Disclaimer: The Night World is the property of L.J. Smith as are any of the
characters you recognise like Thierry, Hannah, Lupe etc.
Spoilers: All of the Night World books and my story Bound by Flame.
Rating: 15.
Author: Aife Bisclaveret {or Bernadette in the real world}
E-mail: treeloie@yahoo.com or aife_bisclaveret@hotmail.com msn messenger and yahoo messenger same as e-mail.
Title: The Fire That Binds.
Author's Notes: I know, I know this is incredibly late but I have been really busy the past few weeks, I had exams until this week and then I started a new job this week. Also this part was sort of hard to write, I edited a lot of it and decided to leave the end of it until the next part because it wouldn't really fit so this part isn't that long. I definitely should have more time to write this week though so the next part will hopefully be out in at most a week.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last part,
Orange: Wow two reviews, thanks so much. Yes Diablo does have it fairly bad but it remains to be seen what exactly he intends to do about it, he's so annoying like that I had a fairly set plan when I began this story but the characters are leading it in different directions than I intended.
Mandy: Thanks so much for the review, I have a few ideas about where this is going but I think the next couple of chapters should at least start to get things moving towards a resolution.
Redaura: Thanks, I also love hearing what you have to say about the story. I hope you didn't end up on the floor considering how long it took me to write this part, I promise the next part will be much quicker. Procrastinate means, well in my head it means to put things off, basically to do anything else you can besides what you have to do.
Part 11.
A kiss, such a simple thing or so it should be, it shouldn't cause the mishmash of emotions that was currently running through her, hate, distrust and anger mixed with need, want and maybe something more, something she didn't want. His hands moving gently over her hips, encircling her waist, drawing her closer, his mouth soft and warm becoming more demanding, her arms resting on his shoulders, her hands curling into the softness of his hair, simple motions that felt so right but that she knew were wrong.
The kiss became deeper, stronger and tinged with something like desperation because they both knew this really shouldn't be happening, both torn between not wanting this at all and needing it sort of desperately. A thousand and one thoughts were running through her mind and only a little over half of them were hers. His thoughts skewed through her mind telling her so much about him, more than she really wanted to know.
She could feel the connection between them burning bright and strong and painful and oh it was painful. It let her into his mind and she saw all the darkness in him and saw his secret, hidden places, the problem was the places he tried to hide, the things he suppressed were the only real good she saw in him. She saw what he was and all the things he had done, all the pain he had caused and the worst thing was a part of her didn't care. For this part of herself all that mattered was what was between them, what she felt for him.
"And what is that?" she thought, "What is between us?"
She already knew the answer to that, he had told her the night before, soulmates, they were soulmates but that couldn't be right, how could she be soulmates with him. There had to be something wrong there, how could you love someone you were afraid of, and she was afraid of him, she knew what he was capable of. Maybe fate had made a mistake and she'd been assigned the wrong soulmate because how could two people supposedly born to be together be so completely wrong for each other?
"We're not completely wrong for each other," his voice said softly in her mind.
"Oh no," she replied cynically finding it strange to be carrying out a conversation in his mind.
"No," he replied out loud breaking the kiss and the connection. "In some ways," he said softly, "we're perfect for each other."
As he spoke he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear his thumb stroking her cheek softly as he did so. It had been the barest touch, the softest caress but it still sent tingles down her spine.
"I don't think so," she told him, "we're nothing alike, we've nothing in common."
"Is that really what you think or is it just what you think you should think? How you think you should feel? Besides opposites attract you know."
He was laughing at her now and she knew it and more than anything she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. "Not in this case," she said angrily.
"Really then what was that a minute ago? You're going to tell me that wasn't attraction?"
"That was a mistake," she replied evenly, breathing slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth trying to keep herself calm. She wasn't exactly known for her level-headedness but she knew losing her temper with a vampire was not a good idea. "You're a vampire and I'm a human," she said as though that was the end of the matter.
"And what? All laws of God and Man are against us?" the derision lay heavy in his voice.
"Well your laws are against us aren't they," she replied.
"Well it's an easy enough thing to get around," he said.
Aniela looked into his eyes and knew he was being serious. "Oh no," she said gravely, "there's no way you're turning me into a."
"A what?" he snapped, "a monster, that's all I am to you right"
"Well that's what you are isn't it," she snapped back, "You're called after the devil for God's sake."
His green eyes blazed silver, "Oh I was wondering when this would come up, that's just a little too much for the good Catholic girl right, can't stand anything that's different from what you believe in right?"
Aniela's tempered flared. "How dare you?" she spat, "How dare you say that, you're the one with all the prejudices, not me. You're the one who believes all humans are vermin right? That is what you believe, isn't it? And not just humans anyone who isn't your race just isn't good enough."
All Aniela could feel at that moment was anger, white-hot anger that flowed through her building and building, looking for an outlet. It felt good, singular, much better than the confusion she had been feeling. She wasn't thinking but that was okay because she didn't want to think, instead she reacted and that involved her fist flying in the direction of his nose.
It didn't connect, she had known it wouldn't, he was too fast but she had taken him by surprise and her fist was mere inches from his face when he caught it.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped. "I'm a vampire or have you forgotten? Why would you do something so stupid as try to hit me?"
"Because you deserved it," she said angrily.
And out of nowhere the side of his lip twitched, "I did, didn't I. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, I was just angry."
"Me too," Aniela replied.
"No," he said, "you meant everything you said, most of it's true."
She sighed mostly out of frustration, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly, "this isn't how imagined things would be here."
"I gathered that," Aniela said with a smile, "How did you think things would be?"
An image popped into his mind as an answer to her question but he shoved it back quickly before she got a chance to see it. "Not like this," he replied looking down only noticing then that he still held her hand in his.
He drew her wrist to his mouth and Aniela realised he was planning to wipe her mind again.
"Don't," she snapped wrenching her hand out of his grip.
"It will be easier this way," he said softly, "Don't you think it will be better if you don't have to remember all this?"
"Maybe," she replied, "but if I do remember I'll know to keep out of your way. You're less likely to give into temptation if there's nothing there to tempt you."
"That's true but there will be nothing to stop another vampire from reading your mind and finding out what's happened and deciding to kill you."
"Why would another vampire want to read my mind? It will be easier this way."
"You're right I suppose."
"I am," she replied.
"Then I guess I'll see you around," he said.
"Not if I see you first," she replied with utter conviction.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against her car in a relaxed stance. A boyish grin spread across his face making him look young and innocent but Aniela knew he was none of those things, she had seen into his soul and knew what dark, turbulent depths lay beneath his calm, bright surface. She opened the car door sliding past him into the driver's seat.
"Goodbye," she said softly looking up at him surprised to feel her throat constrict a little and her vision water.
"Bye," he replied reaching out to touch her face before turning and walking away.
She didn't start the car after he left she just sat there staring into space caught between anger and sadness. Angry with herself for feeling like this, sad because she knew she could never let this happen again, she could never feel his lips on hers again or the fire that ran through her veins when they touched.
Spoilers: All of the Night World books and my story Bound by Flame.
Rating: 15.
Author: Aife Bisclaveret {or Bernadette in the real world}
E-mail: treeloie@yahoo.com or aife_bisclaveret@hotmail.com msn messenger and yahoo messenger same as e-mail.
Title: The Fire That Binds.
Author's Notes: I know, I know this is incredibly late but I have been really busy the past few weeks, I had exams until this week and then I started a new job this week. Also this part was sort of hard to write, I edited a lot of it and decided to leave the end of it until the next part because it wouldn't really fit so this part isn't that long. I definitely should have more time to write this week though so the next part will hopefully be out in at most a week.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last part,
Orange: Wow two reviews, thanks so much. Yes Diablo does have it fairly bad but it remains to be seen what exactly he intends to do about it, he's so annoying like that I had a fairly set plan when I began this story but the characters are leading it in different directions than I intended.
Mandy: Thanks so much for the review, I have a few ideas about where this is going but I think the next couple of chapters should at least start to get things moving towards a resolution.
Redaura: Thanks, I also love hearing what you have to say about the story. I hope you didn't end up on the floor considering how long it took me to write this part, I promise the next part will be much quicker. Procrastinate means, well in my head it means to put things off, basically to do anything else you can besides what you have to do.
Part 11.
A kiss, such a simple thing or so it should be, it shouldn't cause the mishmash of emotions that was currently running through her, hate, distrust and anger mixed with need, want and maybe something more, something she didn't want. His hands moving gently over her hips, encircling her waist, drawing her closer, his mouth soft and warm becoming more demanding, her arms resting on his shoulders, her hands curling into the softness of his hair, simple motions that felt so right but that she knew were wrong.
The kiss became deeper, stronger and tinged with something like desperation because they both knew this really shouldn't be happening, both torn between not wanting this at all and needing it sort of desperately. A thousand and one thoughts were running through her mind and only a little over half of them were hers. His thoughts skewed through her mind telling her so much about him, more than she really wanted to know.
She could feel the connection between them burning bright and strong and painful and oh it was painful. It let her into his mind and she saw all the darkness in him and saw his secret, hidden places, the problem was the places he tried to hide, the things he suppressed were the only real good she saw in him. She saw what he was and all the things he had done, all the pain he had caused and the worst thing was a part of her didn't care. For this part of herself all that mattered was what was between them, what she felt for him.
"And what is that?" she thought, "What is between us?"
She already knew the answer to that, he had told her the night before, soulmates, they were soulmates but that couldn't be right, how could she be soulmates with him. There had to be something wrong there, how could you love someone you were afraid of, and she was afraid of him, she knew what he was capable of. Maybe fate had made a mistake and she'd been assigned the wrong soulmate because how could two people supposedly born to be together be so completely wrong for each other?
"We're not completely wrong for each other," his voice said softly in her mind.
"Oh no," she replied cynically finding it strange to be carrying out a conversation in his mind.
"No," he replied out loud breaking the kiss and the connection. "In some ways," he said softly, "we're perfect for each other."
As he spoke he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear his thumb stroking her cheek softly as he did so. It had been the barest touch, the softest caress but it still sent tingles down her spine.
"I don't think so," she told him, "we're nothing alike, we've nothing in common."
"Is that really what you think or is it just what you think you should think? How you think you should feel? Besides opposites attract you know."
He was laughing at her now and she knew it and more than anything she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. "Not in this case," she said angrily.
"Really then what was that a minute ago? You're going to tell me that wasn't attraction?"
"That was a mistake," she replied evenly, breathing slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth trying to keep herself calm. She wasn't exactly known for her level-headedness but she knew losing her temper with a vampire was not a good idea. "You're a vampire and I'm a human," she said as though that was the end of the matter.
"And what? All laws of God and Man are against us?" the derision lay heavy in his voice.
"Well your laws are against us aren't they," she replied.
"Well it's an easy enough thing to get around," he said.
Aniela looked into his eyes and knew he was being serious. "Oh no," she said gravely, "there's no way you're turning me into a."
"A what?" he snapped, "a monster, that's all I am to you right"
"Well that's what you are isn't it," she snapped back, "You're called after the devil for God's sake."
His green eyes blazed silver, "Oh I was wondering when this would come up, that's just a little too much for the good Catholic girl right, can't stand anything that's different from what you believe in right?"
Aniela's tempered flared. "How dare you?" she spat, "How dare you say that, you're the one with all the prejudices, not me. You're the one who believes all humans are vermin right? That is what you believe, isn't it? And not just humans anyone who isn't your race just isn't good enough."
All Aniela could feel at that moment was anger, white-hot anger that flowed through her building and building, looking for an outlet. It felt good, singular, much better than the confusion she had been feeling. She wasn't thinking but that was okay because she didn't want to think, instead she reacted and that involved her fist flying in the direction of his nose.
It didn't connect, she had known it wouldn't, he was too fast but she had taken him by surprise and her fist was mere inches from his face when he caught it.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped. "I'm a vampire or have you forgotten? Why would you do something so stupid as try to hit me?"
"Because you deserved it," she said angrily.
And out of nowhere the side of his lip twitched, "I did, didn't I. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, I was just angry."
"Me too," Aniela replied.
"No," he said, "you meant everything you said, most of it's true."
She sighed mostly out of frustration, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly, "this isn't how imagined things would be here."
"I gathered that," Aniela said with a smile, "How did you think things would be?"
An image popped into his mind as an answer to her question but he shoved it back quickly before she got a chance to see it. "Not like this," he replied looking down only noticing then that he still held her hand in his.
He drew her wrist to his mouth and Aniela realised he was planning to wipe her mind again.
"Don't," she snapped wrenching her hand out of his grip.
"It will be easier this way," he said softly, "Don't you think it will be better if you don't have to remember all this?"
"Maybe," she replied, "but if I do remember I'll know to keep out of your way. You're less likely to give into temptation if there's nothing there to tempt you."
"That's true but there will be nothing to stop another vampire from reading your mind and finding out what's happened and deciding to kill you."
"Why would another vampire want to read my mind? It will be easier this way."
"You're right I suppose."
"I am," she replied.
"Then I guess I'll see you around," he said.
"Not if I see you first," she replied with utter conviction.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against her car in a relaxed stance. A boyish grin spread across his face making him look young and innocent but Aniela knew he was none of those things, she had seen into his soul and knew what dark, turbulent depths lay beneath his calm, bright surface. She opened the car door sliding past him into the driver's seat.
"Goodbye," she said softly looking up at him surprised to feel her throat constrict a little and her vision water.
"Bye," he replied reaching out to touch her face before turning and walking away.
She didn't start the car after he left she just sat there staring into space caught between anger and sadness. Angry with herself for feeling like this, sad because she knew she could never let this happen again, she could never feel his lips on hers again or the fire that ran through her veins when they touched.