CHAPTER ONE
Thierry sighed in the quiet of the bedroom. It was late, yet his mind wondered. He was thinking of himself and his love, Sara. They were safe, for the time being. They had fought and fought hard in the first months when they found each other. And, now they'd been together almost a year. Thierry had uncovered many secrets about her. And, he was in awe of them all.
She was the newest, and most likely the last, reincarnation of Hana, since she had stopped aging on her eighteenth birthday. For she was the Secret Power, the one thought to be a myth. The one said to end the war between all species, and the humans. And, he loved her deeply. He would die without her. He would risk his very life only for her.
He watched her sleep, remembering the all the events since he first found her, to when he saved her from Hunter, ending Hunter's existence. His heart saddened at the last of the memories, when Sara had miscarried their baby. A baby that was designed to be Maya's ressurection. A baby that Hunter had worked some seriously, dark magic to make sure Thierry and Sara concieved. A baby that would've been his one, and only, chance at becoming a father.
He sighed deeply.
No, I would never have that chance again.
He was a 'made' vampire and 'made' vampires couldn't reproduce.
Sara sighed in her sleep and moved slightly. Thierry came back from his reveries and looked down at her, smiling. God, but she was beautiful! He wanted to take her again. He wanted her so badly, and all the time it seemed, ever since they first made love. A first for both, as they were virgins before each other.
Even then, despite the fact that the dark spell that Hunter performed was lifted, he still craved her. In fact, they had just spent half that night making love yet, he still burned for her. He only gave in when Sara could no longer continue.
He had fallen asleep when she had, but was awoken by her dreams. She still had some trouble controling her powers. And, one of those was projecting. She could project images, memories, dreams and thoughts. She also had a violet fire, similar to the Wild Powers, only their's were blue.
Thierry laughed softly to himself, remembering her singeing Ash's favorite jacket as she practiced trying to control her flame. She grew frustrated when it wouldn't appear on demand, so she grew angry. That made it flare up suddenly, and she flicked her hand to fan it out and ended up flicking it on Ash. Thierry laughed, knowing the tiny flicker wouldn't burn him, yet Ash jumped, crying out. Sara ran to pat it out, apologizing profusely. Ash's jacket had a golf ball size hole right over where his heart would be. Sara promised to pay for it, but Ash brushed it off, saying he'd hold off until she got her powers under control.
Thierry returned his focus to the present again. Sara had been dreaming of the event when she discovered she was pregnant. Thierry felt her emotions as if she were actually reliving the moment again. That was what woke him. That was why his thoughts went back to the unborn child that would have been a blessing, and a curse. The last and only chance they would've ever had to have been parents.
Thierry was so in thought that Sara sensed him and woke, sitting up in bed, turning to him.
"Thierry? What's wrong?" she asked, sleepily.
Thierry smiled, "Just thinking, love," he said, raising a hand to her cheek and caressed where her mark was.
Sara moved to lay her head on his chest, "I was projecting again, wasn't I?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Just a bit, but it's okay." he answered gently.
"I'm sorry." she offered.
Thierry took her chin and lifted her face to look at him. He stared into her eyes, intently, sending a silent message.
I wouldn't trade you for anything, ever, he sent to her mind.
Then, he leaned down and kissed her gently. She moaned as the explosion came over them and deepened the kiss, taking Thierry by suprise. They were soulmates and the depths of their feelings spanned the galaxy.
Sara rose slightly, not removing her lips from his, as she went to straddle him. Thierry sat up, with her still on his lap. His arms wrapped around her as their kisses turned feverish. Thierry's lips traveled from her's, down her face, to her neck. She arched her back and bowed her head backwards, exposing her throat. Thierry loved her throat, the tan skin, the smoothness. His canines extended and he bit gently. Sara gasped at the sting, then sighed at the pleasure that followed.
She aroused him, which aroused his need to drink. He pulled back after a few seconds, not wanting to drink to much from her, knowing it'd weaken her. She rose slightly to give him way to slid up into her, to take her again.
The feel of him in her made them both gasp, and he started moving her into him, making their hips grind together in a slow movement. They were clinging to each other, holding tightly as they moved together. Sara cried out his name as she reached her climax, seconds before Thierry did. He buried his face in her breasts, muffling his moans against them.
They sat that way for a few moments, savoring the waves that were slowly fading. Their breathing slowed, their hearts returning to a gentle rhythm.
He laid back against the pillows, pulling her with him, still holding her tightly. Sara settled on his body and sighed.
"Are you okay?" Thierry questioned, lowly.
"Oh, yeah." she whispered into him, smiling gently, "And you? Feeling any better?"
He gave a short laugh, "That's not why I was awake, but, yes, I do."
"Oh, yeah, what was I dreaming?" she asked, for she didn't remember by then.
"I'd rather not think about it now." he answered, his tone dropping a bit. "Later, okay?" he compromised.
"Okay." she sighed, hating how she was the cause of the sadness he experienced.
He held her still and kissed the top of her head, "I love you, Sara."
She smiled slightly, "I love you, too."
They held still as they drifted back into the arms of sleep, not waking again until the room lightened with the rising sun.
Though the sun rose, the room was still dim, for Thierry had heavy drapes over the windows, and their room faced west. Yet, his internal clock made him aware that it was day. He brought a hand to rub his face, and looked down at the black-haired beauty that was still laying on him. He rubbed her back, waking her gently. She moaned and reached up to pat his face.
When she kept patting at his cheek and poking the top of his nose, he finally spoke.
"What are you doing?" he asked, exasperated at her poking.
She still had her eyes closed and head on his chest when she answered, "Trying to find the snooze button." she joked, sleepily.
He grabbed her hand to stop the patting and poking, laughing so heartily that it made her laugh with him. She raised her head and looked into his eyes, staring for a moment.
"I'm up." she said, smiling.
"I'm sorry, love, but it is Monday and I have to work." he apologized,"You can sleep longer if you want. I just woke you so that I can move." he joked.
She rose off his body and sat up in the bed, holding the silk sheet against her nakedness. He sat up, moving to the edge of the bed, looking for the boxer shorts he threw on the floor last night.
"I should get up anyway." she spoke suddenly, making him turn to her.
"Why? What do you have planned today?" he asked, though he already knew the answer, he just hoped maybe she changed her mind.
"Thea and Eric and Blaise and Phil are going to help me practice." she said wincing, fearing he might argue.
Thierry sighed heavily, snatching his boxer shorts from the floor and pulling them on. He stood and turned towards her.
"Sara, I wish you wouldn't push so hard, so much. Maybe you should take it easy, let them come to you." he said, a slight begging tone in his voice.
"Thierry, we still have battles to face and so many problems still around us. I have to try to gain control at the very least." she answered back, determined to make him understand.
He stared at her a moment, then turned away, hands on hips, a pensive look on his face. She knew he had her best interests at heart, but she had to do what she could, while she could.
She rose from the bed, taking the sheet with her, and she walked over to stand at his side. She placed a hand on his arm and he turned to her, pain in his eyes.
"Thierry-" she started, and was cut off quickly.
"Sara, I've come so close to losing you, so many times, in such a short time," he interupted her, "I just want some peace for us, before we face all the unknown dangers out there." he finished.
"Thierry, we have so much to overcome before we can have that peace." she said, "And, I'd rather be ready, than ill-equiped and a liability."
He stared at her again, a loss for words. She was right. It was best to have every weapon at their disposal. The Wild Powers trained and practiced, why was he so set against her doing the same?
Because, you love me and worry about me, she said mentally, hearing his thoughts.
He sighed again, giving in, nodding.
"I promise, I'll be careful, okay?" she said, easing his worries a fraction.
"Alright, okay. If you insist." he agreed, unwillingly.
Sara hated to see him so worried and concerned, she stepped in front of him and wrapped her free arm around him. Thierry hugged her back quickly and tightly.
Just, please, don't push it, he spoke with his mind, Know when to quit, promise?
She nodded against his chest, and whispered, "I promise."