Chapter Eighteen
Natasha lie on the bed next to him, the blankets thrown off to the side. Her blonde hair was fanned around her and her blue eyes glinted. A small smile played on her lips. Ian`s hands absentmindedly caressed her as he watched her. She was a beauty and her heartbeat was steady and strong like the beating of a drum. Her heartbeat was more rapid than Lorena`s as a vampire. He found himself focusing on the glorious sound. He was relaxed and satisfied from the amazing sex. He hadn't been with a woman in a long time. With Tasha, he got the best of both species. She smirked, her small fangs showing.
"I`ve certainly gotten to know my allies better."
Ian gave a small laugh, "Against the Werewolves and Lytherian."
Natasha`s smirk faded.
"No..." she trailed off.
Ian straightened up in the bed, curious. Tasha rose from the bed and reached for her dress when Ian grabbed her by the arm. She punched him in the face and he reeled back in surprise. She had punched him hard enough to break his nose and a steady stream of blood flowed from the wound. He looked at her with disbelief.
"I need to go." She whispered, as she sat back down on the bed, her dress in her lap.
"What are you not telling me?" He coaxed.
Natasha wouldn't met his eyes. Ian`s broken nose healed itself slowly
"It isn't me thats keeping it from you. Chris, hasn't told your leaders yet like he said he would..." she paused to compose herself, "The wall between our realm and the mortals, is becoming weaker, that means...the wall imprisoning the Angels in the sky...is also weakening."
Ian felt everything in him go numb with fear.
"They can come here..."
"...and finish what they started...killing off all immortals." She finished for him, her own fear etched in her voice.
A knock at the door brought them out of their fears for a moment and back into the real world.
"Party is over! Everyone out!" A deep husky voice commanded.
Tasha snapped back to her usual demeanor. She gave him a sly smile and stood to slid on her dress
"I am just a one night stand, aren't I?" He whispered, barely audible.
Natasha grinned wider, and fixed her dress on her body.. Ian already knew the answer, but her admitting it would only cut deeper. She stepped back into her shoes and leaned over his side of the bed. She gave him a deep kiss and hesitated before turning to walk out the door. Her smile was cocky this time.
"We will see eachother again Ian. It was nice getting to know you."
Her eyes held a mischievous light in them but it was gone as suddenly as it had appeared. She didn't wait for his reply as she slipped out the door, leaving him alone to process everything and to try and keep the all consuming dread he now felt from enveloping him.