Forced

by Daniella Wright

  They fought, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Mark was using the stake that I had brought against Jared—I was furious with myself for placing a weapon at his disposal. He stabbed at the dragon with all of his might, trying to punch a hole in the scaled hide. Jared, on the other hand, swiped at Mark with his knifelike claws. Throwing the stake aside, Mark wrapped his body around Jared’s neck, squeezing, trying to suffocate him. Jared shook his head violently, causing Mark to be thrown off. He landed with a crash in a pile of rusting machinery parts.

  Jared reared his head back, looking for Mark. I sat, still dazed from being thrown. There was no way that I could free myself and help. Jared was searching frantically through the pile of machinery. I suddenly felt myself being grabbed by cold hands. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t make my voice work properly. I could feel Mark’s lips against the skin of my throat, the pulsing of my jugular as fangs pierced the tender skin of my throat. I could hear Jared, shuffling through the room, searching for the vampire in all of the wrong places.

  The room was alight in a wash of fire that blasted from the dragon’s maw. Mark was a dark shadow in the foreground. Old wood caught, and the room stayed lit as the dragon continued his search in vain.

  I struggled, trying to get the vampire off, feeling his lips tighten at my neck, feeling the strange suction as he drank my blood. The sound of my heartbeat was loud in my ears, and the fear that I was experiencing was nauseating. As I struggled, the cross around my neck grazed his hand. I heard a sizzling sound as Mark pulled away, cursing in pain. I smelled his seared flesh. Seizing my opportunity, I brought my knee up, hitting him in the balls. Mark cried out in surprise and pain. With a rush, I realized that I had lost too much blood already, and I reeled like a drunk and fell to the floor, unconscious.

  Chapter Ten

  I awoke with the taste of blood in my mouth, metallic and bitter. I felt achy, and a little tired, but I also felt brand-new, and stronger than usual. Opening my eyes, I found that I was wrapped within Jared’s arms. Looking at him, I knew that he had watched me closely while I had slept. We lay in a soft bed with a plush down comforter covering the two of us. I smiled at him, reaching up to cup his face in my hand. Two large tears rolled down his cheeks. They glittered in the morning light.

  “Where are we?” I asked, looking about me. The walls were a distressed, aged wood, and the windows were large and full of light.

  “My cabin,” he replied.

  “How long have I been asleep?”

  “We fought the vampire the night before last.”

  “So long?” Why had I slept for such a long time?

  “Samantha.” His voice was soft, almost reverent, as though my name was a prayer.

  "I'm alive," I said, happy to find myself in such a state. The last things that I could recall were darkness, teeth painfully biting into my throat, and ice-cold lips sucking the blood from my body.

  "About that…" Jared sighed. He looked away from me. “By the time that I could get to you, you were on the precipice between life and death. I needed to act quickly and do the only thing that I could in order to save you...” He trailed off.

  “What? What is it?” I reached out, cupping his face in the palm of my hand.

  “I turned you.” He looked gaunt and tired…even guilty, as though he had taken something from me.

  “So, I am…”

  “A dragon shifter,” he replied. I pondered this for a moment. I thought of all of the things that I had been told about dragon shifters—none of them were inherently bad. None of them were as bad as being a vampire. “You are…my destined mate. The moment that we kissed, our lives became entwined. But I didn’t want it to happen like this.” He held my hand in his as he went on.

  “I never wanted to turn you and rob you of your human life. I was willing to die with you, the moment that you died, after we had lived a life together,” he said. “But I could not let you die before we’d had any time at all…so I brought you back. I am so sorry. Please forgive me for my selfishness, even if you won’t stay with me.”

  I sat up, looking at him. He expected rejection, I realized. He thought that he had committed a heinous act.

  “Look at me,” I said, and he did, raising his eyes hesitantly. I saw sadness there, and guilt. “I feel stronger than I ever have. You didn’t ruin my life; you saved it.” He sat up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me. I could feel the strength of our bond.

  “I want that future with you,” I told him. I brought him to me, kissing him passionately. He rolled on top of me, supporting himself with his hands. He gingerly avoided making contact with me. “I’m fine,” I assured him, pulling him so that he dropped down, putting his weight on me.

  “I forgot that you weren’t human for a second,” he muttered into my hair. I growled as I pulled him to me; it came out as a rumbling purr, an animal vibrato against my sternum. His mouth met mine, and I ran my hands over his smooth skin. He no longer felt hot, as my internal temperature was the same as his now.

  I looked him in the eyes; they were glowing, an iridescent green, like the dragon from the night before. It was definitely going to take some getting used to, remembering that the dragon and the person were one and the same.

  I rolled, causing us to tumble within the sheets. Straddling his hips, I sat astride him. He reached up, cupping my breasts. I mounted him and began gyrating my hips sensually. It was a position of strength. I felt strong and sexy as I slowly moved myself up and down. I threw my head back, arching my spine. I could feel the heat generated by our bodies. It was just like the first time—we were on fire. It felt as though the house around us was beginning to catch—that we were setting the rest of the world ablaze, leaving nothing behind but ash.

  ~*~

  THE END

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  Stranger

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Hawk Shifter Romance

  I stood up and grabbed hold of his hand. He let my hand go.

  “It’s not safe for you if I stay,” he replied, “He may come back!”

  He took a step closer, leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. Warmth travelled down my body.

  “I have to go.”

  “Wait!” I cried, “Please don’t go!”

  He had barely been there a minute and he was now back at the balcony door.

  “Teseen!”

  He shifted into his hawk form and disappeared into the night. I stared at the door, but he didn’t return. How could he just leave again like that, I thought.”

  Layla

  I’ve always felt out of place, with family, with friends and even with guys. So from a young age I began to prefer the company of books. In my job, I’m surrounded by the things I love, but something is still missing. Even though I was used to feeling lonely, being an only child, when something surprising comes into my life and then leaves again, I feel a melancholy even my meditation can’t cure. All I have left are these strange dreams I keep having. I would never have guessed they would be linked to the tall, handsome stranger, who is not who he appears to be.

  Teseen

  I couldn’t believe I found her again after searching for so long. I cannot burden her with the knowledge I have, but I only pray she will have me once again. When my nemesis tracks me down, I have to protect her at all costs. She is my one true love, and has been for many lifetimes! I must be with her or more than just our lives are at stake!

  * * *

  Chapter One

  I used to watch the avant-garde building being constructed as my parents drove me to school every morning. When the builders finally applied the bright red paint to the building’s exterior, the extraordinary masterpiece was complete, and I knew in the future that was where I would work. That knowledge was one of the few things that got me through the school day. The incessant teasing from the other girls or tyrannical control o
f the Sisters definitely contributed to people becoming my anathema. I wished I could have been expelled from the school, but only managed to escape the suffocating dogma after I graduated.

  I have always loved bright colors and the “Enchilada Red” paint they’d used on the new building reminded me of the bright umbrellas outside my favorite Mexican restaurant along the river. It was a San Antonio classic. As a child, I remember hopping out of the car and dashing towards the restaurant when my parents took me there, much to my mother’s chagrin. I loved to lean over the railing too and watch the boats pass by. I was glad I now worked close to the river and walked down on my lunch breaks occasionally, if I hadn’t opted for an oversized cushion on one of the reading porches, another of my hideaways.

  My parents may not have approved of everything I did, but they never had a problem with my profession. I didn’t think I would ever leave the library. On that occasion, though it was beginning to get chilly, my mood led me to the reading porch, accompanied by one of my best friend, a novel. I was pleased to have the spot to myself too.

  After ten pages I uncrossed my legs, put down The Path of Alchemy and looked out over the city. I could see people walking over a walkway that connected two building. I had always preferred the company of books, even in college. My roommate had never understood. I just didn’t find any pleasure in the frivolous games they played. And I never seemed to meet anyone I was interested in either, though I would be subjected to blind dates at least once a month. The only guy I found mildly intriguing was one who was studying nature conversation. We met at a party and started chatting, but then he started messaging me every day thereafter and that was the end of him.

  The last date I had been on was more than six months ago, I thought, opening the cover of my book again. I noticed the end of the chapter had meditation exercises. At least I would have something to do that night at home.

  But when I arrived home I didn’t get to the exercises, at least not until later. I put my bag and jacket on the sofa and was heading to the open-plan kitchen to make a cup of mint tea, when I saw something odd. In the field opposite our three-story apartment complex we had four trees which towered above the building. Perched on a branch of the nearest tree was a massive bird.

  I slowly took a step back and peered through the glass sliding door of my balcony. I stared at it. Compared to the pigeons I had seen in the tree, this bird was three times larger. Perhaps it was a bird of prey, I thought, but I hadn’t realized there were any still in the city limits. I wanted to get a closer look, but didn’t want to risk scaring the majestic creature off. My sock-clad feet remained dead still as I studied it.

  ~*~

  As I walked passed the colorful glass-blown Fiesta tower inside the library the following morning, I thought back to the beautiful bird of prey. It was most likely a hawk, according to Google. I hadn’t taken a photo of it with my mobile, but didn’t regret it, even though I would probably never see it again. After about twenty minutes, it had flapped its immense wings and flown away, leaving me feeling melancholy. Then I remembered my book and the daily exercises. Perhaps the meditation could cheer me up, I thought. I chose an exercise on embracing loss and used the bird. I went to my bedroom, lit some incense and sat in the middle of my bed, with the book open next to me. It was difficult to still my mind, but the thoughts began to dissipate. After the meditation my body felt lighter and I didn’t feel sad about the hawk leaving anymore. I realized I had the pleasure of its visit and that was glorious in itself.

  I stopped and looked up at the Fiesta tower’s myriad of colors, as though I were seeing it for the first time. It was a very original work of art and matched the feel of the building well. I liked the energy it resonated.

  “Are you okay?” one of my colleagues asked as she passed by.

  “Better than okay!” I replied.

  I walked to my station as though I were bounding through a forest, like in the dream I had the night before. It was not the first strange dream I’d had lately. I had been walking on a narrow path that led through a lush forest. It was dark except for the light of the moon. The sound of an owl made me look up into the glowing orb rising above the tree line. The trees began to thin and I saw a cabin in the distance, in the middle of a clearing. I could see smoke coming from a chimney. As I took a step closer however, the path and the cottage began to fade and then were gone.

  I looked up from my desk and a queue had formed in front of me. I didn’t mind having to deal with people that day. An old man in a fedora, towards the end of the queue, caught my eye. I hoped he wasn’t one of the lonely old men who loved to tell me their whole life story. He smiled at me in a strange way and I looked away quickly. It wasn’t a creepy look, but it conveyed a sense of familiarity. I looked down and then at him again. He didn’t look like anyone that I’d met before. When I glanced at the queue a few seconds later, he wasn’t there. I studied the line of people, but he was gone.

  After my shift, I headed towards the staff parking lot. I scrounged in my bag to find my keys, stopped and finally felt the round metal keyring attached to the set. I was a few steps away from my car, when I noticed someone sitting on a bench watching me. It was the old man again. He didn’t move, but continued to look my way. I unlocked my door, climbed inside and looked back at the bench. I shook my head. The old man had vanished again. Then I suddenly remembered the hawk and rushed home.

  ~*~

  I hurried out onto the balcony and stared at the tree, but it wasn’t there. Every night after that I rushed out, as soon as I got home, to look for it. I couldn’t help the growing obsession to see the magnificent bird of prey again, but the tree remained empty. As the days passed in its absence, I grew sadder. I even went out one afternoon, walked over to the tree and touched it. I longed to feel some kind of connection. I needed to. Why did I feel such a strong link to this bird, I wondered. As an only child, my parents had assuaged my loneliness with various pets. They had refused to give me the one pet I really wanted though, a dog. The substitute, a fluffy, bouncy kitten arrived on my sixth birthday and had only died when I was midway in my undergrad. Now I had no pets and weren’t allowed any according to the complex rules anyway.

  I gave up on seeing it again after a week had passed, but the sadness remained in my heart. I closed my front door one evening after work and walked towards the kitchen counter. I forced myself to keep my eyes straight ahead, but in the end couldn’t help glimpsing quickly towards the balcony. I sighed. No hawk. I switched the kettle on and reached up to open the cupboard, when I heard a strange flapping noise. It sounded close by. I dashed towards the glass door and screamed.

  It was back! And it was right there, perched on the railing of my balcony! I had never seen a bird of prey up so close. It was over 20 inches tall! I stared at it and didn’t move. Its talons were long and yellow and ended in sharp black claws. Red splatters covered the bird’s talons and beak. The faint light from the balcony wall reflected in its eyes. I found myself gazing into their depths and couldn’t look away.

  Then it spread out its wings and they nearly touched either side of my balcony. I shrieked and staggered backwards. This beautiful creature shouldn’t be here, I suddenly thought. And it might be hurt. I ran back to the kitchen counter and picked up my mobile. I had to call animal control. I rushed back towards the balcony with the phone to my ear. Then its eyes drew me in again and something told me not to report the bird, not in words, but a sense of reassurance and calm came over me.

  I put the phone in my pocket, moved to the armchair facing the balcony and sat down. I watched the bird as I held the Amethyst I wore in a chain around my neck. It stayed perched on the railing for a few minutes and then flapped its wings and took off with perfect elegance. I couldn’t believe it had come back and had been on my balcony! I was breathing fast, I realized, as my eyes remained locked on the position it had been in a few seconds ago. Though it had left, I knew I would see it again.

  I was bursting with excitement and
wished I had someone to tell. I knew the girls at the book club would be suitably impressed. I hadn’t been to a meeting in three months, but the next day was the last Friday of the month and they would be getting together.

  The following evening I accepted the traditional glass of wine at the door and went and sat in the furthest corner of the room next to the fireplace. The warmth of the embers warmed my shins as the wine warmed me from the inside. It was a small book club with a turnout of usually between five and ten girls. I hoped someone would ask me what I’d been up to since I last saw them. They were usually keen to hear about my pursuits in alternative healing.

  “Layla, we haven’t seen you in a while,” the organizer asked and smiled wanly at me.

  She didn’t like having the spotlight off her.

  “Yes, I thought it’d be nice to catch up with you girls,” I replied.

  One of the friendlier girls came and sat beside me.

  “What have you been up to Miss Librarian?” she joked.

  I leant forward, took a deep breath and told her all about my majestic visitor.

  “You saw a what?” one of the other girls asked and sat down on the adjacent sofa.

  My heart began to beat faster as two more girls gathered around to hear my story. I held my glass of wine firmly in my hand and gulped a quarter of it down. Naturally the organizer castigated me for not calling animal control, but the others were envious. When I returned home that night the balcony was empty. And though it had felt good to share my news, I now felt empty as I walked out and gazed at the towering trees. Then I noticed a long white and brown feather on the tiled balcony floor. I picked it up and as soon as I held it in my hand, a voice filled my head.