Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
3 - Ryet
Ryet doesn’t live here anymore
When I wake up, I’m craving blood, my dick is hard, and Syrsee is gone.
It’s like this every day and I’m sick of it. All I want is her. I want to drink her, and fuck her, and then sleep with her, only to wake up and do it all again.
Sometimes I feel a little guilty about all my carnal wants and needs, but it’s not the worst way to waste a life. And anyway, I have a strong suspicion that this phase we’re going through right now where all we crave is each other won’t last.
I just want to make the most of it. I mean, for all I know there will come a time when she repulses me and never again will I lust for her the way I do now.
I don’t want that to happen, but since when does anyone care about what I want?
Never. No one ever asked me if this is what I wanted. It would be nice to given a choice. But even if I did have a choice, what would I do?
I think about leaving. This whole mountain. This world. I think about digging a hole in the earth and burying us inside it, never to see the light of day again.
I’d do it. I would. But only if I could take Syrsee with me, and she likes what she does here. She’s reading books. I can’t take that away from her. It was my promise. You will read the books. That’s what I told her. Well, actually, what I told her was… You’re gonna read the books and find us a cure.
A cure. What a joke, not to mention a lie.
Not sure there is an actual cure for what I am, but more importantly, I don’t want to be cured. There’s nothing to cure. I am who I am. And Syrsee is who she is too.
This is us.
It took my whole life to get here. Ninety-three years, to be exact. That’s the sum total of my first life, when I was born, and my second, when Paul began my transformation from scion to vampire.
No. I am not here to be cured. I’m here to let the Guild poke and prod me until Syrsee gets what she came for, which is those books and the knowledge contained within.
I’m certain that if I asked her to choose—me, and the blood, and sex, and the dirt, or those books—she would choose me. But I would never ask her to do that. To give up what she wants so I can have what I want. It needs to be mutual or it’ll never work.
And I really, really want it to work.
So happy medium it is.
She doesn’t tell me about what she does in the library, but I don’t tell her what they do to me in the lab, so I guess we’re even.
Suddenly, Paul is in bed next to me, his warm body pressing into mine. His naked body. He chuckles. “You miss me, don’t you?”
I look at him, squinting, trying to decide—as I do every morning when he appears like this—if he’s real or not. I’ve asked him, of course I’ve asked him. But he doesn’t ever answer me. All he wants to do is touch me. And drink me. And feed me.
And, since Syrsee is never here when I wake up, I let him.
Mostly because I don’t think it’s real. It’s some kind of dreamwalk, which is kind of real, but not real enough for it to feel like cheating.
And anyway, Syrsee, and Paul, and I are connected whether we want to be or not. He’s part of this—whatever this is. And maybe he’s appearing to her the same way? Maybe she lets him touch her, and drink her, and feed her as well?
I wouldn’t actually care if she did. I have no feelings of jealousy about Paul. This detachment isn’t rational because he’s handsome, powerful, seductive, and charming—in his own way. So I should be jealous. I’m just… not. Whatever relationship Syrsee has with Paul, it’s not what she has with me. Same goes for him and I. I wouldn’t want him to disappear, but I would choose Syrsee over him without hesitation.
So I don’t think Syrsee would care that I’m spending my mornings with fake Paul after she leaves.
“I do miss you,” I say, finally answering his question. He doesn’t need to ask this question every time we meet up, he knows I miss him. He just likes to hear it.
And once the words come out of my mouth, his hand is sliding up my bare leg. It glides right over my hard cock and then up my chest. His palm comes to a rest on my cheek and then he turns my face towards him so we can look each other in the eyes.