Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy)

by Tijan

  I jumped in reaction from his quickness. When he didn’t move back, I waited—something needed to be said or done or exploded. I wasn’t sure what I voted for, but… just something.

  “You’re angry.”

  I hadn’t expected that. I blinked in shock at the understanding in his voice. “Uh…”

  Roane turned his head back and his dark eyes caught mine. “You don’t understand this. You, me, and you’re angry.”

  “Are you serious?” I snarled back at him, but I felt a traitorous tremor build in my body. It wanted release. It demanded release, but… nothing.

  “This… attraction we have for each other—it’s like a pull.”

  How quaint. “Is that what it is? I hadn’t noticed.”

  Roane moved back a step. I felt his hands leave my thighs where they’d been resting. The cold invaded…. “You were hunted by a vampire, my kind. I feel it too, Davy. We can barely be in the same room without touching. It’s been there since the beginning and it’s been growing every minute. It’s almost uncontrollable lately, but—this is new to you.”

  And it wasn’t to him?!

  I sat up straighter and stood slowly. “So are you the big bad experienced vampire lover and I’m the virgin? Are you here to teach me what I need to know? Or maybe your job is to guide me correctly, make sure I don’t fumble along. Right? Am I getting this wrong?”

  “You’re hearing me wrong,” he said faintly. Defeated.

  I stood tall, shrugged my shoulders back, and firmed my jaw. “I hope so because you’re sounding pretty damn superior.”

  “That’s not what I’d intended…”

  “That’s not what you intended? This whole thing wasn’t intended. I shouldn’t have gone up to that roof. I shouldn’t have answered that phone. I shouldn’t have a best friend who’s a brainwashed bunny by your ‘human’ twin and I really shouldn’t be here with you. None of this should’ve happened. I shouldn’t have even come to Benshire, but I listened to Blue.”

  I stopped and gasped for air, my eyes wild. Then I choked out, “She should’ve picked someone else. I can’t be this Immortal. I don’t want to have this on my shoulders. I can’t—someone else should be the Immortal. I haven’t had this for a few days and already my roommate was kidnapped. My best friend is in love with a vampire that wants to drain me and… my empath sponsor is in a coma. I don’t even know what to say about you.”

  Something happened and I felt like I could breathe again.

  Roane moved closer, but he paused. “I hurt your pride before. I’m sorry. All I meant is that you know of my world, but you don’t know my world. Now you’re the Immortal and your entire life needs to change. You’re right. Being the Immortal is a lot to bear. It’s a great burden, but you’re also wrong. Talia didn’t choose you. The Immortal thread chose you. Talia trusted the Immortal thread to choose the right person—it did. It chose you for a reason, Davy.”

  “I really don’t want to be the Immortal, Lucas. I want—can’t I pass it along?” I was still a little miffed.

  He didn’t answer for a moment. “You can’t. Once the Immortal thread is linked with your body, you’ll die when it passes to the next carrier. The body goes through a withdrawal that’s lethal. Talia didn’t want—she didn’t want to suffer like that.”

  I closed my eyes swiftly and felt everything from that night again. She’d chosen her death… now I understood, but I still wished I hadn’t. I wrung out, “I just want to wake up and hear Emily snoring. I don’t want this. I can’t have this.”

  I slowly dropped back down on the bed and cradled my head in my hands. My fingers slid through my hair and clung to each strand. I wanted to pull them out. I wanted to feel something other than what I was feeling. I couldn’t deal with it.

  Roane reached forward and delicately moved my knee aside. He knelt before me.

  I held my breath.

  He moved his hand from my leg and slowly reached to untangle my hands from my hair. I gasped as the last finger was detangled and then my fingers desperately sought his shoulders. He slid in and I surged forward to wrap my arms tighter around him.

  “You have to bear something that you didn’t choose. I understand, Davy. I understand it more than you think.” Roane tucked his head against mine. His lips brushed the tip of my ear. “I know what it’s like to have your life suddenly change and it’s not what you decided. I do understand that.”

  I frowned.

  His hand curved around my neck and I felt the cool touch of his lips when he pressed a kiss to my ear. “You can do this, Davy. We’ll figure everything else out.”

  Did I dare believe him? I wanted to—badly. I lifted my head, met his black eyes, and smoothed my thumb over his cheek. “I’m a little moody right now. I’m not used to being… so powerless. I hate it.”

  He didn’t say anything. Then he dipped and touched his lips to mine.

  I closed my eyes and felt it again. It had been rushed and fevered, but the wave of lust swirled slowly throughout me. The heat spread from my fingertips, up my arms, down my sides, around my toes, and back to settle in my center.

  I entwined my arms around his neck.

  Roane grazed his lips against mine, hypnotically back and forth. I arched upward, needing more. As my neck was stretched to the fullest, he slid his mouth down my neck and settled on my collarbone where he started to suckle.

  My hand cradled the back of his neck and my other slid over his shoulders, feeling the hard dip between his muscles until it rested on his hip. Roane continued to suckle and I pressed down on his head, just lightly.

  It inflamed him. He swiftly lifted me up to place me on the bed.

  I laid there; dazed at how quick he’d reacted, but Roane didn’t wait for my brain to catch up. He shucked his pants and quickly unzipped mine. As they slid down my legs and past my toes, I panted for breath. After he dropped them on the ground, Roane crouched over me. His eyes met mine, captive and fevered.

  Then with a tug at his lips, he slid a hand up my leg. Sharp desire pierced me, but I could only gasp for breath and lay there, nearly paralyzed. I watched, entranced, as his hand slid to my waist, caressed my stomach for a moment, and then dipped between my legs. As a finger entered me, my paralysis was gone. I shot up from the bed and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I threw one leg around his hip. Roane grasped it and raised it higher. His finger slipped further inside and I could only cling as it started to move in and out.

  The sensations built quickly. He kept moving, in and out, until I gasped and turned my mouth towards his shoulder. My lips grazed his skin and in a drunken state I pressed my teeth against his skin.

  Roane groaned roughly.

  I nipped his skin—he shuddered. I licked him and he slid two fingers inside of me.

  My fingers dug into him, starving. Then I bit—quickly and savagely. I needed more, but I didn’t know of what.

  Roane arched his head and growled. I felt the reverberations between my legs and then I moaned as Roane quickly positioned himself and entered smoothly. At his first thrust, I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my ankles.

  The pleasure intensified and I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything except hold on as the fever built and built.

  Roane bent his head down and found my collarbone again where he started to suckle. His teeth grazed against my skin and he nipped lightly when he thrust deep at the same time. The pace quickened, in and out, back and forth.

  I groaned, but bit my lip to silence my moans.

  “No,” Roane gasped and lifted himself off of me so his weight didn’t press down anymore.

  I protested and tried to draw him back down.

  He held me off and I bit down harder on my lips as he pistoned into me. Deftly, Roane slid his thumb between my lips and bent down to whisper, “Bite down on me, not on yourself.”

  I didn’t register the desperation in his voice, but I felt the pleading through my body. And, answering something carnal, my teeth pierced his sk
in.

  Roane cradled my head and quickened his pace. We were both lost, only feeling each other.

  I felt his blood slide down my throat and gasped, needing more.

  Roane held me tighter against him, almost crushing me, but I welcomed it. I needed it. I was starved for more—and then the fever built. I was on the edge—Roane grasped my hip, pulled out, and slammed back inside. Both of us went hurdling over the edge. The waves took over my body. I collapsed on the bed and was powerless as the ripples coursed through me. Then slowly my eyelids fluttered shut.

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

  “It’s the three ring circus. There are clowns, tigers, one legged elephants, and for a bonus feature: we’ve got a white zebra. You in for the count? You want tickets with that heaping bowl of popcorn? Deal’s going once, twice, too late.”

  Only one voice said things like that—I sighed and sat up in the darkness. “I’m sleeping… again.”

  “Again—you mean ‘finally’!” It chided me, “You’ve been awake for a very long time. It’s about time you fell off to nanaland. I can only amuse myself so much in here. You’re not that entertaining of a person.”

  “Thanks… for that.”

  “Keeping it real, Bearded Lady.”

  Oh, lovely. A circus theme.

  “Fairytales are overdone. The court jester wants his turn.”

  “Last time you told me I’m the Immortal. I’ve adjusted. I’ll do whatever I need to do. What else can you hit me with? I’d like to wake up or go back to normal dreams. You’re a little hard to handle sometimes.” If I tried to reason with it, would it work?

  The voice laughed. Shrill. “Would you like a comb for your beard?”

  No reasoning would be had. “So what are you here to enlighten me with?”

  “You lie really well.” The voice had been maniacal before, but it was calm, eerily calm now.

  I felt shivers go down my back. “What are you talking about?”

  “Ask your lover.”

  Roane’s words lashed back at me before I could stop them. Lying. All you do is lie.

  I flinched and murmured, “No. You’re wrong.”

  “I haven’t said anything,” the voice gloated.

  “I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say what he said. I don’t lie. I’m not a liar.”

  “Tigers spawn earthlings on their back. Sometimes they ride on the backs of elephants, but only the ones with roller skates.”

  “Make sense, for once!” I shrieked into the darkness. It was an abyss.

  “Silly Bearded Lady. They don’t ride on the one legged elephant. That’d be dangerous.”

  “I’m not lying to anyone.”

  “And stupid. Who’d want to ride on the back of a one legged elephant? You’d fall right off.” The voice ignored me and continued, amused, “And then rolling hula hoops that are on fire would burn you. Why are they always on fire? I’ve never figured that out.”

  “Enough!” I’d forced it before and I was willing to bet that I could do it again.

  A black wind shrieked in protest and swept around me. I blinked, startled, and tried to stand still as a tornado picked up from underneath my feet. It rushed upwards, enveloped me, and as it started to settle—I found myself staring back at… what a shocker—myself. Except that it wasn’t me. My brown curls looked sleek and framed my shoulders. My eyes weren’t innocent. They were knowing, wise, and a little crazy. And still, I looked sultry. I was dressed how I had dressed for Adam’s date, in my lace shirt and snug jeans, but there was a different aura that surrounded the Immortal me. Confidence.

  She grinned and winked. “Bet this isn’t what you wanted, huh?”

  “How’d you know?” I returned, sardonically. “It’s not as if you’re a part of me or something.”

  “You’re sarcastic.”

  “Just because you’re inside of me doesn’t mean that you understand me.”

  The Immortal me smiled sweetly. “I know a lot more about you than you know about yourself. I know all about Craig. I know about Kates. I know how you’re heaping a whole pile of denial poop on a burning house because you did the deed with a vampire. And not any vampire, Bearded Lady. You did it with thee vampire. There are ramifications that you can’t handle right now.”

  It wouldn’t stop. “Please, please. All this nonsense—I can’t handle it. I might go insane.”

  “Every circus must pitch a tent and entertain.”

  “Let me guess, I’m your audience?”

  “You’re the tent, Beardy, but you’ll do. The tigers might not think so. They might want to shave off your beard or burn the tent. I haven’t decided which.”

  “I’d really like to wake up. I need to tell Roane something and I can’t when I’m asleep.”

  “That’s right, Horny Bearded Lady. You didn’t stop to think. The tigers think it’s funny how the Bearded Lady forgets her beard when she’s around The World’s Strongest Man.”

  “Oh, please. Roane is not the world’s strongest man.” I felt foolish saying that. Who said things like that?

  “You might be surprised.” The Immortal laughed it off and vanished.

  Great—back to the dark abyss. There were no winds this time. It was just darkness, no mocking voice, and no uneasy feeling inside of my stomach.

  I looked down and choked out a gasp. I lifted my arm and like before, I saw the same silver color underneath my skin. I watched in fascination as the silver color seemed to melt into a thick rich paste that sparkled like diamonds. I liked diamonds, just not inside of me.

  “You’re every girl’s best friend. You’re the prize, Davy. You’re the one that everyone wants.”

  “Tell me something that I don’t know,” I challenged.

  “Craig wanted to make you a vampire. He told you how he’d do it, how much he’d enjoy it, and that you’d thank him in the end. And now—vampires, vampires all around the shiny prize. What’s a scared little girl to do? The hungry monsters keep circling, but they won’t be kept at bay for long. A shark’s going to bite soon—or maybe one did.”

  “Roane didn’t bite me. I bit him.”

  “You liked it. You’d do it again. I can feel the thirst inside of you. What’s that mean? Are you going to become a vampire?” The Immortal laughed hysterically and spun around me in tight circles.

  I looked down at my arms and watched, detached, as the sparkling paste thinned and became like blood. “Roane said you chose me. Did you? Did you actually choose me or did you get stuck with me?”

  “The divorce will have collateral damage that no fortune teller can foresee.”

  That was a cheerful thought. “What do you want from me?”

  I felt the Immortal slow to a stop, instantly, and sensed its calm. “Stop lying to yourself. You’re only hurting yourself.”

  “Fine,” I gritted out. “You invaded me! You had no right.”

  “He’s thee vampire. You should sit up and pay attention.”

  “How can I? Your riddles are a bit mind twisting,” I snorted out.

  Then it answered another one. “As long as you’re the Immortal, you are unable to become a vampire.”

  I clasped my eyes closed in relief. Maybe there were some benefits to being the Immortal.