by J. E Hanson
Alexander sits on the other side. “I want to say that you have my approval to date Christian. Not like, you need it anyway. His last girlfriend was a complete bitch.”
Ian, Zane, Leo, Sam, and Charlie sit on the sectional. The pilots push the button and make the steps retract. I have never been on a plane before. Christian returns and he sits behind me, to hold me in his arms. Ian nudges Zane and points out my new relationship with Christian. I lean back on Christian, and he softly kisses my cheek.
“Pop goes the weasel,” Ian whispers a little tune underneath his breath.
Zane snickers at Ian. “Dude, that’s so fucking wrong!”
Christian mashes his lips against mine in front of everyone. He has no qualms about showing off our new relationship in front of others. He never cares who watches us. If he’s going to kiss me, he will do it anyway. I learn to relax with him. Christian wears a pair of khaki shorts, sandals, with a charcoal tank. My gym clothes remain on.
After the plane stabilizes in the air, Christian kisses my cheek. “If you follow the hallway, all the way to the end, you will find my bedroom. On my bed is a dress waiting for you and a pair of shoes. You can take a shower in my bathroom,” he whispers softly in my ear.
I press my lips against his one more time, and then left his side for his bedroom. The door closes behind me. Exactly as he described, there’s a charcoal dress bag sitting on his bed with a pair of shoes. I yank off my clothes to take a shower. There is a lot of gold in one bathroom. The shower doors are all glass. This is ballsy of him, to have see-through glass doors for his shower. I finish showering for a second time today, but this shower only lasts for ten minutes. My blow dryer waits for me along with my toiletries. I quickly strap on the undergarments, and the thong still feels incredibly uncomfortable. Another expensive dress lifts over my head. He bought me a very cute canary strapless dress.
Christian knocks on the door and enters. “Do you need help?”
I walk backwards to him and he pulls my zipper up. He flips my hair forward, and kisses the back of my neck. My body has an infestation of goose bumps. I can feel my body crying out for his attention. He places a heart shaped necklace around my neck, and he snaps a heart shaped bracelet around my wrist. I delightfully show him my appreciation for the expensive jewelry. My lips refuse to let up this time. He has the same problem with impulse control as me. We want each other badly. Before I knew it, I’m lying on the bed, making out with him. I’m the bad girl, who I want to be. I help him out of his tank, and instantly go to work on his perfect Greek body.
He’s the one who stops us. “Jeannie we need, to put the brakes on. We are going way too fast.”
He pulls off me, and he yanks his tank back over his head. “I want this as badly as you do, but I still feel like I am cheating you out of a great life.” Not only does he apply the brakes, but he also slams us against the wall, making my body crumble.
“Please stop doing that to me! I don’t feel like you’re cheating me out of anything at all! I want you and only you! Please, stop ruining this moment for me.”
“We need to have this discussion right now. I believe we should take things slow, and see what happens. We are working solely on lust, and not love right now. I feel that our bond is a huge part of this. We need to take our time, to get to know each other more, and not rush into things that we both may regret, later on.”
“Do you honestly believe it’s the bond causing this?”
“I am pretty sure this is what it is. We barely know each other. We will start this relationship slow, and if it blossoms—it blossoms. We have to move slowly. I will admit that you are an excellent kisser, and I have never had anyone kiss me like that since—”
I finish his thought for him, “I’m going to guess, and say since your actual wife.”
“How did you know, I was married at one time?” His eyes widen.
“A huge birdie told me that you were married, and you also had children,” I inform him.
I thought he would be angry, but instead he pulls me back on the pillows with him, and he holds my hand. “Please, do not be angry with me, but at one time, in my mortal years, I was married to my childhood sweetheart. We had eight children together. Under normal circumstances, she would have married an older man, but since I was royalty and so was she, the rules did not apply to us. I fell in love with her, from the moment my eyes were set on her. We grew up in a little village in Greece that no longer exists. The name of our city was, Abila. This was over two thousand years ago.”
I knew he’s up there in age, but I had no clue. He toys with my bottom lip with his. “Everyone always asks my brother and me this, but we never met Jesus. I love it, when girls want to insult us that way.”
“That question never popped up in my mind,” I respond, and my face drops as I quickly change the subject, “how will we handle the sun?”
He moves out of bed, and he returns with a bottle of pills in his hand. “You will need, to take these. This is better, and more reliable than those smelly lotions you were using. This will not cause any foul scents for you. We will have, to remain underground. Ian and Zane are entering a partnership together, so they will have many things going on. This is our place hidden underground. We are still able, to maintain business without the sun bothering us. We obviously will never be able, to walk in the sun—unlike you.”
I shake the bottle of pills. “How long will these last?”
“Those pills will last all day. You have to remember, to take a pill at least once a day.”
I kiss his cheek. “Why not give this to me as an injection?”
“We are developing that, but I do not trust injections right now. Something strange happens, when we try injections. But, the pills do work. Now, please take one.”
I open the bottle of pills and quickly ingest one.
He kisses my lips tenderly. “I have to warn you in advance that Ian runs his business where we are going. You have to promise me that you will not be upset.”
Ian leads the porn industry for all supernatural creatures. I maintain a look of bewilderment. “How much of his business is down there?”
He flips his hair back and runs his hand through it. “I would say nearly all of it.”
Before they drift off to sleep, I cover all of them, and pull the shades down. They warned me that they would be asleep, if the sun is out. The only way the sun won’t hurt them, is if they make it to the underground cavern.
Luckily, nobody enters the plane while the men sleep. All of them safely hide in the backroom. The time ticks by slowly until it reads six o'clock in the evening. Their bottles of blood are warming up in the microwave.
One by one, I make sure that they are drinking bottles of blood. The youngest vampires always wake up, before the older vampires. Ian is the youngest and Alexander is the oldest.
Ian wakes up first, and he drinks his bottle of blood. “Did anyone attempt to enter the plane?”
My head shakes no, and Ian points at the others. “Help me, wake the others. We need to move underground, so that this never happens again, chick.”
Ian and I work diligently on waking them up.
With a quick kiss to his lips, he wakes up. “I want you to do that more often.”
The Enforcers work together and move the luggage to the new Hummers. We have to take two separate Hummers. Charlie will drive the one that we are in, and Alexander will drive the other. We cruise through Greece, and this place is incredibly beautiful. Not even pictures serve it proper justice. We drove for another hour until we make it inside a hidden tunnel. They close the hidden tunnel off to the public. Charlie presses a button above his head and that’s when the underground trip begins. In the underground tunnels, the air pressure changes drastically. They drove for a few hours and park in an empty spot.
He leans over and smiles. “We are here, Princess.”
Alexander swipes his thumb, and the place springs to life. We walk through a couple of ramps with burgundy carpeting.
A few bellhops wait with carts. Alexander speaks to them in a different tongue, and the bellhops nod with understanding. We wait for Alexander, to open a few more doors to the right side. Christian escorts me inside, and it is similar to the castle, but built underground.
Ian takes off his shades, revealing that he has icy-blues. His eyes shock me, because I thought his eyes are brown—or green. Ian smiles for a change. “I love this fucking place! The people will be arriving on the left side soon. I hope you enjoy your stay, Princess.”
I follow Christian to the back bedroom. This bedroom is completely encased in gold with a huge bed sitting in the center of it. There are dressers lined up against the wall in gold with ivory.
He interrupts my thoughts, “You will stay in my bedroom with me. We have business meetings to attend, and I need your help with Hunter Construction. We are recreating our city that we grew up in as kids.”
Christian shows me the blueprints. This is a huge deal to both Alexander and Christian. Charlie also sits on the board. It is humorous that on one side, holds clean business meetings, and the other has porn industry for supernatural creatures.
“You must promise me that whatever you hear, you never cross over to this side. You may hear adult things, and you must promise to keep an open mind—okay?” Ian pops his head in to warn me. I nod yes and Ian disappears, to the other side.
~~~***~~~
My clothes are neatly stacked in the dresser—or hanging up. Christian already puts his away and his clothes are perfectly in a straight line. He sorts his by colors along with his shoes that are underneath his suits. In a distance, there are sounds of a few women talking and laughing in the living room. Leo's voice carries through the hallway. Out of a nosy habit, I peek in. Sam and the other guests arrived. There are beautiful women sitting on their laps giggling.
Christian pulls me back. “I want you to know that these women are Sam and Leo's longtime girlfriends. They came, because they are on vacation.”
A few minutes later, he comes clean, “I will warn you that we believe Reno is here in Greece.”
The anger hits and it causes me to plop down on the bed.
“You need to promise me that you will stay with one of us at all times. I know you will not be able to stay with me all the time, but please remain on your guard,” he warns.
The thought of retribution pops in my head, but I make a promise to him, “While we are here, I promise not to do anything stupid. I also promise to keep one of you with me at all times.”
“That is exactly, what I want to hear.”
I gently kiss his lips. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
He points to the living room. “Would you like to meet their girlfriends?”
“I would love, to meet them,” I enthusiastically answer as I smile at him.
~~~***~~~
We rejoin the others holding hands together. Two of the women notice me and they kneel. I stare at Christian with confusion.
“They are paying their respects to you as our princess. You need to issue the order,” he reminds me.
For the first time, I nervously order, “You may rise, and this is completely unnecessary. I’m not wearing my tiara,” I bashfully respond.
The girls stand up and shift uncomfortably around me until Christian kisses my lips in front of them. They realize that I’m no different from them. My lips won’t peel away from his. Christian stops kissing me, and he gently strokes my cheek. “You need to promise me that you will never do anything rash.”
Leo left the living room with his girlfriend, giggling right behind him. I search for our bathroom to freshen up. After I look inside this bathroom, I have to see the rest of the underground palace. I walk from room to room and familiarize myself with the place. There are twelve rooms, a few business rooms, laundry room, kitchen, bathrooms, and an entertainment room. There is something hard banging against the wall. Reality hits and I make a weird face. Christian entertains the guests in the living room. Leo and his girlfriend are the guilty party members, banging against the wall and moaning loudly. The moans are ongoing, with my appetite quickly disappearing.
Once I look through all the rooms, except the room Leo and his girlfriend are in now, I return to the living room. Sam kisses his girlfriend in front of me, and he’s also loosening up around me.
Another woman enters the underground palace with Charlie. And, she isn’t his daughter. From her age, she could easily pass for another daughter. The woman is tall with angular facial features and flawless deep bronze skin. She has perfect emerald eyes. They exchange a few words with Christian, and she’s dragging a large suitcase behind her.
“This is my girlfriend, Angelica. We have a lot of catching up to do, so I’m sorry if our time is so abrupt.” Charlie answers my thoughts, and he disappears with his girlfriend, to another vacant room.
“There are a lot of girlfriends coming to visit the guys. Apparently, everyone wants, to take a vacation this week,” Christian explains.
“I never met their girlfriends before, I’m actually happy, to know that the guys date,” I confirm, smiling at him.
Christian pulls me to his lap. “Wait until you meet Barbie and she is a real bitch. You will know which one she is too. I hope you always remain this calm. These girls have been in their existences for at least a year or so.”
~~~***~~~
Christian takes out our laptops. We quickly talk about what needs to happen. There are loud moans in the distance. I knew they have relationships, but do they need to be so damn noisy! It is hard, to work through all the intense grunts. The loud squeaking in the distance causes me to giggle.
“Do you want to leave for a while?” Christian asks and he’s annoyed.
My mouth drops, after I hear the squeaker reach an earsplitting high pitch. He punches a few numbers, to free us from the perversity, and we left Hotel Bordello.
I manage to hold it in until we make it to the parking lot. Now, I giggle nervously.
Christian glances over in my direction. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine, but I never expected to hear THAT!”
My knight wraps his muscular arms around me. “I am sorry that you heard all that, and I think we need to leave for a while.”
We hug each other tightly and he opens the passenger's side of his cherry Lamborghini for me. Christian makes sure I buckle myself in safely. He takes over the driver's side and he sped off in a second. He drove us through town, to show me everything I have been dying to see. He takes me back in time, to a place that holds my constant curiosity.
To my surprise, I name off a few places. My knowledge raises curiosity in his tone. “How do you know so much?”
“I love learning about different places.”
We walk around together holding hands. I point out a few more things and he confirms things to me.
He stares at me strangely. “I know that, but this place is not in the history books. There is no way you should know this place.”
I scratch my head. “I am pretty sure that I have read about this somewhere. I read so much that maybe I just know things.”
“You picked the actual spot where the statue of Athena, use to stand. There is no way you should know that. There is no way, to hear about it either,” he says as he walks around me.
I squat down and scratch my head. “I’m pretty sure that I know, I have either read about it, or heard about it somewhere.”
“I take you at your word. I want you to know that Christian is not my actual name either. I adjusted to the English through the years. Only Erik, Charlie, and Alexander kept their names.”
Christian takes me, to another location.
“That is where the palace used to stand,” I point out.
We walk through Abila and he nods with approval. “You are correct, and now I know you have never heard of this place. Is my brother speaking in your ear—or something?” he teases, and he flips my hair to the side.
You can feel intense energy with
the history in the air. We walk over to a part of an old palace. He kneels down, to remember something specific.
I kneel right beside him and touch his face. His eyes close and a few drops of blood left the corners of his eyes. This place meant so much to him. My questions are put on hold, for a later date. The only thing I want to do is hold him, while he sheds a few tears. He’s still grieving his dead wife. After all this time, he’s still in love with her. This doesn’t upset me, or even make me jealous. His tears last a few more minutes, and he clutches me tightly. It is rude to tell someone, to move on with their grief, even if it has been thousands of years. There’s no time limit on grief. That’s highly insensitive and mean to expect people, to get over their grief. It is extremely hard; to deal with the deaths of loved ones.
We tour his old city and he tells me his childhood memories. “This is where my brother and I killed our first deer, and that is why we changed our last names to Hunters. We are both excellent hunters.”
He climbs the trees, and he seems happy to return home. Christian makes me laugh with his childhood stories. We left his hometown and head into the city.
An odd woman scares the shit out of me. She walks over and talks to me in a foreign language. She smiles, laughs, and then she kisses my cheeks.
“We sort of hit a Fertility Festival. She wants to congratulate you for becoming my wife. She blesses us with many children,” he translates what she’s saying to me.
The woman places her hand over my stomach and laughs. I stare at him with a worried look. He shakes his head at me. “She says that you will become pregnant with a girl.”
My eyes fill with dread, and he laughs. “There are always women like her around. They want to be right, but they are usually wrong.”