This is a sequel to my first story, The Tome (A Septiplier Story). If you have not read it yet, I suggest you read that first, or you may be lost on some aspects of this story. You can read it by clicking the following link: s/12193549/1/The-Tome-A-Septiplier-Story
(The link tool seems to be broken. You can just look on my profile for the Tome)
It has been a year, almost to the day, since Dark, a fallen angel and my blood descendant, fell dead on my living room floor at the hands of my fiancé. Well, he wasn't my fiancé then, and really, he was never my fiancé at all. Jack is my fiancé. He is my soulmate. He is my world.
Dark was killed by Sean.
Oh boy, do I have to explain who Sean is? Okay. I will try my best.
Jack is a cambion. Well, no, that isn't exactly accurate. A cambion is the offspring of a demon and a human. Jack is the descendant of a cambion. He has cambionotic DNA, but it just makes everything easier to say he is a half-breed rather than explaining about his bloodline. Either way, Jack has inner demons.
Literally.
Sean is the literal demon that Jack can become. I have only met Sean a couple of times, and he hasn't come out since the day he drove the poisoned dagger through Dark's heart.
The day that we both will never forget.
It was the day I nearly died. The day Jack's soul, his spirit, his entire being saved my life.
Let's go back a bit. I will tell you what happened that day, and I will tell you what has happened since that day.
I remember it clearly. I remember when I was pierced with the poisoned dagger, I remember the Qeres penetrating through the tiny gash in my chest, made when I was holding Dark from behind and Sean plowed the shining silver dagger through his heart.
I remember pleading with Sean to let Jack out, to let me see him before I died, begging like a child for me to see my love one more time before I was no longer on this Earth. I remember that he would not comply.
I remember waking up but not being able to move, speak, or see.
I remember focusing on him. Jack. My love. My soulmate. My world. My everything.
I remember that I put every ounce of focus on him. I reached down deep, deeper than I ever had, and I drew from him. I could feel my soul, my entire being draw from his energy. I heard him gasp, as if he could feel it. I dug deeper. I focused on the intense love I felt for him. I focused on the intense love he felt for me.
I remember that I drew from him. And I remember that he let me.
I remember when Jack let out a small whimper and pulled himself from me, completely drained of energy.
I remember feeling him collapse on the bed next to me, and he cried out my name... "MARK!"
And I remember when I whispered "Jack..."
I remember everything.
"Mark? Where are you, Babe?" I heard Jack yell in his adorable Irish accent as he came home from work. He was working full time at the book store, and had been since Dark died. I still own half of the store, but I do more work outside the store, meeting with potential buyers and sellers, setting up trades and appraising book collections.
"I'm in the bedroom," I called out, hoping he would come up to me so I didn't have to get out of bed. I was writing a blog, and I didn't want to have to stop. The words and memories were flowing from my fingers freely, and it felt good to finally be able to put all the thoughts and memories that have plagued my mind over the past year into words.
Jack opened the bedroom door and smiled at me. "Have you even gotten out of bed today?" he asked. He was spinning his engagement ring, something he does subconsciously. He walked over to me and took my face in his hands. He stared at me with his sparkling sapphire eyes, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
I indulged in the feeling of his soft lips on mine for a moment, then I ran my fingers through his bright green hair and parted my lips to taste him. I drew him closer to me, and he crawled into our bed, never breaking our kiss, and straddled me.
I felt him explore my jawline with his mouth, making his way to the spot on my neck that he knows is my absolute weakness. I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, and let out a tiny moan.
He sat back, looking at me. "Goddamn, Mark! I haven't even taken my jumper off yet!" he said, smiling. "What has gotten into you?"
"Nothing! Can't I enjoy the company of my fiancé without something getting into me?" I said with a smile.
"No!" Jack laughed, pulling his green hoodie over his head, making a mess of his hair in the process.
"Get your shoes off the bed, you pig!" I scolded. "You are gonna get dirt all over the clean blankets!" He swung his leg over me and hopped off the bed, kicked off his black Vans and threw his hoodie onto the dresser. He plopped back on the bed next to me and started twirling a lock of my blood red hair around his finger.
"Whatcha writing?" he asked, looking at my laptop.
"Nothing important. It's just a blog," I said.
"What about?"
I sighed. "It's about last year. I have some stuff I wanted to get off my chest."
"Oh..."
"Hey, Jack?"
"Hmmm?"
"I love you. Forever," I told him, looking into his blue eyes.
"And I love you. For always," he said back, just like always, then he leaned in closer to press his lips to mine one more time...
