Jenika Snow

This story contains explicit situations/language and is only intended for adults 18 years and older.

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Chapter Seven

Damian’s expression was not one that I expected to see. I thought he would be happy and thrilled that I had finally accepted the new life he wanted to give me.

“What’s wrong, Damian?” I moved closer to him, swallowing roughly as he looked away from me.

“Things have changed.”

He looked back at me and I tried to gauge what he was thinking. His expression became stoic, a blank canvass for which I couldn’t read. “What do you mean?” My voice betrayed how I was feeling. Worry, trepidation.

“Tonight showed me how selfish I have truly been.” He moved off of me and ran a hand through his hair, the short locks becoming mused as he glanced out the window. He stood naked, the moonlight  shinning upon his glorious body. “I could have lost you tonight, Izabella. They could have easily overpowered me and taken what they wanted.” He turned back toward me, his eyes now showing angst and sorrow.

“Nothing happened though. I’m safe. After what had happened tonight, I would think you’d want to change me all that more.” He was shaking his head before I even finished speaking.

“This isn’t right, what I’ve been putting you through. They won’t stop now, Izabella.”

“What do you mean? They won’t stop?” My heart was beating an irregular rhythm. His words were coming out and penetrating my mind so slowly, like honey through a jar.

He breathed out roughly, “they shouldn’t have attacked you, yet because they did, the others will follow in his footsteps.

“I don’t understand, Damian.” I reached for him, wanting him to take my hand, to say something, anything.

“I…It isn’t safe for you if I stay. They will come for you, but I can’t let them harm you, Izabella. I have to leave for your safety.”

“No, no. Stop, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” It felt as if my heart were beating overtime. My throat felt dry, achy, like I had swallowed sand. He stood and I mimicked his movements, looking around because I really didn’t know what else to do. “I don’t understand. Please tell me what’s going on.”

“They want you because I have you. They won’t be interested if they see I have grown tired of you. If I stay, it will only make matters worse. It will only make them want you more.” He was dressed in a matter of seconds, and he looked at me with anguish in his eyes, his movements slow and unhurried as he made his way towards the french doors.

“Then change me, Damian. Make me what you are so that they can’t hurt me.” I was crying now, the very idea of never seeing him again too much for my heart to take.

“It wouldn’t change anything. They would still come for you. Even after I turn you, you would still be so fragile, so vulnerable. At least for those first few months. As long as I stay they will never stop.”

I wanted to scream at him, yell at him until I understood, until he understood what a horrible mistake he was making. The french doors were open now, the wind blowing in, the sheer white curtains moving in a sensual dance. I wanted to tell him we could leave together, that we could run away to a place they would never find us. The words wouldn’t come out though, and all I could do was watch as he took a step towards me, kiss my forehead, and turn to leave. I reached my hand out, as if the act could actually stop him. He didn’t turn around to look at me, just disappeared into the night. I made a strangled noise and sank to the floor, the wood cold beneath my bare knees. He left. He actually left me.

 ****

 It felt as if I had sat on my bedroom floor for hours, just staring out the open french doors as the chilled air surrounded my naked body. I felt numb, dead. My tears had long since dried, and as I pulled myself off the floor, they came back full force. I walked over to the double doors, staring out at the night sky, hoping beyond hope that I would see him. Of course I didn’t—Damian wouldn’t and couldn’t be found unless he deemed it so.

I slowly closed the doors, as if it were someone else performing the action. I turned around and looked at my big, empty bed. Earlier that night Damian and I had shared something special in it. How could I sleep in it knowing I would never experience that connection again? How could I lay upon the sheets and smell his intoxicating scent when I knew I would never see him again?

I knew it would do no good to think positively, hoping he would be by tomorrow night. I knew he wouldn’t, because if he actually thought I was in danger, he would do everything in his power to keep me from harm.

Damian leaving me was torture, that without his presence, I was in danger of the sorrow and emptiness that lay just below the surface. I felt hollow, like the shell of the person I once used to be. I had grown so used to his presence, so used to the warm and comfortable company he provided over the years that I couldn’t even think of my life without him. Maybe if I were like him, a vampire, things could be different. Maybe then he would understand that I was in more danger without him then I was with him.

I walked over to my bed and lay down, feeling the silk against my skin and wanting to weep even harder. I could smell the rich and darkly erotic aroma that made up Damian. It was like I was standing in the center of a forest, the trees blowing seductively from the wind as the scent of evergreen and pine filtered through my senses. I fell asleep to that image, me in the woods, the trees surrounding me. It was like Damian was by me, like he had never left at all.

 ****

 I knew I was dreaming as soon as I saw I stood in a meadow. The snow fell around me even though it was summer. Trees surrounded me; their imposing trunks making me feel so small and insubstantial. Although it snowed, none of the white flakes touched me. They fell around me, creating an almost protective circle around my feet. A patch of bright green grass lay beneath my bare feet, the blades tickling my skin and lending me warmth. It was weird knowing it snowed, and yet the air was warm and breezy.

Bodies started to move out from behind the thick trunks, their features hidden by the shadows of inky blackness. I couldn’t tell who they were but I knew what they were.

Vampires.

I could sense their hunger and desire for me. It wasn’t what I sensed from Damian--that all encompassing need to love me, but more of a primal need to feed. They wanted my blood, wanted to drain me dry and watch me die. Yes, this was a dream, but it was so realistic, like I was truly standing before them. Was this my subconscious telling me I truly did need to be frightened, that I truly was in danger?

They started to slowly come forward, each of them snarling and hissing at me as spittle dripped down their fangs to the pristine snow below. Their faces were stark and pale, the shadows casting hidden creases and crevices and making their facial bones more pronounced. I wanted to run away, but even if they weren’t circling me and preventing me from doing so, I couldn’t move. My feet were cemented to the ground, as if an unseen force kept me from moving out of the circle.

They were no more than a foot from me now, their smiles evil and determined as they stepped closer. My heart was pounding so fast and hard that I knew they could hear it, knew they could sense just how forceful my blood was coursing through my body. I could see their mouths water more and knew I had been right.

“Come to us.”

They spoke softly, yet convincingly, and I knew they were using compulsion. I felt myself get aroused. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn't. My nipples beaded up tightly, my pussy becoming wet with my desire. Their sexual words laced themselves in my brain. They told me how I  was so beautiful,  how they wanted to touch and kiss me. I felt drugged, high, and I wanted nothing more then to let them do those things to me.

I closed my eyes as invisible fingers danced along my nipples, slipped between my breasts and trailed down my belly. It was as if I could actually feel fingers part my labia, smooth up and down my slit, and tease my clit. It wasn't just a hand though, it was Damian's hand, Damian's fingers teasing and tantalizing me.  I wanted him so fiercely it left me breathless. I wanted to lay on the snow and let him cover me with his hard body. I wanted to spread my legs and wrap them around his waist as he pushed his cock into me and brought us both ecstasy. I slowly opened my eyes, Damian vanishing from my mind as I tried to remember what was going on.

This is just a dream.

I repeated this mantra over and over in my mind, knowing that even if I could have stepped out of the safety of the circle, they couldn’t have harmed me. I should have known their compulsion wouldn’t work on me, but as I listened to their sensual whispers, I felt the power holding me in place lift. I was now able to move my feet, and as my body felt light and beautiful, their soft words weaving a pleasure filled haze through my body, I knew I wanted to go with them.

“You want us and we want you. Come to us.”

“Yes, I do want you.” I reached my hand out to them. I wanted to be with them, to give them whatever they wanted. Isn’t this why I came? Isn’t this why I had come to them? Yes, yes it was.

I stepped out of the circle and they stepped back, their smiles growing wide as they laughed gently at me. Soon those smiles became grotesque, frightening as they moved forward with such speed that I had only blinked once. I knew I was about to die, but I didn't care.

 ****

 I woke with a start, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. My heart was beating like a freight train. My skin was sweaty and hot. I blinked several times, letting my sight adjust to the darkness of the room. Shadows slithered through every crack, but as my eyes adjusted to the blackness of the room, my gaze grew wide and I gasped. My bed was surrounded my large figures, their bright white smiles like neon in the night, their fangs lethal and deadly looking. I scrambled up my bed, the sheets getting tangled in my legs as I tried to get as far away from them as I could.

I scrambled off the bed, not even caring that I was naked. I realized the french doors were open, the wind an arctic frost in the room. They let me get as far as my bedroom door, and when my hand wrapped around the brass knob I felt a hard tug on my hair.

I fell backwards, hitting the ground hard enough to rattle my teeth. Someone dragged me across the smooth hardwood floor. I kicked my legs out, trying to reach for something to hold onto but falling short. I lifted my arm and tried to get some of the pressure off of my skull, but who held my hair had a bruising grip on it. The sheer curtains whipped furiously around, and I realized they planned on taking me somewhere. I would rather die then be tortured. I screamed out, not knowing if someone would even be able to help me if they heard.

Fierce pain slammed into the side of my head and everything became hazy. The pain was unbearable, but my fight or flight instinct was working in overdrive and I wanted nothing more then to escape. I screamed for Damian, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear me, but not knowing what else to do. He had always been there when I needed him, protected me from the danger and pain the world offered.

“He won’t hear you, little one. Or have you forgotten he left you alone, left you to fend for yourself when he knew we would come for you?”

Hot tears flowed freely from my eyes, not because of what the vampire said, but because he was right. Damian had left me, knowing they were after me, and thinking that if he left I would be safe.

Damian had been wrong. He was gone and I was about to die.

To be continued…