"Serenity." His lips were buried in her neck, his breath hot. Her skin felt clammy and moist as he slid into her over and over again. She gripped his back, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she curled her leg around him to hold him tighter to her. She was breathing in pants, tears coming out of her eyes when he pulled away from her. His neck was suddenly bleeding heavily, the blood spilling all over her. "How could you?" And then she noticed that there was blood everywhere, on her hands, on his body, but mostly in her mouth.
Usagi woke up with a start, the sheet clutched to her chest, her body sweaty. She shivered as she attempted to catch her breath. It took her eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to her surroundings before she remembered where she was. They were back at his mansion, in his bed. They had been for a couple of days now.
She pulled the sheet towards her and got up, taking it with her as she walked slowly towards the balcony doors. Before walking outside, she turned in his direction, holding her breath as he only stirred slightly. With a deep breath she took the steps though the balcony doors.
Mamoru sighed as he watched her retreating form before lying on his side. It was a very confusing time. He didn't know or understand how to be around her anymore, and the way he talked to her at the cabin didn't help. Should he treat her like she was her former innocent self, or should he react to the way she is now? He didn't know how he was going to bridge the gap between them. He did know that it was going to be hard. They had both evolved as separate people and when they came back together their relationship became explosive.
It was also odd; their explosive mannerisms that kept them distant during the day brought them back together at night. Sex was a given. And after every session he would lay his head on her abdomen so that he could listen to the sound of their pups moving inside her. It was small movements, fluttering really, but it was something that he had never been given privy to in all the other women whom had carried his pups before. At first she slightly resisted the tender moment, now she would just lay there, not touching him, her hands at her sides. It was as if she was afraid to extend their intimacy past their love making. Not sex, but lovemaking. Despite all she might say, he knew that she loved him. But it was a confusing time, for both of them. There were a lot of unresolved issues that needed to be settled between them, and for some reason, he felt like a big part of it had to do something with whatever it is that had happened between them in their past. He knew that she was confused, could feel it, despite the wall she had put up in her mind to keep her thoughts away from him.
It was fucked up really. He had a feeling that the only way he could ever make things good again, was if they confronted a past that he had long forgotten. But this also confused him. Leone, the first women whom had bore his pups way before his time with Robert, said that she had known where he was from. Her grandparents were also from there, but they weren't gypsies. He didn't say anything to Elizabeth because he didn't want to add to any further confusion. Plus if what Leone said was true, then he isn't this Richard that they're looking for, and it wasn't something that he wanted to consider. He wanted Serenity, wanted her to be his, and wanted him to be hers.
Leone's grandparents had saved his life…. apparently their village was under attack, and then he had gotten into some kind of accident. That accident claimed his memory. Leone was only a pup in the womb at the time when her grandparents and mother helped him to escape. They were the first memory that he had when he had finally awakened, and they tended to him, and took care of him. Leone was born sometime later and when she was older, he had an eye for her and she adored him. He realized now that their mating was out of a matter of convenience. Her parents and grandparents didn't know of any others like them whom had survived, and her grandparents and parents were too old to carry on their line. Protecting the survival of their clan was of primary concern.
He, along with his people, was the first of a clan of werewolves. Not common to the ones that many talked about today in movies and such. They became full wolves when they changed unlike the half wolf half man beasts that roamed around the nights of only full moons. And though he did understand how he had come to learn how not to change on a full moon, Leone had explained to him that it is something that their people have the ability to learn when they reached their adult stage. Which if Elizabeth's story was true, it would explain the reason as to why Serenity lived with them for so long and never knew. It would also explain why his mother kept her away from the villagers most of the time. Any werewolf could sense when someone was not like them, if she lived in that town, they must have known. So why leave her alone for so many years? Did it have something to do with the fact that she was a vampire; did they sense that she was different? Were they maybe afraid of her?
His head hurt. Maybe he was thinking to hard about this. He sighed. She had been out there for half an hour. After another half hour she came back inside. He pretended to be asleep as she lay back down at the edge of the bed facing the doors, and as far away from him as possible. With a sleepy groan and a bit of shifting he moved towards her and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him. For her part, she lay stiff like a board, refusing to give into his warmth. It wasn't until a while later when she finally fell asleep, that she melted back into him.
Why did it have to be so fucking hard?
Was the gypsy people she lived with the same as the people whom were his people…but his people were werewolves. Were they only pretending to be gypsies? But gypsies migrate…and his people did not. Maybe that is why they were found out and attacked?