CHAPTER 40

Lucas is left agape with his jaw hanging, once I made that proposition. "Do I have to kill innocent people?" He finally asks.

"No! Why do you think I pay the blood bank for?" I reply.

"Can I think about it?" He says, before letting out a deep breath.

"Yeah. Sure. It's just that, if you're gonna remain human, soon you're gonna be old, you're gonna be dead. And, thinking about what would I keep living?" I look at him with dreamy eyes.

"When have you become such a sap?" He smiles at me.

"I fell in love with a human, who makes me feel alive." I say as I peck his lips.

"Please, let me drive!" He looks at me with puppy eyes, and I throw the keys at him.

He successfully catches them, as we both get inside the car. Soon, we're out of the garage, driving in the neighborhood lanes. Lucas suddenly speeds up the car, to go 120km/h. And, I freak out.

"Lucas? The fuck is going on? Slow down!" I growl at him, but he ignores me.

"We're going 120 in the neighborhood! Slow down! Stop the car NOW!" I shout at him, as he brings the car to a halt.

"You can't park the car here!" I get out of the car and point towards the abandoned Audi.

"The hell you think you were doing!?" I exclaim with anger.

He switches sides, and grabs me by my tie and pushes me to lie down on the hood of the car.

With him on top of me, holding my tie while I'm almost lying down on the hood, can't be a possible reason of his madness. He leans in, and he offers me a kiss, and I kiss him back. But, I'm still mad, very mad.

"You drive." He says, not trying to get up.

"What? You said you'll drive!" I look at him, unable to understand his motives.

"It's not my fault that you look so smexy. You drive, and I'll look at you." He speaks, smiling against my chest.

I scoff, as I take the car keys from him and climb in the car and we drive to our office. I'm still angry at him. We step inside the office, after we park our car outside.

I'm striding inside and he's trying to keep up with my pace. Good luck with that, kid.

"Damian! I'm sorry! Please, don't be mad." He grabs my arm which stops me in my tracks.

"But, I am mad! Palm twitchingly mad." I say, as I shove my tongue in his mouth and he grasps my hands for support. I break away, and go to my office.

The day is quite uneventful as it quickly rolls by. Soon it's 4:16 pm and my phone rings.

"Godfrey." I inform the speaker on the other end of the phone.

"Sir, it's Luke. The Lamborghini you asked for, is here. Come out of the office, sir and I can give you the keys."

"I'm coming Luke, thank you."

I dial Lucas and he picks up in a fraction of a second.

"Come with me outside the office." I speak, as I hang up and walk out of my office. Lucas joins me shortly after. As Luke hands me the keys and smiles at me.

"Thanks, Luke." I say, as he nods and drives my Audi back home.

"Wow, it's beautiful, the car." Lucas looks at me.

"You like it?" I question him.

"Ofcourse I do. Doesn't seem like your style though." He smiles at me.

"It isn't. It's a wedding gift, Lucas. To our marriage." I state, as I hand him the keys.

"Oh my god! It's a freaking car!" He crosses his arms across his chest.

There we go, again. I'm tired of this. Jesus.

"Please, Lucas. Keep it." I plead him with a softer tone.

"Keep it? It's a fucking car!" He frowns at me.

"Damn it, boy. It's our wedding and it won't come a hundred times every year. It will come only once, so just keep it." I say, as his gaze softens.

"Okay." He wraps his arms around the crook of my neck.

"Okay?" I ask him, surprised.

"Yeah. Okay! I hate it when we fight." He pecks my lips, as he drives me home with his new car.

After the short elevator ride, we finslly reach the foyer and I stretch my hands. Ugh, I'm so lethargic.

"So? What have you thought about me turning you into one of my kind?"

"Turn me." He replies, confidently as I blink my eyes.

"You want this? Or you're just saying that to make me happy?" I arch an eyebrow at him.

"I'd love to spend the eternity with you. And only you." He takes my hand and kisses the top of it. I nod.

I take out a sharp knife from my kitchen counter and I sit beside Lucas.

"I'm gonna slit your wrist, okay? And then, I'll feed you my blood. Do you trust me?"

"I trust you more than you know." He smiles at me, as I slit his right wrist in a jiffy.

He winces, as the cold metal digs in his skin and blood gushes out of the new wound. I quickly bite my wrist, drawing in enough blood, as I shove it into his mouth. He eagerly drinks it, and falls lifeless. Damn, I'm getting scared, actually.

After some minutes, which seemed like forever, he wakes up with a jolt and gasps. His eyes have changed to a light hazel shade, with specks of grey and gold. His complexion has turned ghostly pale. His hair more smooth and shiny. Beautiful.

"So beautiful. We're the same temperature now." I say, as I feel him deathly cold to the touch. I offer him a few blood bags, and he drinks them with a furious passion.