12 Mistake

Lucien

Her body weakens against me and she slumps against the floor, her eyes becoming more and more lifeless. That’s when the panic sets in, and I pull away from Bridget, sliding my tongue along the wound to heal it.

I let go of her and she slumps to the floor, her eyes still wide and staring, never blinking.

Alarm rushes through my system.

Did I just kill my own mate?

I fall against the wall, staring at her, her light green eyes still staring.

It’s like déjà vu, when I accidentally murdered Elaine...

And Elaine was a vampire...

And Bridget is her literal doppelganger.

I never believed in the theory that almost all supernaturals have a doppelganger until Bridget showed up with the same chocolate brown hair, gorgeous figure and light green eyes that Elaine had.

I was excited, thinking that I could have a second chance to do things right, but she’s so fucking deliciously infuriating that I can’t with her.

I reach forward and press two fingers against her pulse. Her heart is still rapidly beating, telling me that her heart is trying desperately to make more blood for her so she lives. Her breathing is a little shallow.

I get up and get a glass of whiskey to calm my nerves. I sip it and watch her, afraid that she’s going to die.

But I’m not a normal being.

If she did die, I guess I would deal with the whole mate bond breaking thing, which they say is horrible, but to be honest, could it really be that bad?

If she wasn’t my mate, I guarantee you she would have been dead a long time ago.

Elaine wasn’t a good woman, that was for sure. She was older than me by two hundred years, making her 686 if she were alive. True, she saw more of the world than I, but I am a man and she was a woman, and I resented the fact that she thought she could be my equal. We weren’t even mates, she was just a beautiful woman I fell for for the first time in my life.

She was known as a ripper, wiping out villages at a time if she was thirsty enough. She didn’t know how to settle down. She had been turned against her will and was on a rampage to exceed revenge in any way possible. Her ex-lover had turned her, in fact, and when she first met me she tried to kill me, but I easily overpowered her. I had been strong by human standards, but with vampire abilities, I became even stronger.

I follow vampire laws through and through. A counsel meeting had been held to decide what to do with Elaine. Everyone just wanted to banish her to Greenland, where at least she could live off animal blood, but Elaine was horrified.

She told counsel that she was my queen and that she would die before she ever lived in an area that did not contain me.

Well, later that night, when I was sleeping (as she is the whole reason that I choose to no longer sleep), she tried to smother me.

My childhood has not been the best, which is evident because I became a vampire at the age of six.

My mother was a druggie and prostitute and could care less about me, allowing me to be abused and screwed by sex hungry men and women alike.

I ran away and found Edgar, who turned me as soon as he found out about everything. I killed the men and women who tortured me for so long and then just left my mother since I wanted to prove that I could still be a person and not do something awful like that. She cried when I told her I was leaving her, but she let me go because she could then have all the money she needed.

I became worse and worse though, as I grew up, because I hung with the wrong crowds and got involved in wrong things. My very first girlfriend verbally abused me until I was so depressed that I tried to kill myself before remembering that this was no longer possible. I also didn’t have the guts to go to another supernatural stronger than me and ask him to kill me.

So I left her, and I was staying in a little village, having an animal now and then when Elaine the ripper came through, slaughtering all the people in the village. She spared my life, because, by then, I was nineteen years old and extremely good looking.

We became a pair of evil rippers, killing off innocent humans as a way to compensate what we felt, but eventually I felt that it was wrong to destroy families for the sake of my issues. Elaine saw problem in that and started becoming abusive towards me. I didn’t like her very much then and tried to stay away, but she was as sex hungry as she was bloodthirsty, and it was hard to resist a woman as good looking as she was.

When she tried to smother me, I grabbed her around the throat and effectively snapped her neck without further thought.

Now, Elaine was a good person. When she wasn’t in a blood craze or sex hungered passion, she was a likeable being. She was kind to people, offered help, and laughed and shared some of my favorite things. That’s the part of her that I fell so hard for. I just wanted someone to love me like I loved them.

That was fifty years ago.

And now Bridget is on scene. She’s human, and she’s the perfect girl. She’s my mate.

But there are several qualities about her that remind me of Elaine, besides the looks. I had no bias against Elaine’s looks, considering how beautiful she was.

The fact that she wants treated as a being doesn’t even bother me.

It’s just the fact that she continually acts like she wants me, then rejects me, then acts like it’s my fault. If we’re going to be honest, she doesn’t have a good track record with me. I bought her and she killed Lucas to escape, which did not benefit her very much. I was just thinking of letting it slide the first time I tasted her blood, but when she pushed me away and started yelling at me, I knew that this was not going to be.

I want a gentle romance with someone, except for in the bedroom, where I like to be a bit naughty, rough, and dominant. But other than that, I want a girl who will snuggle with me on the couch and watch boring things that humans enjoy, or sit on my lap when I’m working and play with my hair, or enjoy teasing the hell out of my cock until I can’t take it anymore.

I want to be loved.

Nobody has ever loved me like I should be loved.

Nobody understands me, nor sees a person attempting to build feelings and connections with people.

Nobody cares to see that Lucien is in pain.

All everyone sees is this ruthless guy that gets what the fuck he wants all the time, and that’s only because that’s the only way I know how to do it. If you ask someone, they have the option of saying no. If you demand someone, they can’t refuse you. If they do, swift punishment is necessary and it never happens again.

But Bridget has this fire on the inside of her that I like. She’s willing to stand there and duke it out with you as long as it takes until she reaches an agreement with you, or gets what she wants.

The thing about that fire is that I won’t be burned by it, and that’s what she did wrong earlier. She flat out told me she hated me and that hit so many triggers that I couldn’t conceal or control myself.

Now the only problem is is that when she comes back to it, if she does, she might never like me again.

And that thought alone..