Blast From the Past
"That was just what I needed. Damn, Rave, you really know how to make a guy feel fucked."
His smile must have been bright, but I was still distracted by staring into the eyes of my 'assuming' ex-boyfriend. Did he really think he could just up and leave with no word for eight years, and expect me to wait around for him? Was the life he was living not fun anymore so he decided to slip back into this one? Well then, to the careless royal vampire boyfriends out there, assuming there's more than one, SUCK IT!
"How was it for you?" I snapped back to reality, but I never took my eyes off the bat. As if I were taunting it/him I answered Luke.
"Fuck-mazing, Luke. I needed it too." Releasing my stare, I looked into Luke's smoky grey eyes as I assured him, "you're like a fuck-me drug I can't get off of." Then I reached over and gave him a peck on the lips. "Now get out of my room hot stuff. I'm going to take a shower and head out."
The audible exhale told me he didn't want to. "Sure thing, Rave. Let me just get the feeling back in my legs, and we can go back to pretending none of this happened." I could hear the faint tone of accusation in his voice as he played it out for sarcasm. You see, Luke and I had this thing going on for a couple of months now. We made a deal and a line had been drawn. Nothing has changed except Luke's attitude towards the conditions and my feelings about them.
I decided to ignore the meaning behind his words because obviously I had other things on my mind. So, like every rational peacekeeper would respond, I simply said, "Perfect, thanks." But, that must not have gone over peacefully for him because the next thing I know, Luke practically threw himself off the bed as if it were on fire and stormed out of my room. He could be such an aggravating kid sometimes. To top it off, he slammed the door to his bedroom. Well, that's not sexy.
After staring at his tantrum with wide eyes, I shook it off and pulled a robe on before going to my closet. I pulled out some casual clothes that had a bit of sex appeal to them: a black, canvas, buckled mini dress, with ripped stockings, and a pair of black, studded, leather platform boots with buckles going up the back. Okay, so it's casual for me, and scary-sexy-what-the-hell for the K-mart catalog figures; also known as Dullsville citizens. But who cares what they think? I don't. I put my outfit on my bed and boots on the floor beside it before going into my attached bathroom.
I took a nice hot shower to wash the sex sweat and oncoming stress off me. But my thoughts started running wild about everything that's happened in the past eight years.
Alexander took me as his bride. We had a Covenant Ceremony on sacred ground where our friends and siblings came to support. Alexander turned me into a vampire… a Sterling vampire… his Sterling vampire. Being on sacred ground meant we were bound to each other for all eternity. I was so happy that after two years from when we first met and started dating, after everything that we went through, he finally made my dreams come true. I was a vampire turned by my true love. My vampire prince. Well, he wasn't exactly a prince, but he was still royalty. And he accepted me completely as I accepted him. For a month he let me sleep with him in his coffin throughout the day. That month he made love to me for the first time.
But then things started to change after he got a letter. It was written in Romanian, so I didn't know what it said and he wouldn't tell me. Then one night, I thought he was getting us a bigger coffin so we had more room to sleep and move. But instead he bought one just for me. We would feed on each other and nothing else until he decided to withdraw. He had Jameson feed us steak and cows blood, which ended up making me sick. Then his parents came to visit and congratulate us. They also told him he was needed back in Romania to become more involved with the royal families and whatever businesses they tend to. I begged him to take me, but he refused. He would tell me "not now, Raven", or "next time I'll take you." He wouldn't even tell me when he was leaving or for how long. I thought he was ashamed of me because I wasn't good enough for the royals. All I know is, the night after his parents left, I woke up to an empty mansion. Jameson was gone, Alexander was gone, the bats were gone, and all of Alexander's things were gone. I didn't get to tell him that I found out I was pregnant.
I called his phone and it kept going to voicemail. After three months of messages, his phone was turned off. What pissed me off the most was that he still spoke to Sebastian, and even Matt. I tried to get them to get him to speak to me or tell me when he's coming back, but all they tell me is "he can't, he won't say." Whenever he called them, I'd ask to speak to him only to hear that he has to go. They didn't know I was pregnant, and I didn't want to tell them. I wanted Alexander to be the first to know. Since he left I haven't heard from him once. He ignores my every attempt to speak to him. Even Stormy, his little sister is avoiding me. I'm guessing she's avoiding Billy too because he went into a state of depression the same time I did and wont talk about it.
One year went by, and I stayed at the mansion waiting for Alexander with our twins. When he didn't show, I bought a ticket to Romania to go and find him. I felt broken, like parts of me; my heart and soul, was missing. My parents were more than happy to watch the twins while I went to find their father. I made a mistake by asking Sebastian to come with me since he was from Romania and neighbors to where Alexander lived. As soon as I was ready to board the plane, they told me the flight was full. It was a big plane, and I was early when I watched the passengers board the plane. It wasn't full. They were keeping me off. I argued with them and asked to see someone in charge. "Miss Madison, we can't let you on the plane. You need to calm down." My ticket said 'Raven Sterling' they didn't know my last name to my human life was Madison. It was Alexander. Sebastian must have told him and now he's preventing me from going, he's not even acknowledging me as 'Sterling'. I would've turned into a bat and fly myself there but Alexander didn't teach me. All my other vampire friends, Onyx, Scarlett, and Kat wouldn't either. Saying, "it's your maker's responsibility to teach you." Knowing damn well my maker was gone. What kind of friends were they anyways? The kind I no longer talk to is what.
And Becky? She transferred to go to some college far across the country with Matt. Except, Matt came back to visit every so often while her family bought her an apartment in the city area near the university. She stopped contacting me after another year. So much for, 'best friends forever'.
Three years later, my parents died. We went out to eat and had to hurry back home when mom realized she forgot to turn off the stove when she made tea. Dad went with her while Billy, the kids and I headed upstairs to get a movie. A loud blast came from the kitchen and everything was ablaze. Smoke was filling the air and the second floor was starting to groan as if a beam was breaking. Billy and I grabbed the kids and headed for my room where we could climb out the window. I knew right away from the heavy scent of blood that they were dead. So all I focused on was keeping my kids and Billy safe. And still, Alexander was nowhere to be found when I needed him the most, when we needed him.
It was the year Billy was going off to college. He had gotten a full scholarship at a school where they had a good science and technology program he wanted to study in. the tragedy took the will right out of him. I told him mom and dad wouldn't want him to skip out on college, so he decided to go to one closer to home so he could still be around the kids. It was also the year I confronted Sebastian and all the other vamps residing in Dullsville. I demanded they let me speak to Alexander. I begged them to tell me why they won't let me. Why didn't he want to speak to me? What did I do? I needed him. One year after my parent's death, I fully accepted that Alexander, my mate for eternity, and father of my children, had forsaken me.
A year after that, I met Luke.
I wasn't my fun-loving, adventure seeking, Goth girl self anymore. I had become an even more morbid, depressed, self-pitying vampire Goth chick. I was in the woods on the outskirts of town trying to catch our lunch for a picnic, a cute little brown rabbit that wouldn't stay still, when I saw something dark pass through the moonlight. I stopped chasing the stupid rabbit, and listened for a disturbance while I kept my eyes open. I came to a clearing that had a small opening in the trees to let in a moon beam when I saw him. The beauty of the sight before me was straight from the gothic fairy tales. A man towering over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a slim waist stood in front of me. But what captured my undivided attention were the black, feathered wings sprouting from his back. It was magical. Was he a fallen angel? Dark angel? Birdman? I didn't know what he was. But he was a beautiful sight. "You are so damn hot?" I heard him say.
Nope, he was no angel… just a man, with wings. The icebreaker was appreciated, but the comment was ignored. "What are you?" I asked him.
"Horny," was all he'd said. That's when I notice the rest of him. His skin was milky white, a stark contrast to his black as coal hair and wings. His body sculpted to perfection with hard muscles and soft edges. He was beautiful. And he was shamelessly naked. I felt the heat of blood rise to my cheeks and the tips of my ears. "Damn you are hot," he said again as he started to move towards me.
"I meant, you're obviously not a human or vampire. So what are you? I thought angels had white wings." I tried to get my mind off his… nakedness. I looked at his face and wanted to slap myself because he was directly in front me. So when I looked up, he was already bending down and our lips touched. I was so shocked by the softness of his lips, boldness of his actions, and hardness of his… erection pressing onto my belly. I did the only thing that seemed sensible at the time. I jammed my knee into his nut sack.
We became friends after that. He learned to respect my space, and I learned he was a vrekener from a different world. He didn't freak out when he met the twins like I expected most guys to. Instead he adored them, played with them. He was somewhat of a father figure for them and I was grateful. Even though they knew he wasn't their father, they still loved him just the same. Especially when he took them flying. I couldn't teach them how to change into a bat since I didn't know how either. It wasn't something that came naturally.
Now, two years later, I finally found contentment with my life. I had officially moved out of the mansion and bought a little four-bedroom house near the woods. Luke became my roommate along with Billy, and the kids shared a room next to mine. Luke and I realized we could be friends and still comfort each other when we were feeling lonely. He wants it to be more than that, but that's where I draw the line. No dating, no strings, no heartbreak. No way in hell was I going through all that again. Absolutely. Not. He was okay with the terms for a while, even dated some of the chicks in town. Hell, he even dated Onyx. That lasted until the night he brought her home while the kids were out and she found out whom he was rooming/sleeping with. It was a very tense and awkward night. Onyx ended up moving back to Hipsterville.
Even as Luke dated other girls, it was always me he returned to when stress, anger, sadness, and loneliness crept up. I didn't approve of him cheating on his girlfriends since I'd give advice on girls when he asked. But I couldn't help it. Him coming to me, made me feel like I was wanted, the way a man wants a woman. And the loneliness would fade. So, no matter whom he was with, he always made time to comfort me and mess around when the twins were away. We were always just friends with benefits, fuck-buddies. Now, we were bordering the lines on make-up sex, and date-me sex. Both kept ending with us physically sated, and emotionally riled up. Now my problems from the past have come to get me back on edge.
I turned off the shower and wrapped my dark purple, fluffy towel around me. I blow dried my hair and rubbed roses 'n cinnamon scented lotion all over me. I went back into my bedroom to get dressed, apply my make-up by memory, do up my long black hair into a messy bun, and add some accessories. After I was done, I grabbed all the sheets and bedding from my bed and put them in the washing machine. I liked having a regular bed to complete my room and relax in. But my coffin that was under it is where I slept. The scent of pizza filled my nose and I followed it all the way to the living room where Luke and Billy were sitting on the couch.
"Billy, you're back!" I exclaimed. I was surprised since he said he wasn't going to be back for two more weeks. He didn't answer since his mouth was full. So I just walked over and kissed his cheek. "Don't wait up, I'll be out later than usual." I grabbed my keys and headed out the door and towards my car. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 7 o'clock exactly. The kids were at my Aunt Lily's for the weekend, so they were probably just getting up. I'll give them a call when I get off work, I decided. I had to be at work in an hour and a half so I decided to take extra time to drive up to the mansion and face my past.
He's here, was the only thing that went through my head. I was three blocks away when I saw the attic lights on in the mansion on Benson Hill. Now I'm on the front door steps ready to knock when I felt his presence behind me. I turned around to meet the eyes of the man I loved, who had forsaken me.
"Alexander."