Chapter 10: So What Is a Mystic?
I shot upright in a white room with no-one in it. Well, no-one but Jack Twist. "Aaargh!" I screamed, "Dude, you are seriously creeping me out with the showing up in two of my visions. There are two words for that. Not. Cool!" Jack looked at me, his eyes welling up. Now I felt bad, almost as if I had made Nick cry. He looked like Nick with his baby face. "Look," I told him, "how do you keep showing up in my visions anyway?"
"I'm a Mystic. Before you ask, it's an innocent, dead, male soul who has been reincarnated to do Hecate's duty. Mine has been to save House of Night, to do that I have to help you along in your journey. I'm going to show you a vision from your past life. You ready?" I nodded slowly, not sure if I really understood what was going to happen. I…
I opened my eyes to see only the inky depths of the ocean in front of me. My gloved hands held onto the golden handles of the enormous cruise ship. The year was about 1902, 1903, judging from my clothes. I was wearing a beautiful dinner gown with a black diamond encrusted sleeve. The other was bare. My plum coloured curls were blown over my bare arm by the cool sea air when the side door opened. When I turned around, I godly image beheld my eyes. Tall, blonde and dressed to impress. Well, he was impressing me anyway, yet all I could feel for him was anger and lust. I didn't know what I was doing. Surely with a man like this in my life I should be happy. He put his arm around my waist and kissed my neck. I, like an idiot, shrugged him off, causing him to sigh loudly. "Natasha, must you persist? I give you my love, gifts, everything I own and can afford and all I receive in return is your resentment. Why do you do this to me?"
Anger bubbled inside me. How dare he! I loved this man with all my heart and he was saying that all I gave him was hatred! I only ever gave him love. "Elijah," I spoke softly, "if when I had met you, you had treated me like this, I would've spat at your feet. For a vampyre of your class, you should know better. You should treat a lady with more respect than you did in front of your drinking friends." He threw his hands up in frustration, "While my brother treats you, a fledgling of a high class, with no respect. Having his fiancé whenever he wants so he gets a precious heir to his superior wealth." I couldn't blame him really. His brother was doing the nasty with me a lot more than was natural. "You have more respect and class than Lo- ahem, Master Blake will ever have. We both know he is drunk on the fantasies that his dark friends share with him about vampyres being able to conceive. In less than a month I will be a vampyre and he will have no heir from me. A month my love and then we will be together. Until then we must not argue. We must learn to live with our differences." Elijah kissed me tenderly, saying,
"For you I would wait a lifetime"
I felt warm and happy as the image dissolved into a room, the room Elijah and I were staying in. the room was perfect, and it would've been even if it had been a shitty log cabin. Only one thing every happened on this room. Elijah eased me onto the bed, kissing every part of me as he went. The blurred into a dream of lust and pleasure with my secret Consort at my side all night long.