The Surien Series Blood Guardian

by Mindy Majors

  Daire felt so relaxed walking hand in hand with Symarah. There was something in her that calmed his troubled soul. She looked radiant in the moonlight. Her hair was pulled up at the sides and held in an elegant rhinestone clasp, curled tendrils framing her delicate face. The crimson dress complemented her skin tone perfectly, although its satin sheen paled in comparison to the light of the moon reflecting in her beautiful raven mane.

  “You look beautiful tonight, but then you always look beautiful,” Daire complimented.

  “Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself. Don't get me wrong, the tux was nice, but I prefer you like this.”

  Daire was always impeccably dressed, not as formal as Jareth in his three-piece suits, but well-dressed just the same. After the reception, he had changed into a pair of black dress pants that accentuated his assets perfectly, and a matching collarless button-down shirt left un-tucked. He looked even more scrumptious than usual tonight, with his long hair pulled back in a ponytail.

  “There's just one thing missing,” she told him.

  “And what would that be?” Daire questioned, as lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating his handsome face.

  “Your fangs,” she answered sheepishly.

  “You like my fangs?” Daire said, a little startled by her confession.

  “Yes,” she blushed. “Why do they disappear?”

  “They retract; they only come out when we need them, or when we are aroused, sexually.” It was a definite turn-on that she liked his fangs, and her sudden shyness had him hard as a rock already.

  “Let's see what we can do about that,” Symarah whispered in his ear. She ran her tongue along his earlobe, nibbling at the bottom of it. She faced him, looking into his eyes seductively. She placed her hands on his chest, running her right hand up his chest to the back of his neck. Raising up on her tip toes, she licked his lips, as she loosened his ponytail and tangled her fingers in his jet black hair. His fangs instantly extended.

  “Mmm, that's much better,” she purred, as she licked the tip of one of his fangs. A small drop of blood formed on her tongue, sending Daire over the edge. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, her blood heightening his intense desire. He had never tasted anything so intoxicating. Symarah unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands down his chest, to his washboard abs. As the thunder rolled, and the rain began to fall, her desire grew stronger. She never dreamed she could want someone so desperately. She took a step back, smiling at him seductively, and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to her feet. Daire looked amazing, standing there in the moonlight, rain drops streaming down his chiseled chest. His wet hair clinging to his shoulders. She had never seen anything so delicious in all her life. She took a step forward, placing her hands on his hips, and ran her tongue across his neck. Daire was mesmerized by her seduction. She took his breath away, standing there in nothing but her crimson bra and matching satin panties. Her long raven hair fell in tight wet ringlets around her face, and the rain streaming down her body stirred in him an un-deniable urge to taste her skin. He had never seen anything so sexy. He dipped his head down and kissed her deeply as he made her bra and panties disappear with a wave of his hand. He licked his way down her neck to her full breasts. He could taste the rain on her skin as he ran his tongue across her nipple, lightly scraping it with one fang. She loved the feel of his fangs on her skin. She didn't know why, but the thought of him sinking his fangs into her neck while he was buried deep inside her, drove her wild with desire. She grabbed a handful of his silky black hair, and pulled. Daire growled low in his throat.

  “You like to pull my hair,” Daire smirked.

  “Should I stop?”

  “Never stop, caria,” he whispered, placing his hand between her legs, as he kissed her lips. Symarah let out a soft moan as he slid his finger inside her. She slid her long, shapely leg up the side of his thigh, opening herself to him.

  “I want you, Daire, now,” Symarah purred seductively as she slid her hand down to undo his pants. Daire raised his hand to wave his clothes away, but she stopped him.

  “Leave them on,” she whispered. He looked so sexy with his black shirt, hanging open, wet and clinging to his lean muscular body.

  Daire picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pinned her against the tree. He had planned on drawing it out, teasing her a little more, but she obviously wasn't interested in foreplay and after hearing her say she wanted him now, he wasn't sure he could hold out much longer anyway. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, as she reached her hand down between their wet bodies and guided him inside her. Daire moaned her name as he buried himself deep inside her. She could feel the tree scratching her back as he pressed into her, harder and deeper with each thrust. The mixture of both pleasure and pain only served to heighten her desire. Everything about him set her body on fire, his flawless appearance, his strong but gentle touch, the way he moaned her name in that strange sexy lilt. She looked up at him and was surprised to find that he was staring at her intently. Her gaze fell to his mouth, those sexy full lips, wet with rain. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip and then nibbled it gently. She then moved her attention to his neck, licking and kissing him right below his ear.

  “Harder,” she commanded, as she ran her tongue across his earlobe.

  Daire thrust his hips against her, burying himself so deep inside her, she threw her head back and moaned his name. Daire kissed her neck as he continued to drive himself deeper inside her. Symarah could feel her body tightening with every stroke. She could feel his fangs scraping her neck as he kissed her there.

  “Drink from me,” Symarah moaned.

  Daire's senses were on overload, his head was buzzing, his body burned for her. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her soft supple skin and taste her sweet ambrosia, but that would only make it that much harder for him to leave.

  “I don't think...”

  “Don't think, Daire, just feel,” she whispered, pressing his mouth against her throat. He could feel her gentle pulse pressing against his lips, his bloodlust intensifying with every beat. It was more than he could handle. He sank his fangs into her porcelain skin, and drank from her. He had never taken blood from a willing, conscious partner before, and never in his life had it been sexual. It was the most amazing experience he had ever imagined, his head was spinning, he felt drunk from it. Symarah cried out in pain as his fangs pierced her neck, but in an instant the pain was replaced by the greatest pleasure she had ever known. She had never felt so connected to anyone, it was as if they had become one, body, mind and soul. Daire could feel her body tensing as he thrust his hips against hers, getting harder and more urgent with every stroke. He felt her body tighten around his as she dug her nails into his back. Intense pleasure mixed with the delicious pain of her nails across his back was more than he could take, he joined her in her climax as he savored one last sip of her heavenly elixir. Daire kissed her lightly as he put her feet back on the ground.

  “You are an amazing woman, Symarah,” he said, looking deep into her beautiful blue eyes. He had only felt this way about one other woman. It was odd to him, knowing that Symarah and Meissen were one in the same. In some ways they were quite similar but very different in others. Still, she was every bit as precious to him as Meissen had been so long ago.

  “You're pretty great too, ya know.”

  Just then, a loud clap of thunder rung out and lightning struck very nearby.

  “We should probably get back to the house, before we're struck by lightning,” Daire suggested.

  “Well, I can't walk in like this, what if one of the guys is still awake?” Symarah said, pointing out her severe lack of clothing.

  “You're right, I would hate to have to kill any of them,” Daire said with an evil smirk. He waved his hand in front of her and instantly she was dressed in a pair of black cotton shorts and a crimson T-shirt that read, “Seize The Night” in small black letters.

  “Where did this come from, it's not
mine.”

  “I saw it in a clothing store that Kassie dragged me into a few nights ago, I thought you might like it so I bought it,” Daire answered sheepishly.

  “I love it,” Symarah smiled, hugging him tight. She took his hand in hers as they began walking back toward the house. “Do You miss Atlantis?” Symarah asked, as they casually strolled along the stone path, hand in hand.

  “Sometimes. Before the corruption, it was a very peaceful existence.”

  “I can't imagine what it would be like to live in a place like that.”

  “It definitely had its advantages, but there are some perks to living here too.”

  “Like what?” Symarah asked, as they walked past the path that led to the dolphin statues.

  “Pizza, fajitas, birthday cake, Doritos,” Daire answered.

  “So you only stay for the food,” Symarah laughed.

  “Well, there are the beaches.”

  “They are beautiful,” she agreed. Symarah couldn't remember a time when she felt so content. She loved being with Daire, it felt so comfortable, so right. She walked alongside him, with the rain pouring over them, thunder rolling in the distance, she couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be. She had always loved walking in the rain, especially at night, but having Daire there to share it with her made her happier than she had ever thought possible. Letting him go was going to be the hardest thing she would ever have to do.

  “The beaches pale in comparison to your beauty,” Daire smiled as he kissed the back of her hand. It had been a very long time since he had felt like this. He had finally found what had been missing for centuries. The thought of leaving her was heart wrenching, but watching her die, again, was far worse than anything he could possibly imagine. He almost hadn't survived losing her the first time, he couldn't go through that again. It was better this way. As much as he wanted to tell her that she was Meissen, he knew she wouldn't understand. There was no sense in freaking her out, especially when they couldn't be together anyway; knowing that, though, did nothing to ease his pain. It was torture letting himself get this close to her knowing that it couldn't last, but Symarah had been right, he wanted nothing more right now than to cherish every precious second he had left with her.

  “You know, I put up room-darkening shades on all my windows and the patio doors so you can sleep in my room if you'd like,” Symarah hinted.

  “I thought you'd nev.......” Daire stopped abruptly, his playful smirk turned to a look of alarm.

  “What's wrong?” Symarah asked, but before he could answer, Jareth appeared directly in front of them.

  “Do you feel it?” Jareth asked Daire.

  “Yes, but I'm not certain where it is coming from,” Daire answered.

  “What are you two talking about, what's going on?” Symarah demanded.

  “There is a demmic nearby,” Jareth answered.

  “Flash her to the house and keep her safe; let Kassie and the day walkers know what's going on,” Daire told Jareth.

  “What about you?” Symarah said. “I will not leave you out here to fend for yourself.”

  “It's only one demmic, and his power is no match for mine,” Daire answered.

  “Concentrate on the living room,” Jareth said, as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Just then, twenty more demmic appeared, surrounding them on all sides.

  “Get her inside and then get back out here,” Daire ordered as he prepared himself for the attack. Jareth was only gone for an instant before he re-appeared, alone and ready to fight.

  “Looks like you're outnumbered again, and this time you don't have Dacian here to save your ass,” Farkas sneered from behind them.

  Daire turned to face him. “I'm surprised to see you here Farkas, last I heard you were being used as wolf chow.”

  “Fuck you, surien. You think you're so special just because you're one of the chosen. You make me sick, all of you, pretending to care about the humans, protecting them. You're all weak. You take orders from Athena, you take your blood from her; you're all just a bunch of little bitches, Athena's bitches,” he spat in disgust.

  “At least Athena doesn't bite,” Daire smirked. “Looks like Sybris took a chunk out of you before he let you go.”

  “I'll fucking kill you,” Farkas growled as he lunged at Daire.

  “Not today chew toy,” Jareth said as he flung Farkas backwards with a wave of his hand, landing him squarely on his ass.

  “What are you waiting for? Kill them,” Farkas ordered, as he struggled to pick himself up off the ground.

  Daire and Jareth were seriously outnumbered, this did not look promising. They stood with their backs together, preparing themselves for the attack, as the demmic began to rush them from all sides. Just as the demmic reached them, they all suddenly went flying backwards about thirty feet.

  “What the hell was that?” Daire asked.

  “I don't know, I thought it was you,” Jareth answered.

  “It was me,” Kassie said as she, Symarah and the day walkers ran up to where they were standing.

  “She's a witch,” Duncan told them, “a good witch.”

  “What, why didn't you tell me?” Symarah scolded.

  “We don't have time for this, I'll explain later,” Kassie said. The demmic had recovered from Kassie's attack and were almost on top of them again.

  “Get them back in the house,” Daire ordered the day walkers.

  “We're not hiding in the house like cowards while you and Jareth risk your lives to protect us, it's not in our nature; besides, you're outnumbered, you need all the help you can get.”

  “You're no match for them, they'll kill you,” Jareth said.

  “I have powers,” Kassie reminded him.

  “And I'm tougher than I look,” Symarah chimed in, as she punched a demmic in the face.

  Daire and Jareth had no choice but to let them stay and fight, there were too many demmic for them to fight alone and there was no time to force the girls back into the house now. They all formed a circle around Kassie, with their backs to one another.

  “You work your magic while we try and fight them off,” Duncan said.

  “Their powers are stronger than mine, so I won't be able to hold them off for long, but I'll do what I can,” Kassie replied, as she waved her hand and sent several demmic flying. Kassie began to chant an incantation, as the others fought to keep the demmic at bay.

  “Nihil mali esse non erit transiens. Nihil mali esse non erit transiens. Nihil mali esse non erit transiens.”

  Kassie's chant seemed to be helping, it was definitely keeping some of the weaker demmic away. There were only about seven or eight of them who were strong enough to get through. Jareth landed a solid strike to a demmic's abdomen, followed by an elbow to the side of his face, while Daire fought off his attacker with a spinning back-kick. Conner and Duncan were holding their own against three demmic, while Symarah was trying her best to avoid Farkas's grasp.

  “You're mine princess.”

  “Give it up Farkas, you know you can't kill me,” Symarah said.

  “You are naive, human.”

  “Maybe so, but I'm not stupid. I know you have orders not to kill me, I'm quite sure of it. I know Vaiden wants to kill me himself.”

  “He may have ordered me not to kill you, but he never said I couldn't play. There are many things much worse than death, little girl,” Farkas leered as he lunged at her.

  “Yeah, like listening to you yap,” Symarah said as she dodged his fist. Grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward her, she hooked her leg around the back of his knee as she punched him hard in the gut, causing him to fall to the ground. As he lay there on his back, a look of utter disbelief on his face, she jumped high in the air and brought all her weight down on him, delivering a crushing blow to his chest. Just then a rather large demmic grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up off the ground. She struggled to break free but it was no use, he was much stronger than her. Kassie needed to help her friend, but she couldn't
just wave her hand and throw him against a tree, not while he was still holding on to Symarah. Instead she thought up a spell.

  “Man I hope this works,” Kassie said as she began chanting her new spell.

  “Let evil hands now pay the price for deeds that have been done. Remove the bone from ‘neath their flesh, returning with the sun.”

  The second Kassie's spell was spoken, Symarah was free. Now that the demmic had no hold on her friend, Kassie threw him back several feet, into a large tree. The demmic was sitting on his feet at the base of the tree.

  “What have you done, witch?” he screamed at her, as he stared at his hands in horror. Kassie couldn't believe her eyes, there he sat, looking at the palms of his hands, while his fingers drooped backwards toward the ground.

  “I did it!” Kassie yelled in delight, “I made the bones in his hands disappear!”

  “Uh, not just his hands,” Duncan said, looking around at all the other demmic. They were all looking at their formless hands, moaning in pain and shaking their heads, even Farkas, who was still unconscious from Symarah's attack, was lying there on the ground, hands flattened out as if they had melted from the heat.

  “That is impressive.” Jareth nodded his approval. One by one, the demmic began to disappear, leaving Farkas on his own.

  “What are we going to do with him?” Conner wondered out loud, as they all stood over him, fascinated by his shapeless hands.

  “I'll deal with him,” an evil voice said from nowhere, and an instant later Vaiden appeared directly in front of them, holding the Atlantean dagger. He lunged at Symarah, but before the dagger made contact, Daire grabbed her, pulling her away from Vaiden's reach.

  “This is just the beginning,” Vaiden promised as he placed a hand on Farkas and they both disappeared.

  “Daire, you're bleeding!” Symarah said, pointing to the cut on his forearm.

  “It's just a scratch, I'll be fine,” he assured her, but an instant later he hit the ground like a ton of bricks.