Serenity watched, tears welling in her eyes, as they burned her mother at the
stake, alive. She huddled low to the ground, shivering from fear. She could hear
her mother's blood curdling screams as the flames consumed her flesh. The
people of the village watched on, mothers, children, and fathers. Babies wailed
as many spat at the woman they considered a murderer. Serenity rocked back
and forth on the floor as she clutched her legs to her bosom. She should run. Go
to her mother. She wanted to scream, cry out. But she was scared. Scared they
would burn her too. She wished she wasn't such a coward. That she was brave
enough to save her mother. And Richard…How could she let this happen? She
bent over and threw up on the ground.
Why couldn't she be brave? Why couldn't she stick up for her family? She could
have done something, anything. Now she wished she could just crawl into a hole
and die. What was she worth to anyone when she couldn't save the people
closest to her, the people she loved?
She wiped her mouth and tears with the back of her hand when she had finished
throwing up and stood there for hours until everyone finally left. Only then did she
feel strong enough to venture out, and only hours later did she do so. And when
she did she cried at her charred mother's feet. The stench was strong and fresh
but she didn't care. She didn't know what to do or where to go.
She sat hunched over for a long time before she stood up decisively with a heavy
heart and ran. Away from the village of the people whom had never accepted
her. Away from the people whom had hurt her the most. She ran so fast that her
feet bled.
~*~
Serenity shivered as she clutched her cloak around her body, the sack of items
her mother had hurriedly put together for her over her shoulder. She had been
running for a while now and couldn't run or cry anymore. Her feet were sore,
muddy and black with dry blood caked underneath. She rocked back and forth
after sitting down on a bench when realization suddenly dawned on her; she had
no home, no family, she had nothing.
Why did she have to decide that Richard had to be hiding something from her?
Why couldn't she have left it all alone to lie? She had been such a fool, and now
both her husband and mother had to pay for her mistakes.
It was all her fault. And now she felt empty and alone in a big place.
An old wooden sign told her she was in a place called Paris. Like it mattered, she
wouldn't be able to find her way; she was lost. With no skills to fall back on, she
had nothing else to do other than to just sit there. She looked down at the old
wooden bench she decided would be her bed for the night. She leaned her body
over and placed her sack beneath her head. She needed to find somewhere to
stay soon; winter was coming and it was already getting cold.
~*~
Serenity was jarred from her sleep when she felt someone shake her shoulder.
"Hello, are you all right?" She began to rise at the soft friendly voice. She was
hesitant to show her face at first. It was the first person she had come in contact
with since she had run away. She decided to chance it, whomever the person
was, it didn't seem like the voice of someone would or could hurt her. She turned
around and watched at the woman stood back shocked. "Olivia?" It seemed as if
the woman was evaluating her. She shook her head slightly, she didn't know
whom this Olivia person was, but she did know that she wasn't whom the woman
thought. "Oh, I thought you were...someone else." Serenity watched as she
turned to leave. On impulse, she called out to her.
"No wait!" She cried. "Can I come with you? I have no where to go...I...but I will
stay out of your way." She continued. "Please...I...I have no where else to go."
"Have you no mother…no father?" The woman asked, her golden hair fluttering
over her blue eyes. Serenity felt her heart ache. It had been the first time she had
seen someone with a hair that color. It was odd, but she thought it was beautiful,
that it shone in the moonlight.
"My mother is dead…and I don't know who my real mother is I-" She replied
softly, pausing to bow her head in shame. "Though she treated me like I was her
own." She couldn't believe the amount of things that had occurred to her in just
the matter of a day; just thinking on it made her come down in tears. To believe
that she thought she couldn't cry.
"I do not know." The woman replied as if speculating something. "What
happened...are you sure that there is no where you can go, I can not offer you
much...there are places that you could go if you want shelter...I-I really do not
think that I can be of much help to you."
"Please" Serenity whispered, sobs racking her body as she slumped down to
bench. "I do not know where I can go and I am scared...and my mother is gone...I
have no where else to go...I did not do anything wrong! It was an accident," She
cried, her palms covering her face. It was the first time that she had even come
to terms with the change that had overtaken her, the change that had started it
all. What kind of monster was she?
"My name...my name is—" Serenity jerked up as the woman stopped short. "My
name is Minako...you can stay with me until you learn to fend for yourself." She
finished as she turned and began to walk away. "Come...the park can be really
dangerous at this time of night...all sorts of things creep away from their hiding
places."
~*~
"She's---she's my wife?" Mamoru sat up and looked at Minako unsure; she
nodded her head solemnly. "But I…why don't I remember and according to what
you told me…I should be dead." Minako sighed as she relaxed in Malachite's
arms. They had told the others of their new discoveries but had opted for them
not to be in the room while they discussed it with Mamoru; their feelings towards
the same woman were not the same. Rei was unsure whether to forgive or not,
and only considered it because she was her half sister. Jadeite decided that he
would stick by her decision no matter what she decided. As for Nephrite and
Makoto, they hated her with everything she had. It would only make for an
awkward situation if they were to be present while Mamoru talked about her in a
way they could not understand. Besides, he was a murderer in himself, and
before they had discovered whom Usagi really was, it was him they were after.
"What I told you is what Serenity told me when we met, it's only half the story."
Minako continued. "After I took her in she got really sick, really fast." She paused.
"I didn't know what was the matter and I had even gotten a doctor to come in and
see her but he couldn't not decipher the cause either. She got paler and paler
before my eyes with each passing day. My error was that I had gotten a human
doctor to see her, had I found a doctor whom was vampire in origin, I would have
discovered why she was sick. But I had been afraid that if another vampire was
to see a human in my care that they would overpower me and take her." She
sighed as Malachite comforted her by rubbing her swollen belly. "Her skin even
began to dry up and peel, and she would always tell me how thirsty she was---
but no matter what I had given her---her thirst was never satisfied."
"She almost died then…" He whispered.
"Yes." She replied. "Had it not been for the bottled blood that I usually keep in the
icebox, she would have." She smiled wearily. "I had woken one night to a
thumping noise and then a crash from the kitchen." She paused. "When I
reached I found several empty broken glass bottles on the ground and her
drinking down the last one, blood dripping from the sides of her mouth, as if her
very life depended on it---it was then that I had understood---she was just like
me."
"But what does this have to do with why I did not die in that fire?" Mamoru replied
frustrated as he clenched the sheets beneath him. "I don't understand."
"Neither do we…or at least not I…she never did tell me that." She paused. "All
that I know is that you just showed up on our doorstep one day and when she
came and saw you there she just fell down on her knees crying as if she had
seen a ghost or something. I've only seen Serenity cry twice like this and it
scares me every time." She diverted her eyes to the ground with a blush that was
uncharacteristic of her. "The two of you retired to her bedroom and didn't come
out for three days…she only came down for an occasional drink." She sighed in
remembrance. "Some times you two were so loud that pieces of the paint would
fall from the downstairs ceiling." Mamoru looked out the window in agony as if
trying to remember anything he could when he suddenly snapped his head back
towards her with sudden dawning.
"So why am I not with her now…what happened?" Minako wrung her hands over
and over in distress.
"That was the second time I had seen her cry, only this time I didn't know why."
She paused. "I only knew what I saw." She paused again. "Slowly as the days
passed Serenity would talk to me about her relationship with you and how she
felt as if sometimes you would make love to her, and not even see her. She also
told me that you were disappearing into the night again." She took in a deep
breath. "One day, I had not known, but she followed you." She passed her fingers
through her hair frustratingly. "She came back early in the morning, running into
the house in tears, her face pale as a white sheet. You came in moments after
her---there was a big argument---the two of you were up there for hours until
finally you came down and walked out the door. You never came back, and she
never told me what happened."
"The last memories I have are not with her…and I…I don't know of anything
before that." Mamoru paused as he scratched the back of his neck. "But this
explains why…I always wondered…I…I don't get it…it doesn't make since."
"What doesn't?" Malachite inquired.
"What that damned gypsy woman told me."
~*~
Mamoru starred into the darkness outside through the window. His legs were still
slightly weak, but he was numb to the pain. It had been two nights since he had
that long discussion with Malachite, two nights since he learned of his past from
Minako. Yet he still did not remember.
It was frustrating. He slammed his fist against the wall.
It had also been two nights since he last seen her.
He needed to see her.
He would no longer wait.
He transformed and jumped through the window, shattering the glass.
Robert appeared in the room seconds later. The cool breeze from the outdoors
sent a chill through the room. Elizabeth was right behind him.
"What should we do now?" It was silent for a moment before he spoke.
"Wait."
~*~
Usagi brought her knees up to her chin and huddled as much as she could in the
corner of her bathroom. Her eyes were fixed on the sharp knife that lay at her
feet. It gleamed in the moonlight that shone from the window.
It hurt.
The blade was so inviting.
Everything hurt.
It held promises of fulfillment.
Breathing hurt.
It could take away the pain.
Thinking hurt.
She didn't want to hurt anymore.
It hurt when she felt her heart beat.
She snatched up the knife.
Living hurt.
With one swift movement she hefted the knife smoothly and began slashing her
wrists, blood immediately spilling to the floor.
~*~
His lungs heaved in his chest as he ran.
He could feel her.
All four of his legs dug into the dirt as he traveled the distance to get to her.
It hurt.
He wouldn't lose another one.
Everything hurt.
For the first time he had finally found everything he needed.
Breathing hurt.
He wasn't going to lose her.
Thinking hurt.
For the first time he had found a mate who could be with him till the end of time.
It hurt when he felt his heart beat.
He'd save her, it wouldn't happen again. History would not repeat itself.
Living hurt.
She'd live for him.
~*~
Her head hurt. She needed to get rid of the pain. She banged her head
repeatedly against the wall.
~*~
He found her naked in a thick puddle of blood that collected in one corner of the
bathroom, her legs bent and her arms wrapped around them and she rocked
back and forth, banging her head against the tiled wall. There were bloody cuts
all over her body, a bloody knife strewn across the floor with streaks of blood all
along it that led to her. Her lips moved as she whispered softly something to
herself that he could not make out.
She paid him no mind. It was as if he wasn't even there.
It almost made him cry. Her skin was pale and blue and she looked almost dead.
He took a deep breath and approached her slowly before lifting her into his arms.
Blood stained his clothing and dripped to the floor. She continued to ignore him,
slowly whispering the mantra.
"Don't tell mama. Don't tell mama. Don't tell mama. Don't tell mama. Don't tell
mama."
He carried her to the huge white ornate tub, sat down on the side, and turned on
the faucet.
He was scared.
The sound of pouring water filled the room as she continued to rock back and
forth in his lap. He breathed slowly, kissing her temple and pulling back her
stained hair. He turned off the water and slowly placed her in the tub. The blood
began to slowly wash away from her body as he rinsed her clean, the water
slowly turning to a dark red. He watched as her wounds began to close slowly
one by one and wondered how many times she had to try to cut herself open in
order to produce so much blood. She had still yet to even acknowledge his
presence.
He would take her with him, to his home. He couldn't trust her by herself. He
would get her back to normal. She would be his again.
~*~
Serenity awoke the next morning feeling as if she had slept the night in a strange
bed. She yawned slowly and stretched her arms, sitting up and looking out the
window. Her eyes went wide. In place of her window were huge wooden framed
glass doors. Her curiosity got the best of her and she arose from the bed and
walked slowly to the doors. She could see the shinning moon through them high
in the sky. Glancing out over the sky she could tell that it was early morning...but
where was she? She breathed deeply as she looked over all the stars.
It was a beautiful sight. She looked down from the sky and could see that past
the doors there was some kind of platform on which one could walk. She looked
down at the knob on the door, turned it, and pulled. The breeze came in
immediately and blew at the curtains.
It was then that she realized that she was naked. Goosebumps rose on her skin.
She licked her lips. She was thirsty. Logic told her that perhaps she should get a
drink, but she wanted to see what was beyond the wall at the end of the platform.
She stepped outside, not minding her nakedness, and wrapped her arms around
her chest. When she came to the wall she looked over and down at the expanse
of lush green. There was a huge garden at the edge with a variety of different
trees and flowers, fountains, brooks, and bridges. There were various animals
she noted that were roaming about, deer, horses, and zebra, beyond that
stretched a deep dense forest for as far as she could see.
She was in awe. She had never seen such raw beauty. She could feel someone
watching her and turned around to stare into his eyes. He looked distant, as if
unsure how to approach her.
"Are you okay?" His eyes held a look of concern as he gazed at her for
assurance. She smiled.
"Could not sleep." She replied as she turned back towards the scenery below.
"Am I dreaming?" She breathed as she leaned over the wall.
"I...I brought you over to my home." She turned towards him with a wide grin.
"Our home." She replied with ease as she turned towards the animals. "Where
did you ever get such a beautiful place?"
"Serenity?" He was confused. Was she playing some kind of game with him?
"Everything seems so different...I wonder, maybe I am dreaming...I dreamt of
having a beautiful place like this many times before...and in my dreams, we have
many children." She paused and suddenly turned towards him. "In this dream, do
we have many children Richard?" His voice stuck in his throat at the name that
she used. She slowly walked towards him with a smile on her face. "If we do not,
will you make love to me until I become filled with you?" She thought she was
Serenity...and it also seemed as if she had forgotten that she was Usagi as well.
It was a change of pace. He saw a side of her that floored him to the spot. It was
untainted side, one that only knew of him as her lover, her husband. She was
innocent again.
There was only one thing he could do.
"This isn't a dream." He replied softly as he took her hand in his. "Come inside."
He didn't have sex with her. Sex was for strangers. He made love to her. It was a
passionate and slow lovemaking where for the first time that he could at least
remember, she gave her entire being to him, relinquishing all power and control
to him. And he greedily took in every bit of her. Giving her what she wanted of
him, filling her many times over. When she clung to him the first time, he almost
cried, angry at his younger self. That he could have had it so good only to let it
go.
Not this time.
No matter what, this time she was his.
~*~
Serenity awoke later in the morning to the feeling of warm fingers trailing her
stomach. She smiled before opening one eye.
"Richard." He was leaning over her, his weight on one elbow. He couldn't help
but smile at the lazy look she gave him.
"Serenity I—I love you."
"I know." She giggled as she leant into him and breathed, curling her leg around
his.
"And...and there's something I have to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Things are not...they're not what they seem." She sat up quickly at his words
and crinkled her brows.
"So this is a dream." Her eyes watered.
"No...it's not that." He pulled her back down to him and held her tightly.
"Then what is it?"
"Time...some time has passed...things are not as you remember."
"How much time?" She whispered as she looked into his eyes.
"Hundreds of years."
"Am I dead? I do not mind, if it means I get to spend eternity with you."
"No...you're not dead." He swallowed; his throat was dry. It was weird seeing her
like this, seeing such a soft side to her.
"I do not understand...how is it that I would live for so long? And how come I do
not remember?"
"I don't know why you don't remember...you had an accident...and you woke up
this morning as if it as well as a hundred years had not passed." There was some
truth to his statement. He didn't want to scare her with the knowledge that she
had tried to kill herself. "As for how you are alive...you know that you're different."
"I have always known." Her tone was sad and he felt bad for reminding her of her
parentage.
"But there are more like you...you're not alone." Her eyes widened in surprise as
he continued, combing his fingers through her hair all the while. "You are from a
race of people known as vampires...a people whom never grow old, whom never
die." She looked away unsure.
"That is why I grew faster than everyone else...that is why I still feel the same
since I was sixteen, even though you say that time has passed." He nodded his
head.
"What do vampires do?" He was silent after her question. He didn't know if she
was ready to know how it was that she had survived throughout the years. She
sensed his hesitation. "Endymion I have already awoken to a whole other world
and it frightens me, what more can you tell me that will make me more troubled
than I already am?" He sighed.
"A vampire gets their source of fuel, energy, food, in the blood of other races." He
paused. "The richest blood is found in that of the human race." He paused again.
"Without it...after some time you will die."
"I see." She tried not to let affect her but he could feel her shivering. "And you?"
She bit the side of her lip. "Are you a vampire too?"
"No." He whispered; she sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest as she turned
away from him.
"Then what are you?" She whispered. "Why—why are you here? This is a dream!
None of this is real!" He sat up behind her and held her tightly to his chest. She
sighed as he pushed her hair away from her back and began to plant kisses
along her neck to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, but in truth, I don't know why I have lived for as long as I have, and I
don't know how much longer I will be alive. I know very little about myself except
for a few things—I—I believe that I am one of the first of my kind, a wolf...there
are many others like me now...but none other has lived as long."
"Can a feline bare the child of a dog?" She whispered, tears beginning to fall
down her face. "I can not bare your child Endymion...can I? We are too
different...we were different then. And I know now that that was why you could
never give me a child."
"But I can." He reassured her. "You are part of me now...you too are part
wolf...and when the season comes, you will bare a child...I promise."
"How is it that I am a part of you?" She replied through the tears.
"Because—I let you drink of me." He paused. "And soon, I'll be a part of you as
well."
~*~
"I don't understand."
"Stop shitting me Malachite, you know exactly what I'm talking about." Mamoru
tersely replied as he crossed his arms in front of him.
"You want to bond with her?"
"Yes."
"She has not mentioned this idea to you at all?" He continued. Mamoru sighed.
"Like I told you, she didn't remember anything, not even that she's a vampire."
"And you plan to tell her?" Malachite walked over to one of the leather chairs in
Mamoru's study and sat down.
"I have already told her."
"What happened yesterday? What could have possibly made her just forget
everything?" He paused. "I have studied very well in the field of medicine and am
not surprised at the phenomena. It's a protective mechanism that your mind
creates when something is so traumatic that you can't handle it. You therefore
selectively forget everything." His eyes narrowed. "The traumatic event, as well
anything attached to it."
"Are you insinuating anything?"
"I am doing nothing of the sort." Malachite paused. "I merely acknowledge the
fact that when you returned yesterday to see her, something happened.
Something that you have not told me." Mamoru crossed his arms as the vision of
her in that thick pool of blood flashed before his eyes; he shook his head and
turned away. "Something did happen..."
"It doesn't matter." Mamoru breathed. "Just tell me the fucking ritual all right?
Stop playing these games."
"Is it what she wants?"
"Of course."
"I mean the real her Mamoru...what would you do if she up and one day
remembered who she was...what if she chose not to accept you?" He paused. "If
she ever in her mind decided that she is ready to remember, she will...and it will
all come crashing down to her in one moment in time."
"You worry yourself to much over my life...I did not ask you for a fucking
speech..."
"Fine, say I tell you, then what?"
"I'll take her away...I'm tired of everything...of this fucking life." He turned back
towards him. "It was all much easier when it was simpler."
"Nothing in life is simple." He paused. "Ever wondered what would happen if you
remembered?"
"Ri-richard?" They both turned towards the sound of a small voice. Serenity stood
at the door to his study, clutching the sheet they had slept in to her bosom and
body. "I woke up again and you—you were gone and I wanted to look for you but
everything was so different and big and...and I got lost." Her eyes trailed over to
Malachite and upon noticing him she brought the sheet up to cover herself even
more. Malachite watched as Mamoru walked towards her and cupped her chin
before giving her a light kiss on the lips. He then whispered a few words to her
that he couldn't hear before lifting her into his arms and turning towards him.
"I will be back shortly for that information." He quipped before walking out of the
room.
~*~
Mamoru sighed as Serenity snored softly in his lap. He pulled back a few curls
from her forehead and then placed a light kiss there. They were sitting in the
back of his limo; he was taking her to his cabin. A truck followed with all of their
belongings. He smiled when he remembered how wide her eyes had gotten
when she had seen the car. She was afraid to get in it, unsure how to react to
the idea of a machine that could take her places faster than a carriage could. He
was happy that she had been so open about the idea of living in his cabin for a
while. He had a feeling that it was mostly in part to the fact that all the new
technology scared her. She too, agreed to the idea of a simpler life.
~*~
When Serenity woke up she was laying down in a bed in an altogether different
room. This bed was extremely soft and she almost sunk into it. She looked
around and noticed the sturdy wooden walls, the stony fireplace at the end of the
bed, the huge wooden doors with glass panels that led to what Richard had
explained to her as a balcony. There were candles on the mantle and on various
shelves around the room. Outside it was nearing sunset and she realized that
she must now be in the cabin that Richard said they would be going to. With a
sigh she slipped off the bed, her feet settling on a very soft shaggy and plush rug.
She could smell food cooking and she wondered if Richard was making
something. Thinking nothing of it, she went towards the balcony and opened the
doors, feeling a bit hot and clammy in the sheltered room. She then walked to the
bathroom to freshen up as Richard had explained to her before going downstairs
to seek him out.
As soon as her foot touched the bottom step he was right before her. His face
buried in her neck, his hands riding low on her hips. She smiled at the affection,
as he seemed to just inhale her scent.
"Had a good nap?" She nodded her head at the question.
"I could smell you from upstairs." He paused. "You used the restroom?" She
nodded her head again, this time in slight confusion, her face reddening from
embarrassment at the question. He inhaled her scent again.
"What's wrong?"
"God, it's intoxicating. You're almost ripe." He whispered sensually, placing a kiss
on her temple and rubbing the spot between her stomach and crotch. "And any
alpha male wolf within at least a mile radius will know by the smell of your urine
that you are..." He inhaled her scent once more, taking it in with a deep breath. "I
can barely contain myself." He paused, saying the last words as a warning before
releasing her. "Don't go outside." She nodded her head, still a bit confused yet
scared enough of the warning to heed his words.
~*~
"Breathe baby breathe." Malachite coaxed as he slid his fingers into Minako's
vagina to check how far dilated she was. Minako clutched the bed sheets; she
was all sweated down, her body nude except for the sheet that covered her chest
and abdomen. She felt so tired, it didn't seem like the baby wanted to come out,
it had been about a twelve hours already since she had first gone into labor early
in the morning. Malachite sighed as he pulled his hand out.
"What...what's wrong?" For some reason every breath for her was exhausting to
make. "Why is it taking so long?" He sighed again as he took a cool wet cloth
from a basin on a chair next to the bed, squeezed it, folded it and placed it on her
forehead.
"There's nothing wrong actually...I can't explain why it's taking so long...it could
be just because it's your first time." He took her hand in his and squeezed; she
leaned into it.
"I'm so tired baby, you can't make it go any faster?" He planted kisses along the
top of her hand.
"No...I'm sorry I can't...you're only five centimeters." He replied.
"Is there anything that can make it go faster?"
"I sent Nephrite to get me some medicine that might help...it'll make the
contractions stronger, and I'm hoping, it'll make you dilate as well...want some
ice? " She nodded her head. "I'll be right back." He got up to leave just as Michiru
walked in with a wary smile and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"How's it going?" She whispered. Minako merely looked at the ceiling and
sighed.
"I wish that I could say that it was going."
"I made you some herbs oil," she replied as she held up a jar. "If you allow me to
pass it along your cervix, it will make the actual passage of the baby much
smoother. It will help to stretch the skin so that you do not tear and will also take
away some of the pain...do you mind if I apply it?" Minako smiled as best she
could and nodded her head.
"Go ahead, I trust you." She clutched the sheets and closed her eyes as Michiru
stood up, opened the jar and slipped her fingers inside to pull out some of the
soft yet thick and oily cream.
"Not everyone whom is not one of us believes that our herbs work, but they do.
Most are just skeptics." She passed it all along her cervix and continued to talk to
keep Minako from thinking about the discomfort. "The herb oil has also been
known to help dilate the cervix for some women, I—I over heard Malachite say
that you were not dilated far enough. I thought this could help." She closed the jar
tight and stood back from her when the door opened.
"Thank-you."
"Your welcome." She replied as Malachite walked in with a cup of ice and sat
down next to Minako. "Well, I will be outside, when true labor begins, you may
call me and I will be more than willing to assist you."
"Thank-you." Malachite replied. "I understand what it means for you to extend
hospitality towards us...we...or at least I, am undeserving."
"Our past does not make us Robert, our past is in the past. We should always
make our judgments based on the present." She paused. "I help you because
something tells me that there is more to you than what we know. You have been
through much, have trespassed much. But your presence here, indicates to me
that you have a bigger part in this than even you know of...you believe that the
oracle represents our hope, but I believe that all would be lost if you had not
made your presence known...and I thank-you." She bowed out of respect before
leaving the room.
Three hours later, Minako gave birth to a small baby boy.
~*~
It was getting late in the evening and Serenity was beginning to get scared. Her
husband left her in the cabin alone so that he could chop some wood for the fire.
It was now getting dark, but it was not the darkness that scared her. At every
closed door that led to the outside she could hear them. The scratching, the
howling, the barking, the sound of ten to twenty wolves for some reason
compelling her to go outside. And had it not been for his strict instruction for her
not to do so, she more than likely would have already.
It was odd; it wasn't as if she could understand what they were saying, but it was
almost as if she could detect various inflections in the sounds that they made and
was able to understand what they meant.
And they were all coaxing her to come outside.
Just how was Richard going to get inside without all the wolves getting in? And
why were they coaxing her to come outside any way? She shivered.
And why was she turned on by it?
She remembered how Richard tried to explain his race to her. They were
organized into families, or packs. Every pack had a territory marked by urination
so that others packs whom smelt it would stay away, and every pack had only
one alpha male and only one alpha female. The rest of the pack served as
hunters and tended to the pups that the alpha female bore. He was the alpha
male of his pack, but in his pack, there technically was no alpha female. The
alpha female was the female whom the alpha male had impregnated with his
seed. And as far as wolves were concerned, she smelt just as any other female
wolf whom had not bore any children. They did not care for the difference
between pureblooded wolf and werewolf. They did not care to give respect to him
because he was revered as the longest living wolf.
She stood up from her seat on the couch and started to walk towards the stairs.
What she needed was a shower. When she began to pass the front door the
howling and scratches got louder. She made two steps forward as if to open it
before stepping back and quickly running up the stairs. Once in the bedroom she
slammed the door behind her.
The breeze from the open balcony doors called her closer. She walked towards
the balcony and was about to close the doors when an overwhelming feeling of
curiosity came over her. She walked outside and looked down below. Several
wolves looked up at her all at once and began howling louder and jumping. Some
of them running back and jumping forward to get to her. Her heart raced as she
ran back inside and shut the doors and curtains behind her.
A shower. That's what she needed to cool down. Her body felt like it was on fire.
She shed her clothes as she walked towards the bathroom and turned on the
water. When it was it was a nice cool temperature she stepped in and tried to
relax.
She only seemed to get hotter. She took deep breaths before finally deciding to
just shut the water off. She noticed that it was oddly quiet as she dried herself
and wrapped a towel around her body, her wet hair clinging to her back. For
some odd reason she could tell that Richard had returned and she was glad.
Being alone with those wolves outside was seriously starting to affect her. When
she stepped out of the bathroom she was floored to her spot.
The fire from the fireplace illuminated her husband's body as he removed his torn
and bloody shirt, the last bit of clothing on his nakedness. And it was apparent
that he was very aroused. She starred at him, clutching the towel to her body as
he looked at her savagely...lustfully...hungrily. Her body reddened as she looked
away from his eyes to his skin; it was bruised and he was cut in several places,
small drops of blood trailing down his skin.
"You're hurt." She breathed as she stepped cautiously towards him. Without
thinking she touched his skin where it bled and brought her fingers to her mouth
to taste. His eyes were glued to her when she licked the sides of her finger
before looking up to him concerned. "What happened?" Being so close to him
seemed to make her even hotter than she thought possible, she went still when
he removed her towel and pulled her hip in close contact with his.
"You're in full blown heat..." His nostrils flared as he leaned into her and
whispered. "And the other alpha wolves of other packs did not think it fair for me
to have you without a fight." She gulped at the feral energy she could feel
passing from him to her.
"So you fought them." He combed his fingers through her damp hair.
"And won my prize." Her face reddened even more as she looked down at his
chest. "And I plan to claim you in the traditional way of my kind."
"I'm scared." She whispered. She had been used to having rough sex with him,
had remembered those times like it was yesterday, but this time was different.
She had a feeling that she would be consumed, that his carnal desire would be
too much for her.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you...it'll come natural..." He paused before leaning over
to whisper into her ear. "And I promise...you'll enjoy it as much as I will." He lifted
her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. She watched as he walked
over to the balcony doors and opened them before walking over to the bed and
crawling so that he was on top of her. "I want them to hear how I claimed my
alpha mate." He passed his hand beneath them and between her legs; her body
arched towards his when he slipped his fingers easily into her vagina. She
whimpered and clutched his arm. He wasn't surprised to find that she was so
indefinitely aroused that some of her juices had leaked onto the side of her legs.
He rolled her onto her side and lay behind her, his head in the crook of her neck.
"Endymion?" She wanted him, and wanted him bad. And truth of the matter was
that he could have sexed her in any position and she wouldn't care, as long as
she had him.
"Shhh...it's okay." He hooked his arm under her top leg to lift it and fitted his own
propped up leg beneath it to keep it wide open. She breathed deeply as he
adjusted himself so that he slid inside her. She moaned and he growled as he
slid all the way in. He slid his right hand along her left arm that had been curled
atop the pillow and above her head. He found her hand and tightly gripped it. His
left hand he fitted comfortably around her breast, cupping it, squeezing it. She
moaned and she threw her head back, laying it against his shoulder. "Move with
me." He whispered before he began a rough pace that had started quick and
hard. There was no transition so that she could get used to the feeling, and she
felt like her chest would explode. It was like a rush, an immediate rush. She
clutched his hand tightly and squeezed the other that held her breast.
"Ohhhhh." She moaned as he grunted into her ear, whispering her name over
and over in between. The bed shook with their movements. Tears fell from her
eyes as he stretched her vaginal walls with every move. His hand that held her
breast moved lower and her hand followed as he clutched and caressed her
crotch.
He quickened his movements, turning her body so that she no longer lay on her
side, extending his body behind her so that he lay on top of her, her rear raised
slightly as he continued his motions. He groaned as she flexed the muscles of
her vagina and squeezed him. She could feel his chest sliding against the skin of
her back, his breathing rough against her ear.
He quickened his movements, his hand now beneath them, still caressing her
most sensitive spot; her hand now lay free, clutching the sheet and turning her
knuckles pale white. He lifted himself above her and moved his hand so that it
gripped her free one; placing his weight on extended arms, he pinned both of her
hands to the bed and began to pound into her. She lifted her body in the same
way, supporting the front of her body on extended elbows and using her knees to
help propel herself back and forth as she attempted to match his rhythm. She
had thought she wouldn't be able to handle it, the consuming passion that he had
felt towards her. But she found that for every step further he went, she followed,
always wanting more. She bit the side of her lip as he leant forwards so that his
chest slid against her back once more. She could feel them getting closer and
closer. She closed her eyes as everything in her exploded. Her whole body
tightened up as she squeezed and pulled on him. He howled like a wolf into the
night when he came, filling her with the warmth of his seed.
She cried out in alarm as he leant forward and bit her.
He suckled her neck and she tried to move but he successfully pinned her flat to
the bed on her stomach, gripping her hands tightly and keeping them apart. She
screamed as she attempted to fight him off. She was stronger than him, but not
remembering much about herself, she had not known. Attempting to throw him
off had been a reflex. Robert had told him this, that she would be extremely
strong during this moment, stronger than usual, that his advantage would be her
amnesia. He would only need to be able to latch on for a few minutes before her
energy would begin to be drained and then she would no longer be able to fight
him. He hadn't counted on her blood tasting so warm and fresh, so unbelievingly
alluring.
It was like wine, so ripe and palatable that even as he continued to fight her off
he wondered if he would be able to stop drinking it when the time came. Robert
ensured him that he would, that there would be a point in which he was so full of
her blood that it would mix with his own, and it was at this point that it would taste
repulsive to him. He couldn't imagine that happening when it was such a
paradise to taste now. He could feel her gaining in strength; twice she had been
near successful at throwing him off. He had retaliated by pinning her legs down
with his knees.
He could feel her weakening beneath him, could feel her becoming still. It scared
him. What if Robert had been wrong? What if he drank of her down to the last
drop? What if she died because he couldn't stop himself? There was no turning
back now, he couldn't tare himself away from her neck if he wanted to; it called
him like siren.
He felt his body begin to change. His hair grew long and straight, his eyes a
deeper blue. He could hear voices in his head. Her voices. She was fighting him
in her mind even if she could no longer with her physical body. He closed his
eyes in bliss at the power, the unbelievable energy and strength that consumed
him. And just when he thought he could take no more, a bitter morbid taste filled
his mouth and he released her immediately. Her head dropped to the pillow with
a soft thud, blood dripping down from her neck and onto the sheets. He licked the
wound with his tongue and it sealed immediately after. His heart raced as he
looked at her almost lifeless body beneath him. He had no time to waste; he had
to get fresh human blood quick. He left her lying there and got dressed quickly
before opening the balcony doors and jumping from the railing.
He found the cabin just where Malachite had told him it would be. He had heard
of places like this but had never actually been to one. Eyeing it he could sense
the presence of five individuals, all male. He hoped that they would have what he
needed; he couldn't risk having to kill them all.
In a flicker of movements he was at the front door. He didn't care for decorum; he
barged in to see what looked like a bar. The room was silent as everyone glared
at him as if he was an intruder to their inner circle. Ignoring the looks he walked
over to the bartender.
"I need some fresh human blood." He replied evenly.
"How fresh?" Was the bartender's reply.
He didn't bother for doors; with his newfound strength he noticed that he could
jump a lot higher than before. Using this ability he jumped up to the balcony of
his bedroom where he left her. She was still lying there motionless. He quickly
went over to her side, opened the glass jug, and placed it on the floor. He helped
her to sit up, supporting her weak body before lifting the mouth of the jug to her
lips.
"Drink this." Some of it spilt down her chin, and onto her legs. Within seconds
however she was lifting shaky arms and holding onto the jug with a firm grip. He
watched as the color slowly returned to her skin; he could feel her slowly
regaining in strength. When she had drunk the last drop she threw the jug across
the room; it shattered into millions of pieces. Her movements were quick but his
were quicker. Just as she rose to run from him he slammed her body against the
wall and looked deep into her eyes with narrowed ones. "Well it seems the bitch
is back."
"Bastard." She spat as she struggled against his hold, but he slammed her just
as quickly against the wall once more, pinning her wrists with one hand and
holding her legs apart with his knees.
"Not as strong as you used to be?" He arched his brow. "Or maybe it's because
I'm just as strong, if not stronger...than you." She attempted to move her leg so
that she could knee him in the groin but he saw her thought before her action
was formed. He threw her onto the bed, burrowing his knees into her thighs to
keep her there. "Don't even fucking try it, we're one now; I know every fucking
move before you make it."
"Bastard." She repeated as she continued to struggle. "You had no fucking right."
"I had every right wife."
"Wife." She spat in disgust. "You don't even remember me." She turned away.
"Besides, I don't even love—"
"Bullshit."
"Get off me you bastard, you don't own-"
"For once in your life, stop trying to act like you're on top of the world and just
shut the fuck up." He kissed her brutally; she bit his lip and he withdrew, his
tongue darting across the bruise to taste the salty blood.
"I said get off—" He kissed her again, this time entering her mouth and rubbing
his tongue against her own. She whimpered in response. He released her hands
and she reached up to beat on his chest, arching her body towards him as one
hand reached between her legs and cupped her tightly. His other hand gripped
her breast as his lips trailed her skin down to her neck, biting her with his sharper
teeth, licking her sweat with his tongue. His hand moved from her breast to the
back of her head as he kissed her savagely.
She surrendered her body to him; they fucked like animals.
When she awoke to an empty bed the next morning she had wanted to believe
that it was all a lie. That it didn't happen. But her body was sore all over, bright
red lines from where he passed his teeth, marking her as his territory. Her eyes
opened slowly, the bright light from the outdoors almost blinding her. Immediately
she shut them. She could feel the cool breeze from outside through the balcony
doors.
It must have snowed last night. She was surprised she hadn't notice. But she
was barely aware of anything lately. She felt exhausted; her body was just a
moist sticky mess. Inside she wondered where he was and if he had left her. As
she sat up from the bed slowly, she decided that she didn't care. When she
attempted to stand on her feet, her legs wobbled and a slight vertigo settled in.
She steadily walked towards the bathroom and kneeled before the toilette, her
hands shaking as she emptied the previous day's contents. She was absently
aware of his presence behind her, holding back her hair. When she was through
he brought her a warm moist towel to wipe her face, afterwards leading her into
the shower where he washed her down gently, paying close attention to her
bruises. She didn't know what to make of his tenderness; it both irked and
annoyed her that it seemed to have a slight calming effect. She also didn't know
if she cared for the attention that he seemed to be paying to her stomach. She
raised her hands to move his and was almost taken back at the feeling she
received when her hands graced her belly for the first time since last night; it was
a feeling she had been ignoring until now. She paused for only a moment before
she spoke, her voice shaking.
"D-don't touch me." She pushed his hands away and opened the door of the
shower before walking out, grabbing a towel on her way. He closed the door
behind her, standing beneath the downpour of hot water, watching her foggy
image leave. He breathed in deeply.
When she walked into the bedroom she was surprised to find two wolves
crouched near the balcony doors, a huge piece of fresh bloody meat in each of
their mouths. They placed the meat down on the floor and backed away,
crouching lower. In the back of her mind she had this estranged feeling that the
sight should disgust her; the meat was surrounding a long bone, some of it with
pieces of fur attached. She was certain that before she became what she was,
that it would have made her throw up, but now…she licked her lips.
Mamoru sighed, it was a powerful moment for him when he touched her belly
and could feel the life growing inside her. Life? Lives were more like it. Careful
searching allowed him to sense the presence of 5 new lives. It usually took him
two weeks before he could tell. There was going to be something different about
this pregnancy, about these children, their children. He had a feeling that it may
have something to do with the interbreeding. He wiped the water that was
dripping down his face and began to wash himself brusquely.
Vampires and werewolves. Inwardly he wondered if it had ever been done
before. He should have taken the possible dangers into account before he
rushed into getting her pregnant at her first sign of estrus. They had plenty of
time, five to fourteen days actually. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He
wouldn't have been able to resist her intoxicating smell, the scent of a ripe female
wolf for the picking. Fighting those wolves didn't make it any better, only
heightened his arousal.
He sighed. Something had happened between them. He could feel her
acknowledging their unborn for the first time and the shock that came with
knowing the reality of it, but he also sensed the fear. Before last night she had
never seemed to be the type to be afraid of anything, and now it was odd to be
bombarded by almost every thought, emotion…almost everything that was going
through her. It was so much that he wasn't sure how to handle her. He thought
he had her all figured out. But he had a feeling that he knew very little. Not to
mention that he had a feeling that she was hiding some of her memories from
him. There was obviously something about her past that she didn't want him to
know. He wished he could remember.
He turned off the shower and reached for a towel on the rack before using it to
dry his hair. The length of it annoyed him. He remembered Malachite several
times being able to change his hair with just a thought. He concentrated hard
and felt it shorten back to its previous length. He continued to dry his hair after,
ignoring his nudity as he walked back into the bedroom. He stopped at the door,
his towel falling to the floor.
There were wolves at the door to the room, heads bowed, ears flattened back
with their tails tucked underneath them. Blood smears stained their gray coats.
He narrowed his eyes. Sensing his presence they crouched lower and rolled over
to show their stomachs, a sign of submission to their alpha male. He didn't pay
them much attention, more aware of her than anything else.
She was sitting on the floor, her legs crossed Indian style, carnivorously eating a
fresh piece of what smelt like moose. She ignored his presence, tearing through
her meat with canine teeth, grunting through her meal like a wild animal, blood
dripping from her chin down her stomach and on her hands. He gathered that the
wolves must have brought her food from their hunt.
He licked his lips.
It was the most arousing sight he had ever seen. She looked up at him at that
moment, licking the blood from her lips. She could feel the heat rising from him.
She breathed in deeply.
The two wolves trotted out the door, sensing that their presence was not
warranted for. Mamoru watched them leaving before turning back towards her.
He wanted her, and he wanted her bad. To top it off, her body was responding to
his heat. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her nipples hardening. She wanted to get
up and walk away; she didn't like the powerful affect he had on her. She made a
move as if to get up but in a flicker of movement he had her pinned to the bed,
his body in between her legs as he licked and sucked every drop of blood on her
body. She bit into her lip and gripped the sheet, tearing through the fabric. As he
feasted on her body, it made her sick to know that he could use her body to his
satisfaction as many times as he wanted, and not only would she not stop him,
but she would like it.
It was later in the afternoon when he decided that he had had enough of her. He
lay down on his back, sweaty and tired, starring at a point in the ceiling. She
turned over to her side, bringing up the sheet to cover her body, her back facing
him as she faced the balcony doors. He sighed after he composed himself and
turned towards her. He brushed aside her hair and trailed his fingers down her
back; she flinched noticeably.
"Are you hungry?" He paused. "I mean…do you want anything?" He propped
himself up on one bended arm, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. It was
silent for a while, he attempted to probe her mind, see how she was feeling; he
found nothing.
"Stop patronizing me." She clutched the sheets to her chest and arose from the
bed; her hair cascading down her back.
"Excuse me?" He didn't know what to say, to think.
"And stop pretending." She added.
Pretending? She thought he was pretending?
"Look, I understand." She walked towards the balcony doors and stood in the
sunlight.
"Pray tell me wife…what do you understand?"
"You don't need to pretend that you care for my sake Mamoru." She paused. "I
understand lust. You have me now, and can satisfy yourself whenever you want,
use me whenever you want. It's okay." She placed her palm on one of the glass
panels on the door, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays. He lay in silence,
watching her. "If I were in your position, I would do it too—hell, I did do it, and it
felt wonderful to see you powerless, coming to me practically on all fours waiting,
no matter how I treated you, to beg for what was in between my legs. And now
you have the power, I will not deny it." She paused, turning to look at him fully.
"Just don't pretend that you love me. Cause let's be honest, it's all bullshit. Love
is for the weak."
"Why are you being like this?" He narrowed his eyes. "I heard you—"
"You heard the words of a temporarily weak mind—don't worry, it won't happen
again." She blinked her eyes and he was in front of her, pushing her against the
wall hard. "See what I mean." He kissed her hard and quick on the lips. She
moaned when his hand reached between them, pulling up the sheet to cup her,
licking her lips when he released her. "Tell me you don't enjoy the power. I can
see it in your eyes." He released his hold on her with steely eyes and backed
away from her.
"Get dressed, we're going back to my mansion."
"Why stop now?" She arched her brow. "Waiting for me to come to you, to beg on
all fours like you did for me?" She sighed and shook her head, laughing as he
walked away "See, that's the difference between me and you Mamoru—" She
sneered. "I DON'T—BEG." He paused when he reached the door. She blinked
her eyes and he was standing before her with his hand at her neck.
"Sometimes I don't understand your bitchiness or why you insist on getting off by
making everyone's life around you miserable…but know this, you are MINE now.
Don't you even think twice about leaving me, because I will always be there, and
I will always know where to find you. If you even blink in a manner that
displeases me, I'll make sure that your time with me is a living hell." He paused.
"Now put your damn clothes on." He disappeared in a flash before her eyes. She
clutched the sheet tighter to her body before sinking to the floor with a quick
choked sob.
stake, alive. She huddled low to the ground, shivering from fear. She could hear
her mother's blood curdling screams as the flames consumed her flesh. The
people of the village watched on, mothers, children, and fathers. Babies wailed
as many spat at the woman they considered a murderer. Serenity rocked back
and forth on the floor as she clutched her legs to her bosom. She should run. Go
to her mother. She wanted to scream, cry out. But she was scared. Scared they
would burn her too. She wished she wasn't such a coward. That she was brave
enough to save her mother. And Richard…How could she let this happen? She
bent over and threw up on the ground.
Why couldn't she be brave? Why couldn't she stick up for her family? She could
have done something, anything. Now she wished she could just crawl into a hole
and die. What was she worth to anyone when she couldn't save the people
closest to her, the people she loved?
She wiped her mouth and tears with the back of her hand when she had finished
throwing up and stood there for hours until everyone finally left. Only then did she
feel strong enough to venture out, and only hours later did she do so. And when
she did she cried at her charred mother's feet. The stench was strong and fresh
but she didn't care. She didn't know what to do or where to go.
She sat hunched over for a long time before she stood up decisively with a heavy
heart and ran. Away from the village of the people whom had never accepted
her. Away from the people whom had hurt her the most. She ran so fast that her
feet bled.
~*~
Serenity shivered as she clutched her cloak around her body, the sack of items
her mother had hurriedly put together for her over her shoulder. She had been
running for a while now and couldn't run or cry anymore. Her feet were sore,
muddy and black with dry blood caked underneath. She rocked back and forth
after sitting down on a bench when realization suddenly dawned on her; she had
no home, no family, she had nothing.
Why did she have to decide that Richard had to be hiding something from her?
Why couldn't she have left it all alone to lie? She had been such a fool, and now
both her husband and mother had to pay for her mistakes.
It was all her fault. And now she felt empty and alone in a big place.
An old wooden sign told her she was in a place called Paris. Like it mattered, she
wouldn't be able to find her way; she was lost. With no skills to fall back on, she
had nothing else to do other than to just sit there. She looked down at the old
wooden bench she decided would be her bed for the night. She leaned her body
over and placed her sack beneath her head. She needed to find somewhere to
stay soon; winter was coming and it was already getting cold.
~*~
Serenity was jarred from her sleep when she felt someone shake her shoulder.
"Hello, are you all right?" She began to rise at the soft friendly voice. She was
hesitant to show her face at first. It was the first person she had come in contact
with since she had run away. She decided to chance it, whomever the person
was, it didn't seem like the voice of someone would or could hurt her. She turned
around and watched at the woman stood back shocked. "Olivia?" It seemed as if
the woman was evaluating her. She shook her head slightly, she didn't know
whom this Olivia person was, but she did know that she wasn't whom the woman
thought. "Oh, I thought you were...someone else." Serenity watched as she
turned to leave. On impulse, she called out to her.
"No wait!" She cried. "Can I come with you? I have no where to go...I...but I will
stay out of your way." She continued. "Please...I...I have no where else to go."
"Have you no mother…no father?" The woman asked, her golden hair fluttering
over her blue eyes. Serenity felt her heart ache. It had been the first time she had
seen someone with a hair that color. It was odd, but she thought it was beautiful,
that it shone in the moonlight.
"My mother is dead…and I don't know who my real mother is I-" She replied
softly, pausing to bow her head in shame. "Though she treated me like I was her
own." She couldn't believe the amount of things that had occurred to her in just
the matter of a day; just thinking on it made her come down in tears. To believe
that she thought she couldn't cry.
"I do not know." The woman replied as if speculating something. "What
happened...are you sure that there is no where you can go, I can not offer you
much...there are places that you could go if you want shelter...I-I really do not
think that I can be of much help to you."
"Please" Serenity whispered, sobs racking her body as she slumped down to
bench. "I do not know where I can go and I am scared...and my mother is gone...I
have no where else to go...I did not do anything wrong! It was an accident," She
cried, her palms covering her face. It was the first time that she had even come
to terms with the change that had overtaken her, the change that had started it
all. What kind of monster was she?
"My name...my name is—" Serenity jerked up as the woman stopped short. "My
name is Minako...you can stay with me until you learn to fend for yourself." She
finished as she turned and began to walk away. "Come...the park can be really
dangerous at this time of night...all sorts of things creep away from their hiding
places."
~*~
"She's---she's my wife?" Mamoru sat up and looked at Minako unsure; she
nodded her head solemnly. "But I…why don't I remember and according to what
you told me…I should be dead." Minako sighed as she relaxed in Malachite's
arms. They had told the others of their new discoveries but had opted for them
not to be in the room while they discussed it with Mamoru; their feelings towards
the same woman were not the same. Rei was unsure whether to forgive or not,
and only considered it because she was her half sister. Jadeite decided that he
would stick by her decision no matter what she decided. As for Nephrite and
Makoto, they hated her with everything she had. It would only make for an
awkward situation if they were to be present while Mamoru talked about her in a
way they could not understand. Besides, he was a murderer in himself, and
before they had discovered whom Usagi really was, it was him they were after.
"What I told you is what Serenity told me when we met, it's only half the story."
Minako continued. "After I took her in she got really sick, really fast." She paused.
"I didn't know what was the matter and I had even gotten a doctor to come in and
see her but he couldn't not decipher the cause either. She got paler and paler
before my eyes with each passing day. My error was that I had gotten a human
doctor to see her, had I found a doctor whom was vampire in origin, I would have
discovered why she was sick. But I had been afraid that if another vampire was
to see a human in my care that they would overpower me and take her." She
sighed as Malachite comforted her by rubbing her swollen belly. "Her skin even
began to dry up and peel, and she would always tell me how thirsty she was---
but no matter what I had given her---her thirst was never satisfied."
"She almost died then…" He whispered.
"Yes." She replied. "Had it not been for the bottled blood that I usually keep in the
icebox, she would have." She smiled wearily. "I had woken one night to a
thumping noise and then a crash from the kitchen." She paused. "When I
reached I found several empty broken glass bottles on the ground and her
drinking down the last one, blood dripping from the sides of her mouth, as if her
very life depended on it---it was then that I had understood---she was just like
me."
"But what does this have to do with why I did not die in that fire?" Mamoru replied
frustrated as he clenched the sheets beneath him. "I don't understand."
"Neither do we…or at least not I…she never did tell me that." She paused. "All
that I know is that you just showed up on our doorstep one day and when she
came and saw you there she just fell down on her knees crying as if she had
seen a ghost or something. I've only seen Serenity cry twice like this and it
scares me every time." She diverted her eyes to the ground with a blush that was
uncharacteristic of her. "The two of you retired to her bedroom and didn't come
out for three days…she only came down for an occasional drink." She sighed in
remembrance. "Some times you two were so loud that pieces of the paint would
fall from the downstairs ceiling." Mamoru looked out the window in agony as if
trying to remember anything he could when he suddenly snapped his head back
towards her with sudden dawning.
"So why am I not with her now…what happened?" Minako wrung her hands over
and over in distress.
"That was the second time I had seen her cry, only this time I didn't know why."
She paused. "I only knew what I saw." She paused again. "Slowly as the days
passed Serenity would talk to me about her relationship with you and how she
felt as if sometimes you would make love to her, and not even see her. She also
told me that you were disappearing into the night again." She took in a deep
breath. "One day, I had not known, but she followed you." She passed her fingers
through her hair frustratingly. "She came back early in the morning, running into
the house in tears, her face pale as a white sheet. You came in moments after
her---there was a big argument---the two of you were up there for hours until
finally you came down and walked out the door. You never came back, and she
never told me what happened."
"The last memories I have are not with her…and I…I don't know of anything
before that." Mamoru paused as he scratched the back of his neck. "But this
explains why…I always wondered…I…I don't get it…it doesn't make since."
"What doesn't?" Malachite inquired.
"What that damned gypsy woman told me."
~*~
Mamoru starred into the darkness outside through the window. His legs were still
slightly weak, but he was numb to the pain. It had been two nights since he had
that long discussion with Malachite, two nights since he learned of his past from
Minako. Yet he still did not remember.
It was frustrating. He slammed his fist against the wall.
It had also been two nights since he last seen her.
He needed to see her.
He would no longer wait.
He transformed and jumped through the window, shattering the glass.
Robert appeared in the room seconds later. The cool breeze from the outdoors
sent a chill through the room. Elizabeth was right behind him.
"What should we do now?" It was silent for a moment before he spoke.
"Wait."
~*~
Usagi brought her knees up to her chin and huddled as much as she could in the
corner of her bathroom. Her eyes were fixed on the sharp knife that lay at her
feet. It gleamed in the moonlight that shone from the window.
It hurt.
The blade was so inviting.
Everything hurt.
It held promises of fulfillment.
Breathing hurt.
It could take away the pain.
Thinking hurt.
She didn't want to hurt anymore.
It hurt when she felt her heart beat.
She snatched up the knife.
Living hurt.
With one swift movement she hefted the knife smoothly and began slashing her
wrists, blood immediately spilling to the floor.
~*~
His lungs heaved in his chest as he ran.
He could feel her.
All four of his legs dug into the dirt as he traveled the distance to get to her.
It hurt.
He wouldn't lose another one.
Everything hurt.
For the first time he had finally found everything he needed.
Breathing hurt.
He wasn't going to lose her.
Thinking hurt.
For the first time he had found a mate who could be with him till the end of time.
It hurt when he felt his heart beat.
He'd save her, it wouldn't happen again. History would not repeat itself.
Living hurt.
She'd live for him.
~*~
Her head hurt. She needed to get rid of the pain. She banged her head
repeatedly against the wall.
~*~
He found her naked in a thick puddle of blood that collected in one corner of the
bathroom, her legs bent and her arms wrapped around them and she rocked
back and forth, banging her head against the tiled wall. There were bloody cuts
all over her body, a bloody knife strewn across the floor with streaks of blood all
along it that led to her. Her lips moved as she whispered softly something to
herself that he could not make out.
She paid him no mind. It was as if he wasn't even there.
It almost made him cry. Her skin was pale and blue and she looked almost dead.
He took a deep breath and approached her slowly before lifting her into his arms.
Blood stained his clothing and dripped to the floor. She continued to ignore him,
slowly whispering the mantra.
"Don't tell mama. Don't tell mama. Don't tell mama. Don't tell mama. Don't tell
mama."
He carried her to the huge white ornate tub, sat down on the side, and turned on
the faucet.
He was scared.
The sound of pouring water filled the room as she continued to rock back and
forth in his lap. He breathed slowly, kissing her temple and pulling back her
stained hair. He turned off the water and slowly placed her in the tub. The blood
began to slowly wash away from her body as he rinsed her clean, the water
slowly turning to a dark red. He watched as her wounds began to close slowly
one by one and wondered how many times she had to try to cut herself open in
order to produce so much blood. She had still yet to even acknowledge his
presence.
He would take her with him, to his home. He couldn't trust her by herself. He
would get her back to normal. She would be his again.
~*~
Serenity awoke the next morning feeling as if she had slept the night in a strange
bed. She yawned slowly and stretched her arms, sitting up and looking out the
window. Her eyes went wide. In place of her window were huge wooden framed
glass doors. Her curiosity got the best of her and she arose from the bed and
walked slowly to the doors. She could see the shinning moon through them high
in the sky. Glancing out over the sky she could tell that it was early morning...but
where was she? She breathed deeply as she looked over all the stars.
It was a beautiful sight. She looked down from the sky and could see that past
the doors there was some kind of platform on which one could walk. She looked
down at the knob on the door, turned it, and pulled. The breeze came in
immediately and blew at the curtains.
It was then that she realized that she was naked. Goosebumps rose on her skin.
She licked her lips. She was thirsty. Logic told her that perhaps she should get a
drink, but she wanted to see what was beyond the wall at the end of the platform.
She stepped outside, not minding her nakedness, and wrapped her arms around
her chest. When she came to the wall she looked over and down at the expanse
of lush green. There was a huge garden at the edge with a variety of different
trees and flowers, fountains, brooks, and bridges. There were various animals
she noted that were roaming about, deer, horses, and zebra, beyond that
stretched a deep dense forest for as far as she could see.
She was in awe. She had never seen such raw beauty. She could feel someone
watching her and turned around to stare into his eyes. He looked distant, as if
unsure how to approach her.
"Are you okay?" His eyes held a look of concern as he gazed at her for
assurance. She smiled.
"Could not sleep." She replied as she turned back towards the scenery below.
"Am I dreaming?" She breathed as she leaned over the wall.
"I...I brought you over to my home." She turned towards him with a wide grin.
"Our home." She replied with ease as she turned towards the animals. "Where
did you ever get such a beautiful place?"
"Serenity?" He was confused. Was she playing some kind of game with him?
"Everything seems so different...I wonder, maybe I am dreaming...I dreamt of
having a beautiful place like this many times before...and in my dreams, we have
many children." She paused and suddenly turned towards him. "In this dream, do
we have many children Richard?" His voice stuck in his throat at the name that
she used. She slowly walked towards him with a smile on her face. "If we do not,
will you make love to me until I become filled with you?" She thought she was
Serenity...and it also seemed as if she had forgotten that she was Usagi as well.
It was a change of pace. He saw a side of her that floored him to the spot. It was
untainted side, one that only knew of him as her lover, her husband. She was
innocent again.
There was only one thing he could do.
"This isn't a dream." He replied softly as he took her hand in his. "Come inside."
He didn't have sex with her. Sex was for strangers. He made love to her. It was a
passionate and slow lovemaking where for the first time that he could at least
remember, she gave her entire being to him, relinquishing all power and control
to him. And he greedily took in every bit of her. Giving her what she wanted of
him, filling her many times over. When she clung to him the first time, he almost
cried, angry at his younger self. That he could have had it so good only to let it
go.
Not this time.
No matter what, this time she was his.
~*~
Serenity awoke later in the morning to the feeling of warm fingers trailing her
stomach. She smiled before opening one eye.
"Richard." He was leaning over her, his weight on one elbow. He couldn't help
but smile at the lazy look she gave him.
"Serenity I—I love you."
"I know." She giggled as she leant into him and breathed, curling her leg around
his.
"And...and there's something I have to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Things are not...they're not what they seem." She sat up quickly at his words
and crinkled her brows.
"So this is a dream." Her eyes watered.
"No...it's not that." He pulled her back down to him and held her tightly.
"Then what is it?"
"Time...some time has passed...things are not as you remember."
"How much time?" She whispered as she looked into his eyes.
"Hundreds of years."
"Am I dead? I do not mind, if it means I get to spend eternity with you."
"No...you're not dead." He swallowed; his throat was dry. It was weird seeing her
like this, seeing such a soft side to her.
"I do not understand...how is it that I would live for so long? And how come I do
not remember?"
"I don't know why you don't remember...you had an accident...and you woke up
this morning as if it as well as a hundred years had not passed." There was some
truth to his statement. He didn't want to scare her with the knowledge that she
had tried to kill herself. "As for how you are alive...you know that you're different."
"I have always known." Her tone was sad and he felt bad for reminding her of her
parentage.
"But there are more like you...you're not alone." Her eyes widened in surprise as
he continued, combing his fingers through her hair all the while. "You are from a
race of people known as vampires...a people whom never grow old, whom never
die." She looked away unsure.
"That is why I grew faster than everyone else...that is why I still feel the same
since I was sixteen, even though you say that time has passed." He nodded his
head.
"What do vampires do?" He was silent after her question. He didn't know if she
was ready to know how it was that she had survived throughout the years. She
sensed his hesitation. "Endymion I have already awoken to a whole other world
and it frightens me, what more can you tell me that will make me more troubled
than I already am?" He sighed.
"A vampire gets their source of fuel, energy, food, in the blood of other races." He
paused. "The richest blood is found in that of the human race." He paused again.
"Without it...after some time you will die."
"I see." She tried not to let affect her but he could feel her shivering. "And you?"
She bit the side of her lip. "Are you a vampire too?"
"No." He whispered; she sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest as she turned
away from him.
"Then what are you?" She whispered. "Why—why are you here? This is a dream!
None of this is real!" He sat up behind her and held her tightly to his chest. She
sighed as he pushed her hair away from her back and began to plant kisses
along her neck to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, but in truth, I don't know why I have lived for as long as I have, and I
don't know how much longer I will be alive. I know very little about myself except
for a few things—I—I believe that I am one of the first of my kind, a wolf...there
are many others like me now...but none other has lived as long."
"Can a feline bare the child of a dog?" She whispered, tears beginning to fall
down her face. "I can not bare your child Endymion...can I? We are too
different...we were different then. And I know now that that was why you could
never give me a child."
"But I can." He reassured her. "You are part of me now...you too are part
wolf...and when the season comes, you will bare a child...I promise."
"How is it that I am a part of you?" She replied through the tears.
"Because—I let you drink of me." He paused. "And soon, I'll be a part of you as
well."
~*~
"I don't understand."
"Stop shitting me Malachite, you know exactly what I'm talking about." Mamoru
tersely replied as he crossed his arms in front of him.
"You want to bond with her?"
"Yes."
"She has not mentioned this idea to you at all?" He continued. Mamoru sighed.
"Like I told you, she didn't remember anything, not even that she's a vampire."
"And you plan to tell her?" Malachite walked over to one of the leather chairs in
Mamoru's study and sat down.
"I have already told her."
"What happened yesterday? What could have possibly made her just forget
everything?" He paused. "I have studied very well in the field of medicine and am
not surprised at the phenomena. It's a protective mechanism that your mind
creates when something is so traumatic that you can't handle it. You therefore
selectively forget everything." His eyes narrowed. "The traumatic event, as well
anything attached to it."
"Are you insinuating anything?"
"I am doing nothing of the sort." Malachite paused. "I merely acknowledge the
fact that when you returned yesterday to see her, something happened.
Something that you have not told me." Mamoru crossed his arms as the vision of
her in that thick pool of blood flashed before his eyes; he shook his head and
turned away. "Something did happen..."
"It doesn't matter." Mamoru breathed. "Just tell me the fucking ritual all right?
Stop playing these games."
"Is it what she wants?"
"Of course."
"I mean the real her Mamoru...what would you do if she up and one day
remembered who she was...what if she chose not to accept you?" He paused. "If
she ever in her mind decided that she is ready to remember, she will...and it will
all come crashing down to her in one moment in time."
"You worry yourself to much over my life...I did not ask you for a fucking
speech..."
"Fine, say I tell you, then what?"
"I'll take her away...I'm tired of everything...of this fucking life." He turned back
towards him. "It was all much easier when it was simpler."
"Nothing in life is simple." He paused. "Ever wondered what would happen if you
remembered?"
"Ri-richard?" They both turned towards the sound of a small voice. Serenity stood
at the door to his study, clutching the sheet they had slept in to her bosom and
body. "I woke up again and you—you were gone and I wanted to look for you but
everything was so different and big and...and I got lost." Her eyes trailed over to
Malachite and upon noticing him she brought the sheet up to cover herself even
more. Malachite watched as Mamoru walked towards her and cupped her chin
before giving her a light kiss on the lips. He then whispered a few words to her
that he couldn't hear before lifting her into his arms and turning towards him.
"I will be back shortly for that information." He quipped before walking out of the
room.
~*~
Mamoru sighed as Serenity snored softly in his lap. He pulled back a few curls
from her forehead and then placed a light kiss there. They were sitting in the
back of his limo; he was taking her to his cabin. A truck followed with all of their
belongings. He smiled when he remembered how wide her eyes had gotten
when she had seen the car. She was afraid to get in it, unsure how to react to
the idea of a machine that could take her places faster than a carriage could. He
was happy that she had been so open about the idea of living in his cabin for a
while. He had a feeling that it was mostly in part to the fact that all the new
technology scared her. She too, agreed to the idea of a simpler life.
~*~
When Serenity woke up she was laying down in a bed in an altogether different
room. This bed was extremely soft and she almost sunk into it. She looked
around and noticed the sturdy wooden walls, the stony fireplace at the end of the
bed, the huge wooden doors with glass panels that led to what Richard had
explained to her as a balcony. There were candles on the mantle and on various
shelves around the room. Outside it was nearing sunset and she realized that
she must now be in the cabin that Richard said they would be going to. With a
sigh she slipped off the bed, her feet settling on a very soft shaggy and plush rug.
She could smell food cooking and she wondered if Richard was making
something. Thinking nothing of it, she went towards the balcony and opened the
doors, feeling a bit hot and clammy in the sheltered room. She then walked to the
bathroom to freshen up as Richard had explained to her before going downstairs
to seek him out.
As soon as her foot touched the bottom step he was right before her. His face
buried in her neck, his hands riding low on her hips. She smiled at the affection,
as he seemed to just inhale her scent.
"Had a good nap?" She nodded her head at the question.
"I could smell you from upstairs." He paused. "You used the restroom?" She
nodded her head again, this time in slight confusion, her face reddening from
embarrassment at the question. He inhaled her scent again.
"What's wrong?"
"God, it's intoxicating. You're almost ripe." He whispered sensually, placing a kiss
on her temple and rubbing the spot between her stomach and crotch. "And any
alpha male wolf within at least a mile radius will know by the smell of your urine
that you are..." He inhaled her scent once more, taking it in with a deep breath. "I
can barely contain myself." He paused, saying the last words as a warning before
releasing her. "Don't go outside." She nodded her head, still a bit confused yet
scared enough of the warning to heed his words.
~*~
"Breathe baby breathe." Malachite coaxed as he slid his fingers into Minako's
vagina to check how far dilated she was. Minako clutched the bed sheets; she
was all sweated down, her body nude except for the sheet that covered her chest
and abdomen. She felt so tired, it didn't seem like the baby wanted to come out,
it had been about a twelve hours already since she had first gone into labor early
in the morning. Malachite sighed as he pulled his hand out.
"What...what's wrong?" For some reason every breath for her was exhausting to
make. "Why is it taking so long?" He sighed again as he took a cool wet cloth
from a basin on a chair next to the bed, squeezed it, folded it and placed it on her
forehead.
"There's nothing wrong actually...I can't explain why it's taking so long...it could
be just because it's your first time." He took her hand in his and squeezed; she
leaned into it.
"I'm so tired baby, you can't make it go any faster?" He planted kisses along the
top of her hand.
"No...I'm sorry I can't...you're only five centimeters." He replied.
"Is there anything that can make it go faster?"
"I sent Nephrite to get me some medicine that might help...it'll make the
contractions stronger, and I'm hoping, it'll make you dilate as well...want some
ice? " She nodded her head. "I'll be right back." He got up to leave just as Michiru
walked in with a wary smile and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"How's it going?" She whispered. Minako merely looked at the ceiling and
sighed.
"I wish that I could say that it was going."
"I made you some herbs oil," she replied as she held up a jar. "If you allow me to
pass it along your cervix, it will make the actual passage of the baby much
smoother. It will help to stretch the skin so that you do not tear and will also take
away some of the pain...do you mind if I apply it?" Minako smiled as best she
could and nodded her head.
"Go ahead, I trust you." She clutched the sheets and closed her eyes as Michiru
stood up, opened the jar and slipped her fingers inside to pull out some of the
soft yet thick and oily cream.
"Not everyone whom is not one of us believes that our herbs work, but they do.
Most are just skeptics." She passed it all along her cervix and continued to talk to
keep Minako from thinking about the discomfort. "The herb oil has also been
known to help dilate the cervix for some women, I—I over heard Malachite say
that you were not dilated far enough. I thought this could help." She closed the jar
tight and stood back from her when the door opened.
"Thank-you."
"Your welcome." She replied as Malachite walked in with a cup of ice and sat
down next to Minako. "Well, I will be outside, when true labor begins, you may
call me and I will be more than willing to assist you."
"Thank-you." Malachite replied. "I understand what it means for you to extend
hospitality towards us...we...or at least I, am undeserving."
"Our past does not make us Robert, our past is in the past. We should always
make our judgments based on the present." She paused. "I help you because
something tells me that there is more to you than what we know. You have been
through much, have trespassed much. But your presence here, indicates to me
that you have a bigger part in this than even you know of...you believe that the
oracle represents our hope, but I believe that all would be lost if you had not
made your presence known...and I thank-you." She bowed out of respect before
leaving the room.
Three hours later, Minako gave birth to a small baby boy.
~*~
It was getting late in the evening and Serenity was beginning to get scared. Her
husband left her in the cabin alone so that he could chop some wood for the fire.
It was now getting dark, but it was not the darkness that scared her. At every
closed door that led to the outside she could hear them. The scratching, the
howling, the barking, the sound of ten to twenty wolves for some reason
compelling her to go outside. And had it not been for his strict instruction for her
not to do so, she more than likely would have already.
It was odd; it wasn't as if she could understand what they were saying, but it was
almost as if she could detect various inflections in the sounds that they made and
was able to understand what they meant.
And they were all coaxing her to come outside.
Just how was Richard going to get inside without all the wolves getting in? And
why were they coaxing her to come outside any way? She shivered.
And why was she turned on by it?
She remembered how Richard tried to explain his race to her. They were
organized into families, or packs. Every pack had a territory marked by urination
so that others packs whom smelt it would stay away, and every pack had only
one alpha male and only one alpha female. The rest of the pack served as
hunters and tended to the pups that the alpha female bore. He was the alpha
male of his pack, but in his pack, there technically was no alpha female. The
alpha female was the female whom the alpha male had impregnated with his
seed. And as far as wolves were concerned, she smelt just as any other female
wolf whom had not bore any children. They did not care for the difference
between pureblooded wolf and werewolf. They did not care to give respect to him
because he was revered as the longest living wolf.
She stood up from her seat on the couch and started to walk towards the stairs.
What she needed was a shower. When she began to pass the front door the
howling and scratches got louder. She made two steps forward as if to open it
before stepping back and quickly running up the stairs. Once in the bedroom she
slammed the door behind her.
The breeze from the open balcony doors called her closer. She walked towards
the balcony and was about to close the doors when an overwhelming feeling of
curiosity came over her. She walked outside and looked down below. Several
wolves looked up at her all at once and began howling louder and jumping. Some
of them running back and jumping forward to get to her. Her heart raced as she
ran back inside and shut the doors and curtains behind her.
A shower. That's what she needed to cool down. Her body felt like it was on fire.
She shed her clothes as she walked towards the bathroom and turned on the
water. When it was it was a nice cool temperature she stepped in and tried to
relax.
She only seemed to get hotter. She took deep breaths before finally deciding to
just shut the water off. She noticed that it was oddly quiet as she dried herself
and wrapped a towel around her body, her wet hair clinging to her back. For
some odd reason she could tell that Richard had returned and she was glad.
Being alone with those wolves outside was seriously starting to affect her. When
she stepped out of the bathroom she was floored to her spot.
The fire from the fireplace illuminated her husband's body as he removed his torn
and bloody shirt, the last bit of clothing on his nakedness. And it was apparent
that he was very aroused. She starred at him, clutching the towel to her body as
he looked at her savagely...lustfully...hungrily. Her body reddened as she looked
away from his eyes to his skin; it was bruised and he was cut in several places,
small drops of blood trailing down his skin.
"You're hurt." She breathed as she stepped cautiously towards him. Without
thinking she touched his skin where it bled and brought her fingers to her mouth
to taste. His eyes were glued to her when she licked the sides of her finger
before looking up to him concerned. "What happened?" Being so close to him
seemed to make her even hotter than she thought possible, she went still when
he removed her towel and pulled her hip in close contact with his.
"You're in full blown heat..." His nostrils flared as he leaned into her and
whispered. "And the other alpha wolves of other packs did not think it fair for me
to have you without a fight." She gulped at the feral energy she could feel
passing from him to her.
"So you fought them." He combed his fingers through her damp hair.
"And won my prize." Her face reddened even more as she looked down at his
chest. "And I plan to claim you in the traditional way of my kind."
"I'm scared." She whispered. She had been used to having rough sex with him,
had remembered those times like it was yesterday, but this time was different.
She had a feeling that she would be consumed, that his carnal desire would be
too much for her.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you...it'll come natural..." He paused before leaning over
to whisper into her ear. "And I promise...you'll enjoy it as much as I will." He lifted
her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. She watched as he walked
over to the balcony doors and opened them before walking over to the bed and
crawling so that he was on top of her. "I want them to hear how I claimed my
alpha mate." He passed his hand beneath them and between her legs; her body
arched towards his when he slipped his fingers easily into her vagina. She
whimpered and clutched his arm. He wasn't surprised to find that she was so
indefinitely aroused that some of her juices had leaked onto the side of her legs.
He rolled her onto her side and lay behind her, his head in the crook of her neck.
"Endymion?" She wanted him, and wanted him bad. And truth of the matter was
that he could have sexed her in any position and she wouldn't care, as long as
she had him.
"Shhh...it's okay." He hooked his arm under her top leg to lift it and fitted his own
propped up leg beneath it to keep it wide open. She breathed deeply as he
adjusted himself so that he slid inside her. She moaned and he growled as he
slid all the way in. He slid his right hand along her left arm that had been curled
atop the pillow and above her head. He found her hand and tightly gripped it. His
left hand he fitted comfortably around her breast, cupping it, squeezing it. She
moaned and she threw her head back, laying it against his shoulder. "Move with
me." He whispered before he began a rough pace that had started quick and
hard. There was no transition so that she could get used to the feeling, and she
felt like her chest would explode. It was like a rush, an immediate rush. She
clutched his hand tightly and squeezed the other that held her breast.
"Ohhhhh." She moaned as he grunted into her ear, whispering her name over
and over in between. The bed shook with their movements. Tears fell from her
eyes as he stretched her vaginal walls with every move. His hand that held her
breast moved lower and her hand followed as he clutched and caressed her
crotch.
He quickened his movements, turning her body so that she no longer lay on her
side, extending his body behind her so that he lay on top of her, her rear raised
slightly as he continued his motions. He groaned as she flexed the muscles of
her vagina and squeezed him. She could feel his chest sliding against the skin of
her back, his breathing rough against her ear.
He quickened his movements, his hand now beneath them, still caressing her
most sensitive spot; her hand now lay free, clutching the sheet and turning her
knuckles pale white. He lifted himself above her and moved his hand so that it
gripped her free one; placing his weight on extended arms, he pinned both of her
hands to the bed and began to pound into her. She lifted her body in the same
way, supporting the front of her body on extended elbows and using her knees to
help propel herself back and forth as she attempted to match his rhythm. She
had thought she wouldn't be able to handle it, the consuming passion that he had
felt towards her. But she found that for every step further he went, she followed,
always wanting more. She bit the side of her lip as he leant forwards so that his
chest slid against her back once more. She could feel them getting closer and
closer. She closed her eyes as everything in her exploded. Her whole body
tightened up as she squeezed and pulled on him. He howled like a wolf into the
night when he came, filling her with the warmth of his seed.
She cried out in alarm as he leant forward and bit her.
He suckled her neck and she tried to move but he successfully pinned her flat to
the bed on her stomach, gripping her hands tightly and keeping them apart. She
screamed as she attempted to fight him off. She was stronger than him, but not
remembering much about herself, she had not known. Attempting to throw him
off had been a reflex. Robert had told him this, that she would be extremely
strong during this moment, stronger than usual, that his advantage would be her
amnesia. He would only need to be able to latch on for a few minutes before her
energy would begin to be drained and then she would no longer be able to fight
him. He hadn't counted on her blood tasting so warm and fresh, so unbelievingly
alluring.
It was like wine, so ripe and palatable that even as he continued to fight her off
he wondered if he would be able to stop drinking it when the time came. Robert
ensured him that he would, that there would be a point in which he was so full of
her blood that it would mix with his own, and it was at this point that it would taste
repulsive to him. He couldn't imagine that happening when it was such a
paradise to taste now. He could feel her gaining in strength; twice she had been
near successful at throwing him off. He had retaliated by pinning her legs down
with his knees.
He could feel her weakening beneath him, could feel her becoming still. It scared
him. What if Robert had been wrong? What if he drank of her down to the last
drop? What if she died because he couldn't stop himself? There was no turning
back now, he couldn't tare himself away from her neck if he wanted to; it called
him like siren.
He felt his body begin to change. His hair grew long and straight, his eyes a
deeper blue. He could hear voices in his head. Her voices. She was fighting him
in her mind even if she could no longer with her physical body. He closed his
eyes in bliss at the power, the unbelievable energy and strength that consumed
him. And just when he thought he could take no more, a bitter morbid taste filled
his mouth and he released her immediately. Her head dropped to the pillow with
a soft thud, blood dripping down from her neck and onto the sheets. He licked the
wound with his tongue and it sealed immediately after. His heart raced as he
looked at her almost lifeless body beneath him. He had no time to waste; he had
to get fresh human blood quick. He left her lying there and got dressed quickly
before opening the balcony doors and jumping from the railing.
He found the cabin just where Malachite had told him it would be. He had heard
of places like this but had never actually been to one. Eyeing it he could sense
the presence of five individuals, all male. He hoped that they would have what he
needed; he couldn't risk having to kill them all.
In a flicker of movements he was at the front door. He didn't care for decorum; he
barged in to see what looked like a bar. The room was silent as everyone glared
at him as if he was an intruder to their inner circle. Ignoring the looks he walked
over to the bartender.
"I need some fresh human blood." He replied evenly.
"How fresh?" Was the bartender's reply.
He didn't bother for doors; with his newfound strength he noticed that he could
jump a lot higher than before. Using this ability he jumped up to the balcony of
his bedroom where he left her. She was still lying there motionless. He quickly
went over to her side, opened the glass jug, and placed it on the floor. He helped
her to sit up, supporting her weak body before lifting the mouth of the jug to her
lips.
"Drink this." Some of it spilt down her chin, and onto her legs. Within seconds
however she was lifting shaky arms and holding onto the jug with a firm grip. He
watched as the color slowly returned to her skin; he could feel her slowly
regaining in strength. When she had drunk the last drop she threw the jug across
the room; it shattered into millions of pieces. Her movements were quick but his
were quicker. Just as she rose to run from him he slammed her body against the
wall and looked deep into her eyes with narrowed ones. "Well it seems the bitch
is back."
"Bastard." She spat as she struggled against his hold, but he slammed her just
as quickly against the wall once more, pinning her wrists with one hand and
holding her legs apart with his knees.
"Not as strong as you used to be?" He arched his brow. "Or maybe it's because
I'm just as strong, if not stronger...than you." She attempted to move her leg so
that she could knee him in the groin but he saw her thought before her action
was formed. He threw her onto the bed, burrowing his knees into her thighs to
keep her there. "Don't even fucking try it, we're one now; I know every fucking
move before you make it."
"Bastard." She repeated as she continued to struggle. "You had no fucking right."
"I had every right wife."
"Wife." She spat in disgust. "You don't even remember me." She turned away.
"Besides, I don't even love—"
"Bullshit."
"Get off me you bastard, you don't own-"
"For once in your life, stop trying to act like you're on top of the world and just
shut the fuck up." He kissed her brutally; she bit his lip and he withdrew, his
tongue darting across the bruise to taste the salty blood.
"I said get off—" He kissed her again, this time entering her mouth and rubbing
his tongue against her own. She whimpered in response. He released her hands
and she reached up to beat on his chest, arching her body towards him as one
hand reached between her legs and cupped her tightly. His other hand gripped
her breast as his lips trailed her skin down to her neck, biting her with his sharper
teeth, licking her sweat with his tongue. His hand moved from her breast to the
back of her head as he kissed her savagely.
She surrendered her body to him; they fucked like animals.
When she awoke to an empty bed the next morning she had wanted to believe
that it was all a lie. That it didn't happen. But her body was sore all over, bright
red lines from where he passed his teeth, marking her as his territory. Her eyes
opened slowly, the bright light from the outdoors almost blinding her. Immediately
she shut them. She could feel the cool breeze from outside through the balcony
doors.
It must have snowed last night. She was surprised she hadn't notice. But she
was barely aware of anything lately. She felt exhausted; her body was just a
moist sticky mess. Inside she wondered where he was and if he had left her. As
she sat up from the bed slowly, she decided that she didn't care. When she
attempted to stand on her feet, her legs wobbled and a slight vertigo settled in.
She steadily walked towards the bathroom and kneeled before the toilette, her
hands shaking as she emptied the previous day's contents. She was absently
aware of his presence behind her, holding back her hair. When she was through
he brought her a warm moist towel to wipe her face, afterwards leading her into
the shower where he washed her down gently, paying close attention to her
bruises. She didn't know what to make of his tenderness; it both irked and
annoyed her that it seemed to have a slight calming effect. She also didn't know
if she cared for the attention that he seemed to be paying to her stomach. She
raised her hands to move his and was almost taken back at the feeling she
received when her hands graced her belly for the first time since last night; it was
a feeling she had been ignoring until now. She paused for only a moment before
she spoke, her voice shaking.
"D-don't touch me." She pushed his hands away and opened the door of the
shower before walking out, grabbing a towel on her way. He closed the door
behind her, standing beneath the downpour of hot water, watching her foggy
image leave. He breathed in deeply.
When she walked into the bedroom she was surprised to find two wolves
crouched near the balcony doors, a huge piece of fresh bloody meat in each of
their mouths. They placed the meat down on the floor and backed away,
crouching lower. In the back of her mind she had this estranged feeling that the
sight should disgust her; the meat was surrounding a long bone, some of it with
pieces of fur attached. She was certain that before she became what she was,
that it would have made her throw up, but now…she licked her lips.
Mamoru sighed, it was a powerful moment for him when he touched her belly
and could feel the life growing inside her. Life? Lives were more like it. Careful
searching allowed him to sense the presence of 5 new lives. It usually took him
two weeks before he could tell. There was going to be something different about
this pregnancy, about these children, their children. He had a feeling that it may
have something to do with the interbreeding. He wiped the water that was
dripping down his face and began to wash himself brusquely.
Vampires and werewolves. Inwardly he wondered if it had ever been done
before. He should have taken the possible dangers into account before he
rushed into getting her pregnant at her first sign of estrus. They had plenty of
time, five to fourteen days actually. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He
wouldn't have been able to resist her intoxicating smell, the scent of a ripe female
wolf for the picking. Fighting those wolves didn't make it any better, only
heightened his arousal.
He sighed. Something had happened between them. He could feel her
acknowledging their unborn for the first time and the shock that came with
knowing the reality of it, but he also sensed the fear. Before last night she had
never seemed to be the type to be afraid of anything, and now it was odd to be
bombarded by almost every thought, emotion…almost everything that was going
through her. It was so much that he wasn't sure how to handle her. He thought
he had her all figured out. But he had a feeling that he knew very little. Not to
mention that he had a feeling that she was hiding some of her memories from
him. There was obviously something about her past that she didn't want him to
know. He wished he could remember.
He turned off the shower and reached for a towel on the rack before using it to
dry his hair. The length of it annoyed him. He remembered Malachite several
times being able to change his hair with just a thought. He concentrated hard
and felt it shorten back to its previous length. He continued to dry his hair after,
ignoring his nudity as he walked back into the bedroom. He stopped at the door,
his towel falling to the floor.
There were wolves at the door to the room, heads bowed, ears flattened back
with their tails tucked underneath them. Blood smears stained their gray coats.
He narrowed his eyes. Sensing his presence they crouched lower and rolled over
to show their stomachs, a sign of submission to their alpha male. He didn't pay
them much attention, more aware of her than anything else.
She was sitting on the floor, her legs crossed Indian style, carnivorously eating a
fresh piece of what smelt like moose. She ignored his presence, tearing through
her meat with canine teeth, grunting through her meal like a wild animal, blood
dripping from her chin down her stomach and on her hands. He gathered that the
wolves must have brought her food from their hunt.
He licked his lips.
It was the most arousing sight he had ever seen. She looked up at him at that
moment, licking the blood from her lips. She could feel the heat rising from him.
She breathed in deeply.
The two wolves trotted out the door, sensing that their presence was not
warranted for. Mamoru watched them leaving before turning back towards her.
He wanted her, and he wanted her bad. To top it off, her body was responding to
his heat. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her nipples hardening. She wanted to get
up and walk away; she didn't like the powerful affect he had on her. She made a
move as if to get up but in a flicker of movement he had her pinned to the bed,
his body in between her legs as he licked and sucked every drop of blood on her
body. She bit into her lip and gripped the sheet, tearing through the fabric. As he
feasted on her body, it made her sick to know that he could use her body to his
satisfaction as many times as he wanted, and not only would she not stop him,
but she would like it.
It was later in the afternoon when he decided that he had had enough of her. He
lay down on his back, sweaty and tired, starring at a point in the ceiling. She
turned over to her side, bringing up the sheet to cover her body, her back facing
him as she faced the balcony doors. He sighed after he composed himself and
turned towards her. He brushed aside her hair and trailed his fingers down her
back; she flinched noticeably.
"Are you hungry?" He paused. "I mean…do you want anything?" He propped
himself up on one bended arm, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. It was
silent for a while, he attempted to probe her mind, see how she was feeling; he
found nothing.
"Stop patronizing me." She clutched the sheets to her chest and arose from the
bed; her hair cascading down her back.
"Excuse me?" He didn't know what to say, to think.
"And stop pretending." She added.
Pretending? She thought he was pretending?
"Look, I understand." She walked towards the balcony doors and stood in the
sunlight.
"Pray tell me wife…what do you understand?"
"You don't need to pretend that you care for my sake Mamoru." She paused. "I
understand lust. You have me now, and can satisfy yourself whenever you want,
use me whenever you want. It's okay." She placed her palm on one of the glass
panels on the door, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays. He lay in silence,
watching her. "If I were in your position, I would do it too—hell, I did do it, and it
felt wonderful to see you powerless, coming to me practically on all fours waiting,
no matter how I treated you, to beg for what was in between my legs. And now
you have the power, I will not deny it." She paused, turning to look at him fully.
"Just don't pretend that you love me. Cause let's be honest, it's all bullshit. Love
is for the weak."
"Why are you being like this?" He narrowed his eyes. "I heard you—"
"You heard the words of a temporarily weak mind—don't worry, it won't happen
again." She blinked her eyes and he was in front of her, pushing her against the
wall hard. "See what I mean." He kissed her hard and quick on the lips. She
moaned when his hand reached between them, pulling up the sheet to cup her,
licking her lips when he released her. "Tell me you don't enjoy the power. I can
see it in your eyes." He released his hold on her with steely eyes and backed
away from her.
"Get dressed, we're going back to my mansion."
"Why stop now?" She arched her brow. "Waiting for me to come to you, to beg on
all fours like you did for me?" She sighed and shook her head, laughing as he
walked away "See, that's the difference between me and you Mamoru—" She
sneered. "I DON'T—BEG." He paused when he reached the door. She blinked
her eyes and he was standing before her with his hand at her neck.
"Sometimes I don't understand your bitchiness or why you insist on getting off by
making everyone's life around you miserable…but know this, you are MINE now.
Don't you even think twice about leaving me, because I will always be there, and
I will always know where to find you. If you even blink in a manner that
displeases me, I'll make sure that your time with me is a living hell." He paused.
"Now put your damn clothes on." He disappeared in a flash before her eyes. She
clutched the sheet tighter to her body before sinking to the floor with a quick
choked sob.