Am I losing my edge? Seems fewer people are reviewing, but here is a thanks to those who did.
Lynn8920 – haha ^_^ thank you! Please keep reading and reviewing.
Sparkles31199- your b-day is march 11? then I will post up a special b day chapter for you, and I will make sure it is worth the wait! How old will you be! I am turning twenty, though I don't feel it. And yeah, a fiance of six years this august. Scary stuff!
SeleneD- Between Becca and Kalin? )so glad to see the nick name sticks lol) um well, to sum up, murder, mayhem, forgivness, fear, and of course, betrayal. Not in the that order at all. Gotta keep you guessing. Oh, and secrets. Lots of secrets.
Wholegrainmustard – YAY your back! Btw, where are you if not in america? And of course Kalin must see her as the like the goddess of everything.
Saela – am I? Feel like I am loosing my touch latley. Or am I too pushy with the sexual tension Y_Y
IamEcho – I love you. We are such nerds.
Aguamalon- Um I am not sure if that is a compliment or not :/ not sure if you were saying you thought my story sucked at first but now it rocks or uhh well I dunno * is confused*
Kalin's POV
I came back to the room they had kept me in, the very room where a few hours before I had taken in Becca's blood and kissed her with all of the passion and love I felt inside of me. I had felt the answering emotion, and it had invoked the strong need to protect what was mine.
I caught sight of myself in a mirror they had hung up on the wall, as if to attempt to make this place feel like home or something. My chest had red welts all over it, wounds that had healed up almost immediately thanks to the fiery blood Becca had given me.
Thinking of her made my already racy heart beat harder, and I rushed down the now empty halls, eager to get to her. She must be scared, she didn't understand the war that had been going on between my kind and there for over a thousand years. I could only hope they hadn't hurt her while she was here, and if they had I would do worse to them than remove a few limbs for the fuckers like I had tonight.
They did not want to mess with a king who would do anything for the bride fate had given him.
But what about the wound on her wrist? I had stemmed the bleeding with my siliva, but what if it began to bleed again? What if she had passed out on the floor from blood loss and was cold and alone?
I ran faster, my body already straining past its limits in its desperation.
I broke the door in my haste, looking around the dimly lit room, and froze in shock as my mind registered what it was seeing.
She was not in the room.
I roared, from anger, from loss, from having my hopes crushed. But also from fear. What if they had taken her while I was gone? They had already taken my seed earlier today, as well as my blood. They could easily impregnate her now that our bonding was complete, the only thing that would have prevented her from getting pregnant otherwise.
Oh god, I had so much to tell her, I could not afford to have them take her again.
I breathed deeply, catching the sent of her blood, noting there was a few drops on the ground.
Fuck, her wound had began bleeding again.
But when I followed them and found blood on the door leading to the outside, I realized that my female had run from me on her own accord.
Why?
I only had to breath deeper to know the answer.
Fear.
And regret.
My female was afraid of me, had every right to be, I had turned her life to hell in such a short time.
I just had to catch her before she got to far. I could never let her go.
The Thorian in me relished the hunt, roared in satisfaction, in pleasure at being able to have my own sanity, to think about her, to be able to take my time tracking her down.
With grim determination, the Thorian and man in me divided in how it felt about the situation, I set to the task of hunting down the one woman who had saved me from eternity in darkness.
It had only taken three hundred years to find her.
Rebecca's POV
When I stumbled out the bunker, I realized two things at once.
First, I knew where I was, which was a relief.
And two, I had been underground this whole week.
And now I was free.
Weary from blood loss and pain, I swayed on my feet, hearing Kalin's roars of battle cut short as the door shut behind me, giving me only silence.
I was in the middle of the woods not far from the school, the same woods that I had walked so many times I had made a worn path. But school was not me destination, the hospital was, and I knew Philip would be there waiting for me to show up, worrying. I knew he would take care of me, protect me, I just had to get there, just had to make the trip.
Which was easier said than done.
My wound had begun to slowly trickle blood again, as if trying to call to Kalin again to take it in a rush of pleasure and pain that almost made me feel like an addict.
Worst of all? I wanted him too. Having him feed from me felt right, and now that I knew my blood multiplied for him, I knew why it felt right. But if I stayed away from him, maybe my blood would go back to just multiplying at a slower rate. I had linked Kalin's arrival to the time when my blood had begun to go out of control, wanting to nourish him and give him what he needed.
Too bad my mind was now white washed with fear of him, to the point where I think it lingered in every crevice of my brain. The man, I did not fear, but the animal-istic need him was strong, and terrifying.
And that seemed to be the part that craved me the most.
My feet would only move at a slow pace, my body soft and relaxed, like the time after Kalin had made love to me.
No, had had sex with me, just sex, nothing more.
He kissed you with the passion of love, with the taste of bitter sweet chocolate and salty sweet blood. The look of horror as he saw what he had done to your wrist in his eagerness to take your blood, not understanding you did it to lure him forward. His voice, so rich and deep with love and devotion, sounding like you were the most beautiful thing in existence.
Shut up brain!
Tears actually began welling in her my eyes, and my heart felt like it were being taken from my chest with every step that I took. While my mind was telling me this was the best thing that I could do, my heart wanted me to go back.
And I felt like I was killing the most important part of me as I turned my back on the man that was risking his life to protect me.
And little did he know it, but also protect the child they had almost forced me to have.
The child that, since I was walking away from him, would not never come to be.
I barley made it to the hospital. In the dark I felt like I had lost my way more than once, but my feet just kept on taking me in on steady direction, as if they were determined to prove they knew what the rest of me did not.
I almost passed out from relief when I saw the hospital in the distance, the lights so bright that it was like a beacon, calling to me. My bare feet were blistered and bleeding, I had stepped on so many things and tripped so many times I barley noticed anymore. But I think I was bordering on death with how much blood I was losing, my toes bleeding like a steady stream.
I didn't want to draw attention to myself, so I went around back, to the back emergency exit, and sure enough, Philip had disabled the lock on the door so just in case I showed up I could come straight to him.
Oh, thank god for Philip.
I paused when I was inside the door though, more to gather myself for the long climb of stairs I had, but also to calm my crying, which had steadily increased to sobbing as my journey had taken place. It had taken me a good two hours to get here, where as it usually only took thirty minuets normally. At least Philip would not think my crying odd, after all, getting kidnapped and all that was probably a reason to cry.
Finally, I did make my way all the way up the stairs, after reactivation the lock on the door, not wanting Kalin to have easy access should he follow me, and I knew he would. It took me a lot of rests, but eventually I had to make it all in one go, I could feel darkness edging in, even as my tight hold on my wrist was not stopping the slow bleeding.
I was desperate by the time I made it to his office door, not caring of the cameras, since the security guards would not get to me before I go to Philip, and that was if they were even paying attention.
But even desperation did not stop me from pausing outside his office door when I heard a females voice from coming inside.
"Philip, you have done all you can, she will show up, you know she will, I have everyone out looking for her, and you have the cops out looking for her."
"This should not have happened! I told her to stay away from that boy, I told her over and over again." Philip sounded so hopeless, I moved a little closer, peering through the crack.
It was that female I saw before!
She was here to see Philip?
Confusion surged my brain deprived brain. Philip had told me his wife died a long time ago, was he finally getting back into the saddle? I studied this female more closely, noting how beautiful she was. Her hair was a rich honey blond color, her eyes that deep emerald green, her face well rounding, her eyes setting it off perfectly. Her skin was lightly tanned, and her frame was that of a fully grown woman, curvy and welcoming to a man. She had long legs, I could tell, since she was sitting on Philips desk, swinging her legs back and fourth while he paced.
But then I messed it all up. I stumbled, hitting the door, and coming in. There was a sudden pause where they both looked at me in pure shock, before Philip was on me.
"Oh my god, Rebecca!" he yelled, crushed me to him, so hard it was hard to breath but I was not going to say a word. I was shaking so hard I did not even think I could stand on my own, and I needed his comfort so damn badly. I put my arms on his shoulders, letting them fall loosely over his shoulders, not even caring if I blacked out at this single moment.
Nothing mattered to me now, not Kalin, not this strange female, not those strange beings that had taken me. Not Kalin's cryptic answers or dodged questions, or all the answers I still did not have. All that mattered is that he was warmer than me with my blood loss, and he was strong and smelled and felt so familiar.
But then I felt a touch to me hand.
My hands snapped open, to find that female touching my hand with the still bleeding wrist, pure horror and sadness in her eyes. Her hand were small and perfect, looking as soft as the rest of her skin did, but he finger nails looked like they were slightly curved, almost like they were claws.
"Rebecca, where have you been, I have the cops looking everywhere for you, I was so worried, I am so glad you managed to get here . . ." but I was barley registering.
Her eyes, so similar than Kalin's, bringing him to mind, bringing tears to my eyes and my heart and my mind fought their war. This female lifted her gaze, meeting mine, lowering her hand.
She looked . . .
Ashamed.
"Philip . . ." I tried to whisper, but then blackness took me.
I dreamed of Kalin.
I dreamed of opening my eyes, my body at ease from the pain killers in my system, the machinery beeping softly in the back ground. He was standing beside my bed, tears running down his face, getting caught by the moonlight that came in through the window, setting them alight as if he were crying nothing but pure moonshine. He looked like a broken fall angel, and I wanted nothing more than to take him into my arms and ease this pain.
And in my dreams, I could have him right?
"Kalin," I murmured, just enjoying the simple fact of feeling his name on my tongue. I knew, in the morning, when I awoke, this would hurt, that I should not let myself dream of him like this, when I could never have it.
I was not worthy of the love he wanted so desperately to give me. I could giver him everything else I had, my blood, my body, but I could never give him a heart I did not have, I never deserved one enough to make a real one. But with him I felt like I had one, and it beat just for him.
I was scared.
But here in my dreams, I felt no fear, no pain, just the aching need for him.
"Kalin," I whispered again, lifting my arms up for him, and he came into them, as if it would kill him to deny it. There was such agony in his gaze, such pain, and I could not allow that. This was my dream, and if it was going to hurt, I was going to make sure I made him happy.
"Why did you run from me, my love," he whispered in my ear as he lay beside me, the tears falling onto my face as he propped himself above me, falling along my cheeks as if they were my own, and then to my lips, so I could taste his pain. It made my heart ache.
"Kalin, will you kiss me?" I asked in a soft, dreamy voice, lifting my face as much as I could, gently kissing his throat, his chin. But he lay tense beside me, his tears still falling.
"How can you ask me to kiss you when I have done this to you?" he demanded, tilting his head down to meet my eyes.
So green . . .
"You didn't, when you went to drink from me I tore my wrist." I explained blearily.
"Why? Was it so horrible, the thought of me taking your blood?"
"No," I slurred, sighing as I shifting, feeling his body. I wanted to memorize it. My Kalin.
"Then why, please, love, tell me, before I tear my heart out from my chest."
"Fine," I huffed. "But then you have to kiss me. 'Kay? I did it so that you would break free." I lifted my face expectantly, but he stared at me in shock.
"You did that, so that I would be able to get free?"
"Yep, and so no more madness."
"Why?"
I couldn't answer that.
It was the only thing I could give you when I left you behind.
No, I would be happy in this dream.
"Kiss." I insisted. And finally, he obeyed me, lowering his head to kiss me, to scorch me with passion and love, and to make me sigh with longing. If only this were real.
But even as he kissed me and touched me, arousal did not come to my body.
"I wish this weren't a dream," I murmured sleepily, breaking away from our kiss, leaning into him, feeling more pain killers hit my system, and damn him, I think there was a sleeping medication in there too. I wanted to dream like this a little while longer, but I could not move my body any longer, could not even seem to speak what I wanted to speak.
"Baby, this is real." he whispered, stroking my hair, kissing my head. But I didn't believe him, dreams always told you what you wanted to hear when you loved them as much as I did this one.
"Kalin?" I asked, fighting the thick pull of deep sleep.
"Yes?"
"Don't visit my dreams anymore," I barley got out in a murmur, before sleep choked out the last of this beautiful dream.