Love only the Living {A Vampire story} (05)

Hope stayed in her old room and read the book over and over, memerizing it so that she could hide it and tell her children where to find it. The book held the secrets of her ancesters, and the fact that they were vampires.
"Does them being vampires ake me one?"
"In a way, yes" Hope jumped and dropped the book. She stared in shock at the icey blue eyes.
"Holy shit you scared me." Hope gasped trying to catch the breath she lost.
The man just smirked and sat next to her on the bed.
"Shit isn't holy and your still full of it." Hope just glared at him then went back to the book. After she was done she closed the book and looked at the man in front of her.
"Whats your name?" her voice was soft and quiet. She looked at the book in her lap waiting for even the slightest sound to pass his lips. He said nothing so she opened her mouth to say it one more time, but he stoped her.
"My name is unimportant, but most people call me Ice." Hope just nodded, closed her eyes and leaned against the headboard.
It was a long while before any of them even moved till she broke the silence between them. "Ice, why did want me even if I wasn't a boy?" her question starlted him only slightly.
"Cause we all knew you would be beautiul and strong, but have a kind loving heart." He turned and looked at her "Even now I can tell how frightened you are of me, but you don't flee, just like you didn't when you were a mer child." Hope only nodded then slipped into sleep, and before long she was dreaming.
Ice just looked at her for a moment then went to get up and go to the chair in the darkest corner, but before he could even take a step he heard the slightest noise. He turned and looked at Hope watching her lips move slightly, he actually had to lean in to hear her clearly. "I forgive you Nathaneil.....I don't hate you." Ice was surprised she knew his name, actually he was slightly puzzled.
"Thank you Hope, you don't know what that means for me. It seem everyone was right when they said even vampires can forgive and not hate." He kept his voice at a whisper so thet he was positive she wouldn't hear him. He hated admitting that he cared how people saw him, but he had watched Hope over the years till he could take her to his home.
Ice watched as she slept, he stidied her face carefully. She looks so much like a vampire its unreal, his thought raced and roamed just as his eyes did.
Her hair, black as midnight, a man could get his hands lost in the silky strands. And her skin, pale ivory, perfect in every way, her lips, so small but so full brigth red like fresh blood, bet they feel like rose peals and taste so sweet. She's beautiful in every way..... and I shouldn't be thinking about her this way, ITS NOT MY RIGHT!!!!!!!
Ice looked once more at Hope, then went to his chair till morning.