflects the sun’s gentle light, penetrating its smooth layers. His hair is wild and untamed, and I can't help but want to run my hands through it just to get another glimpse of his god-given face.

I bet he would look extremely handsome with his hair slicked back. He’d look sexy with his hair pushed back. Who am I kidding? This man would look hot even if he was bald.

He's gorgeous. He is just that handsome. While staring at him, I feel like I'm staring at the golden gates of a heavenly world covered in vines.

I lick my lips, once again enjoying the sweet taste of his blood. No wonder my wolf follows his every command with no complaints. Usually, my wolf would whine about me showing compliance. She's the complete opposite of me. She hates falling in line. She hates following orders.

But it's different with him. Apparently, she feels the need to follow him to the end of the world. She feels like we are destined to follow his lead, which is just flat-out weird if you ask me. This is not some type of movie or fictional story. This is real life, and in real life, people don't fall in love at first sight. That's not realistic.

No matter how he looks, and boy does he look good.

I guess that's why I can't stop staring at him.

His oval face structure has been painted to perfection, a masterpiece. I'm in awe of his majestic features. His nose has a dramatic curve shape and prominent bridge, resembling the beak of a predatory bird. His pretty, pink, and plump lips are shaped into a heart, kissable. There's a dauntless and dangerous air about him that calls to my inner light. It’s pulling me in with ease.

I want to explore his wicked world of wonders, which is really weird.

Typically, I would run from danger. I would attempt to flee, but in his arms, I feel safe. I'm attracted to his danger; it’s exciting. There’s something different about him.

Obviously, he’s a vampire. Wait! He’s a vampire. My inner warning bells start to ring and buzz, going off. My mate is a vampire. Oh, my Goddess!

Oh, my Goddess. I'm lost for words. I'm just trying to register it all. Seraphina Blackwood's mate is a vampire. A freaking vampire! Out of all the careful creatures in this hell of a world, my Goddess paired me with a reckless creature as such. Of course, she did!

Of course, my destined pairing would be a frustration of the stars. It’s just my luck.

I like to believe that I’m a civilized person. A good person, and bad things always happen to good people.

Be grateful, Seraphina, my inner voice suddenly scolds. Yeah, be grateful, my wolf almost growls inside of my head.

I mean, that sounded bad. It’s not that my mate being a vampire is a bad thing to me. I could care less if he was a frog, but being with my mate is like basically being a lamb that unfortunately stumbled into a pack of wolves. It’s dangerous. My mate would be endangered because of me.

We're doomed! I open my mouth to speak, but again I’m speechless. I really seem to lose my vocal cords.

Right now, all I can do is stare at him. I told you. I’m lost. It’s just me and him. He is all I can see, hear, and feel. Me and my wolf. We are lost inside of him... and we don’t ever want to be found. We want to stay right here. At this moment in time, we're lost in the wicked world of the wondrous him.

Plus, he tastes just as good as he looks.

Rumor has it that vampire blood can make you feel high. I never was the type to listen to rumors. Only an i***t would accept a rumor, I thought. Well, I guess I’m stuck on stupid! Possibly the biggest fool to ever exist because I’m here to tell you that the rumors are true.

I’m buzzed. Completely stoned-face! Yup, I’m officially a hippie, high off life and high in love.

I’m in a zone. It feels like we have been staring at each other for a long while until he finally decides to break the spell. His eyes scan the forest. Obviously, he’s searching for something or someone.

“Hey, you,” I find the courage to speak, gaining his attention.

His honey and vines-tainted eyes fall back onto me. “Hey, you,” he speaks, sending chills down my back. Seriously, why does his voice sound like a siren singing? His voice does strange things to me. My heart flutters inside my chest like fire fluttering in the wind, and my skin buzzes from a sudden force of electricity, sticking like lightning.

“What’s your name?” he questions me with a soft smile, and I swear to Goddess my heart stops, flops, and then beats again. The wickedly delightful feeling that comes to me when this man smiles. It’s magnificent.

“Oh, where are my manners,” I excuse myself. “I’m Seraphina,” I tell him in a hurry. “My name is Seraphina Destiny Blackwood.”

“Seraphina Destiny Blackwood,” he repeats, tilting his head to the side. “Interesting.” The sound of my name rolling off his tongue makes a volcano erupt inside me. I completely disregard the other word that fell from his lips. What did he say again? “Interesting,” I think. I don’t believe that my name is really that interesting. Now what I do believe is interesting is the way his hair hangs over his angelic face. Now, that’s what you call interesting.

I want to touch his hair. I really, really want to touch him.

“Seraphina,” he states my first name with a teasing smile. You would think that he knows the effect that he has on me. There is no way. We’re not bonded, claimed, or mated. This is real life, Seraphina, I use my own voice of reason against myself. Remember that! Stop overthinking it, be cool! He cannot feel what I feel, yet.

“Yes, I’m Seraphina,” I say quietly, almost in a whisper. Why am I whispering? It’s just us. There is no need to be shy, Seraphina. I give myself another little pep talk. “What’s your name?”

“What’s my name?” His eyes sparkle with amusement. “What’s my name,” this time he almost laughs. He lowers his face dangerously close to my own face, officially being the core heat that suddenly has my body drenched in a thick coat of sweat. The skin-to-skin contact is too much to bear. He gives me a fever.

Especially when he presses his forehead on top of my forehead, looks me deep into my eyes, and then answers, “My name is Cyrus,” he huskily declares. Oh, my! It’s getting hot out here, which is also impossible. We’re in Canada and the month is December. Yes, I’m officially burnt to a crisp, or at least my brain is fried.

“My name is Cyrus, Seraphina Blackwood.” Wow, the way he says my name and his.

His name is Cyrus. “Cyrus and Seraphina sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-ING!” Celine’s voice pops inside my head, figuratively speaking, of course.

Seriously, it does have a nice ring to it. Cyrus, I mean. His name has a nice ring to it. It fits him. I swear, I’ve heard it before, but I can’t place my finger on it. What’s his last name?

“Just Cyrus,” I question. Surely, he has a last name. Do vampires even have last names?

“Just Cyrus,” he tells me, answering my unspoken question. I guess they don’t. “But you may call me Cyrus the Great if it suits you,” he releases a hearty laugh and then winks at me. He is so cocky.

However, Cyrus the Great does kind of suit him. Personally, I would go with Cyrus the Glorious or more like, Cyrus the Gorgeous.

“Why do you smell like a Lucian, Seraphina Blackwood?” his next question catches

me off guard. How does he know Lucian?

I open my mouth to ask just that when suddenly I hear the loud ruffling of leaves and then I hear him, Lucian’s voice.

He roars my name like I’m his most prized possession and I’ve been stolen. What is it with this guy? First, he demands that I leave and now, all of a sudden, he wants me to come back. Make it make sense!

Seconds later, he appears in the small clearing of the forest, followed by Kenneth and Mathews. All three look to be in a frenzy, wild. I notice they are naked, which means they shifted back into their human forms.

I feel like a deer caught in headlights. They look wild, indeed. They’re panting, clearly out of breath. They must have been searching for me for a long while. How long was I missing?