Erik's point of view in Marked…Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Marked they belong to the Cast's I just get to play inside Erik's delicious mind
"Erik, we need to talk," Aphrodite said sternly.
"No, there is nothing more I need to say," I snapped back.
Aphrodite and I dated for a while up until a month ago. She was strikingly beautiful, when I first arrived here at the House of Night. She was confident, strong, and not to mention absolutely gorgeous. Over the last two years, I have seen her change into the High Priestess that Neferet was training her to become. She took over the Dark Daughters soon after her arrival. I saw a great potential in her to become a future High Priestess. But over the course of those two years, I have seen her change into something different. Nothing that resembled the girl I knew when I first came to this school. So about a month ago I broke up with her. I had had enough of her attitude and her selfishness. Apparently she didn't get the hint.
"Well, Erik I have something I want to say," she said forcefully.
I was always the gentlemen when I to came to any female. That included Aphrodite.
"Ok, then talk!" I crossed my arms in an attempt to hold in the anger that was boiling over. I could feel by her tone that she had other things on her mind. Why couldn't she get it through her thick skull that we were over?
"Not here, walk with me," she said softer. She reached out her hand and touched my forearm. In an immediate response, I pulled away from her touch. I didn't want to give her the wrong impression of why I was willing to follow her.
She seemed hurt by this gesture for only a moment and then turned around and started walking down the deserted hallway. No doubt rolling her eyes as she flipped her perfectly, styled blond hair. I could almost hear her whisper a "whatever". I followed her reluctantly wondering what she could say that I hadn't heard before.
All of a sudden she turned around without a word. She raised one hand to my chest and pushed me against the stone wall of a small alcove by the main wooden doors to the court yard. It was dark with one oil lamp that burned giving off a light golden glow. Of course with our fledgling eyes sight, I could see perfectly.
"We are not over. I want you back," she said softly with the hint of seduction in her voice.
"We are over," I said sternly.
"Remember all the fun times we had," she said as her hands moved down my chest to the tops of my jeans.
"Yes, I remember, but those time are over," I said a little softer but with force towards the end of my words; praying that she would understand them this time. Why can't she let this go? I didn't care for her like that anymore; I didn't care for her like that at all. It seemed popularity, power, and public appearances were all she was thinking about lately. I just fit into her perfect world only because of my good looks (no, I am not conceited it is just what I have heard from other people, especially other girls at this school) and my skills as an actor. After all that is what got me into the Dark Daughter and Sons.
Why did I follow her?
"Really, so this is something you don't want?" she asked with a laughed as she knelt down in front of me.
My heart started to pound and my breath quickened. Of course she would try something like this, knowing I liked it. Again
I threw my head back against the cold stone, while I wondered what to say to make her stop. I didn't want this, ok maybe I did, but not with her. I have told her no so many times in so many ways. I was done with this. I was done with us.
Her hand grazed up my thigh to my belt buckle. She let out a little laugh; I could tell she was breathing hard as well. She knew me two well. She unbuckled my belt and started to unbutton my jeans.
My intuition yelled at me to make her stop; even though every cell in my body wanted her to continue. God I am such a guy. I was letting a little blow job influence my decision. Get a hold on yourself Erik. I took a deep breath and followed my intuition.
"Stop!" I said trying not to sound so out of breath. My eyes flew open and looked straight into Aphrodite's eyes.
"You don't really want me to."
"Yes, I do," I said clinching my teeth trying not to show my anger. She had tried this before when we first broke up. She succeeded then but not now. "Get off your knees," I finished coldly.
"You like it - You know you like it. Just like you know you still want me," she said seductively almost in a pleading desperate way.
Her hand moved from the tops of my jeans down my thigh. With her index finger she proceeded to cut my leg. It stung a little but the over whelming feeling of what could happen next sent a wave a pleasure that would take over when she would drink from me.
My mind whipped around at the thought. Bloodlust was something Aphrodite and I knew well. It was safe for fledglings to try blood on each other, just to experience the taste of blood as we developed into an adult vamp. It was also a great way to experience passion to a whole new level. Just the thought of feeling that intense pleasure made me aroused and angry. I wasn't going to give into it this time. Not again.
"No!" I snapped at her putting my hands on her shoulders before she could lick the fresh cut that now bloodied up my expensive jeans.
She looked up at me and laughed. "Oh, quit pretending. You know we'll always be together."
Stunned by her sarcastic laugh and her last statement, I had lost my focus on restraining her. She leaned forward and licked along the cut in my thigh.
The pure sensation of her tongue on my cut exploded as I remembered all the other passionate times we had when we tasted each other.
AH! I got to make her stop!
"Cut it out! I don't want to hurt you, but you're really starting to piss me off. Why can't you understand? We're not doing this anymore I don't want you," I said while pushing at her shoulders again and this time with more force.
"You want me! You'll always want me!" she purred as her hands were back up to the button on my jeans and proceeded to unzip my pants.
Before I could say another word, I heard a footstep from the main hallway. I turned my head to the end of the alcove and meet a stunning pair of hazel green eyes.
They were amazingly deep. I found myself automatically drawn to this person. I couldn't look away, I didn't want to. As if I could reach out and touch her, I would have. Everything disappeared including a panting, whining Aphrodite. All that mattered was her.
"You don't want me? That's not how it looks now," Aphrodite said sensually. I could see the other girl's head shake from side to side as she took a step back. Without looking away from the young girl I cried out, "No!" my arms pushed against Aphrodite's body almost knocking her down.
I didn't want this girl to leave without an explanation. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea about me. Something inside, maybe it was Nyx was drawing me to her for a purpose. My intuition, which I was told to follow by my mentor Professor Nolan, the drama teacher at this school, would guide me down the correct path Nyx has chosen for me. And for some reason I felt I was suppose to meet and get to know this strange and beautiful young fledgling.
My eyes never left hers but at the same time I noticed that her crescent moon tattoo was filled in. How strange, I wonder why? My peripheral vision surveyed the rest of her. She was young and beautiful but she also had a powerful glow that radiated around her. Her eyes were hypnotic, I felt myself getting lost in their warm embrace. Her lips looked soft and supple. Her chest was heaving, I could tell she was breathing hard possible at the unsightly scene between Aphrodite and me. Her petite frame looked shaken and scared. I remember my first days here and how scared I was. Her amazingly, long, dark brown hair fell in light waves down her back. Brunettes were more my type, well that was until I hooked up with Aphrodite. This new girl was definitely intriguing and mysterious.
Without warning the young girl broke eye contact from me. I yelled out to her, pleading with her to stop, "NO!" I yelled directly to her as she was taking a few steps backwards.
I wanted to rush over to her again to explain. But before I could turn towards her; I saw Aphrodite's head whip around to see the young girl at the end of the hallway. With a low growl, she whipped her already crouched body towards the end of the alcove, like she was going to attack.
With my eyes focused on Aphrodite's strange cat like growl I didn't see the girl run off. In a last attempt, I glanced back down the hall in hopes to see which direction she went in. No such luck.
With both hand now on Aphrodite's arms, I stood her up and looked into her eyes and with a cold uncaring voice I said, "Aphrodite, I Do. Not. Want. You. Not now not ever. Do not talk to me. We are over!"
I let go of her arms and walked away. My first instinct was to find the girl and explain. Not even sure of what to say or how to say it, I just knew I had to talk to her. At least my gut was telling me I should. I walked to the wooden doors of the school courtyard and froze. She was just standing there by the doors. I took another step towards her readying myself of what I wanted to say to her when I noticed Neferet; our High Priestess of the House of Night was walking up behind this girl.
"Zoey are you all right?" Neferet asked in her soothing powerful voice.
Her name is Zoey, interesting. I should go ask Professor Nolan if she knows anything about this new fledgling.
"Hell," she gasped. She said Hell. I laughed silently to myself trying not to interrupt their conversation.
"Are you feeling ill?" Neferet asked.
"I - I…" she stumbled at first.
I wondered nervously for her response. Would she tell Neferet what she saw just a moment ago in the alcove, Aphrodite trying to give me a blow job? My heart pounded as I held my breath.
"My head just really hurts," she said timidly.
I finally exhaled a sigh of relief. I turned around at that moment and decided to confront her another time.