Forever Mine10:20 Aug 31 2008
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He caresses my skin, his hands cool and steady on my warm body. I shiver with excitement as his sharp nails trace circles on my back. He breathes lightly on my neck, delicately touching me with his lips. My heart flutters as he slides his arms around me, pulling me close to his naked form.
Lying on the grass, he runs his fingers up my legs and over my hips. Ever so softly, he kisses my belly, moving upwards. I raise my head to gaze into his dark, hypnotic, golden eyes. He leans forward and whispers in my ear; I shiver again as his cool breath drifts down my back. I close my eyes in pleasure as he gently nibbles my collarbone.
He moves around behind me as we stand, placing his hands on my waist. He draws me in, kissing my neck and shoulders. I lean into his body, submitting myself to his firm embrace. He runs his hands up and down my torso; I feel the smooth, coolness of his palms on my flesh and it starts a fire in my chest. My heart feels like it will burst out of my ribs and fly away.
I turn to face him; gazing into his thoughtful eyes, I see through them and deep into his soul. The concentration of emotions is astounding; I can feel the desire pulsing from him. He kisses me passionately, and when he pulls away I move close into him and give myself completely to the fire now consuming me.
I am burning inside and out, and the chill of his body feels like ice on my skin, and I want only to spend the rest of my life here with him. I'm caught in his unrelenting lust, matching it with my own total devotion.
He sweeps me off my feet, carrying me as though I am as light as a feather. He lays us down under an old oak tree, covered in moss and lichen, leaves littering the base and creating a soft bed for our weary figures. Sleep comes easily and, as I drift off, I hear him lean close, kiss the top of my head and whisper, "I love you." When I hear those words, my heart skips a beat and I feel light-headed.
Despite the amazing night I have had, my dreams consist of unthinkable horrors and I wake with tears trickling down my cheeks. I am alone, and the shadows conceal the terrors of my nightmares.
I have a pain in my neck; putting my hand up to it, I can feel a shredded mess, and when I bring it down again, it is covered in blood.
My heart now feels frayed and broken; I thought he loved me? Was this his plan all along? Seduce me, drain me and leave me for dead; or did he mean what he said? I burst out crying again, thinking of the night we shared. I'm making so much noise I don't hear the movement in the bushes, and I get a fright when a pair of arms wraps around me.
"Why are you crying, my love?"
It's him! I turn and launch myself into him, sobbing.
"I thought you were gone," I whimper, "I thought you left me."
"I did, love, but only to wait for the change, I'm sorry."
Change? What change?
It dawns on me; the dreams must have been part of it, the bite, the blood, it all makes sense.
"My love?" His anxious expression has started me off again, but these are tears of joy.
"You . . . did you . . . do you . . . love me?" I stutter.
"Yes, love, I do," his voice glowing with affection, "but I'm sorry it had to happen like this."
My tears are drying up and I can see straight again, I notice my sight has gotten a lot better, and so has my hearing. I also notice that his skin does not feel cold on mine anymore.
His eyes do not leave my face, as though gathering my reaction to what he has done.
I must look shocked and apprehensive, because he starts explaining rather hurriedly.
"The sight and hearing may be a shock, but you get used to it. And the eyes . . . well they will change over time—"
"What about my eyes?" I swiftly interject.
He pulls out a small mirror.
"Oh," I gasp; my eyes have changed from the sky blue that they were, to a deep crimson.
"They will change," he assures, "animal blood will dilute the colour to a dark golden."
"Animal blood?" My eyes widen in surprise; I hadn't thought about my diet.
"So, we don't have to feed on humans?"
"No, my love," he says with a smile, "but they are rather tasty."
In the time it has taken for him to explain, my throat began to feel rough and now, after speaking of food, it is scorching like a furnace. The pain must show on my face, because he takes my hand and leads me into the trees.
In a clearing there is a deer lying in the undergrowth. He leaves my side for a fraction of a second, and comes back with the mammal dead in his arms.
"Drink of this, my love, you will feel better."
The blood is warm on my parched throat, dulling the pain and filling my belly. I feel it running down into my stomach, the warmth spreading through my veins. I drink my fill and, when I am done, offer the rest to him.
"Thank you, my love," he gracefully declines, "but I have already eaten."
"But how . . . when?"
"You were out for quite a while, love. Don't worry, you were perfectly safe."
"Oh . . . how long—"
"It has been three nights tonight—"
"Oh God, what about my family; how am I going to explain this to them?"
My brain floods with a million worries and questions, all of which blow away when he leans in and kisses me.
"What are you worrying about?"
"Um . . . family . . . and—"
"I think we can fix this."
Another kiss— "What else?"
"Um . . . I . . . don't think—"
He raises an eyebrow, a smile on his lips, "Yes?"
"Nothing," I sigh and lean in to kiss him again.
"I think we should get you cleaned up, my love," he says after a while, "and maybe find you some clothes."
"Oops," I forgot I was still naked, and hadn't even noticed the new attire of my lover.
"I brought something back for you," he continues with a smirk, "but I don't know if you will like it."
He pulls out a dress, "Nothing extravagant but I thought it would look nice on you."
"It's beautiful," I whisper; the skirt is gold satin, pearls on the bodice glittering in the moonlight.
"There is a stream just past those trees," he points to a small grove to the left of our camp, "you can wash there, but be careful, my love."
"Thank you," I say as I tentatively head towards the trees.
"Do you want me to come with you," he asks softly.
"No! No, I'm okay," I try to convince myself more than him, "I won't be long."
"I'll be here when you get back then," he says, a little wounded.
I find the stream and plunge in, the frigid water making me gasp and splutter in surprise. I quickly scrub myself, trying to be gentle around my neck which is still a little tender. When I step out, I notice the sun is rising; it bathes everything in a golden light, sparkling on the leaves and flowers. I rush to get dressed and make my way back to the clearing. I get a little preoccupied on the way, touching, smelling, seeing, all my senses are tuned in and focused; this is all so immaculate and new, it amazes me.
My new hearing alerts me to another presence in the bushes; I call out but there is no answer. I can hear crying, and following the sound I come across a basket. Not waiting to see what is inside, my senses having already told me, I pick it up and head back to the clearing.
"My love, what have you got?"
Back in his arms, I feel safe enough to open the basket and face his decision on what is inside.
"Oh," I hold my breath as he lifts it out.
Big, black eyes stare inquisitively at the two of us, a small, stumpy tail wagging slowly as she takes in her surroundings. She smiles and gurgles happily as I take her in my arms.
"Can we . . . keep her?"
"Do you know how much hard work a baby is?"
I look at him, my heart falling when I see the hard expression on his face.
"But she has no home; no parents," I persist, "how can she survive?"
"No, my love, she is not our responsibility," his voice full of jealousy, "she cannot stay."
"But—"
"I said no."
My eyes well up with tears as I gaze down at her; she wraps a pudgy hand around my hair, and I know what I have to do.
"I'm leaving then," I announce.
"What?"
"If you won't help me, I'm leaving."
"You can't," he snarls, "I won't let you."
"I can, and I will," I say defiantly, "unless you want to help me look after her—"
"But she's not one of us," he whines, "she's—"
"It doesn't matter, she is now my responsibility, and I will not have you say otherwise."
"Please, don't leave."
"Why not?"
"I love you," he whimpers, a pathetic look on his face, "please, I love you."
"And you think I don't love you?" I accuse, watching his face fall, "this baby needs us; she has no chance if we don't help her.
"So what if she isn't like us, I wasn't either three days ago," I rage on, "it was your decision to make me like you, so now I'm your responsibility. If you want to look after me, you have to at least help me look after her as well."
I stop to catch my breath and see the thoughts running through his head.
"Okay," he concedes in a small voice, "I'll help you."
"Thank you, now is there anywhere we can go?"
"Yes there's—" but he doesn't get time to finish; a deep guttural growling and suddenly twelve hairy rockets hurtle out of the trees, heading straight for the child. He leaps in front of me and with a hiss, throws himself at the closest wolf, tearing at its eyes.
More growling and I realize they are trying to call her; she is wriggling and crying in my arms. I put her on the ground and she scampers up to a large tawny female, who licks and noses the little one.
"ENOUGH," everyone jumps at the thunderous command. A huge, male wolf steps forward, as the ranks part before him.
"THE YOUNG FEMALE DID NOT KNOW OF OUR PACK," he continues, "SHE ACTED ONLY TO PRESERVE THE LIFE OF THIS PUP."
Scattered whines and whimpering in a submissive apology; wary eyes glancing around in case of another fight.
"WE SHOULD BE GRATEFUL SHE DOES NOT MEAN ANY HARM," he shoots a disgusted look at the tawny female, "LOOSING SIGHT OF A PUP CAN BE DANGEROUS, AND IS IRRESPONSIBLE AND IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN THERE WILL BE DIRE CONSEQUENCES."
And with that said, he turns tail and races away; the rest of the pack hot on his heels. The female who had obviously lost the 'pup' shoots an embarrassed, appreciative look at us before dashing after the Alpha Male.
"Well, this is the most exciting time of my existence," I say exhaustedly, "I'm sorry for what I said."
"I love you no matter what you do, my love," he says comfortingly.
"I know but—"
"Shh, my love," he puts his hand over my mouth, "don't worry, just sleep."
"But—"
"Ah-ah,"
I quieten as he replaces his hand with his mouth.
He draws away, "Sleep, my love, it's been a long day, I will be here when you wake, I promise."
"Okay," I surrender drowsily.
This time there are no nightmares, no blood, and no tears. Only my lover, always at my side as I slumber and when I wake, forever mine.
COMMENTS
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SuicideDoll
14:24 Aug 31 2008
Wonderful, as always : )
heartache
10:24 Sep 02 2008
enchanting...why did it have to stop:(
beautiful...you defiently could do this professionly:)