I'm sorry about the hiatus, here's finally the next chapter.
Chapter 6
Longing
Scotland, 1221
Ginna was nervous. Tonight was the night. Her first time with a man. And not just any man. With Tristan. Not that she could imagine doing this with anyone else. She was ready for this, but she was also nervous. What if he would be disappointed? What if she couldn't do it right? What if… No, she needed to stop this. She wasn't going to ruin their night with her insecurity.
Still she hoped that there would be someone she could talk to, maybe ask for some advice. Unfortunately there wasn't. If her brothers would ever find out… It was fine for them to bed as many women as they wanted, but whenever Rebekah showed interest toward any man, they immediately became ridiculously overprotective.
Ginna had never actually shown interest toward any man, but she had no doubt that if she would, her brothers would react the same way. It really wasn't fair. They simply refused to acknowledge the fact that women had those kinds of needs as well. Rebekah had talked to Ginna about certain "urges" she has had after their mother's spell.
She hadn't been hungry for just blood. Ginna understood what she meant, she has had that kind of "urges" too after she had met Tristan. Ever since they had shared their first kiss, she had found herself craving for something unknown. He was the first man who had ever made her feel like that. His touch made her whole body tingle. In a very pleasant way.
The thought of him touching her most private place… It made her feel something very unladylike. She bit her bottom lip and glanced at her bed. Everything was ready; she had bathed, put on a new silk nightgown and carefully brushed her long hair. The only thing missing was him. What if he wouldn't come? What if… Thankfully she didn't have time to finish her thoughts when she heard a quiet knock. It made her freeze. The door opened and Tristan entered her chamber.
"Good evening, my lady," he stated. His face was callous and he seemed just as confident as ever, but if Ginna wasn't mistaken, he was a bit…hesitant. She couldn't help but smile.
"You came."
He cleared his throat before replying.
"Yes. If you have had a change of heart…"
"No, I have not," she cut in. "Have you?"
He was clearly surprised.
"No, my lady, I certainly have not."
She nodded.
"Good."
They were both quiet for a moment. She would have wanted to walk over to him, but she suspected that he wanted to make the first move. He was after all a very dominant man. He had spent his whole life giving orders to other people. That didn't intimidate her, she had got used to dominant men, such as her father and her brothers. She knew how to handle them. And despite of his "rough edges", she had seen that Tristan had a soft side. She didn't think for a second that he would hurt her. Patiently she waited for him to move in front of her.
"Ginna…" he murmured as he ran his fingers softly over her cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"
She nodded.
"I am."
He parted her lips with his thumb and smiled. His smile was somewhat predatory, but she could also see warmth in his eyes. She managed to surprise him by touching his thumb with her tongue.
"Will you teach me, my lord?" she asked innocently.
Now there was most definitely pure lust in his eyes.
"Tristan," he stated hoarsely. "I want you to call me Tristan."
She blinked her eyes and smiled sweetly.
"As you wish. Tristan."
She gasped as he grabbed her arms and pulled her close.
"I will promise you one thing, my sweet Ginna." He paused and touched her neck with his lips. His touch sent pleasant shivers down her spine. "Before this night is over, I will hear you crying out my name many, many times…"
"My lady! My lady, please wake up!"
Ginna opened her eyes as quickly as she could.
"Tristan…" she murmured sleepily.
"No, my lady, it is I, Moira."
Ginna had to blink few times in order to clear her head. Her maid was standing next to her bed. The bedchamber was dark, but Moira had a candle in her hand.
"What is wrong?" Ginna asked as she got into a sitting position.
Moira looked very pale.
"The Lord Fenton…"
No more than a second later Ginna was on her feet.
"Where is he?"
"In his chamber."
That was all Ginna needed to know, she zoomed out of the door. Something had happened to Finn. She was the only one who called him that, to everyone else he was the Lord Fenton. She herself was known as the Lady Senna. After leaving their family, they had both agreed that it would be smart to choose a new name. So far it had worked fine; there had been no sight of their siblings or their father.
They had found a peaceful estate in Scotland and settled here. They both enjoyed riding in the highlands, taking long walks and reading in their little library. Often they both sat there for hours without saying a word. The silence was never uncomfortable; they could enjoy each others company without any words. Usually their coexistence had been nothing but peaceful.
"Finn!" she called as she reached the door to his chamber.
She didn't get any reply, but she still pushed the door open. Her eyes widened when she saw her brother. He was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the wall. He was covered with blood. Ginna walked over to him without saying a word and sat down beside him. His face was completely callous; gently she wrapped her arms around him. She didn't ask any questions, she simply waited for him to speak.
"I… I did not mean…" he finally murmured.
"I know, brother."
"These men… They attacked me; I think they tried to rob me and I… I lost control… I lost control… Oh God…"
"It's alright," Ginna hummed and rubbed Finn's back in a calming motion.
"I am so sorry, sister," he mumbled. "I… I think some people saw me… We have to leave…"
"Then we shall leave," she replied calmly.
"You love this place…"
"And I will love the next place as well," she cut in and kissed his cheek. "It makes no difference where we live; we can make any place a home."
Slowly he looked at her; she could see the distress in his eyes. He was proud of his self-control; he was determined not to be a monster. Sometimes dealing with the hunger was very hard for him and there had been times when he had wanted to end his existence. Ginna had tried her best to be there for him, just like he had been there for her when she had needed him. When her pathetic heart had ached because of Tristan. She hated herself for still missing him. How weak was she?
"My sweet Ginna…"
No, she refused to ever think about him again. She hated him. She did. If she would ever see him again, she would rip his heart out. Just like he had done to her.
3 days later
Tristan stood in the middle of the empty bedchamber and closed his eyes. Her scent… He could still smell her. She had left in a hurry, leaving some of her clothes behind. He picked up her nightgown and pressed it against his face. Ginna… He had been too late. It had taken him years and all the resources of the Strix to find a solid lead. It had all been for nothing. She was gone. Again.
He let out a growl and slammed his fists against the wall. After that he was his calm self again. He had found her once and he would find her again. He had to. During the last century he had looked after his sister and built the Strix, but there had been no peace for him. Not without Ginna. She was his. He needed her. More badly than he had ever thought he could need anyone.
