CHAPTER ELEVEN

I had come to my senses. Everything was being finalised and when finally a letter from Valentine came stipulating the leaving date I cracked under the pressure of it all.

I ran.

I ran from Jonathan. From Valentine. Away from my past, and what the future held.

He followed me all the way.

He dragged me back. Kicking, screaming, fighting every inch of the way.

He told me I couldn't leave him. That I was his.

I told him I could never give myself to a monster like him.


I could hear screams, painful shrieking screams and I jolted awake looking around for where the noise was coming from. My bedroom was filled with darkness and I coughed, my lungs filling with the thick smoke that was causing the restriction to my sight.

Coughing harder I felt my eyes watering as the painful cries continued to echo around the room. I fumbled for the lamp but I stopped when I heard my name. It was shrill and desperate. Animalistic.

I through the covers back and dropped from the bed beginning to wheeze from the lack of oxygen in the room.

With a crash the door caved in and the smoke became thicker and I cried out cowering beside my bed. I squashed myself against the mattress whimpering.

The warmth was intense and I knew what was happening, I could sense it but I was fixed to the stop trapped by fear, by sheer terror.

"Millie" Jonathan eased his taller frame stooping beside mine. Even at that age he was athletic and I ran my eyes over his bare torso etched with runes.

I searched his eyes from some sign of emotion but he looked blank.

"Millie we need to get out of here" he whispered reaching out to stroke the side of my face and it was all it took for me to launch myself at him.

Jonathan may have stole my first kiss but I took are second for myself.

I was high on adrenaline, emotions and a general recklessness when I knocked us both back down onto the carpet and pushed my younger body onto his. I kissed him with a desperation, and he kissed me back, his hands running over my cotton night gown forever marking me as his own.

I was panting as I clutched onto his bare arms that were trying to loop around my waist and roll us. Groaning as he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue between my lips I fell down against the bed as he straddled me.I locked my legs around his hips rocking into him slighty which released an animal like cry from him and his hands dipped beneath my shirt. His warm fingers egged up past my stomach.

I remember the smoke then and I drew back a little pulling my mouth away from his trying to process what was happening.

We were burning. There was a demon. We were all going to die.

Jonathan was nuzzling at my face his nose brushing against me and it drew my focus. His expression was intense when I met his eyes, those dark orbs full of threat. I thought he was going to pull away from me, but before I could try and think of a way to prolonged the kiss he was back with his lips on my mouth kissing me with a hunger. I welcome his attention withering about beneath him, desperate for his touch. His mouth was hot and his lips softer than usual. He was taking his time with me as he tasted me with his tongue, devoting himself to me.

The fire though. I could feel it burning up the hallway and edging near to my quarters. I don't know how Jonathan had gotten in, but all I could think about were the tortures screams of those around us. We to were destined for the same fate.

I pushed at Jonathan, snatching my mouth away to claw at my throat as I bolted upright startling him.

"The demon, we need to go. Jonathan, the house is burning. The others we need to save them" I cried feeling the tears streaming down my face. Jonathan looked emotionless, frozen by some sort of fear. He looked ashen.

"Millie, Millie your not there. Look at me Millie. This is now, what your talking about … that was a long time ago. Your not there Millie, you're here with me" he insisted and I looked around confused.

I blinked the tears back a littler trying to focus on my surroundings. I was in Jonathan's room. In Jonathan's bed.

"We … were safe?" I whimpered looking desperately for the signs of a fire or the painful screams which haunted me.

He shook his head wordlessly and I blinked back at him.

"I … I must have been dreaming … I, well it felt so real. I was reliving that night. What happened to us …" I broke of shaking my head in distress.

"I woke up to you kissing me. You climb onto me, I thought you were …" he shook his head not finishing his sentence either and we both seemed as confused.

"I need to go" I insisted pulling down my t-shirt and blushing as I felt the love-bite on the inside of my neck.

"No" he pleaded snatching at my wrist as I tried to disembark from the bed. "Millie, if your having dreams like that I don't want you to be alone. You thought it was real, you woke up and you thought you were dying. I don't want you to ever have to think about that night" Jonathan warned but I pulled back against him.

"I want to be alone" I insisted snapping my wrist away from his hold.

It had felt real. I was reliving the burning of the house, the death of my Mother. I began to cry harder as I left his room and descended the stairs. I knew he followed me, he may have been silent but I could feel his presence with me.

I screamed at him. Smashed a vase and dark half a bottle of wine before I allowed him to carry me back to his bed were I slept dreamlessly well into the later afternoon.


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