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Chapter 93

As if it was a bell towing for Sunday mass.

Or a high pitched alarm to run for the cellars and hide from the hurricane.

I was relieved when shadowy figures, dressed in dusty outdated clothes, and eyes full of fright arrived, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they'd come for him, they'd found him and would be able to undo this curse.

Sadly, she got to them and fed them a likely story. "He's gone". "We offered him room and board for the night and he left with our daughter in the middle of the night. My husband -she practically choked on the word, has gone to find them".

Their sheepish faces, moved away from her, and headed towards their vehicles. The only ones that kept their regal poise where the older couple holding hands, her beautiful eyes resembled his. I stroked his sleeping face, worried that they might challenge Vivian and be held here for eternity.

But their suspicious eyes and doubting mouths, only made her determined to keep them out. Her glare kept them quiet but still angry. The man stroked his wife's shoulder in a quiet gesture, making her seize her questioning and quietly walked to the street.

In a few moments they where small dots on the horizon, but their light kept shinning around him for a bit longer. His aura kept them close, but still it wasn't enough for her to un bind him from this place.

Days later he awoke, his questions where simple but still difficult for me to answer without frightening him or revealing too much, hence ruining the plan.

After coercing him to get dressed and follow me outside, it was almost too easy.

We walked for a bit, his body still unaware that it had been vacant for month, and healed completely.

He could still feel and would project the scars and wounds. I didn't want his mind to over take the house before we could get away, so I kept quiet and mysterious, knowing well that he'd follow me and let me guide him to safety.

After our wondering spirits, took us to the entrance of the other realm, I left him for a bit to plea for his entrance. He wasn't aloud yet, he had to have committed a mortal sin. I begged them that loving a demon should be considered one. It worked and he was let in.

I was tired and afraid that he'd refuse the ritual, but his eyes wouldn't leave mine. It was too easy leading him between the rotted corpses and hungry hands that would reach out to grab him. He never noticed how I had to pull him against me to get him out of the way of the larger beings fighting for their freedom in the pits of this retched place.

His beautiful eyes kept on mine, trusting and patient.

After the long journey it was done, I needed for him to understand but his mind was drifting. They had hounded on him and they would do their worse to make him doubt and come to them. I was determined to keep him. He was mine, and always had been, I would be damned if I'd let him go now.

I already was.

After a few moments, he awoke and I knew he'd seen me, but I wasn't sure how much he'd understand and would turn as an illusion more then the reality of my rotted flesh.

His eyes stared back to mine while I walked toward him on the bed, he was afraid, I could smell it, it was delicious, to a being like me it was like caviar. I wanted to devour him but I wasn't here for this, I needed to remember that it was more to this then just to feed from him. His light was too tempting to let go.

I kissed his lips and caressed his body, moved over him and rocked myself against his arousal, he was so warm and inviting, he couldn't see me as I really was, yet. I held him and kissed his lips feverently and he stroked and caressed my body. The heat between us came to a cresendo and before I knew it, he was gone. I couldn't believe it.

He'd left me again.

My mind became irrational and my cries and pleas for them to return him where invane, his body was ashes agianst me.

I knew it was my doing but it still felt like the cruelest joke ever made. I've heard humans say that God is an angry child playing with humans like ants under a magnafying glass. Even mentione that Karma is a rightfull bitch. But what had I done in all my lives to deserve such pain, suffering, and desolation.

I kept crying and stroking the beautiful siloet of his face, it crumbled under my pointy claws

There was no use in hiding anymore, I had done it. I had killed what I had love the most in this world and condemed myself to lonelyness.

My cries and howls vibrated against the walls of this places. And for a second I thought I would be left here to rotte for eternity.

A light above me shone brightly making me eyes sting, I lowered my head and bowed to it, the voice above ordered me to cease and with a flash like lightning I was gone.

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