…Anastasia POV…

So we are off to Scotland. To be precise, Edinburgh, where Sebastian was born and also where he was turned. My childhood is very little known, so after much discussing and pulling of straws, Sebastian won, and we will be taking the seven-hour drive to Scotland this morning.

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We decided against flying to, as Sebastian says, get the experience of a couple on holiday. Now, if Vampires have holidays, that I do not know, but we both need to get out of this godforsaken place. The fact is, no matter where we go, there will still be Vampires, and god forbid, some creatures around. Just as long as we are not hunting them, then I am pretty fine with that.

My terrible experience is still very much cemented in my mind, and that is, unfortunately, one that I shall carry with me for an eternity.

Sebastian has been very patient and understanding, and I love him for that. I do understand that he, too, is going through his own demons, that he has been just affected by this.

So it is early morning, and I am busy getting dressed while he is watching me with great intent.

"My beloved."

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"How much longer are you going to take?"

"Just give me five more minutes."

He turns around and lies on his back while he is staring at the ceiling. I know exactly what he is doing, and I wait for it to come.

"It has been five minutes, my beloved."

I softly chuckle at him, for he was counting the seconds off. I only but look at him with a frown on my face, "Five more minutes, please."

Well, the problem is that I do not know what to wear. What does one wear to Scotland? What is the weather even there like?

"It has been ten minutes, my beloved," he says patiently as he urges me on.

"Just five more, Sebastian."

So I settle on a pair of black hotpants that just barely covers my ass, a slight hint of bum crease visible, just below my belly, but not too low. Then a tight little red crop that is just barely covering my breasts. My stomach is very much bare, slightly tanned, and toned.

As he lifts his head to urge me on again, I watch as his eyes grow wide and his jaw drops to the floor.

"My beloved, are you really going to wear that?"

"Yes. What is wrong with it?"

"How am I supposed to concentrate on anything when you look like that?"

"Easy, I can concentrate when you look that."

I push Sebastian back onto the bed, straddling his lap. He cannot move. I place my lips on him, but I do not kiss him yet. They move down his jawline to his neck. They run down the sensitive parts of his bare skin. I feel his body tense; he lets out a deep moan. My lips move to find him again. I run my tongue over his bottom lip until he allows me in. He kisses me with untamed raw desire; I kiss him with an unfulfilled inner craving. I let go of his tongue to come up for a breath, to exhale; he takes me and kisses me again.

"I seriously suggest that we leave now," he says from underneath his strained breath.

I can feel him hard and throbbing between our bodies. I let my hand wander down his sculpted chest, my fingers stray down to the lining of his pants. I let one finger slip in, he growls. My hand wanders to find his hardened length.

"God, my beloved. You are going to be the death of me."

"Lucky you are already dead then."

I pull my body deep into him and give him one last passionate kiss.

"I think you right; we should go." I slide off his lap and come to stand in front of him, where he is still lying frozen and trembling.

Sebastian leads me by my hand out to his car. His hands feel rough but yet soft. I can smell his cologne; it smells warm, fresh, and spicy. Having that body wrapped into mine would be nothing near like heaven.

He finds me staring at him; he looks at me for a few seconds before he speaks, "Can I ask you something, my beloved?"

"Yes?"

"Do you always stare at people like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you are going to eat them?"

I only but chuckle at him, and we set off onto the road. I can see that he is somewhat excited but yet nervous to be going back home.

Our first stop is Milton Keynes; Sebastian takes me through the crisscrossed redways to the museums, then afterward to the open green space of the Buckinghamshire countryside. And do not forget the Snozone, I honestly never thought Sebastian could skie, but it was absolutely great fun. Now two Vampires are having fun, that is one thing that you shall not see every day, well it beats chasing monsters.

Our second stop is in Birmingham City, now not that a Vampire gets tired, but Sebastian wanted to show me the Bull Ring, now not that I truly felt like taking a photo with the said iconic Bull. But what did grab me is the exquisite 19th-century buildings and the Art Gallery. Now, of course, Sebastian has his own stories of where and how many mortals that he has slain on these streets.

So soon after feeling strangely refreshed, we set on the road again.

The next little town we end up stopping in is Stafford; we do not spend much time here as we are a bit all museum-out. We make a brief stop at Stafford Castle, where Sebastian says the yet is best to come, well, this is not happening in this town.

We soon get onto the road again.

We find ourselves in Warrington, as with the other towns, they too have far too many museums. There are beautiful canals with wildlife and also a zoo that I had to beg Sebastian not to visit. Not that I think it is awkward for a Vampire, I just feel very strongly about locking an animal in a cage.

Another few stops at Preston and Carlise, we are finally in Edinburgh.

Now, as per Sebastian, which I did not doubt for a second, he owns property out here, but he does not want to say where and what. So the man forces me to close my eyes when we get nearby.

As we finally come to the end of what seemed like a very steep driveway, he tells me to open my eyes.

"Sebastian?"

"Yes, my beloved?"

"Please don't tell me you own this thing?"

"Yes, I do, my beloved."

"It is a goddam castle."

"Yes, I believe that it is."

I only but chuckle at him nervously as I step out of the car. This thing is big and very old looking. God, it is probably as old as Sebastian. Of course, a Vampire like him would own a castle.

"Is this where we are going stay?."

"The is a small little house at the back if you wish to stay there."

"No, Sebastian, this is perfect; I can't wait to see the inside."

The first place I go to when we get inside is the giant bedroom. And of course, the man has a servant that brings the suitcases along.

He gets that damn sexy smile on his face, and I swear my knees give in all over again. With a husky voice, he speaks, "So what do you think, my beloved."

The tone of his voice vibrates over my skin. I take two shallow breaths and exhale. In a whimper, I speak to avoid my clear fluster to be seen. "Now, you want sex now?"

He bursts out in laughter, "Trust you to turn that one around on me. I meant of the castle."

In total embarrassment, I change the subject, "So what do you do out here in the middle of nowhere?

"Whatever you want."

"Do we have satellite?"

"Well, it is a castle, but I have made provision for that."

"A pool?"

"Yes, there is an inside pool."

He looks at me and slightly cocks his head; he knows that I am not done with my questions yet.

"Do we have animals?"

"Just horses."

"Are we going to go riding?"

'Yes."

"Do you have…?"

"You playing twenty questions again?"

I walk over to where Sebastian is standing; I take my fingers and tangle them in the seems of his shirt. Slowly I start pulling his shirt up to his chest, past his shoulders, over his head, and toss it to the floor. I run my finger down from his collarbone, over his rock-hard chest, running circles around his nipples, moving over the ripples of his perfectly formed abs. I run my fingers along with the fabric of his pants around his waist and drag my nails up his back. He growls from the deep of his chest.

But then my eye catches a glimpse of what I thought I saw earlier on; I slowly pull away from Sebastian and lead him to the window.

"Sebastian, that car has been following us ever since we got into town."