Forever (The Forever series Book One)

The Forever Series Book One

All characters in this book are fictitious, and any
resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Forever
(The Forever Series Book One)

The Power
of One (The Forever Series Book Two)

Revelation
(The Forever Series Book Three)

Choices
(The Forever Series Book Four)

The Ties
That Bind (The Forever Series Book Five)

Trials (The
Forever Series Book Six)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

About the Author

London, England, 1012 - Aefre

I loved him. I loved being with him.  Somehow he made the
fear and dreariness of my life more safe and exciting. And bearable. I lived
for these stolen moments with him in the barn, just the two of us. I always
wanted it to be just the two of us. Always and forever.

I traced my finger down his long, lean body, and enjoyed
his reaction to my touch.

"Ah, my sweet Aefre. I want to take you away with
me. Show you the world. Show you my world. Say you will come with me, say you
will be mine,” he whispered softly.

"Yes my love. Take me with you. I don't ever want to
be without you. I love you," I told him the last three words hesitantly.

He looked at me with those dark eyes full of wonder at my
words and they filled with love. He kissed me softly, " I love you, my
sweet,” he whispered back. His strong fingers felt their way down my neck to my
small breasts, my nipples already erect. His lips followed shortly, pausing at
my neck. He inhaled deeply and sighed. Licking me softly he muttered words I
didn't understand. His hands moved further down, across my flat stomach and
down until he finally reached where I was aching for him to touch me. He rubbed
slowly but soon speeds up at my response as I moaned in delight. I came quickly
for him, as he knew I would, throbbing against his fingers as he kissed me. I
have known him such a few short weeks but already he knew me, knew my body. He
knew how to make me embrace my womanhood instead of shying away from it and
being fearful. He has taught me that this act between man and woman can be
pleasurable and not just endured or feared. Encouraged, he moved above me and
entered me slowly as if relishing every moment. His shoulder length black hair
undone of its tie tickled my face as he bent down to deepen his kiss, sucking
on my lower lip. He nipped me sharply with his teeth and I gasped in surprise.
I turned us over and rose above him, placing my small hands on his muscular
chest, the tips of my long blonde hair grazed him. I looked into his eyes, my
bright green ones gazed adoringly into his, so dark they were almost black. I
lowered myself further onto him feeling him rock hard inside me and it aroused
me. I felt the rush between my legs as I got wetter. I started to move my hips
back and forth as he has shown me. Finding a rhythm he grabbed my hips, his
fingers digging deep into my soft flesh. Pulling me onto him, deeper and
deeper, he groaned. I was thrilled that I could please him and it in turn
aroused me further.

"Oh my sweet, I love being inside you," he
murmured, eyes narrowed in lust. His look of ardor turned into one of surprise.
As he sat upright, me still cradled in his lap, I realized there was someone
else in the barn with us. He cursed in his own language and I whipped my head
around just in time to see my husband with fury and hatred in his eyes and a
spear in his hand. Lunging towards us he shouted "You whore!" at me
and I felt a white hot stab of pain go through my lower back as the spear
entered me and pinned me to my lover as it exited my stomach and entered him. He
grunted in surprise. The last thing I saw were his eyes going jet black before
I passed out with his name on my lips: "Constantine."

Los Angeles, USA, 2012 - Liv

We are at some red carpet shindig, such a bore on a Saturday
night, when he turns towards me. In that moment, I know I have to have him. His
eyes are what make me look twice and the rest of him is breathtaking. I know
right then that he is part of my destiny. Destiny, huh? I have been around long
enough to know it rarely comes about, but something screams at me that it's
meant to be.

Tall, dark haired, gorgeous body, and his eyes…. oh his
eyes, a beautiful shade of blue-gray. It is difficult to tell in this hall with
the bright lights. He smiles at me and I instantly turn on the charm, giving
him a slow, sexy smile back that makes him abandon his group and make his way
over to me.

"Hi," he says. He grasps my small hand in his
large one as I hold it out to him and he brings it to his lips with a soft
kiss, "Cole O'Dell."

"Liv," I say, purposefully not giving him my last
name. His gorgeous eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at me, accepting
the tease with ease.

"Don't you just hate these events?” he inquires
jokingly.

With a slight smile, I reply, "Actually, yes I do. I am
only here to show my face." He chuckles. "That would be your cue to
tell me why you are here..." I trail off staring at his luscious mouth.

His eyes light up at my British accent and he clears his
throat, "I'm an actor,” he states as if it's obvious.

Giving myself a mental kick, realizing as he said it that he
looks vaguely familiar, "I apologize Mr. O’Dell, I have a really busy job
that keeps my attentions rather... focused."

He laughs then, a glorious sound, "And what would that
be then?"

"Oh this and that," I say vaguely, taking a sip of
my champagne, my Pandora charm bracelet thunking heavily down my narrow wrist.

Intrigued, his eyes focus on my bracelet as he leans
forward. "Well perhaps you could tell me more over dinner?"  he asks,
bringing his focus back to my eyes.

"Perhaps," I say to his amusement. "My
number," I give him my business card. The one that I bring to events such
as these, not my day job card. His eyes widen as he takes it and he sees my
full name and company title. I sashay away before he can say anything, knowing
he will call anyway. They always do.

I locate my companion chatting up a pretty brunette. No
surprise there then. I approach them and loop my arm through his possessively.

"Devon, aren’t you going to introduce me to your...
friend?" I inquire sweetly.

Clear blue eyes find my amused green ones with a look of
annoyance, "Liv, this is Francesca. She works in the accounting
department."

Of course she does. "Hello," I say and then
dismissing her I turn to my best friend, "Time to go," I demand
rather than say and pull him away abruptly. He apologizes to his latest in a
long line of admirers with promises to call, but I know he won't. Out of sight,
out of mind.

He follows me out of the big hall. "Bored
already?" he asks raising his eyebrow at me.

I take a few seconds to look him over appreciatively. He is
tall, topping six feet, gorgeous with the clearest blue eyes I ever did see,
and I've seen plenty. Dark hair flopping over his forehead makes me smile. He
is lean and muscular and very, very sexy.

He notices my look and his demeanor changes.

"I'm horny... and hungry," I add as an
afterthought.

Perhaps here I should mention that Devon Savant is my best
and oldest friend (with benefits) in the world. He's also a Vampire, like me. I
am a thousand years old and his sire. He is my five hundred and six year old
charge, the one I turned to be like me, so we could be together forever. He is
my only living charge and I love him deeply as he loves me. He is a part of me
and while all Vampires have a special bond with their sires and charges, ours
is unusually strong and powerful. I couldn’t imagine my life without him and I
know he feels the same.

Turning requires the human to be drained of their blood (not
necessarily via the Vampire in question) and then the Vampire’s blood needs to
be ingested orally. Turnings happen for many reasons. Most turn, because of
passion or love, or even just companionship. I know some do it for political
reasons – to gain alliances – or for material reasons, wealth, power, etc. And
of course there are those who turn because they are cruel and want a new
plaything. I have had my fair share of callous turnings over the years, but
never again, that’s just not me anymore. I turned Devon out of love.

I discovered centuries ago, after the first time I left
Constantine, my sire, that I possess a rare gene for the Vampire pool. I can
Shape Shift – for lack of a better term. In the thousand years since I was
turned on that fateful day in the barn, I have never come across another Vampire
with this ability. I couldn’t tell you if my life depended on it why I have
this gift. All I know is that if I want to look like someone else, in an
instant I am. It took absolute heartbreak for me to discover I had this
capability, and I often wonder if that was the trigger, that I so wanted to be
anyone but me, suddenly I was. To be frank, it's kind of great being the only
one. Makes me unique. It also makes moving onto a new life that much easier.
Especially nowadays with global fame, just for being young, attractive and
wealthy, and everyone knowing your face and business. Back in the day, it just
made running away from your past easier to bear.

Helsby, England, 1506 - Elizabeth

I sullenly strolled around the marketplace, not really
looking at anything, too preoccupied with my thoughts to care about much else.
I was really depressed that day. I had really thought that Constantine and I
would have made it that time. We had talked of committing and truly spending
eternity together, but in our never ending dance of who-leaves-who, I had been
the one left heartbroken... again. Fleeing Italy for England had made not the
slightest difference. I even changed my appearance to the exact opposite of my
natural look that Constantine usually insisted I Shift back to when I am with
him. I had long, black locks, curling to my waist instead of a straight-haired
blonde. Blue eyes instead of green. Much taller than my short original form and
much bigger breasts. Just as beautiful I supposed, not that I much noticed nor
cared. I needed to get my sire off my mind, but I didn’t want a man. It was too
soon after such a betrayal. In my long life, I had been with both men and
women; it was of no consequence to me. I had heard on the underground grapevine
that there was a brothel on the outskirts of the village that housed a couple
of women feeders. I was hungry and that made me grumpy. This village was too
small for a grumpy Elizabeth. I did try to keep my killings to a minimum in
small towns. Better to be left fairly unnoticed than hunted down. It had been a
while since I drained a human and that thought made me sad. Constantine and I
had shared a pretty young man that last time we made love. He had tasted
delicious, even better in the mouth of my sire. What a fool I was to believe
that he loved me, I thought bitterly. Resolved to complete my course of action,
I headed to the brothel of a French Madame and hoped that a feeder was
available. I contemplated as I walked what made humans become feeders. Those
willing to have Vampires feed from them, normally for monetary gain. A risky
business if you asked me, as Vampires aren't to be trusted. And if the humans
ever told, they were killed, as were any other innocents who happened to
overhear. I had bitten hundreds of humans who willingly asked for it, and even
more who didn’t. I knew it could give them great pleasure, under the right
circumstances, but at what cost? Half a chance the Vampire will drain you and
kill you or like you enough to keep you alive. It is rare for Vampires to turn
feeders. They are seen as little else but food. Fortunately for me, and the
village, a young girl named Nell was available and after a discreet word and
exchange of coins with the Madame, I was being pleasured by Nell's lovely lips
as she kissed me all over. I let her do all the work, as I was not interested
in her pleasure. She kissed me and sucked on me, all actions which would have
normally sent me into a state of excitement. But I just couldn’t get
Constantine out of my head. I frowned, enough messing about. I told Nell I wanted
to feed and she readily agreed with a look of anticipation. Vampires almost
always bite during sex, with either humans or other Vampires. It heightens the
experience, especially with one to whom you are bonded, either with your sire
or as a sire. I grabbed her left wrist. As a left-handed person in life, that
had not changed and I always bit to the left.  Constantine was also a leftie I
thought bitterly and extended my fangs and bit down. Nell took a sharp intake
of breath and I watched her face relax after a few seconds. Always intrigued by
this reaction as it's not one you see when you maimed and killed and took blood
by force, I let my guard down and didn't register the noise outside until it
was too late. A very handsome man barged into the room before I could retract
my fangs. He saw everything. Horrified by my stupidity, I rose to make a hasty
exit, but was quickly stopped by the look of awe on his face. His eyes a
beautiful, clear blue met mine in wonder as his lips parted. Oh I had seen that
look a thousand times before. He was aroused! He ran his hand through his dark
hair and approached me cautiously at first but as he got closer the whole world
fell away as he reached for me and kissed me. A need awoke in me and I kissed
him back, running my hands through his hair he grabbed my waist and lifted me
onto the dresser and took me there and then for Nell, the Madame, and half the
brothel to see. We've been together ever since... well mostly.

Always one to please me, Devon grabs my hand and pulls me
towards the nearest door. It opens into a small, deserted office.

"This'll do nicely,” he says looking around. Beautiful
eyes land back on me. He swoops in and kisses me. With his deft hands he unzips
my dress and it pools on the floor at my stilettoed feet. Underwear-less as
preferred, I stand before him naked and full of need. With his hands in my
hair, he whispers "Shift" into my ear and he steps back as I Shift
into Elizabeth, his true sire, and he sighs and once again resumes this
thorough exploration of my mouth. After 506 years, he still turns me on and I
feel myself getting wet in response to his tongue pushing against mine. I slide
my hands up his chest and remove his tux jacket letting it drop to the floor
alongside my dress. He pulls me to him and picks me up delicately and pushes me
against the wall, still kissing me. I wrap my long, lean legs around him while
he undoes his pants. He springs free and I gasp with the anticipation of what's
to come. After all this time I never get bored of being with him. He knows
exactly what to do to drive me wild. His fingers come up to play with my
nipples, tweaking them into two hard nubs and I moan in pleasure.

"Just fuck me," I manage to get out around his
mouth on mine. He growls in response and with one swift thrust he is in me. I
love sex in general. I can't go a day without it and sex with Devon never fails
to excite me. Our bond is there, I can feel it on fire, beautiful and
unbreakable spurring us both on. Thrust after hard thrust I can feel him
bringing me closer to the edge. He can feel it too and tilts my head to the
left exposing my neck - my right to his left.... another leftie, go figure. He
nuzzles my neck before sinking his fangs into my flesh. I explode with ecstasy
around him with a loud cry and I hear him groan deep in his throat. He retracts
his fangs and licks my wound, which has already mostly healed, and with one
last forceful push he comes inside me as he stares deep into my eyes. We kiss
again and I grab a fistful of his hair to tilt his head to the side exposing
his jugular. My fangs descend and I pierce his veins, drinking deeply from him.
I love the way he tastes. His blood gushing into my mouth soothes my hunger. I
release him and with a quick lick I say, "I love you."

"Love you back,” he says with a smile.

We are not in love. Haven’t been for centuries. But it is a
love born out of our bond, our mutual respect, a long history and deep
friendship.

"Better get you dressed before someone walks in,"
he says.

I drop my feet to the floor and saunter over to my abandoned
dress knowing he is watching my every move as Elizabeth. Pulling it up I say
over my shoulder, "Zip me up."

He places his hands on my shoulders and asks slyly,
"Don't you think you should Shift first? These won't fit." Grabbing
my tits, he squeezes gently.

Chagrined I had forgotten, I quickly Shift back into Liv and
he pulls the zipper up.

In the limo on the way home I cuddle up to him. We are very
affectionate creatures with our loved ones. We like to touch and be touched.
Sex is a high priority. I usually have several lovers on the go at any one
time, both Vampires and humans. But I have been so busy lately, it's just
Devon. I don’t know if he is currently sleeping with anyone else. It’s none of
my business and he doesn’t share. Sires can be territorial and possessive, but
I don’t feel that way with Devon. Not really, although having said that if he
were to bring someone home with him and embark on a long-term relationship, I
would definitely have something to say about it. As it is, he never has. I have
never seen him with the same girl twice and as a result I remain a happy,
non-jealous sire and he gets to do what he wants, when he wants. I hold no
demands on him, nor him on me. We live and work together and are very close. My
sire, Constantine Kaius Anasetti D’Arcangelo, lives in Italy, unfortunately. He
is one of the four Initial Vampires, as the name suggests they were the firsts,
which make up The Council. Well, only three members sit on The Council now, the
fourth dropped off the grid millennia ago never to be seen or heard from again.
Vampires from far and wide have been vying for that fourth seat since it
somehow became available. No one really knows what happened, as Initial
Vampires are all but indestructible. Battles to the death have ensued by
power-hungry individuals, but to me it makes no sense. The Council are Initial
Vampires and they cannot be created. Vampire hierarchy is fairly uncomplicated.
The Initial Vampires make Masters, who in turn make Greater Immortals, who in
turn make Lesser Immortals and they go on to make the Bottom Feeders. Bottom
Feeders will never see the light of day. As a Master, I am pretty powerful,
especially as my bloodline is the oldest of the remaining three Initial
Vampires. Even my age alone is daunting to a lot of other Vampires as the older
we are the stronger we get, but that doesn’t put me on a par with the Initials.
I don’t see how any normal Vampire would hold the same sway, as that is all
they are. Normal. Centuries ago, I remember Constantine told be about some
whack-a-doodle prophecy or some such that a fourth member would be chosen. He
was vague with the details but it never really interested me. They have so far
vetoed between the three of them, any contender who has put themself forth.
Often with the death of the individual involved if need be. It’s pretty
frightening, the lengths they will go to, to remain as three. Devon often jokes
I should try and gain it for myself, as my sire holds an affection for me that
borders on obsessive, his words not mine, but I have no interest in it. Or
dying for my efforts. My sire loves me but Gregor and Eloise, the other two
members, are dreadful creatures that I haven’t seen for centuries and I quite
like it that way, as I am sure they do as well. I don’t like to use the word
hate, but yeah I hate them, as they do me.