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Last but certainly not least.

Dare I say, you’d most enjoy this gift of all. I love seeing you dress up for me in any way you choose but this set was just screaming your name and I couldn’t help but indulge.

I hope you wear this under that red dress because I will LOVE ripping it off of you. 

Happy Birthday Amara,

Thank you for allowing me to be my true self in your presence. Finding someone to accept me for who I am was a dream I’d stopped believing in and when you landed on my doorstep all those months ago–I hardly thought you’d be the one.

But here we are and I couldn’t be more thankful.

Love you for all of eternity,

Zafar

The human took a deep breath at this last gift, exhaling in a shaky manner. It wasn’t as if she was shy or nervous about it, but the fact that he wanted to see her in it just to rip it all off of her and ravish her made her eager and dare she say giddy for him to do just that. She climbed into her lover’s lap, straddling him as her arms snaked around her neck. “I love you Zafar,” she whispered, kissing him madly as a proper thank you for his birthday presents.

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Amara,

I’m sure those exceptionally lovely books caught your attention but if you didn’t enjoy that gag gift too much–here’s one of my other gifts for you. It’s a color you don’t wear enough of and it’s a color I absolutely love to see you in. If my heart still beat–no doubt seeing you in this outfit would stop it.

You are always a vision to me and being able to see you in this outfit of my choosing, all for me–nothing would mean quite as much.

I hope you can allow me to see you in this outfit and fawn all over you as I have from the day I realized my feelings.

Love,

Zafar

She opened the next gift, lifting up the swanky red dress and nodding in approval. “Now we’re talking.” She had begun wearing colors that weren’t just black recently all thanks to him and she was sure this was his way of getting more color into her wardrobe. “It’s beautiful, baby… I’ll wear it for you tonight. I promise.” She knew he must have had something planned for her birthday and she was looking forward to whatever it was. He was the only one that could truly spoil her and remind her that she was his special person.

[amaracastillo]

Happy Birthday Amara!

I hope you like this special edition Twilight set, it’s been especially signed by Stephanie Meyers.

You know…your love of Vampires has to have an outlet so I figured this is the best of all. 😉

Enjoy,

Zafar

Amara looked down at that first gift and blinked at it in disbelief. It didn’t take long for her to burst out laughing though, the author finding his little gag gift to be quite hilarious indeed. “Wow, that was uh… a good one, darling. I’ll have to remember we have these the next time you need kindling to get the fire going.” Amara hated those books with a passion, but she did slightly enjoy the irony that the “imaginary” creatures in the book actually existed. Not only did they exist, but she was also madly in love with one.

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Amara Castillo,

My forever valentine.

I’ve been told this is a gift that’ll last forever…much like my existence, and our love. Black happens to be your color of choice and these are just as unique as you are. There is one in the centre to signify our bright future ahead.

You have come into my life and changed absolutely everything. My world was truly a monotonous cycle and now you have come in–and absolutely made everything beautiful.

There is also some delicious pastries that you love down in the kitchen, but something tells me we’re not going down for awhile so they’re in the fridge.

Happy Valentine’s Day my love, thank you for allowing me to indulge in this day of love with you.

- Zafar

Of course Amara thought these black roses were fucking stellar. She loved that he didn’t opt for the traditional red ones, but then again he knew her just that well didn’t he? The fact that he saw a bright future with her meant everything to Amara. She was so stuck on him, so madly, passionately, selfishly in love with him that the thought of giving him up for any reason seemed like an atrocity. She set them aside however as she heard his familiar footsteps coming up the stairs, his promise that they wouldn’t be leaving this room for a while fresh on her mind as she called out to him. “God, don’t tease me. Hurry.” 

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Zafar was watching as she looked bright and alert and wondered if that came from those two drops of his blood? He’d honestly only wanted to heal her but now it was looking as if he’d given her a shot of adrenaline or something. Still, he kept his hold on her—wanting to continue reassuring her (and himself) that everything was okay. They were both here in their home, alive and well. He had her to thank for it of course and while he knew he’d think about it hundreds of times before ever succumbing and having a taste of her again…he was luckily thankful that she’d allowed him that taste tonight. Without it…it was safe to say that perhaps he may not have been able to be here with her anymore and that was the worst realization that Zafar had.

What Amara had selflessly done for him tonight was unlike something anyone else would do. He knew that. And he appreciated it, but it brought him near tears when he recalled the way she’d fainted downstairs in his arms because he’d taken perhaps too much from her. It was not a feeling he’d ever wanted to experience again. She may not have understood why he was upset, but for Zafar—it was about taking away her choice and making it himself but in that moment, he couldn’t think of anything else. “I know, but…in that moment Amara, I really thought I was losing you and I couldn’t live with that…” He smiled down at her when she thankfully agreed with him about sleeping until that black cat he’d seen around decided to snuggle in close to Amara, effectively taking Zafar’s spot. “You’ve named the cat…Cat? That’s unique,” he murmured with a wry smile at the woman he loved.

They were going to have a talk about what had happened tonight when they were both refreshed and in a better place emotionally. It was strange to think that had she not killed that hunter tonight that he would have most likely killed her… or at the very least tortured the hell out of her. Amara should have known that there was something wrong with him. He was so good looking, so smart, so… charming. That first meeting when she’d interviewed him had been so pleasant and he took such an interest in her subject topic. Amara should have known better and kept her mouth shut. The fact that someone heard the things she was saying about vampirism and didn’t immediately call them ludicrous should have been her first red flag. In Zafar’s case, he had been trying to hide his true identity, but in the hunter’s case, he kept asking her for more information in return as he offered his own insight. It made her sick to believe that she’d been the one to lead him straight to Zafar. 

Amara turned to face the vampire, his skin cold as ever (something she’d grown to see as a comfort) and sighed. “I’m so glad you’re here right now.” Her hand brushed his cheek before she leaned in to kiss him. She had done a lot of that tonight, but when he had been an inch from death she couldn’t be blamed for being incredibly grateful for his presence and clingy. “You could never lose me.” The human wanted to tell him her utmost wish. She wanted to confess to him that she wanted forever with him. She didn’t want to grow old and wither away and leave him alone on this earth again. She didn’t want to be a liability or someone he had to babysit for the rest of her mortal life. No, she wanted to be his equal. Amara wanted nothing more than to tell him that if something happened like this again… If she was within an inch of her life that she would want him to change her. ”Hm? No, fuck no. I just haven’t had a chance to give him a name yet what with me being Wonder Woman and all. Now, stop your yapping and let me sleep. I’ve had a long day.” Her lighthearted smile hopefully conveyed that she was just joking, truly grateful to have him alive and well in her arms right now. 

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Zafar had no idea how to stop Amara from continuing on bout how he had been fading just a little while ago. Because the more alarming fact was that she’d been fading as well and she’d been so weak and cold and he’d felt that change in her—due to how much blood he’d taken. It was the worst realization but at least now he knew that he had been able to heal her. Except that still didn’t mean he’d feed from her, he’d always be too terrified that another episode like this can occur. Just because he’d fed her his blood once, didn’t mean that would work a second time—because Zafar wasn’t supposed to be able to heal anyone—or at least, he’d never realized he could because he’d never been given the chance to try, nor had he ever wanted to.

As he explained what had happened, he was almost waiting for her to lash out. After all—how could she be okay with him taking that decision for her? She couldn’t possibly be okay with it and yet here she was just asking him again to clarify what he’d said. “I…” but then he’d heard her words and he’d only sighed softly before wrapping those arms around her once more. “You have no idea how terrified I’d been that you’d be upset with what I chose to do. But at that moment Amara, I couldn’t think of anything else. I just had to save you and now you’re okay and please…don’t thank me,” he whispered before he pulled back enough so that he could cup her cheeks, “I love you too—more than you realize.” He whispered before giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. “What do you say, we try to get some rest…both of us? I won’t go anywhere. I promise…”

They were safe. Zafar was looking more like himself and Amara felt, well… she felt as though nothing had even happened. Physically, of course. Emotionally, Amara was quite rattled. When she’d first seen Zafar tonight, Amara genuinely thought she was going to be sick. What had that hunter done to him… He was in so much pain and seeing him chained up the way he was like some animal just broke her heart. She hated having to even see him in that state. Even though she would always be mad that she’d gotten there so late, thankfully it wasn’t as late as it couldn have been. She could have arrived later in the night and seen him lying there lifeless or maybe she would have connected the dots at all and would have assumed that Zafar upped and abandoned her. She considered herself lucky to have been able to reach there when he was alive and gotten that hunter out of the way. 

What Amara didn’t understand was how upset he was with himself over the idea of giving her his blood. Did he think she would much rather die? That she’d be happy fading away like that and leaving him alone to feel guilty over something that wasn’t his fault? Or did he think she was pure or some shit and was tainting her by feeding her his vampire blood? “No, babe… I don’t want you terrified. You did the right thing. Look at me. I’m fine because of what you did. That’s all that matters. “Yes, rest… that’s what we need…” She heard a meow at the edge of the bed, that black cat she’d taken in hopping onto the bed and coming toward her, snuggling against her. “Hey… cat…” God, they really had to name him at some point. 

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zafar-khan​:

It was amazing to see her awake and lively after what had just happened. He hadn’t thought about the repercussions at all, because the idea of saving her was pretty much the only thought that had been running through his mind. When he’d felt her lips on his, he’d breathed yet another sigh of relief, as he held her close to his cool body. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” She had no idea how bad of a scare she’d given him a little while ago, but it wasn’t important now because at least she was okay. Zafar knew he’d never be able to trust himself to drink from her again, but at least he knew of a way to save her lest they got into another situation where she stubbornly insisted upon it.

“I’m so glad to hear that…” but that’s when she’d started checking her body for scars and marks from the hunter, and even from Zafar himself when she finally looked back at him and asked him what happened. He was going to have to tell her the truth. He couldn’t lie to her before and he wasn’t going to start now. Sure in the past he’d always bent the truth to work for him but tonight—she was getting the full truth. “I…I had to do something okay? Amara, your health was deteriorating so rapidly, and I got scared…because I can’t stand the thought of losing you. “You know that…right?” He sighed softly before he nodded and showed her his wrist. with the prick mark. “I gave you some of my blood to see if it could help heal you and somehow…it did. If I could’ve asked you first, believe me…I would’ve.”

“Of course I’m alright. I told you I was going to be alright. Can you stop ignoring the fact that you were lying there fading on me just a little while back? I was so worried..” She really didn’t need him to die on her the same night she told him she loved him. Amara had already dealt with one traumatic loss and losing him would just be too much for her. She couldn’t deal with it. Not that she would have to. It was surreal to think that events that occurred to night had actually occurred and she hadn’t just hallucinated the whole thing. The lack of scars on her body and the fact that she felt like she could run a marathon right now really made it feel like she had imagined the whole thing. However, the blood stains on her clothes and the worried look in Zafar’s eyes told her otherwise. 

Hearing him tell her he couldn’t even fathom losing her made her heart skip a beat. It was kind of amazing that he had such an effect on her and she felt privileged and honored that out of all the women he might have met in all his years on earth she was the one that he decided was worthy of his love. “Yeah?” she gazed at him inquisitively, wondering where he was going with his explanation. “You what?” It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard him. No, it was just yet another bizarre thing that she got to experience; a new part of her life now that she was in a relationship with him. “Baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel bad about it. If anything… thank you. I.. I love you.” 

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Zafar had watched as the drops of his blood had fallen into her mouth which left him wondering if it would work. The time that passed truly felt like hours and it was only when he watched the way her eyes opened that he felt himself breath a long sigh of utter relief. Amara was alright. He’d been so worried that because of him she was feeling this way, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness that the time she lay there on the bed felt so long that he didn’t even know what to do with himself. But as soon as she sat up, she was up and ready with her questions. Zafar had been expecting them but before he could even try to respond, he felt her hands on his face and felt her wrap him into her embrace, chuckling softly before he spoke to her while he gently pushed back her hair and rubbed her back.

“I’m okay, really I am. Yes, it worked wonders and I’m feeling much better. But now let’s talk about you. How are you feeling?” He pulled away slightly, his eyes scanning over her face to see any after effects from his blood—hoping that she wasn’t too upset with what he’d done to help her. But she didn’t seem to know what he’d done and for a split second, he thought about keeping the truth from her, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do that. Still, he was watching her carefully, his own hands on her cheeks as he brushed his fingers over her cheeks, ensuring that the color was returning to her cheeks and that she was feeling warm again. Because when he’d scooped her in his arms to carry her up to their bedroom—she’d started to feel colder and it had terrified him more than he could explain in words. “Really…how are you feeling?”

It didn’t occur to her just what miracle elixir she had ingested to wake up feeling as fine as she did. Right now, her main focus was Zafar and making sure he was alright. She was glad to see that he didn’t look as tired as before. He looked more like himself and for that she was so thankful. Even as she pulled him in for that hug, she could feel the strength of his embrace once more and smiled, so glad and relieved that she was able to help and that he had let her. Amara didn’t ever want to see him in that state that he was in earlier. It had broken her heart to see him so… so… mortal. That wasn’t him. He was her superman. He didn’t get hurt. This Zafar sitting before her was her Zafar. “I’m so glad you’re alright,” she breathed, pulling him in for a kiss as well to truly commemorate this moment. 

“I’m…. fine,” she answered, blinking almost stupidly as the realization hit her. It didn’t really hit her until this very moment that there wasn’t a single ache or pain in her body. Her limbs didn’t feel heavy like they were made of lead and she didn’t feel like she was about to pass out. A hand came up to the crook of her neck where Zafar had sunk his fangs into her skin, but when she grazed her fingers over the spot there was no pain or blood flowing. Hell, there wasn’t even a wound for blood to flow from. “What the…” she trailed off, so confused as to what had happened in the time she had passed out to when she woke up in such a fine state. “What happened?” she asked, still trying to figure out on her own how she could possibly be feeling so great. 

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zafar-khan​:

He was mad at her at this point, but more than anything—he was mad at himself. How could he have let this happen? Hadn’t he realized that he was taking too much? He could hear her weak her words sounded and it pained him that this was all his fault. He’d taken too much from her and now she was incredibly weak and it was all his fault. “You’re not fine…” he murmured softly to himself as he helped her up to their bedroom. He’d used his strength as he laid her down on the bed, watching as she looked so incredibly exhausted while he was feeling a lot more live wired now and knew he had to do something.

“I’m so sorry,” he kissed the inside of her wrist softly before he realized that maybe…he could give her his own blood? But no—that was absurd. He couldn’t heal this, he didn’t have healing properties at all…did he? Was it worth a try? Or was this just the tiredness from the entire day catching up with her. He decided that perhaps one little try wouldn’t be so bad. He’d barely left her for a moment before returning with a safety pin of hers. He’d pricked himself and held it over her lips, watching as a droplet or two fell into her mouth. He waited then to see if anything would happen or if she wanted more—knowing that if she hadn’t wanted it, he’d just taken away her ability to make that choice and knew that until she asked or visibly made an action for it, he wouldn’t make a decision like that which would impact her.

Amara wished she was coherent enough to tell him not to worry, but the truth was that she was fading and if she even stopped fighting the urge right this second then she’d allow herself to give into the unconsciousness that was working so hard to claim her right now. She heard what he’d said, but didn’t have the energy to fight him right now, the woman not even to lift her head and give it a shake to refute his statement. Amara was at the very least comforted by the fact that he was okay now. He wasn’t going anywhere. His strong hold on her almost limp body told her that she’d done what she set out to do. She’d rejuvenated him with her blood and he was going to be okay. There was no doubt in her blurry mind that he was mad at her in this instant, but even if she had to do it again, she would do so in a heartbeat. 

She felt her eyes finally flutter shut, too heavy to remain open much longer. This felt better. Yes, it was like she was floating. However, she could still feel the touch of Zafar’s hands on her before the feeling of him disappeared completely. Was this it? Was she dead? How was she still thinking if she was dead? Was this what death was? Just a black listless void where you were consumed with your own neverending thoughts? It sounded miserable. However, before she could muse on that train of thought much longer, she tasted something warm on her tongue, a metallic taste hitting her tastebuds that she didn’t recognize. Whatever it was, it was magical. Amara felt her body strengthen as the taste of this miracle substance dissolved into her system. Her eyes opened and it felt more like she had just been taking a nap rather than passing out from losing an enormous amount of blood. She sat up, expecting to feel that same lightheadedness, but felt nothing. No, she felt fine. “Are you okay? How are you? Did it work? Are you feeling better?“ she rambled, her hands coming up to cup Zafar’s beautiful face before she just went for it and pulled him into her arms.

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If Zafar had any idea that he’d fear this moment so much—he’d have never done it the first time. But she wasn’t listening and so he unwillingly came closer to her and went ahead and took another sip. Didn’t she understand what he was so scared about? It wasn’t about the hunter or anything else—it was simply about her. Everything in his world now was beginning to centre solely around Amara Castillo and he wasn’t even a tiny bit upset about it. He felt true love and true respect for her and that was a feeling he’d thought he’d lost for all of humanity the day he’d earned his own red eyes. But here they were together now, and he felt her love seeping through even with the way she held him close.

She could try to hide it, but Amara’s tears had been seen by Zafar. Still, he’d tried not to say anything to draw attention it and instead chose to just listen quietly. When he’d let those sharp fangs of his into her skin once more, he could feel that same rush he always felt when he was feeding on a human—but this was Amara, it wasn’t just any other human. He had to control himself. But the longer he fed, the stronger he became and perhaps the less in touch with his human side he remained. He could hear her words, and just didn’t want to stop. Her blood was so rich and just so good, a little bit more couldn’t—hurt? But instead of giving into those desires, he pulled away from her, gasping at the blood seeping from her neck, his sleeve quickly pressed against it to stop the bleeding as he kept his eyes on her. “Amara—Amara, hey sweetheart, can you hear me? Are you alright…?” He hated himself even more in this moment than perhaps ever before. He could feel that self-loathing seeping into him as he waited for her to give him some indication. Never would he forgive himself for this—no matter what.

Amara hadn’t stopped him from drinking his fill because she knew he needed it. She knew that she was doing something good right now and didn’t want to tell him to stop when she knew he was still weak. Amara figured as long as she was still breathing, still aware of her surroundings it was fine. She would bounce back and it would be fine. The human allowed him to drink to his heart’s content, sitting there in his arms while her own arms that had been holding him close just a little while ago began to slip down his back as her hold on him began to weaken. She gave him that feeble warning with as much strength as she could muster, feeling like she had finished off an entire bottle of vodka or something at this point. Her eyelids were heavy and drooping, her limbs heavy and difficult to move. 

She was just barely awake right not, mildly aware of her surroundings as Zafar retracted his razor sharp fangs from the side of her neck. The woman heard his words, but they felt far away and muffled. Still, she nodded her heard as much as she possibly could with what limited control she had on her own body. “I’m… fine,” she breathed out, growing fainter by the second. “I’m gonna.. I… fine.” She was trying to tell him that she was going to be fine, but her words were coming out slow and slurred. “Tired…” She was fading, but she fought it as best as she possibly could, not wanting to scare him. He had been so against this. She had to show him she was fine. What Amara did notice even through this foggy haze was the fact that Zafar looked so much better right now. Funny, it was like they’d switched places. 

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Zafar was not the type of man to let someone tell him what to do, he’d never been that way and yet wth Amara—that had all changed. He was more than willing to let her dictate what happened in their relationship and even tonight—he was letting her know that he wanted her safety, first and foremost and that’s why he was so terrified of feeding on her. Still, he went ahead and started feeding. Each moment felt incredibly intimate as he held her close to him, taking from her what he needed to survive. But he had to pull back a little later, feeling the rush of her blood coursing through him which had him more worried about how she was feeling. Zafar couldn’t let himself lose control, it was the one thing he absolutely could not do. He had to be absolutely sure of that and so he pulled back, wiping at his face, before he reached his hand up to wipe at her neck, her collarbone to ensure she wasn’t still bleeding.

That’s when he heard her words and tugging him back. “Amara, stop it,” he told her finally before shaking his head. “I know you’re fine and that’s because I was able to stop. But if I try to have some more, there is a very obvious chance that I won’t actually be able to stop..” he wished she’d understand but she seemed so stubborn tonight that he had no idea what to say. “I can’t do it…” he said quietly before shaking his head as he caught the blood still appearing against the creaminess of her skin. “Amara…” his voice was still weak though as he felt her pull him closer, her own head in the other direction. “I…am scared,” he whispered—admitting the truth as he came close and let his fangs be bared once more as he took her again. He knew one thing for sure, she wasn’t going to relent and he didn’t want to keep fighting either; while his energy had come back in some ways, it wasn’t that much stronger yet either.

Letting him drink her blood wasn’t something she had to think twice about. She wasn’t going to let anything happen to him, that was certain. She knew he would think he was hurting her, but she would let him know if he’d taken too much. Right now, all she was concerned about was nursing him back to good health (good health or a vampire at least). If that meant giving him her life source then it was okay. He needed it more than she did right now. Her energy would come back. It would replenish on its own… Zafar was in dire need of help and she was here to give it to him. “Just take what you need,” she mumbled sadly, hating that he was resisting his own natural urges to drink. “If I need you to stop I’ll let you know. I promise.” She knew she had said she wouldn’t go on without him, but as far as she was concerned it went both ways. He wouldn’t have to go without her either. 

Her heart ache when he voiced his fears. The strongest, fiercest person she knew was telling her he was scared. Her eyes blurred with tears which Amara immediately blinked away. He was already in so much distress. She didn’t want him to see her so upset anymore. He didn’t need that. “I know baby… It going to be okay though. I promise. I’m right here.” She knew that being warm and cuddly wasn’t her strong suit, but when it came to him she was weak. She was always going to have a soft spot for him; always going to melt and be whatever it was he needed. Right now, it was comfort and someone to lean on. She could do that. She could do that for him. The human smiled a little as he sank those sharp fangs right into that vein in her neck, getting a direct stream of her blood. It took some time, but she eventually felt his grip on her begin to strengthen, his hold tightening as he became more and more whole again. Meanwhile, Amara felt herself growing lightheaded and faint. Her hold on him began to grow lax as she mumbled out her warning. “Zafar… E-Enough… Stop now…”

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zafar-khan​:

Perhaps if Zafar was aware of the emotions that were currently going through Amara, he’d have stopped arguing with her from the very beginning. He could see why she thought she was going to lose him if he didn’t feed on her and while it would take decades to truly happen—she wasn’t wrong. His ceasing to exist in this state would take years to occur and that’s why the hunter had purposely chosen iron chains to wrap around Zafar’s body. He could break free from them with his strength, but they’d leave an impact on his body and if he didn’t get the nourishment he needed—he’d start to wither away. But the look in Amara’s eyes was enough to convince him to drink from her. He’d never seen anyone look at him with that type of gaze and it reminded him of the emotion he’d proclaimed he felt for her; love. It was a selfless emotion—wasn’t it? One that you felt from the core of your being, a place he wasn’t even sure he had anymore and yet he knew—he’d move heaven and earth to keep her safe.

It was reassuring to hear how much faith she had in him as he finally bared his fangs and let her see what would be piercing her. It was a big moment for Zafar too. Maybe he wasn’t staring straight at her the way he had when she’d asked to see his true eyes, but this was it. The final part of him that made him a vampire and now she was going to experience that herself. As soon as his fangs punctured her skin—everything slowed. He could feel her essence just wafting around him, trying to make him lose control but he held onto her hand and used that to keep him anchored. Not only that—but he felt her hand on his back as he drank from her and allowed that too hold him close as well.

From the moment he’d tasted her though, he knew he was going to become an addict, an addict of the worst kind and yet—he didn’t hate that feeling. He got to relive every memory he’d made with Amara; their first kiss, their first night together, the way he’d saved her, how he’d made her cry, the way she’d told him over and over that he wasn’t a monster. Everything was flashing in his mind, reminding him of who this woman was that he was drinking from and after nearly a couple minutes—he pulled away, ensuring she wasn’t feeling faint or that he took too much. He felt incredibly rejuvenated, but his eyes were on her face. “Are you—please tell me you’re okay.” The worst feeling would be that he took too much, or that he ended up causing something negative to happen to her. Even if she offered herself to him, he’d still feel like the most selfish monster person alive.

Amara could see why he was scared to feed, but she wanted him to. No, it wasn’t even that she wanted him to. She needed him too. The human felt so helpless sitting there and watching him fade right before her eyes. He had no other choice in the matter and they both were aware of that. She didn’t want to lose him and she didn’t want to see his stats deteriorate right now. Amara didn’t have anyone to call for help. This was the only way he was going to get better and she hoped he would get over his stubbornness and just take that first bite already. She loved him. She was happy to do this for him. Amara would use her blunt logic and say she’d already killed a guy tonight for him. Letting Zafar drink her blood was nothing compared to that. However, he was practically unconscious at this point and she didn’t think he had much patience for her sarcastic nonsense right now. 

She kept expecting it to be a lot more painful than it actually was. In the movies and TV shows, a vampire sucking on your neck was always such a painful experience and she was aware that maybe with his usual victims Zafar was a little harsher and crueler, but what she was experiencing was just all sorts of interesting. The human wondered if it was weird to say that she almost enjoyed sharing in the act with him. It felt even more intimate than sex to her somehow and they had gotten quite intimate during their time between the sheets. It truly felt like they were sharing one life at the moment. It was as if she was sustaining him, but by being okay he was also sustaining her. She had never felt more connected to him. The physical sensation of the act itself sent a tingling rush through her body. He was really sucking and drinking her blood right now. This was actually happening. 

Her gazed down at him when he pulled back, the warm trickle of her blood slipping down her collarbone and staining her clothes. She didn’t care. Amara took this moment to get a good look at him and make sure he was looking better and thankfully he was, but he wasn’t completely himself yet and her hands tugged him back in. “I’m fine,” she ensured, tilting her head slightly in the other direction. “Please keep going. You need more. If I don’t feel right, I’ll let you know. I promise Zafar.” She waiting for him to continue drinking from her, the woman not quite at the point of feeling faint and feeling like she could handle it if he drank just a little more. 

[amaracastillo]

zafar-khan​:

Did Amara even understand what she was asking him to do? He didn’t think she’d hit her head that hard but if she was thinking something as absurd as this—maybe she had. There was no way he could risk her life by feeding on her. She was the reason for his existence. What if something went wrong? What would he do? How could he cope without her? Did she even understand how important she was? He’d told her loved her tonight. That was something Zafar hadn’t said in centuries. But the look on her face was adamant and determined and he knew that unless he willingly engaged in an argument with her—she wasn’t going to be relenting in any way. With a sigh he shook his head still, wishing he could explain the extent of his fears to her but the look of fear in her eyes; fear of losing him was something he couldn’t take.

He’d promised to be here with her for as long as she wanted. If that was true…how could he be willing to backtrack now? He couldn’t. It wasn’t fair. Instead he just stared at her and listened as she explained how much she trusted him. It felt so surreal to hear those words from her lips. Zafar could feel the heat from her fingers as she caressed his cheek and spoke some more about how much she trusted him and knew that everything would be okay. He kept watching her as she held him closer and trying to ensure he had the easiest access. But Zafar had another idea. He hoisted her up in his lap, wrapping his arms around her before he let himself take a sniff of her blood—wanting to see if maybe that would be enough.

But it wasn’t. He needed the actual blood. With a sigh he let his tongue go over the perfect spot, just enough that she could feel a light tickle. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against her skin before baring his fangs. He took a deep breath, hopeful that she wasn’t watching him because he was almost terrified to know what her reaction might be. Still—without thinking about it too much, he let his fangs pierce her delicate pale skin, instantly feeling his fangs hit a vein. He was feeling the affects of her blood faster than ever before. His skin regained some of its color, his mind not quite as cloudy as before. But he was still trying to go slow—not wanting to make her faint or drink too quickly himself. His other hand gently clasped hers, needing to know that she was okay—hoping she’d tell him if it was too much. But more than anything—that hold on her was what centred him and reminded him who he was drinking from.

Amara was never really the self sacrificing type. She wasn’t the one that would risk her life for just anybody. When her mother was sick and dying in the hospital, Amara had constantly thought that she would much rather take her place and let her mom live. She was a much better person than Amara and stronger too. Amara never had the perfect childhood, but the older woman did her best to ensure that just because they didn’t have much didn’t mean her daughter should have nothing. She worked hard for her and there Amara sat at her bedside unable to help. She felt so useless and helpless at that time. She didn’t want to feel like that again. That was why she was offering herself up to Zafar right now. She couldn’t stand to see him like this. 

The human did worry that perhaps he would remain stubborn even in his fragile state and refuse her blood, but she could only hope that he would see that there was just no other way he was going to get better right now. She didn’t know how long it would take her to go to the nearest hospital and get him a supply of blood or if she could even pull off such a theft without being caught. No, Zafar drinking her blood was the safest way of getting him back to normal. She knew it was risky, but she had the utmost faith in him. She knew he’d never intentionally hurt her and hell, if he drained her dry of every ounce of blood in her body then… her life didn’t go in vain. At the very least she died saving his life. 

As he pulled into his lap, she waited anxiously for that first bite, that first plunge into that vein on her neck. “You won’t.” Amara caught sight of the way he finally bared his fangs. Her heart raced in that moment she felt him pierce through her skin and finally drink her blood. It was a brand new sensation for Amara, but not necessarily a bad one. She was so glad to be helping him somehow. She was going to help save his life and that made her happier than ever to be offering herself up like this to him. Her hand held onto his, wanting to let him know that she was fine. Her other hand pet his wavy locks before rubbing circles on his back comfortingly. Amara didn’t say a word, wanting her love to take however much he needed in that moment to feel more like himself again.

[amaracastillo]

zafar-khan​:

It wasn’t something he’d thought about when he’d first met Amara—at that point she’d just been the nosy woman who had trespassed on his property. But their conversation on his porch, their meet up at the library, their time out for beignets…it had all changed his perspective of her. If Zafar had allowed himself to be honest back then—he probably wouldn’t have allowed himself to get so close to her the way he had then, but now there was no looking back. And quite frankly, he didn’t want to. He’d found someone to love him, every single part of him—why would he ever want to lose that? But if he didn’t get himself some blood soon—he was going to lose her, because he’d start to feel even worse and he couldn’t let her see what it felt like. He’d not die—but he’d be as weak as a man who was crippled for life and that wasn’t an image he wanted her to have of him.

When he’d admitted what he needed tonight, he could see her head shaking right away and he sighed softly because he knew she was right. He’d be a lot more prone to messing up if he ventured out in this state and he couldn’t have her accompany him; that was something he never wanted her to witness. But her adamant behaviour in telling him that he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere—he just found it a bit amusing even if she wasn’t going to be able to stop him if he really wanted to go. Lucky for her—he had no intention of leaving since he wasn’t going to make it very far.

Zafar allowed her to lead him towards the soft before he took the seat next to her. His head fell back against the support as his eyes closed—needing a few moments to find his strength once more before he looked back at her. If she was planning to give him a pep talk, he really didn’t need it right now. He wasn’t going to leave and he’d wait till she could go to a hospital or something and get him a blood bag. But before he could tell her those words—she was pushing her hair back over her shoulder and coming closer to him. He realized instantly what she was saying and shook his head. “No…no way Amara, I can’t do that.” Didn’t she understand how much her scent intoxicated him anyways? And then to see her willing for him to take a drink—it was too much. “I’m too weak, I’d never be able to stop…” his words were a mere whisper—frightened truly at that possibility.

She wasn’t sure if it was clear to him or not, but Amara was going to do anything to ensure that Zafar was taken care of. It hurt her to see him like this. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be hurting like this, to be dealing with this. He never bothered anyone and the ones he drained were usually the worst of the worst. He hadn’t hidden anything from her since the night he had saved her and inevitably revealed his own truth. Ever since then, Zafar had been so forthcoming about the truth of his reality. She knew so much more about him now and while her lover had fully expected her to look upon him with disgust as if he was some sort of monster, his honesty only ended up making him that much more human. 

She could see that with every passing minute he was getting weaker. He was doing his damn best to ensure that she didn’t panic and she had no doubt he was hiding the true extent of his suffering to her, but she could see it clear as day in his eyes. Zafar was fading before her and it was like nothing she’d ever seen before. This surpassed any sort of exhaustion of physical ailment that a puny human could experience. The woman worried if the hunter had done some lasting damage. She only prayed that once he fed he would feel better and that she wouldn’t have to see him like this for much longer. Offering him her blood was a no brainer. Amara didn’t think it would be something he would refuse so blatantly. It had her worry truly turn into that panic that he had been avoiding. 

“No.” She stood her ground on the topic, needing him to do whatever needed to be done so he could get better. “You won’t hurt me.” There was an unwavering strength in her words. Her hands cupped his face, her fingers brushing across his cheek, his cold skin almost colder than usual if that was even possible. “I know you’re worried, but I trust you. Please, just feed and everything will be okay.” Never in a million years did she think she would be having this actual conversation in real life and yet here she was pleading to her vampire lover to drink her blood to survive. It was like something straight out of her own novel. Amara held him in her embrace, getting closer so he wouldn’t have to put in too much effort considering how weak he was. “Just do it. Everything will be fine,” she whispered, the woman anticipating that moment when his fangs would pierce her skin.

[amaracastillo]

zafar-khan​:

Zafar had always chosen to believe that his heart had somehow disappeared when his existence had become unending. But from the moment he’d allowed himself to believe the feelings he was having for Amara Castillo—he’d started doubting that truth he’d spent so many centuries believing in. If he really didn’t have a heart—wouldn’t he simple see has a source of food? But instead—he saw her as a reason to keep surviving and that was truly so much more meaningful than anything else. “I hope you never have to do it again Amara, you should never have to live with the thought of taking another’s life…even if it’s someone as vile as that hunter,” he told her softly before cupping her face and drawing her close, a soft kiss pressed to her forehead. “I will be safe—so long as you promise to stay safe as well…can you do that for me?”

This had never been written in the cards for him. Finding someone to care for him, to love him this way—it seemed unimaginable. He’d often envied other vampires who managed to find their partners. Was that how he viewed Amara? Yes…in so many ways even if she wasn’t destined to a lifetime of existence—she was still the only one worthy of being his partner. “Forever.” He repeated softly before he felt her inch closer to him and kiss him. This kiss felt very different than the others—this one had a sense of realization of how true and pure their emotions ran for one another. But he was feeling the ache in his being quickly as he pulled away when he felt her hand on his cheek.

“I…” he wanted to lie. Oh he desperately wanted to lie and tell her that he was just fine. Except that wasn’t the relationship they shared and so he told her the truth. “I’m feeling a little weak after the iron he’d used on me. I…would ordinarily go out to replenish, but I don’t want to leave you alone…not tonight.” He would normally have a supply in his basement for this reason but he’d been unwilling to leave her that often and so he’d started using the supply he’d kept and was now feeling the consequences. “I…need to go out and find s—someone.” He hated talking about this aspect of his life, knowing it couldn’t be easy for her to hear.

Love was never something Amara had counted on. She was glad other people had it and that they had their people to share it with, but as far as she was concerned she was a lone wolf. After her mother died she felt like there was nothing left for her to do except somehow find a way to live out the rest of her days. That’s why she turned to her writing. It was the ultimate cathartic act of escapism for her and allowed her a chance to finally give all her time to her passion just like her mom had wanted, but relationships and people? No, those weren’t for her. Then again, Zafar wasn’t just a regular person was he? Of course, it would be Amara who stumbled upon someone so fucking special. Knowing she had his love and him safe here with her made her all the more grateful to that psychic she’d met all that time ago. If it hadn’t been for her then they probably would have never met. 

“Yes?” Amara waited almost impatiently for him to tell her how he was doing. She was at the ready to help him out however she possibly could. She didn’t know if he had a first aid kit in the house. He certainly didn’t need it on a regular basis. Her brows furrowed as she eyed him with a concerned look. She shook her head at the mere mention of him leaving tonight. She too wasn’t quite fond of that idea. “Neither of us are leaving here tonight Zafar. You’re too weak. I can’t risk you getting caught or seen in this state. No.” Normally, he had his Superman strength and she wouldn’t be worried about him being stealthy and returning home quickly without a trace. However, he wasn’t entirely with it right now and the hunger must be exacerbating his suffering. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” she repeated, this time her tone more authoritative. She sighed and took his hand, “Just… Sit down please.” Amara guided him toward the sofa, taking a seat and patting the spot next to her for him to take. The human knew what had to be done and while he’d never done it before, she knew that he wouldn’t mess up with her. She trusted him enough to do it without killing her. The writer was never one to mince words or beat around the bush. She simply pushed her messy brunette locks back over her shoulder and leaned in. “Go ahead. Take what you need.”

[amaracastillo]

zafar-khan​:

Zafar was holding her close as he felt her sobs still shaking her entire frame. If he still had a heart…he was sure it would be breaking as he felt this sorrow from her. He knew she was reacting this way because of the ordeal she’d been through but he wasn’t going to let anyone trace anything back to her. He’d gotten rid of everything, every last piece of evidence and there was going to be no one who could trace it back to her. “You don’t have to be alone, I’m right here…for as long as you need me sweetheart,” he whispered reassuringly, surprised at how…good it felt to be wanted in a way that made him finally feel like he had a reason to be around. He continued whispering words of reassurance to her as he stroked her hair and gently rubbed her back, hoping it would calm her down because really—he wouldn’t leave her now until she asked him to.

Hearing that declaration of love from Amara was the last thing Zafar expected to hear. Especially since he knew what time of person she was, and he was alright with that. He was content in being one of the men who got to enjoy his time with her until she moved on to someone else. But here she was—telling him that she loved him. He’d only said those words to one before—and she’d ended up calling him a monster. But that wasn’t Amara. She’d seen his truest form, more than once and had only ended up pulling him closer. It’s why he’d been ready to say those words back to her, smiling as he heard her sniffling and asking him to confirm. “I do, I really do,” he said softly before kissing her forehead. It was when she proclaimed that he was hers that he finally let out a soft smile before he shook his head. “Let’s hope we don’t deal with any more hunters yeah? I don’t want you to have to go through that again.” He whispered softly before nodding, “but thank you for what you did tonight. In all my years of living this existence…I’ve never once feared death because I had nothing I was leaving behind—until now. I couldn’t bare the thought of not getting to see you again.”

He loved her. He wasn’t going anywhere. Hearing these things gave Amara a sense of relief that she just could not explain. He was her everything and she wasn’t ever going to be able to let him go. Amara wanted forever with him; his forever. The kind that was truly never ending. The mere mention of hunter had her stomach turning. She was going to be thinking about tonight and what could have almost happened for weeks. She tried to focus on her love, the man before her, and attempted to remind herself that nothing was going to get to him or hurt him. As long as she was around that was definitely going to be true. WHoever wanted to hurt him would most definitely have to go through her first. “Don’t thank me please. I did what had to be done to keep you safe. I’ll do it again if I have to Zafar. I don’t care. I just need you to be safe.”  

Her silent tears slipped down her cheeks at his admission, her heart overflowing with affection and the deepest kind of love she could possibly offer. “You have me. I’m right here with you. Forever.” The look in her eyes had to tell him just how dead serious she was about that. He had her for however long he wanted her around and that was the downright truth. Amara leaned in, pressing her lips against his and kissing him for the first time this evening. It was slow and patient, her lips moving against his in a manner that hopefully conveyed the truth of her emotions. When she pulled away from the kiss, Amara held him close once again, her hand coming up to rest on his cheek as she observed that tired gaze; something she’d truly never seen before. “Are you okay?” she finally asked, wondering if he was still hurt. She knew he had rapid healing abilities, but it didn’t seem like that was working very well in the current moment.

[amaracastillo]

zafar-khan​:

Zafar’s arms around her only tightened when he felt her begin to shake. She was having a reaction or a panic attack but he was there and he would be there through all of it. His lovely lady didn’t deserve to go through any of this. When he caught sight of those tears in her eyes—he couldn’t take it anymore. “Sweetheart, no…” he cupped her cheeks and let his thumbs wipe away the few tears that had fallen from her eyes while he nodded at her words, wanting her to believe his promise. He didn’t make them lightly—ever and even tonight he was hell bent on proving to her that he would never ever leave her and would be with her for as long as she wanted him to be there. Zafar and Amara hadn’t talked about their future at all, but whenever they made a decision for which path they’d take—he’d be right there with her, ensuring she was okay at every given moment.

This was a very surreal feeling for Zafar, to not be able to tell what was happening to her. And he couldn’t say he cared for it. He was always able to read her emotions and tonight—he was clueless. But he’d realize after that perhaps he was so clueless because of his lack of energy, and plus—her emotions were so pure and real; something he’d never experienced. He held her close as he waited for her to tell him what was wrong and it felt like…the most amazing relief had come over him when he’d heard those precise words fall from her lips. “I believe you Amara, I do.” He did end up stepping even closer though as he kept his face inches from hers. “You know I feel the same right? I—what I feel for you, is unlike anything else.” And it was the truth. With his princess—he wanted to win her over for a number of reasons but this feeling with Amara—it was pure. “I don’t want you to be scared okay? You’re never going to have to be without me.” He told her sternly before giving her another smile. “You are my everything Amara. I love you…”

She knew she should stop crying. He was okay. She should have been reassured by the fact that he was standing before her and holding her and telling her he was okay. Still, Amara held tight, scared that he would disappear. “I don’t want to be alone. Please...“ It was like she was begging her mother to stay all over again. In those last moments, she had told her daughter to be strong and keep living life for herself, but that was never what she wanted was it? She didn’t want to go through life by herself. She never did. Amara liked to pretend she did, but she also didn’t think she’d fall in love with someone who might be as important to her as family. Now that she did the human wasn’t ever going to be ready to let go. Zafar had become her everything, her entire world. How could she have let him get hurt even a little bit? How could she have been the one to bring this pain upon him? 

Amara couldn’t hold in her truth anymore. No, she told him, ready for him to tell her that it was flattering and how he liked her, but didn’t love her. And honestly, she would have been okay with that so long as he didn’t leave her. “You… You do?” she sniffled, her heart bursting with relief to know that the man she loved felt the same, he loved her too. “Good,” she sighed, finally seeming to take a decent breath of air as he told her that she was always going to have him. “And you’re mine Zafar. I love you so much. Fuck, I was so scared. I wasn’t going to let him hurt you, I promise. I’ll do it again if I have to. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” And this was true. Amara would do anything for him and if saving his life meant another had to perish… then so be it.