by Dawn Gray
I stood up, anxious to see what they might have left this time, but as I walked around the corner I saw that what they had left behind wasn't a what, but who, in fact, several who's. I stood in the doorway, bare foot, with long men's pants, rolled up at the ankles so that I wouldn't trip on them and sleeves that seemed to be a foot too long for my arms, and I watched at the three men seemed to just stand there looking around.
I spotted Isaac's black eye and swollen lip, and Jason's black and blue chin, and cut above his right eye and knew that they must have had it out because of what Isaac had said to Jacob. But they all stood there silent now, just looking and standing, until Isaac spotted me. He started towards me slowly, then picked up speed and wrapped his arms around me when he finally got close enough. He picked me up and then held me tightly as he whispered into my ear.
"Did they hurt you?" He asked, his hand against the back of my head, pressing me closer. I shook my head and closed my eyes as he held me. "I said what I said earlier to get you away from him."
"I know." I replied and stepped back. Quinn walked over, as I glanced at him, and he hugged me firmly, then kissed my cheek. "Why are we all in the same place now? What does he have planned?"
"It's kind of complicated." Isaac said and I nodded.
There was one more person that I needed to see. I stepped away from them and walked over towards Jason, who stood there watching me. I looked back to see what he was looking at but saw nothing but the floor. I smiled at him and reached out to touch his face, when I shrank back, suddenly remembering what I had done to him the last time I touched him. I started to back away, when he reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him.
"Angel." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "It okay. I'm fine." He replied and looked into my eyes. I couldn't help but see the blank look on his face as he had laid there on the cold floor that night and I tried to move away again. "No, wait." He said, holding me closer. "Listen to me, what you did wasn't your fault."
"Of course, it was." I replied and put my hands on his chest. "They were my teeth."
"Just relax." He said and smiled, thinking that this was all some sort of joke. I pushed at him and he pulled me closer again, this time close enough to kiss me. I felt his lips on mine and I stopped struggling. If he wasn't going to be afraid of me than I wasn't going to hold back either. Our lips parted, but I could still feel them quite close as I kept my eyes closed. "You scared me that night, leaving like that. What possessed you to run away?"
"I thought that you were going to be afraid of me. I couldn't take it if you were." I replied and felt his lips gently touch mine again. His hands rubbed the back of my head, messing up my wet hair. He pulled away, further this time and I turned and looked at Isaac and Quinn, who were both looking in different directions. "What's going on?" I asked stepping down into the room, pulling Jason along with me, as I sat on the couch and looked at them. "Tell me why we’re all here?"
"To make a choice." Quinn said and shook his head, like it was hard for him to talk about it.
"About?" I pushed on.
"About you." He replied. Quinn sighed and looked at Isaac. "Could you?"
"Yeah." Isaac said and looked at me with his blue eyes. "Look, Angel, the reason we're all here is because we have to make a choice about who embraces you."
"What?"
"Who turns you into a vampire?" Isaac replied.
"I know what embraces mean, idiot. I watch television. What I don't understand is why?"
"Jacob can't complete his plan unless you’re a vampire." Jason said softly. I got up and shook my head. "So we thought we'd give you a choice on who you would want to do this with."
"Oh, horseshit." I said and looked at him. "I can't do that with anyone, I'd probably kill you, one of you."
"Whoever you choose will be linked with you for the rest of your immortal life." Isaac replied.
"I don't want to think about this." I replied and walked up to him. "Why didn't you just take me like you told Jacob you were going too? It would have saved me a lot of thinking."
"I couldn't force myself at you, Angel and you know it." Isaac replied, staring me right in the eyes.
"Then, I've made my decision." I explained and looked him directly in the eyes. "I would rather die, a helpless sniveling mortal than give Jacob what he wants or the opportunity to get it."
"They'll kill you, Angel." Isaac said and stood up, looking down at me. "They'll feed you to the wolves and you'll be in a hell worse than death."
"Not if I die first." I said and walked out of the room, into the bedroom. I sat on the bed for what seemed like forever before Jason walked in, dressed in his usual attire and sat beside me on the bed, handing me a drink, similar to the one in his other hand. "I don't drink."
"It's water believe it or not. You still have four months to go, remember." He smiled at me. I looked up in to his brown eyes and then I looked away. "Angel, why don't you just decide on this?" He asked me as I drank the water that he had given me. "Why not think of it this way? You'll never know what kind of powers you'll get."
"Yeah, it's just like one big cracker jack box." I said and lay back on the bed. "Always a prize but you'll never know what you get until you look inside."
"Are you tired?" He asked me. I nodded and closed my eyes. "Would you like me to go?"
I shook my head and moved over to stretch out on the bed.
"Would you like me to stay?" I nodded and took his hand. He slipped out of his black jeans and slipped under the covers with me. I felt him wrap his arms around me and I took his hands. "Go to sleep, I'm not going anywhere."
The lights went off and the door closed, softly, and then I heard Jason rustle next to me under the covers.
"Who did that?" I asked.
"Either Quinn or Isaac. I told them that I was going to stay with you in here, so, I assume they thought we were sleeping." Jason replied and kissed my cheek. "Close your eyes and get some rest."
I did as he said and found myself in a dark void for most of the night, but just before I woke up, I had a vision of a young man with light brown hair. He stepped up to me, as we stood face to face on a blackened plane somewhere in my subconscious. He was the same young man who had visited me before, in Jason's room, after I had come out of my visions and saw what I had done to Jason.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
"Just you." He replied. "Listen, Angel, what they're proposing is for the best, for the good of your kind."
"Oh, blow me." I said and turned my back to him. "For the good of my kind. They haven't done anything good for me in the twenty years that I've been on this planet, why should I do something for them?"
"You don't seem to realize the extent of your powers."
"Look, I'm not Ashley Wolf, okay. I'm not the queen of the vampires or the princess; I'm not even part of the court, so you can take your prophecy and shove it up your butt." I replied and stepped back.
"No, you’re not the Queen, but you're something of great importance." He replied. "Victor started this chain of events and you might have to be the one to end it, by beating Jacob, the prophecy that Julian made to her will become a reality. Her son can't do it on his own, you know. He may be the prince and he may help bring peace to our kind, but you are the one that has to start it, by getting rid of our most dangerous adversary. Jacob La Rouge isn't the last of his kind, of the hunters, but he is certainly the most powerful. He has, after all, killed off almost all of his own family, except for you, and that is for a reason."
"Yeah, so he can gain a perfect body for the rest of his funny little life." I said and crossed my arms. "Who are you anyway? Why do you look so familiar?"
"Remember what I told you, that the energy is too much and it will kill you if you don't learn to control it?" He asked, I nodded. I remembered this quite well. "Listen, the best way to control something that you hold within you is to give into it. Your heritage, your bloodline, is a powerful one. Your vampire side will help you t
o control this power, but only if you are one. You can't control your nature while you’re looking down your nose at it."
"So, who should I pick?" I asked him. He shook his head. "This is ridiculous. I'm afraid to do this, and I don't know why."
"Your decision is yours, but the answer may be closer than you think." He said and walked off into the darkness. I watched him go and then I turned to leave myself, but ended up opening my eyes instead of walking away.
I focused on Jason's face, which was lying right next to me, sleeping peacefully. I reached out with my hand and let my fingers glide gently down his cheek. His eyes fluttered and then opened slowly to look at me. He sat up a bit and looked down at me.
"What's the matter?" He asked me softly.
I reached over, grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and began to pull it off. He helped me when he realized what I was doing and then licked his lips as he leaned down to kiss me. His touch was like flame and his skin felt like fire. As his body came closer to mine, I grabbed the pants that I was wearing and pulled them off as he moved his body over so that he lay between my legs.
"What do you want, Angel? I don't want this to start of your not ready."
"I want you." I whispered to him as his lips caressed my neck and shoulders, his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, then when he finally was fed up with them, he ripped the shirt open the rest of the way, buttons snapped and flew across the room. He kissed me on the lips and looked down at my eyes as his forehead touched mine. "I want to love you, and hold you, and I want you to touch me. I want...to make love with you."
He kissed my lips gently, over and over, then slowly moved to my neck, where he ran little, ticklish kisses over my skin. He glanced up at me as he rounded my neck and began to drift lower towards my breast. I felt him kiss each one like they were the only thing he wanted, covered each one in kisses and made his way from the edge to the middle, where he seemed to latch one to the nipple, then nibble and suck on it gently which brought me slowly into another world.
When Jason seemed to think his job was done there, his kisses moved even lower, down around my stomach and hips to a place where no one had gone before. He knew every little spot that would make me squirm, or jump, or even cry out in surprise, and then his tongue slipped in me and this made me giggle like a schoolgirl. He even moved down to my toes and tickled them for a while.
He moved back up and kissed me quickly as he struggled to pull of the boxers that he had on. When he finally got them off, he smiled and threw them on the floor. I smiled at him as he slowly moved to lie between my legs and he laughed when I jumped suddenly when his sex touched mine.
Jason stroked my hair as he kissed my cheeks, then reached down with his left and slowly penetrated me with his finger. I gasped, softly, and he quickly withdrew. I smiled at him as I reached down and moved his hand back towards the heat between my legs. He kissed me softly on the lips, over and over as he slowly invaded again.
We kissed for a while, as he played with an emotion that I had never experienced before, but then stopped, when he moved his hand then looked me in the eyes.
"Are you sure about his, Angel?" He asked me.
I nodded and kissed him gently on the lips, bringing the fire slowly up to where it would burn nice and hot. As we kissed, Jason slipped in slowly, making sure to take his time and when he was totally there, he and I began a slow rhythm that seemed quite natural to the both of us.
I listened to his small noises as he moved within me, and couldn't help but make a reply of my own. It was intense, nothing I had experienced before could add up to what he made me feel, but I felt him kissing my neck, running his teeth along my skin and I knew what he wanted. I knew that with the sexual desire, came the unyielding bloodlust between people like us. Even when I feed off others, the sexual tension was there, I had just never given into it, but I wanted to right then, to feel the connection that a blood exchange would make, especially now, in the midst of this overwhelming experience.
I grabbed his hair, the back of his head and I pushed him closer to my neck. I felt him become so hard that it seemed to hurt him at the thought of what I wanted him to do. He opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against my skin, never stopping this erotic little dance that we had begun, never changing it, never slowing down or speeding up, because, it seemed we both agreed, that this was a perfect beat for both of us. I felt the tips of his teeth break through the skin on my neck and I gripped him tighter. His noises, though muffled by my neck, seemed to get louder and more aroused as he drank from me.
He withdrew quickly from my neck, as if he wasn't able to hang on much more. He turned over, taking me with him, so that I was sitting on top of him, never breaking the rhythm that we had began. I closed my eyes; this position seemed to bring on a completely different feeling, I was in control now. I smiled at him as he squeezed his eyes tight; blood ran down between my breasts and dripped on his chest. I could feel the tips of my own canine teeth on the end of my tongue and I could smell the blood on me. Jason opened his eyes and smiled up at me, as his hands grabbed my hips as helped me as I thought about what I wanted to do.
I leaned down closer to him and moved his head to the side; he closed his eyes and surrendered to me, but never let me go completely. I felt his neck, the beat of his heart was at the tip of my teeth and I bit down into his veins. I knew how to do this, I had done it many times before when the bloodlust was too much for me and I couldn't control it, but with Jason, I did it a little gentler. When I tasted his blood, my head began to whirl and the sexual feelings that the both of us were having seemed to get stronger. I felt the visions starting to come one, I was ready for them this time; I had been expecting them, and I held them off with thoughts of the ecstasy that I was in.
I sucked hard on his blood, and felt him begin to shutter under me. I knew he couldn't take much more. Jason seemed to have reached his breaking point. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down close to his chest with one arm and holding me to his neck with the other, as his moans and cries seemed to get a little loud. I covered his mouth with one of my hands, whichever one could reach him and he bit my finger as he finally reached the edge. He exploded within me, as he shuddered and shook, and finally came to a rest beneath me. I pulled away from his neck and smiled at him as I wiped the small amount of blood from my mouth.
He seemed so worn; his eyes looked at me quite droopy, but he smiled widely and sighed. I kissed him as he pulled me back to him and held me closely. Suddenly, my stomach lurched and I felt sick. I got up from Jason and the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Jason called out to me, but I waved him away and turned on the shower.
I sat in the bathtub as the cold water ran over me. Jason walked in, with his jeans on, moments later and slid the curtain across. I looked pale to him, or blue, I could tell by his face that it was one of the two. He turned on the hot water and let it warm me up.
"What's the matter, Angel? What is it?" He asked me, apparently, having never seen quite that reaction to love making before.
"It's just the blood." I told him and took his hand. "I think it's starting, the transformation. I can feel it in my veins."
"Oh, God. What did I do?" Jason asked as sat down on the floor.
"You did nothing, this was my decision." I replied and took his hand. "Just stay here with me, please. I don't want to be alone."
"I'm not going anywhere, Angel." He replied as I closed my eyes and tried to make the nauseous feeling go away, but it brought on the darkness, instead.
12
When I started to come to, I could feel strong arms around me. I turned over and looked at Jason's sleeping face, then smiled as he squirmed when I touched his cheek. His eyes opened, he looked at me, and then closed his eyes again. I slid my hand down his bare chest and moved slowly over his boxer shorts. His hand seemed to fly down and catch mine, just as I stopped on the bulge in his shorts. His eyes opened and he looked at me.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked
me. I nodded, slowly, slipped my hand out from under his and moved his down between my legs. I rolled my eyes at him, as he seemed to realize what I wanted him to do. Slowly, he brought me up to where he had me the night before, before he made love to me. I pulled at him to come closer and he somehow removed his shorts again, as he came to rest between my legs once more. "What about the people in the other room?"
"They're welcome to watch if you’re really concerned about them." I whispered as I began to kiss his neck. I heard his breath quicken when I ran my fangs across the sensitive skin there. "You must really like to get bitten."
"Only when you're the biter. You make me high." He smiled and slipped in gently. He was playing with me this time; making it seem like he was in total control, changing paces, but when I slowly sank my teeth into his skin, again, he chose a pace and that's where he stayed.
His body wanted more, but he was having a hard time handling it as it was. I let the blood flow into me as I felt him trying to bite down on my shoulder. He pulled away from me and kissed my mouth, oblivious to the fact that there was blood on both of us now.
He looked into my eyes and smiled at me as he kissed my lips, then he broke away and sighed. I felt his breath near my ear and it seemed to excite me more.
"Angel." He whispered, in between the short, quick breaths he was taking and the little moans he was letting out. "I love you."
This seemed to shock me, to hear it from him at a time like this, but I pulled him closer to me and he put his head down. We made love, slowly, until we both reach our peaks and then we lay in each other’s arms for several more hours.
I slipped out from under him and looked at him as he lay on his stomach, one arm over the edge of the bed. I grabbed my clothes and slipped them on, then walked out into the living room, where Quinn was sleeping on the couch and Isaac was standing by the window. Isaac looked over at me, I felt his eyes look me over, which made me move my hair to hide the small black and blue dots from where Jason had bitten me only hours ago.