Chapter 5: Love Me

Okay to my fans sorry it took so long but I got the worst writers block imaginable. AS you know I started another fic called 'Call To Darkness: The Assassins' Story' Big hit thus far but like most of my stories not many reviews... So I plead for reviews.

Tears glittering in the pale light of the moon was his only warning that danger was around. She stood stalk still in just beyond the reach of the moon's ray. Only the wind stirred her flowing white dress. The veil that graced her head swayed to and fro. Amongst her dark locks were small white flowers that he could never for the life of him define what they were. Her eyes were crystal blue. Now they glimmered with the tears that needed to be shed now.
"Are you afraid?" she asked as she turned her head up to face the moon.
"No, are you?"
"Melody. you know that I've..."
"Shh. Their coming."
"Who is?"
"Those you seek you for your past."
"Melody, I'm afraid of my past."
"Don't be," she said soothingly. "The past is just that, the past and therefore can't be altered or changed. You've been given a second chance."
"I feel I should be grateful for that."
She only nodded. Her eyes never left the moon.
"Why don't you look at me?" he questioned.
"Because seeing you only makes what I feel stronger."
Some part of him was telling him that she loved him but another half feared what she had to say next. "I love you so much but only time will tell if this was meant to be."
His heart soared towards the stars. A slow smile spread across his features.
"You need to smile more Drake."
"As do you my lady," he purred.
"You know I have this feeling you weren't this sweet in your old life."
"You're probably right."
She smiled warmly towards him as she faced him. "Now my Lady no more tears."
"Are you my knight in shining armor?"
"I'm you're black knight right?"
"Of course."
He carefully picked his way to where she stood. Before he could get there something beat him there. It was a man draped in red. His features seemed familiar some how.
"Virgil?" the figure called.
Drake stepped in front of her to protect her.
"Who are you?"
"I'd think you'd remember your own brother," the figure drawled.
"I don't remember much of anything stranger."
Dante looked Melody up and down and it was setting Drake on edge. Drake watched in horror as he was unable to move when Dante slammed his white angel into a tree. She hissed in pain.
"Leave her alone," he growled.
"Or what?"
Before he could move blood sprayed everywhere.

Drake came awake with a start. Breathing heavily his eyes darted back and forth scanning the room for strangers. There was nothing. Shaking his head he tried to figure out what that dream had meant. He heard running footstep and his door was slammed open.
"What is, Drake?" Melody said breathlessly.
"Just a dream."
"Damn it must of been a powerful dream to shake the house."
"What?"
"When you're afraid your power spikes. It sends out shock waves of a sort and it shook the house. Nate's a deep sleeper so he wouldn't of felt that."
"Melody..." he began but not sure how to tell her what he had seen.
"What is it?"
"Do I have a brother?"
She was hesitant at first but then she carefully replied;
"Yes, his name is Dante."
"WE looked so much alike."
"You're twins Drake."
"Why?"
"He killed you in my dream. I couldn't stop him."
"Dante can't touch me Drake."
"Why's that?"
Melody leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Because I have you."
"You're putting a lot of faith in me," he whispered as he placed his arm around her shoulders.
"A faith that's well earned," she whispered into his neck.
Her warm breath washed over his neck. A few pleasant sensations ran down his spine just then. A soft groan escaped his lips.
"Melody," he groaned softly into her neck.
"Drake," she whispered quietly.
He pulled her backwards until they lay side by side on his bed. She rolled over util she was straddling his hips. The large shirt she was wearing was falling down on one shoulder exposing some of her cleavage. His hands rested on her waist.
"Melody," he whispered.
She leaned forward. Both her hands were on either side of his head. Her movements against him were making his temperature rise extremely high. It was getting to the point where he wanted to rip his clothes off to get rid of the heat. He hadn't realized his eyes were shut until he felt feather light touches running up his neck. Opening his eyes he realized those feather light touches were Melody's lips.
"Drake," she whispered.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
He came up and bit gently on her neck. A low moan of pleasure escaped her. Melody let her hands wander over his bare chest. Drake only slept in a pair of loose black sweat pants. Her nails lightly traced over his well defined muscles. A groan escaped him. When his mind returned from the pleasure filled place she had sent it he grabbed her hands.
"Melody are you sure?"
Shaking herself she pulled back. A light flush covered her cheeks.
"Drake I'm..."
"Melody?"
"I'm sorry."
She slid off of him and dashed out of his room. The door to her room was slammed and then reopened and then the front door was opened and slammed. Drake sat up putting his face in his hands as he tried to calm himself down. That situation had made him loose his resolve about her. There was no question that he wanted her but there was his amnesia to take into account. Sure he wanted a life with her but would it conflict with the life he had.
"Tisk, tisk, so Virgil isn't such a smooth talker," a voice said from the door way.
It looked like Nate but his aura was off. Drake got up slowly.
"Who are you?"
"Lets just say I am Nate. However, I'm the always sleeping part of him."
"Sleeping?"
"I'm his spilt personality so to speak. I am a powerful psychic that was banished and reborn into this absent minded boy."
"Are you the reason she forgot who she was?"
"Very clever. Yes, it was I that caused the accident in which would cause her to forget what she knew to become who she is now."
"Do you know about..."
"You're dream? Yes, why push her away Drake? You heard her she loves you and will do anything to be with you."
"My amnesia..."
"So? Melody loves you as you are now."
"What about my past?"
"She's accepted it for what it was Drake you're past."
"What if..."
"The what ifs are going to kill you Drake. Go to her make her happy for once."
"What do you mean for once?"
"Melody may show a happiness on the outside but its not real. The only true happiness she felt was when she was imagining jumping you when you followed her the other night. Of course and the thought of being the mother of your children."
"She imagined that?"
"Of course that's what fertile females think about. Of course with her devil blood it makes it all the worse especially being the Queen's daughter and all."
A blush stained his cheeks at those thoughts. He never once thought about settling down with his amnesia in swing. For a moment he wondered if his other self considered it before either. Drake didn't need to hear anymore. Getting up he changed swiftly leaving Nate alone in the house. It didn't take him long to find her. She stood not to far away staring up at the moon as she did in the dream.
"Melody come inside."
"No, Drake. Not until tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Because you don't want me in the way I want you."
"Do you really believe that?"
She didn't know what to say. The wind tugged at her unbound hair. The long strands danced like waves on the breeze. The trench coat she wore fluttered. The silence engulfed them. It was the kind of silence that made the persons within it feel a heavy weight on their shoulders.
"Melody I wanted you. Its just I never..."
Her head dipped down farther. Tears glistened on her cheeks as her head came up. Drake was taken aback by her tears. A slow smile graced her features as she slowly walked towards him. For a second he saw a stalking black panther. In an instant the image was gone and she was standing before him. Gently he picked her up and carried her to his room. Where they proceeded to finish what they started before.