Brotherly Love

Chapter 2: What the Heart Wants and Cannot Have

A bit longer, but still not much action I'm afraid. Don't worry, the action starts soon but it take Ms Harris a long time to get into it properly, and I'm channelling her!

Note (11-Sep-2010) - I reposted this chapter (reformatted) because of some reading issues. There's no change in content!

I decided I'd ignored him long enough; my Grandmother hadn't raised me to be rude. I turned over and reached out towards the lamp, whilst ensuring that the covers were pulled as high as they could go – he might have seen me naked before, but he wasn't get a repeat right now. Thankfully I'd decided to put on my newest nightie last night; one I'd bought during a WalMart sale because it was so extravagant. I had the money to buy it, now that the Queen's payment for my services had come through, but I knew from personal experience that disasters could hit at any second so I wasn't being frivolous with my money. It wasn't like the money I'd earned had made me rich, but it would enable me to live comfortably for a while, without fear of the poorhouse. I'd even been considering buying a puppy, but this impromptu visit reminded me of why I hadn't got one before – I didn't know how long it would last with the Supes running around my house like a park. No doubt Bubba would decide he had a hankering for puppy or perhaps my boss, Sam (a shifter who preferred turning into a Collie and had, one more than one occasion, slept on the floor of my living room) would get jealous and take a bite out of him.

No, I couldn't put an innocent creature in the danger I'd let myself get in so I was alone in the house. Amelia had returned to her home, to supervise the fixing of her home after the damage of Katrina and my brother Jason would rather live with his cheating wife than with his loving sister.

I wasn't as scared as I might've been because I was still stronger and faster than I had any right to be thanks to the Vampire blood I had ingested not long ago, courtesy of Eric. That was another reason I was sure it was Eric who was waiting for me to switch on the light – I could feel our blood bond (formed by my having his blood 3 times already) alerting me to his presence. It would've been fine, except for the fact that it also toyed with my emotions – I shouldn't have been feeling happy and I knew it wasn't how I was feeling but the bond reacting to Eric.

I put that out my head and switched on the light with a comforting click. The light flooded the room and my suspicions were confirmed; Eric sat there perfectly still, perfectly erect (those images should be long buried) and perfectly... perfect. There was no other word. He looked like he'd been sculpted by Loki to entice and ruin me (I've been reading up on my Norse history ever since our whirlwind love affair). A perfect example of the male body (not that I've seen many but you know, I do have cable), with true Viking looks.

My breath catches, just a little, every time I see him. I think he feels the same way that I do – I hope he wants to be with me. But I can't be sure because Eric is as hard to read as is he is the touch. He's like rock and he won't make himself vulnerable if he can help it, so I'm forced to go by little emotional signals I get through our blood bond.

Doesn't matter now – I doubt he's snuck into my room to spill the deepest secrets of his hear. He's too dramatic for that – this was too easy. I reckon he'd come to my front door and present me with a token of his affection then back it up with passionate actions. He wouldn't come in the middle of the night, when he knew I'd be asleep – that's a sure way to get into my bad books.

No. He has something important to tell me.

If he had wanted to watch me sleep (he may consider this romantic – not me I've had too many people in my room without my knowledge to make this special), then I'd never have known he was here. He could have left before my brain had even realised there was anyone in the room. There was something he wanted to tell me, I could see it in his face.

But I also knew I wouldn't like what he was going to say – that was in his face too.