"Got this from Delilah?" Mavis asked, holding the silver chain on one finger, as the rusty locket hung at the bottom. I hopped off of Apollo, and my hood fell off my head. I raised it quickly, feeling the side of my face sizzling as the sunlight grazed it. Solomon made eye contact with Mavis, held it for a while, and made his way with Apollo and Charm to his backyard.
"How'd you know about that?" I asked.
"Come on now, Elora. I'm Dracula's daughter. I've seen this thing so many times."
I reach for it, and she pulls it towards her. "Nope! Can't let you do that."
"What? Why? It's mine!"
"Nay. It's my father's." Mavis grabbed the rusty locket, looking at it. "It was actually my mother's." She looked at me with eyes so sorrowful, I thought she was back to normal. Almost. "I need you to do something." Mavis grabbed my wrist, pulling me in the shadow she was standing under. "There's a pill inside of the locket that will make you immune to the sun for as long as you shall live. You will never need a magic-laced ring, but I will only give it to you if you do one thing for Solomon."
"S-Solomon? What is it?" I asked, trying to figure out if she's lying or not. Her eyes are so glassy I can't even tell if she's telling the truth.
"Your soul mate, Solomon, he -"
I cleared my throat on purpose, and gulped down the lump in my throat.
"Like I was saying. Your totally hot and sexy soul mate, Solomon, wanted his soul mate back. And now that he has her, he's planning on having a perfect, forever-honeymoon-phase with you until the end of time. You know what that means, right? Here, I'll sum it up for you. He wants to start a family real soon. And we all know you'll let him. Face it, Elora, you have the hots for Solomon, you just don't want to admit it to yourself. You can tell me if you do. Because I won't tell anyone." Mavis smirked wickedly, flashing her perfectly white teeth. "Solomon's kinder than you think. He's not bad, he just wants people to think he is. He's -"
"Stop!" I exclaim. "I'm not sleeping with Solomon!" I run as fast as I can into the house, up the stairs, dodging Amelia as I enter Solomon's - - or should I say our - - bedroom, and pulled Solomon's sweatshirt over my head. I look out the window that faces the backyard, that's always covered with thick silk that I haven't actually noticed until last night. There he was. Solomon. He was taking off Charm's saddle and reins and I saw Apollo and the other horses in their massive corral that took up more than half of Solomon's parking-lot-sized backyard. After Solomon put them in their corral, he slipped himself inside, and ran along side of his five horses, and hopped on Willow, the black-and-white horse, and rode him while the other four were running beside him. Solomon looked . . . normal. He's an animal-lover, a kind, yet intimidating man who claims to be a lot of things. Like for instance, he claims that he's the husband of my past life and he's bound to have me until the end of time.
I screamed and threw his sweatshirt across the room. It landed on the top of the left-open bathroom door and I looked at it for a while, as if that sweatshirt would tell me what to do. But then, I realized something. Nothing can save me from what had just happened. That moment Solomon and I had this morning, that made my feelings come out, and I realized that I do like him. Jonah can't save me from this. Not him, not Dracula, not anyone. This is what was supposed to happen. If I hadn't been so stubborn, Derick wouldn't have died and Mavis and Amelia wouldn't be Solomon's hypnotized servants. All of this happened because of me. Because I was so stubborn. I didn't want this. I didn't want to 'come to my sense' - as Solomon called it - and realize that I do have feelings for him. Feelings that make me happy and jittery and yet a the same time feeling like punching down a wall. Because I can't believe this. Solomon has gotten under my skin, and found a way to get me hooked. I know this isn't some sort of sorcery. I have a gut-feeling. And I always follow my gut.
"You okay?"
I jump so high that I thought I was about to grip onto the ceiling like a frightened cat. "W-what do you mean?"
He goes to the bathroom, seeing his sweatshirt there, and takes it from the door, then comes toward me. And I feel my stomach tightening up. "That was a mighty hard throw."
I don't say anything. Because, what can I say? I threw your sweatshirt across the room because I'm pissed off that I don't know why I'm feeling like this or how I'm supposed to react to it. I take a look at his shirtless torso. His chest and stomach were so sculpted, and tiny beads of sweat were dotted randomly on him. It was too much. I couldn't take it. I don't know whether I would like to be him or be on him. I'm sure it's lust. And it's making me shake. I move past him and I know he notices my sudden change in body position, because I'm not standing nonchalantly anymore. I'm leaning against a wall, with my hands shaking, stomach as tight as can be, and tapping my foot to distract myself.
He walks towards, and I'm about to stop him, but he's too quick. He grabs hold of my wrist and makes me face him. His gorgeous metallic-grey eyes pierce through mine and I try to break eye contact. But he's got me hooked.
Solomon smirks. "I knew it. I'm driving you crazy, Elora. In every way."
"Don't," I say quickly, thinking of Jonah. "It's way too soon and I d-"
Too late. He's already kissing me. Full-force on my lips. I didn't realize I smacked the back of my hand on the wall behind me until I felt it throb. I didn't know what to do now! His lips were so soft against mine. There was absolutely nothing wrong with how he was kissing me. He actually made me want more. But like I said. It's just lust.
I pushed him off of me and he came back, kissing my neck this time. I gasped when he did that, because I wasn't expecting that to happen. I placed my hands on his chest to push him off again, and then my body gave in. It felt good, feeling him kissing me and just holding me, giving me the attention I've been seeking for from . . . . from Jonah. But we've been too busy with training.
Before I know it, Solomon had already slipped me onto his bed, and all I could think about was him. Our lips were mashed together, colliding with each other and he wouldn't let me go. I felt his fingers grazing against my back, then my waist and all the way to my neck where he grabbed onto me and made the kiss passionate. And then his hands made their way to my waist, where they gripped onto my jeans, and made there way to my crotch. He started fumbling with my zipper . . . and then I remembered, this is what he wants from me. This is what Mavis was talking about. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him off of me.
"No!" I exclaimed, falling off the side of the bed. I got to my feet and looked down at my pants. My zipper was down and the button to my jeans was unbuttoned. I fixed my jeans and looked up at Solomon who had gotten up from his bed and was coming towards me. I wanted him so bad, and I hated myself for that. I used my inhumanly-fast, handy-dandy speed to run into the bathroom, and lock the door as soon as I came in. I began to walk backwards, thinking that he had an extra key somewhere out there.
"Elora," Solomon called, knocking on the bathroom door. "I'll stop, okay? If you didn't want to, why didn't you say so?"
I gritted my teeth as I sat down on the bathroom floor and yelled, "That's the problem, Solomon! I wanted to!" I don't know why I had to yell that, but I know that made him quite ecstatic.
"W-wait," he said, sounding confused. "Then, why did you push me away?"
"Because this is what you want! You want to have sex! And to have your all-mighty vampire family with me. Mavis told me! I won't give you that satisfaction!"
"Elora, baby, I haven't been with a woman since your past life . . . passed away. I've been holding back for almost a century. If anything, I wasn't going to force this on you. And - - Mavis said what? Yes, it's true, I want to have children with you. I want to. But only when you're ready. Besides, I want to start fresh. I'm going to take you places you've never been before, and you're to be the happiest woman in the world. I'm giving you what most humans can only dream about."
I gulp, curling myself up in a ball and resting my chin on my knees. "And what's that?"
"Adventure. I know it doesn't sound like all-that, but I'll show you things you could only imagine of seeing. When you stop being afraid, I can show you, Elora. I said that about you being afraid because you looked petrified when you pushed me off. Did you think I was going . . . going to rape you?"
I said nothing.
Solomon sighed. "Baby, please come out."
Not a word escaped my lips.
Something went into the door knob and I figured that it was a key.
"Alright," Solomon added. "I'm coming in."
