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haven’t got much time. I have made my decision. Now make yours.” I can feel my body starting to tighten, its fear of the sun is worse than what my mind wishes to allow. The pull to find cover is evident in Sam’s eyes as he stares at me.

  “It will be the worst pain you have ever felt,” he explains, with a voice full of love and fear.

  “I can take it as long as you are here with me. Hold me Sam.”

  I lean into his arms and my body rejoices as he pulls me onto his lap and holds me close. As the sky lightens, Sam whispers in my ear how much he loves me and recollects the first moment he saw me, and knew that I would be his, though he feared that happening. I smile at the old coot and remember the first time I laid eyes on him: his stoic stance, blue eyes and captivating attitude. My body begs me to leave this place and find cover or at least shade. Instead I hold on tight to Sam. Sam releases me gently, laying me on my side then he lies beside me. He brings his lips to mine in a passionate kiss as the first ray of light steals upon us, causing me to jerk forward where he has lain the breadth of his body flush with mine. Sam kisses me harder as the fire traces my leg. From the position we are lying, I know that the rays of light are upon Sam as well.

  “I love you”, Sam rasps through the pain as he pulls me back into our kiss. Though the excruciating pain travels the length of my leg, demanding all of my attention, I can still taste the sweet smoke that brands Sam’s lips from centuries of smoking. My body not only heats from the sun but also from Sam's mouth against mine. I fight the urge to scream as the entire sky brightens above us. I see that Sam struggles to hide his pain as well. My fangs extend in a natural reaction to the pain, but I’m not scared. Sam is here with me, forever. There is nothing left to fear. Sam’s fang nicks my lips sending a gush of blood inside his mouth and as he writhes under the harsh rays of light, I nick his tongue, allowing the rush of warm coppery sweet blood to fill my mouth, completing the bond that we had created so many years before.

  In this world I expected little if nothing at all, and now in this world I could not exist without love. I guess we are not beasts after all.

 

 

 

 

 

  Fiction titles by Inger Iversen:

 

  Few Are Angels

  Running In The Dark

 

 

  Learn more about the author and her work at:

  www.IngerIversen.com