chapter 10;
- ice kisses fire;

BLEIZ HASN'T IMAGINED HIS FIRST KISS LIKE THAT. But nobody has ever had a kiss of their own fantasies. He has dreamt of a kiss in the rain, surrounded by the sweet fragrances of flowers. How cliché. Maybe, he has just seen too many movies, for staying realistic. Why should someone kiss anybody else in the rain? It was wet, cold and the sky grey. Such a stupid thing in movies.

However, Bleiz has never thought, that a kiss could feel like this. At the first seconds, it felt weird, to have suddenly another mouth on his own. Soft skin, which even tickled lightly. For some moments, the wolf-boy hasn't even known, what to do. He has been like frozen, almost scared, it would make the vampire to let go again. But this wasn't the case.
Slowly, Donovan's cold lips were moving against his own, taking the lead, which Bleiz followed after a while. His hand wandered up, to his neck, stroking through the black hair. The universe seemed to stop around them. There was no time, no pain, no fear and hurt. Everything around them was disappearing into an endless nothing.

Donovan leaned a bit more forward, scared, to hurt him, if he will lay on top of Bleiz. Well, the smaller one had different plans. Beneath a few seconds, he pulled the immortal down on his chest, keeping him as close as possible.

Their lips were creating their own love-song, mixed with the sweet, almost poisonous scent of desire. Softly, Bleiz stroke his back along, carefully touching him with his nails. A slight groan escaped Donovan's throat, not used to such light and lovely touches, which turned him more on, than he could've thought. He wouldn't let his own, sinful desire win above him. Not now. Not with this, lovely boy. No matter how tight his pants felt now.

Indeed, the kiss felt so much better than he has imagined the cliché one in a movie. So sweet and tender, his heart almost shattered in his chest. Even if Donovan's lips were cold, he got a warm feeling in his chest, wandering through his body, reaching out for his heart. He let himself go, not holding on the control anymore. A soft, light moan escaped his throat, causing him to blush.

Slowly, Donovan pulled away of the Bleiz, looking deeply in his eyes. A small angel, with pink cheeks, swollen lips and tumbled hair. So innocent and sweet. His forbidden fruit. He felt almost sinful, how he has kissed this innocent creature, like he has stolen his soul, to make it to his own.

With a slight smile, Bleiz' gaze wandered up to him. The feeling of the beautiful, soft, but cold lips against his own were still in his mind. He could feel their gentle touches and movements. Light as a feather, yet as loving as a sweet song of a bird in the morning. Again, he caught himself, how he got lost in his oceans of eyes. Such an intense and pretty blue. Perfection was rare, but it seemed like he has finally found his perfection. The man on top of him was the definition of it, he could already tell.

"You're alright, little?", Donovan asked, pressing a small kiss on his temple. He couldn't explain why, but the need to protect him grew fast. Bleiz seemed to be so vulnerable and tiny underneath him. Purity, paired with such a pretty face was a gift and Donovan had no idea, how he has deserved this. Just in time, he came. And again, he thought, that this sweet boy must be an angel. Maybe there was a god, or something else, up there, who has sent this wonderful creature to him.

"Yes, I am very well. And you?", Bleiz wanted to know, stroking gently above his cheek. Again, he could feel Donovan's cold lips on his forehead. Out of instinct, the wolf boy closed his eyes, pulling the immortal more against his body. The coldness of him was a gift for Bleiz

"I don't think, I've ever felt better in the last few years", Donovan admitted, giving another kiss on his cheek. Indeed, he has never really felt better before. He couldn't even remember, when he has felt so good in his entire life. His hand stroke gently above Bleiz' warm chest, stopping right above his heart. His heart pounded fast against him. Fast and loud, like a racehorse. But it calmed the man. Indeed, it was a wonderful sound. The sound of living. The sound of feelings, which shouldn't be there because of the monster he was. Again, he studied Bleiz, whose cheeks were covered with a pink shade, and eyes only half open. A stunning, beautiful creature. How could beauty have mixed with such purity? Normally, a person was either beautiful, or pure. Not both at the same time.

Bleiz' breath went heavy, as he could feel the movements of Donovan's hand. It felt like goosebumps went through his whole body and a soft gasp escaped him. These touches. These wonderful, soft and gentle touches. Despite the good coldness from his fingers, he could feel through his shirt. It let his muscle tremble, tensing his complete body. A new, yet amazing feeling for him. He closed his eyes a bit more, which caused his other senses to sharpen. The fingertips of the immortal felt now a bit more intense against his chest, just like the hot peppermint-breath of him.

"Please look at me. You have such beautiful, brown eyes", Donovan whispered, even if the picture in front of him already costed his mind. Or at least the ability to think straight. Of course, Bleiz obeyed him, opening his eyes again, to found himself drowning in his loving gaze. "What are you doing with me, little one?" Donovan's voice was only a whisper now, slowly starting to crack. Maybe he was even under a spell, without knowing it? Maybe he was also only dreaming? Else, he couldn't explain this hurricane of feelings inside his body. He found himself locked in the brown, dark eyes of this angel, absolutely amazed and stunned.

"I have no idea, Donovan. You tell me", Bleiz answered, his voice hoarse, even shaking a bit. Bleiz stroke his jawline along. It was sharp, almost unnatural defined. "I just had to look at you and know everything", he admitted, stroking almost dreamy through his hair with the other hand. "I started to understand, why the Earth was circling the Sun and why gravity holds me down. It made all sense now", he hummed, smiling a bit. Softly, the wolf – boy pressed a kiss on his temple, closing his eyes, as he felt the smooth, cold skin against his warm lips.

A surprised purr escaped Donovan, looking almost ashamed to the side. Damn, he was a predator, a monster, and not a kitten. But the soft kiss has felt so wonderful. So new and sweet. Like the boy really cared about him. He asked himself, if Elizabeth has ever kissed him like that. So loving and sweet. Well, she hasn't been warm, that was for sure. He has listened to Bleiz' candy words, smiling a little. "I don't really understand this, but it sounds like something good", Donovan commented, stroking with his fingertips the long neck of him along.

"Indeed, it is good. To be honest, it is even very good." Bleiz enjoyed the gentle touches of the immortal, so he closed his eyes again. His senses were focused on the stunning man on top of him, feeling his cold fingers against his warm skin. Ice touched fire. By this thought, the corners of his mouth were twitching, curling to a light smile, while he slowly drifted off in a sleep.

With fascination, Donovan studied him. It was almost adorable, how quickly the smaller one has drifted off to sleep. In gentle movements, the immortal stroke his back along, caressing his warm skin. He had no idea, when he has seen the last time a creature sleep. At least, as deep like that. Of course, he also had sometimes to sleep, but his sleep was more awake, then really drift in the sweet lands of the night. Softly, Donovan brushed with his tongue above his cheek, frowning a bit, as he felt the small unevenness of tiny scars.

How could they get there? And how could someone hurt this soft boy? He has never met such an innocent and warm creature. The thought alone, someone has hurt Bleiz, let him frown in disgust. Maybe he would ask him later. But now, Donovan found himself staring at him, his peacefully face. If anyone will come near to the small boy on top of his chest, he would rip them into pieces.

"I will always protect you. I don't know why, or what makes me to feel like that, but I promise this. Nothing will ever harm you again, little. I would rather die than have you bleeding in my arms", he promised, his voice only a whisper. Still, the whole situation was confusing for Donovan. His feelings for Bleiz have been there so fast. To be honest, he even had this powerful affection for him, since the first time, they've looked into each other's eyes. Like someone has pushed a button, which has activated these strange, but wonderful love to him.

Love. Was he in love with him? The way he held him in his arms, like he wanted to hide him from this world. His promise to protect him and the memories of the sweet, soft touches on his skin ... Indeed, every point spoke for it. Donovan was in love, even if he had no idea why and how. But he wouldn't tell it Bleiz. Not know. Maybe later, when some time has passed, and they've spent every day together. Maybe they would watch cringe romantic movies, or he would even like House of Cards. Maybe they would laugh then about everything and Donovan would kiss him, looking deeply in his eyes, whispering the three, sweet words.

Maybe his arms would be tightened now around the tiny body of his little sweetheart on top, if he has known, that someone was watching them.

Elizabeth was a different kind of a woman. Not only her immortality and attractive looks made her differ from the rest. Also, not her inhuman grace, which made people weak, was the reason why she was so different. It was more the way, she really was.

The night with this model – Tristan was his name – has been long, full of burning and hot passion. He had a bad temper, was wild, young and absolutely beautiful. Blue eyes and black hair. A sharp, defined jawline and a strong, muscular body. Definitely her type of man.

But still, even with the beauty in her arms, she had to think about someone else. Donovan. Well, maybe it was because her pretty lover, or now ex-lover, has searched for something, she couldn't give him. Whatever it has seemed to be, because Elizabeth could have given him all. Glamour, blood, sex, cigarettes and alcohol. He has never asked for more.
The other reason could be, that Donovan has simply started to bore her. Not that she was tired of seeing his pretty face, of course not. He was probably the most beautiful man, someone could've ever seen. He has just started to act a bit odd. Probably, he has developed deeper feelings for her. Not really a bad thing, but she wasn't a person, who could stay with one forever. She needed new excitement, adventures. Just like the handsome model was now her new adventure, her new creature.

Just like Donovan once has been. Yet still, he was her creature. Only hers. Nobody else could take Donovan keep away from her. That was maybe the thought, she once has head. After the fights they had, Donovan would've always forgiven her, and Elizabeth has known that. He has loved her too much, to be ever mad of her. Until now.

She had no idea, how the boy of the fashion show has caught his attention. Indeed, he was pretty. A pretty, small boy, but else, she had no idea, what could've been so interesting above him. But he has left her to be with this strange human.

Donovan has simply stood up, nodding quickly to her and left. Following the steps of the stranger. Who was this boy, to catch her former lovers' attention? She was supposed to be his center of life and not a small, skinny boy.

By that thought her body tensed now a little, causing Tristan to frown. "You're alright?", he wanted to know, studying the flawless, porcelain-like skin. He has never seen a prettier woman. And never had he such a wonderful sex. Sex. Life was only about sex. The way a person acted and dressed. In his opinion everything was about sex. He had no problem with it. This physical action was probably one of the only things, he still enjoyed in his life. And now he did it even more, as the attractive immortal he was.

His eyes went back to Elizabeth, who slowly looked back at him, giving him an angelic smile. "Of course, dear", she has hummed, before she leaned forward to connect their lips. At first, the kiss was slow, but the eager and lust of him heated the kiss. A soft moan escaped Elizabeth, causing the man to continue with his actions. Tristan was surprised by his new strength and stamina, he had now. Power and adrenaline rushed through his body, which made him also groan in satisfaction. Again, he wanted her, just like she wanted him.

Her new, passionate and wild creature. Only hers, and nobody would take him away from her. She was his center of life now. Just like she should be the one of Donovan. Maybe she has loved this man. Whatever it costed, she would bring him back and made him hers again.

The sex has been short, almost brutal, but Elizabeth has liked it a lot. Her eyes wandered up at the ceiling, again lost in her thoughts. What would she do now? She wasn't used to be replaced by her creatures. After all, she owned them and was their "savior". Slowly, Elizabeth stood up.

"Where are you going?", Tristan asked, tilting his head lightly. Good, this has been the reaction, she has wanted to have from him. Still naked, she turned around, studying him. Indeed, Tristan was pure perfection. At least the way he looked. "Don't worry, darling. I will come back soon", Elizabeth calmed him in her angelic, soft voice. As an answer, the man nodded, watching her, while she took back on her clothes. In soundless, elegant steps, she walked out of the door to her room.

"Liz, darling", she greeted her friend, who was just cleaning some glasses from the bar. Liz was probably the only one, she saw as a friend and not as an enemy, or as her property. By the sound of her voice, the other woman looked up, to meet her eyes, a small smile building in her face.
"Good to see you, Elizabeth", Liz hummed, putting the glasses away, to focus on the beautiful woman in front of her. She studied her intensive, like the so-called Countess wanted to find some dark secrets in her soul. Deep down, Liz already knew what she wanted, but still the woman hoped, that Elizabeth wouldn't ask this question.

"Do you know anything about this ... boy. You know, brown eyes, brown hair, skinny and small." Elizabeth looked again so intense in her pupils, so she could tell if Liz was lying. Slowly, she nodded, still holding the eye contact. "Quite a bit, I would say. What do you want to know, and why?", she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just curious. Besides, I want to know some things about the person, who has crashed the fashion show yesterday." Of course, Elizabeth was lying. But instead of the mortals' eyes, they didn't show any reactions. When peoples weren't telling the truth, they looked at another spot, their pupils widened, or they played with their fingers. Expect for those ones, who were skilled and could tell their lies without even blinking. Scary people in her opinion. What must have happened to someone, to make such a skilled liar out of a human? Anyway, it was different with immortals like her. They hadn't got a heartbeat, so it won't fasten when they told the sweet lie. Their pupils won't widened, and they won't look around like a nervous deer.

"Well, he's pretty young, gay, British and has several allergens. These are the facts I know. As in a person, I would describe him as kind, maybe a bit shy, even slight cute. I don't know him for long, but I can say, that he's a good person", Liz answered, eyeing Elizabeth. Maybe she wouldn't hurt him, for the thing he had with Donovan now. But she knew, that she would. The Countess get always was she wanted, and Liz could imagine, that she wanted her former lover back.

"Thank you, darling. Do you also know, where my dearest Donovan is at the moment?" This angelic smile. It shouldn't be called angelic. Angels didn't smile, only devils did. People smiled to seduce and to seem to be sympathetic to other people. It was the devil, who has taught how to act like that.

But this smile has worked. It always worked, no matter how often someone was warned to not fall for a devil-smile.

"He is in the room with the boy." A slight feeling of guilt was formed in her stomach, as she watched Elizabeth leaving and making her way upstairs, to the room. Liz hoped, even prayed, that she wouldn't hurt them. Deep down, she also hoped, the Countess wouldn't get for one time in her life not this, what she wanted.

Elizabeth looked through the hole in the lock of the door. The boy was sleeping on Donovan's muscular body, his head buried in his chest. Right above his dead heart. Shouldn't it be cold for him? A bit, she frowned, but then watched the vampire, who stroke his back along and watched over him, like he was the most precious thing in the world.

And suddenly, Elizabeth felt, that she wouldn't get him back. There was something between them, she couldn't explain and that made her furious. A burning, hot flame of hate was formed in her chest, as she watched Donovan kissing his head in a protective manner.

As silent as possible, she turned around to leave. "Don't worry, Donovan. You will soon have a reason, why you should protect him."

So guys, I hope this chapter hasn't sucked, because it was so hard for me, to write from Elizabeth's pov. (pov = point of view) She's just the complete contrast to my sweet and soft Bleiz, but I still hoped, you've liked this and it would be nice if you give me your feedback. Maybe I will write more often then from her pov.
Oh and thanks to the lovely beans, who have nominated me by ahs_society 's award book!

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