"Oh my, what a story this will be," she whispered.
"It all started back in 1760. I was still a fairly young vampire when a beautiful lycan captured me with his charm. He courted me for about six months before proposing. Of course, I said yes. I did not know of the more feral natures of lycans. I foolishly believed that he was a shifter.
"Oh no!" she gasped. "What happened during the full moon?"
"That, you see, was the problem. I knew not the difference between Weres and lycans. I did not know that lycans are more feral creatures that are exactly what humans have nightmares about. I knew none of this and got myself in a tight situation. The abuse started during the first full moon of our relationship and didn't stop until my brothers intervened."
"Wait, abuse?" she said confused. "How can a vampire be abused?"
"It is complicated," I sighed. "I deluded myself into thinking that he loved me." I started sobbing, "He beat me every full moon for forty years."
"Forty years?!?!?!" I heard somebody roar. André came storming into the room, "Where is he? I'm going to kill him!!"
"Well, there is no need for that my dear brother," Alec said calmly, "The fucker's already dead and has been dead for a long time now. When Sandra caught a whiff of his little deeds, she told Nicolius and I and we put a stop to it, but of course by that time it was entirely too late," he said while shaking his head.
"Since vampires heal from just about anything if they don't lose their heads, I was okay physically, but emotionally, I was a mess," I continued. "The damage was already done. I had lost all self-esteem and I never again trusted a Were. Not even now," I muttered the last part so softly and so desperately that I broke down. "I constantly have to remind myself that you won't hurt me like he did, André. It's an internal struggle and it's painful for me to fight what I'm feeling. Loving you is a constant battle!" I gasped now angry at that bastard, angry at myself for hurting Andre and angry at the world.
Alec and Andrea slowly crept away closing the door behind them.
"Babe," He called softly. "Aleca, please look at me," he said again as my eyes raised to meet his. At that moment, as I melted into his eyes, I attempted to give him what he needed and what i so dearly wanted to give him. I looked down suddenly feeling very self-conscious. I felt his love, saw his pain and his plea for my love.
I took a deep breath. "Doesn't today mark a special day for a Were Lion?" I asked seductively.
