The Hunt For Immortal Love

...Anastasia POV...

It is early morning, and we are getting ready to head off to France. Sebastian has been trying to convince Roberto to come with him, yet he is reluctant, and as he says, he is truly not in favor of the weather in London. Well, I definitely agree with him there.

But it is sad to see the two brothers having to say goodbye again. Sebastian is trying hard to keep the tears away, for he wants to keep this from his brother. It is not that he does not trust him; it is what others will do to him to get to Sebastian. So I have stepped aside, and I am watching the last of the beautiful scenery before getting onto a train to go to France.

In the distance, I can hear their final words that will be for a while, and that to a Vampire can be a hundred years.

"My dear brother, I am going to miss you. Please reconsider coming with us. You can always meet up with us in London in a few day's time."

"Sebastian, the offer is tempting, but I have built a life here. I do not know if I wish to uproot and go elsewhere now."

"Then I guess it is time to bid you a farewell."

Roberto steps in to give Sebastian a very deep and loving hug, and my heart breaks as I know the pain that Sebastian must feel right now. So after a few minutes longer, Roberto walks up to me and gives me an even firmer hug than that of Sebastian.

"Look after my brother here."

"Oh, I definitely look after your brother, Roberto."

"Well, let you two be on your way; the train is about to leave."

With that, we step onto the platform and into the train. Now, this is a far quicker way to get to France as we would have by car and to honestly say I have never once been on a train in my life before. So I am rather excited about this part of our trip.

So as the train starts to pull out of the platform, we see how Roberto gets smaller and smaller in the distance; only once we are about fifteen minutes into our journey does Sebastian speak again.

"My beloved, are you looking forward to France?"

"Oh yes, please do tell me some of your stories."

"You want to hear how many people I have killed?" He farrows his brows and looks at me suspiciously. "I see; you want me to forget about being sad?"

"Perhaps, I do not like seeing your heartbreak, for when yours breaks, it really breaks."

"I shall be fine, my beloved. I know I will see him again someday."

And so begins our journey.

There is nothing but lush green trees and open spaces, mountains, nothing but pure nature out here. I can understand why Roberto wants to stay here. It looks so peaceful and home-like. But, "Sebastian, don't you run out of humans here."

He bursts out laughing at my silly question, "My beloved, one can never run out of humans. In fact, it is so much easier to hunt them around here, for they are forever wandering off somewhere." He pulls me closer to him, and I gently lay my head on his broad shoulder, "I love you, Sebastian."

"And, I love you even more."

And this is how we sit for the next half an hour, just in each other's arms, watching the most beautiful parts of the world just pass us by.

Then about twenty minutes away from our destination, he turns to me, "Now, where do you wish to go?"

"Well, of course, Paris, but first can we to our hotel."

"Sure, is something the matter?"

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"Why did you not say before we left?"

"I did not wish to spoil the moment with Roberto."

"Then come with me."

He leads me to the back of the train, where there is what seems a bathroom that is not fit for two people; now, thankfully, there is nobody close enough to see the both of us trying to squeeze ourselves in.

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As we step inside, he firmly locks the door shut. Then with that wicked smile of his, he wraps his hands around my waist and rests them on the small of my back.

His hands flutter to my face, and he holds it firmly in his hands. The moment that he lay his lips against mine, it is as if we are melting into each other. He kisses me intensely with heated lips that only but burn into my skin. He slightly parts my lips and slowly invades the craving of my hungry mouth. His tongue seeks mine, and we intertwine. Pure, delicious torture is what I feel as he explores my mouth.

"God, my beloved, I want you."

...Sebastian POV...

She swallows my answer with her soft lips. I want to touch her body, feel her burning melting hot against my skin. I have the desire to absolutely satisfy her desires. The urgency to have her seems to have grown out of control. Our bodies are trembling and melting. The more she is kissing me, the deeper my hunger grows.

I slide the straps of her silky dress off her shoulder just to expose her breasts. Then I step back to admire her body.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life."

Then she runs her hands underneath my shirt over the crevasses and lines of my perfect physique. I lift her from her feet, and she locks her legs tight around my waist. With passion turning white-hot, I whisper to her. "Take me by beloved." I watch as she parts her lips and elegantly slides her fangs from underneath them. I tilt my head to the side and feel as she presses the tips of her razor-sharp teeth against my skin. She teases the delicate flesh with the tip of her tongue; it drives my arousal to a deep throbbing.

"My beloved, please."

Then slowly, she drives her fangs firmly into my neck, the blood comes running down my shirt as she sucks it with great force. The harder she goes, the deeper I ache. She takes her hand and slips it into my pants, the minute I growl; she sucks even harder.

"Anastasia, please, my beloved. I want more."

I watch as she licks the blood that is coming from my open wound, then in an instant, she slams into me again. She grips and sinks deep. She takes drop by drop with total ecstasy from my body. The harder she sucks, the firmer she grows. She takes me in her hand, and she rubs my erection to great torture.

The strokes me even faster and harder and firmer. The more she drinks, the wetter the tip of my arousal grows. I feel my body build towards a peak as she satisfies me with both her hand and her mouth. With a shuttering moan, she brings me to a climax just as she slips her beautiful fangs from my delicate skin.

Then she turns to me, "God, that is just what I needed. Are you hungry?"

"If we do it again, then we are never leaving this space, and I believe we are close to our destination."

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Our first stop is Paris; well, I knew that my beloved would fall in love with the City of Light or, as they also say, City of Love.

Now it houses all the finest designer names, well I was mistaken when she told me that she is not a woman that likes such early things. So instead, I took her to the Eiffel Tower, Versailles Palace, Sacre Coeur, and lastly to the Notre Dame Cathedral.

For three days, we got lost in the city that is known for its romantic ambiance, gastronomy, fashion, and art. Sadly on our last day, we made a quick trip to the Luxembourg Gardens.

Our stop at Lyon was a trip that showed us magnificent architecture. There were several districts that offered their own share of interesting things. We specifically went around to see the Gothic Churches; why I am not quite sure, but they captured her attention. The cobblestone streets took us throughout the city as we explored the shops and other attractions

Then we moved south to Luberon; we stop here to see the lush forests, the beautiful fields of lavender. My beloved was captivated by the colorfully painted house. Then we got a slight bit naughty and had a quick meal at the farmer's market. In fact, I think the gentleman was a real farmer.

Our stop at Marseille was one to remember. The Roman ruins and medieval architecture are a sight to behold. My beloved could not quite take the smell as we went past the ferry boats and luxury yachts. When I suggest we should buy ourselves one; she firmly denied my desire.

The very last stop we made was at the French Riviera. Now I left this one for very last for I thought my beloved would love this place that is the playground for the rich and famous. I know she is into her tabloids, always looking for a news story on a celebrity.

The first place we went was to the museums and art galleries to seek Picasso's work that is displayed in them.

Of course, we went to St. Tropez and Monaco; unfortunately, we're not at the right time to make the Cannes Film Festival. But overall, I think my beloved enjoyed the French Riviera the most.

After a week spent here, we finally boarded a plane that shall take us back to London. Now we did enjoy the trip away, but in a way, we are glad that we are back to where we should be.

The entire flight home, my beloved tried to convince me of the reasons why we should move to Scotland. Even though the thought does entice me, I will never leave my duties as Vampire Master, and this is what she understands the most. Finally, after a quiet flight, we are stepping off onto the tarmac at the airport. There waiting for us is Edward, but yes, this man has a look on his face that does just spell trouble.

"Edward, I warn you, if you have bad news, then I am turning around and heading back to Scotland."

"Sebastian, nothing is wrong. Let me take you back home."

"You seem to forget I can read your mind. But yes, please take us home; I would like to rest."

"Sebastian," my beloved says, "I somehow think you are not going to."

"I know, my beloved. I am just ignoring him."