mate."
"What does that mean? You want me to be a vampire too?" Her brows furrowed slightly as if she were hearing herself ask the question without thinking it.
"Yes, I want you for eternity."
"Eternity." She whispered then reached out to touch his face. He closed his eyes reveling in the feeling of her skin against his as she traced the planes of his jaw and cheekbones. When her fingertips reached his lips he opened his eyes and leaned closer to her.
"Let me see." He lifted his lip slightly. "Will it hurt?"
"No Rhamah, quite the opposite." He smiled. "I'll answer every question you have, but we must go." She took a deep breath and nodded.
"Ok, I'm ready." He lifted her into his lap then Orlando laid his hand on Michael's shoulder and they traced to Diviana.
Danielle blinked and was being cradled in Michael's arms at the crest of lush green hillside. Looking down, she swore the view was Eden. Waterfalls roared into a cloud of mist, vine covered trees of the darkest green scattered across the landscape and a towering monument in the center; glowing gold in the sunlight.
"Where are we?" She was in awe. "The sun is shining? You're a vampire. "
"Diviana." He smiled holding her tightly. "We're safe here Rhamah." Danielle stood and wrapped her arms around her waist. "This place is for immortals of all realms, to live and enjoy eternal life." He continued as she soaked in the view, the war of emotions obvious in her features.
"Am I dead?"
"No…" The burst of laughter made her turn to look at him.
"Well, look at this place. Should I believe this isn't a figment of my imagination? Two seconds ago we were in London in my hotel room. And now here we are." She caught movement at the base of the hill and realized it was Orlando and Cassie, hand in hand walking toward the temple. "Is he going to turn her into a werewolf ?" She asked
"Yes, very soon I would say." His smile was seductive as he answered her.
"I don't know what to believe, Michael. How can this all be real? How can you be a vampire, and Orlando a werewolf? Those are mythical beings, not guys running around on islands and back streets of London. Well at least not in real life."
"I assure you, Rhamah, we are real. And we're not the only ones."
"What else is there?" The skepticism was back in her voice.
"Witches, valkyries, demons, guardians. Among others."
"So we're in a special land where all things mythical exist?" She opened her mouth to speak again but Michael held up his hand with the pendant dangling from his fingers.
"Turn around." She hesitated a moment before turning, allowing him to fasten the necklace around her neck. "This will make you remember everything." When she turned back to face him, he steadied her as a white haze drifted over her eyes.
The pub was full of them tonight, lurking about, acting as if they belonged; all manner of immortals milling about. Ana sat shrouded in darkness toward the back watching them, senses fully engaged then he walked in. Perfect. One by one the crowd turned to face him but he saw only her.
"Ana, you're looking deadly tonight, as usual." His cool seductive tone heated her. Their last encounter had been a mess of seduction and escape. She knew it was his game; dizzy her senses with lust then disappear before she could relieve him of his fangs. Tonight she'd try to keep her head and finish the job. Though there was no bounty on his head, she needed him dead nonetheless. He had an effect on her that no one ever had; made her question her destiny. Immortals were an abomination that needed to be eradicated at any cost, this seductive vampire was no exception; spending her own gold to make that happen was worth it.
"As do you." She replied then took a swig of her ale.
"I have a trinket for you." Pulling the pouch from his belt he retrieved a necklace, displaying the large red jewel in his palm. It was beautiful and she glanced around quickly to see if anyone else had caught the glimmer of candlelight shining