The Perfect Trip- Durant Honeymoon

[Athanase]

Italy. The country was definitely more vibrant than he remembered. Then again, the last time he had been here, it had been to dance and just lose himself in a group of women and alcohol. This time it was far more different, this time he had his wife with him. Wife. That was a word he was sure he would never hear coming from his lips and that he would never associate with himself. Sure, maybe a colleague or even a friend, but him...never. Yet, here he was. Athanase Jean Durant, married to a woman whom should never have given him the time of day, let alone married him. But, she had and now Athan was happy. Now he was completely and totally happy with his new life, because he would have her with him to share in it.

A private island was to be their paradise, their getaway where it would just be them and no one else. For these two blissful weeks they were the only two people in the world, at least as far as he was concerned. Even when they went out to hunt, to dance and to enjoy the sights, there was no one else for his eyes but her. His Aly, his love, his wife.


The music of the club filled the night sky, the moon hung full and high in the world. Rome was such an old city and with his new found eternal life, Athan could almost appreciate it more than he would have if he were to be just a mere mortal. Mortal was not even really the words, as he could still die, especially now here in this place. Should something happen and he were to suffer a mortal wound then that would be the end of him. For good. Now that he had Aly in his life and a promise of an eternity of happiness, he wanted to live. Wanted that never ending life, with her at his side.

Lights hung from the trees, adding to the whole feel of the night. The DJ at his table was spinning tracks and Athan was at the bar. Watching.

The hunt. It had always been fun in the past, but when he added in the new side of himself and even Aly's own emerging side. There were no words to describe it. The feel, the emotions and the thrill of it all. Intoxicating would be a word. Which was the only thing he could get intoxicated off in this current life and he loved every moment of it.

At the bar he nursed his drink, the dark amber liquid reflected in the firelight of the candles and bonfire that burned just off to the side. The blues of his eyes were hard and intense their gaze focused on the dance floor. On his wife, his mate and her moves as she lured in prey for them to share in. Even as she was encircled, even as he watched them around her his eyes were just for her and her alone. He could watch her work all night and day. Watch the sway of her hips, the flip of her hair and the way they moved to her like flies to honey.

All he needed was her signal. A smile, a certain look and he would be there beside her as they closed the deal on their prey. After that, the night was still young and he planned on showing her the best time of her life.