The Vampire Touch 2: Into the Uknown

by Sarah J. Stone

  “Thomas,” she managed, at last. “He said something to me in the hospital, and then the wolf said the same thing. I think Thomas is helping your father.”

  “Do you?” Cole waited for more evidence.

  “I've been thinking of how weird it seems,” she said, “that your father was just ripped from the Other and suddenly doing all these things. You saw how Peter was when he was returned, and I've seen many other cases. It takes a while to wrap your head around things, let alone make coherent actions. Somebody is helping him, or several someone’s. And I'm sure Thomas is involved.”

  “Right,” Cole said. “And Thomas Donizetti is still living in the family home?”

  “He is,” Yvette replied. “I saw him in the hospital. He broke up with me.”

  “Oh, darling, I'm sorry,” he replied.

  “Obviously, it might be for the best,” she managed to shrug.

  “The Donizettis could be all in this together,” Cole rose, already thinking. “Every single one of them had left the kingdom because they were angry.”

  “No,” she cried out. “No, Armand would never. The rest of them would never. They are good people. They brought Thomas into the family because they wanted to help him, to heal him. He was always the difficult one, the problem one. But they didn't judge him. They loved him. I loved him.”

  “Yvette,” Cole met her eye. “Do you swear to me that you knew nothing about this before you were brought here?”

  “What?” her jaw dropped. “Yes, of course, I knew nothing about this. I never…I wouldn't….”

  “Alright,” Cole said, as the guards approached. He looked startled for a moment, and then he remembered. “Right, last heir and all. Hello, boys.”

  “What's happened?” Peter came out, not caring about the fact that there were hundreds in line waiting for him in the giant throne room. Cole filled him in, and his eyes widened.

  “Yvette, are you sure?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “I hate to say it, because I loved him. I still love him. But if he's responsible for so much death…oh, my God, he could have killed me, too.”

  “Find Thomas Donizetti,” Peter addressed the guards “And bring him here. He will answer for his crimes.”

  “What will happen to him?” Yvette was afraid to ask.

  “The penalty for crimes like that is death,” Peter said, and she closed her eyes.

  When he had come for her, she never thought her world would be so tangled up in this.

  Chapter 11

  Yvette was lying in bed when she heard a knock on her door. She wasn't asleep; she hadn't been asleep since they said they had started searching for Thomas. It had been two days, and she felt like she was living on nervous energy, pacing and biting her nails.

  For a whole year, she had been by Thomas' side–kissed him, loved him, given herself to him body and soul. She knew that his situation was complicated, and she knew that once she brought him up to date and cleared his mind, he may leave her. It was ironic and heartbreaking. Somewhere, there was a soul mate for Thomas, someone he had spent most of his life with. He didn't talk about it much; nor did he look for her, but Yvette knew she was there.

  She knew that when she started this relationship with Thomas, he was just killing time. She thought that she would be alright with that. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, her heart changed. And she thought that his mind was changing as well.

  How long had he been orchestrating this plot? How long had he betrayed her? Had he known she would be in that shop with Peter? Did he care?

  Was she ever really his at all?

  “Come in,” she called through the door, trying to make her voice sound steady. She was already changed for the night, but whomever was knocking on the door probably needed her urgently.

  It was Peter, which surprised her. He was usually far too busy to come see her personally. If he wanted her, he sent a message and she came to him. The last time she had seen him, he was in the throne room, looking regal and formal.

  Now, he was dressed down. The crown was off his head, and his eyes were lidded. He was tired, that much was clear, as he leaned on the door frame.

  “Well, don't just stand there,” she said, wiping tears away. She hated that she was crying; she hated being weak. “You can come in.”

  “Why are you crying?” he asked, concerned. “Are you in pain?”

  “No,” she managed. “I actually feel good today. Your magic, your technology here, makes me feel better than I ever did on Earth.”

  “Ah,” he replied, sitting at the edge of the bed. “So, it is internal.”

  She smiled at his choice of words. “You could say that, yes.”

  “I am sorry,” he said, “to inform you that they have found Thomas.”

  She took a short gasp, trying not to cry all over again.

  “What will happen now?”

  “They will be bringing him here to answer to me. I know you may think us harsh, but he will have a fair trial.”

  “And your father?” she asked.

  “They can't find him, but that it is, perhaps, no surprise,” Peter said. “He's well hidden, likely planning his next attack on my rule.”

  “I don't think it's an attack on your rule, Peter,” she said, quietly. “I think it's a reinstatement of his. He wants the old ways back. He thinks he's still king.”

  “He is king,” Peter said, softly. “I am being a usurper at the moment.”

  “No one wants him as king. They are terrified of him!”

  “Didn't you learn in all that history that you taught me that terror doesn't matter in a monarchy?” he managed to give her a small smile. “It's not about how terrified the people are. It's about where you were born in the line of succession.”

  “Tyrant kings were overthrown all the time,” she said.

  “Maybe,” his voice was soft. “By stronger men.”

  She reached out to take his hand, squeezing it gently.

  “You look exhausted,” she said. “Do you want to lie down with me?”

  He paused and then accepted her invitation. Both of their heads hit the soft pillows, and he closed his eyes.

  “Ah,” he said. “I have been dreaming of returning to the pillow all day.”

  “Aren't you king? Can't you install a pillow on your throne?”

  “I could,” he rolled over to face her. “But what if they decide to paint my portrait at that exact moment? Not the way I want to be remembered.”

  “I'm quite sure you won't be remembered that way,” she replied, a smile on her face. He grasped her hand, looking into her eyes.

  “Yvette, I would not still be here without you,” he said, softly.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, although she knew exactly what he meant.

  “Without you, I would no doubt vanish into the Other again,” he replied. “I have done it once, and I believe I have the strength in me to do it again. It would be simple and easy. When I returned, I had no interest in staying until the moment I met you.”

  “I haven't done anything, Peter,” she said softly. But he was already leaning in, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

  She felt her whole body tingle and her mind go blank. His kiss was like magic; relieving her of any stress. She drew closer to him, losing herself to his touch.

  When he pulled away, both of them were panting. He stroked her hair, and she rolled onto his shoulder, nestling in the crevice that seemed made to fit her.

  “Wow,” she said, and he laughed.

  “Yes, wow indeed,” he replied. “I could abandon my duties and do that all day.”

  “You could, but there seems to be a rather large problem for you to solve first.”

  “Ah,” he said. “And I'm afraid it will always be like that.”

  “I don't mind,” she answered. “It is who you are.”

  She was speaking to his very soul, and he felt his heart tremble. This girl who had known nothing but a simple life se
emed to understand all the complex problems he was facing and all the difficulty he had weighing on his shoulders.

  “I don't want you to go,” he said, interrupting their silence.

  “Where am I going?” she asked.

  “Back to Earth. Anywhere. I want you to stay with me.”

  “Forever?” she asked, raising her body to look at him.

  “Sorry,” he shook his head, “if that was shocking. I've had a bit much.”

  Suddenly, it clicked in her brain.

  “Are you drunk?” she asked, grinning. “You sappy sod, coming in here and cuddling with me because you've had some wine.”

  He grinned, the seriousness of the moment gone.

  “Maybe. Am I not entitled?”

  “Of course you are entitled,” she teased him. “You're the king. In high school, all the boys wanted to cuddle after a few drinks too.”

  “I assure you, I can hold my liquor,” he said as she grabbed his hands. They were half wrestling, half cuddling, and she had no objections. His lean hips swiveled, and she straddled him, pushing her hands down onto his chest. “It's just been awhile since I indulged.”

  “Ha,” she leaned into his face. “I'm going to tell your brothers you are a lightweight.”

  “Don't. I'll never hear the end of it.”

  “How are you going to stop me?” she said, and that was when he kissed her again.

  This kiss was different from the first one. Strong and passionate, there was no mistaking the meaning of this one. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, and she knew what was coming.

  She could feel that he wanted her–feel that he had every intention of taking her.

  And she had no intention of stopping him.

  “Yvette,” he said, when he pulled back. “Is this what you want?”

  “I think it's what I've wanted since I first saw you,” she replied.

  She wanted to lose herself in the moment–the feeling, the passion. After so many weeks of uncertainly, of fear, she just wanted to feel good.

  He had clearly been with multiple women before, as a King would have. He knew all the right places to touch, to caress, and to nip at. She wasn't as experienced as him, but she soon found herself crying out in pleasure, and begging him for more.

  She didn't think of anything else but his flesh–his touch, his kisses.

  When they finally fell back to bed, both of them were lost for breath. Her naked body was cold against his flesh that was always warm. She curled up against him, a smile stuck on her face.

  “Wow,” she said. “That was amazing.”

  “You doubt my ability?” he asked.

  “No,” she replied. “Never. I just never had anything like that.”

  “And you have been with a dragon before?”

  “Yes, with Thomas,” she said. Both of them remembered the tediousness of the situation then, and the heaviness of the day returned.

  “Would you like to see him?” Peter asked. “When he is brought here?”

  She had to think about it for a long moment. Once upon a time, the answer would have been yes, unconditionally.

  But now, the answer made her pause.

  “I think so,” she said, at last. “Although, I don't know what I'll be able to say or do. You have to understand, Peter, I did love him. As misguided as that love was.”

  “I know,” Peter replied. “And, I will have that in mind during his trial. But we cannot make exceptions when it comes to crimes of such a serious nature. Aiding my father in the destruction of innocents is something we take seriously.”

  “And if your father chooses to show up? To save him, I mean?” Yvette asked. “What will you do then?”

  “I don't know,” Peter replied. “But if it comes to ridding this planet of him, I will do that.”

  It was the first time she had heard him say such a thing and the first time he had been so confident in his rule.

  “So, you do want to be king,” she asked.

  “Yes,” he replied. “This is my rightful duty, and I have no reason to skirt it. Although I find it much easier to bear when you are by my side.”

  “Is this the wine talking again?” she asked him, and he smiled.

  “No, it is long gone. This is my heart.”

  He gave her a kiss on the head, not expecting an answer from her. Yvette's thoughts were swirling, and she couldn't form words.

  She wasn't sure how long they would lay there before the final feeling of pure happiness left them. She knew that soon, they would have to get up and face the world. There would come a knock at the door, a call, and they would have to leave their sanctuary.

  But for now, she entwined her fingers with his, comforted by his chest rising and falling. He was so strong, so different from anyone that she had ever met. She wasn't sure she wanted to leave either. But she knew, to make a decision at the magnitude of which he was hinting at, she had to be sure. Ariel and Enya had made such a choice, and it changed their whole lives. Yvette had to know that she was ready for a new life, ready to leave all of Earth behind.

  The knock came at the door within the hour. How they knew that Peter was there baffled her, but she supposed a king's whereabouts were always known.

  “My Lord,” came the cry. “Thomas Donizetti has been brought to the throne room.”

  “Well,” said Peter, sitting up. “Shall we?”

  “Yes,” she replied, the tremble back in her voice. She knew that she had to do this, though, for it would aid her decision. When it came down to the two of them, who would she choose? Would it be Thomas' dangerous ways, or Peter's broken heart? The choice was not easy.

  Chapter 12

  “Open up!” Peter commanded, as they walked towards the jail. Yvette was nervous, her heart in her chest. She had never seen the inside of their jail, but it obviously was not a bright and cheerful place. She also knew that their jail had been built to block magic so that the prisoners were trapped in their weakest form, which was human.

  “Prisoner came in armed and dangerous, My Lord,” one of the guards said, and Peter glared at him.

  “Do you not think I can handle myself?” he asked.

  The guard stuttered. “No, My Lord, of course, yes, My Lord. Of course, you can protect yourself.”

  “Excellent,” Peter replied. “Where is Cole?”

  “Safe, My Lord,” the guard answered. “And, he will continue to remain so.”

  “Excellent,” Peter replied as the gates opened. He moved to go in with Yvette, but she put her hand across his arm.

  “Do you think I could see him alone?”

  “That's not safe,” Peter said, and she gave him a look.

  “I thought your prisons were the strongest in the universe,” she said. “Able to hold anyone and pose no threat. You can stay right here and the guards are right here. What harm can I meet?”

  Peter looked at her for a long moment, and then took a deep breath. “Of course,” he said, at last. “But if there is any danger, any trouble whatsoever, please let me know. Scream, cry out, I will hear you.”

  “I will,” Yvette said. “And Thomas won't hurt me.”

  She didn't really believe that, herself, though. As she approached, she wasn't sure what she was going to find.

  He was pacing, growling, as if he were a caged animal. In a lot of ways, he was a caged animal. His eyes were back to brown, the magic blocked from them. His face was torn up, although he didn't seem to be in any pain. Thomas was used to being beaten and mistreated. Her heart always broke at that thought. She had thought he was strong, but it was different. He didn't know love or kindness until he came to the Donizettis. They had taught him the way a person should be treated, and Yvette had shown him a love that didn't involve leading an army to their death.

  “Hi,” she said softly, staring right at him. He turned, facing her full on. She could see the extent of the damage to his face and winced.

  “Get me out of here,” he said, snarling at her. “How can you stand
there and watch them lock me up like this?”

  “Thomas,” she said, softly. “Did you know I was in the mall?”

  “What kind of question is that? This cage will kill me if I'm in here long enough. Yvette, get me out, unless you want to watch me die.”

  “Did you know I was there?” she repeated. Still, he refused to answer.

  “You know what happens when they keep someone like me blocked of magic for too long. Didn't you see what happened to Alexander? He looks a shell of his former self, and yet he won't give up that carapace wench.”

  “You will not speak unkindly of my brother-or-sister-in-law,” she snapped at him. That stopped him cold. And then he laughed.

  “You married him?” he asked. “Of course, you did. You were taken by all the glamour and glitz, all the majesty. What was wrong with me, Yvette? Was I not enough for you? Was a step up from your trailer park life not good enough? You had to go the whole nine yards with a dragon you've known half a second?”

  “Thomas, I was never yours,” she said, softly.

  He stopped at that, staring her in the eye. His silence spoke volumes.

  “And you know I was never yours,” she said. “What we had was special. What we had killed time. I don't know. I did enjoy it and I did…I do love you.”

  “But you love Peter more,” he answered. “It makes so much sense. He is a king, did he make you queen?”

  “We aren't married yet,” she replied. “But we will be. He asked me.”

  “Where's your ring?”

  “He didn't…,” Yvette realized how things were happening. “I just know.”

  She couldn't give Peter an answer five minutes ago, lying on the bed. She didn't know where her heart lay or what her next move was going to be then. But now, she felt like the path ahead was so obvious and so clear.

  “Really?” Thomas asked, crossing his arms. “What else do you think you know?”

  “That you knew I was in that mall,” she said. “And you sent the old king anyway, to kill Peter, and maybe me as a bystander. Or a target.”

  “Yes,” he finally admitted. “Yes, I knew you were in that mall. But I knew I could save you if something happened.”

  “Something did happen, Thomas!” she cried. “And you were nowhere to be found.”