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~Aurora’s Point of View~ My nagging mind that says I need to fight him for answers loses out pretty quickly when I feel his erection against me. Nothing is as important as this, as us right now. Even if he won’t fully mate me tonight, I will have this. He will make love to me… or I’ll kill him for real! *Shut … up,* Lucy scolds, trying to move my hands. She’s too weak but I don’t want to fight her on this. Tomorrow I can do all the heavy thinking. Javed is already kissing down my belly and I want to give him my undivided attention. I can tell he wants to take things slow, be romantic. Even if I’m so damn tired all I want is to get things moving. It’s my first time, he’s doing what he should be doing: making it sweet and memorable. Lucy practically hums with his touch, with his kisses. I close my eyes as he kisses just above my clit and his fingertips feel like feathers over my thighs. I don’t know how he can manage to feel so light and gentle when I certainly know what he is. Thoug
~Javed’s Point of View~ For at least three hours I’ve been standing in front of various windows around the house, though never out of eye sight of my Aurora for more than a few seconds. The bedroom has a wall open to the house, a weird design but handy for my purposes. Some … thing is outside. If she weren’t so dead tired, I have no doubt Lucy would know. I’ve put myself in a tough spot, not having a single vampire friend to help me. Though I can’t trust a single one of them so I don’t know how I could. I know for certain it isn’t my maker out there in the sub zero temperatures, but that in no one way means it isn’t one of her minions keeping an eye on me. Even in life she never had a problem finding an endless amount of idiots ready to fall at her feet. Becoming an immortal only proved to fit her personality more so I’m sorry to say. There have been many times tonight I knew a vampire was literally on the other side of the window, daring me to move the curtain. Daring me to show
~Javed’s Point of View~ “No. I think I made it more than clear the last time I saw you what my feelings were about our relationship. It was over and dead. Well I wanted you to be totally dead,” I state, with a cool and level voice. Now that I realize the light is artificial I allow my eyes to adjust. She’s wearing sunglasses and has her hair in what I recall to be the style in the 1920’s. Though her natural hair is extremely long so it must be a wig. If she cuts it, it’ll grow right back. I’m more than glad there could never even remotely be a sexual attraction between us; if that were the case she’d have a million times more of a hold on me than she does. Unfortunately our bond is deeper than sex and I can’t shake it even after all this time. I’m sure it is unheard of for a maker to not have a physical relationship with their “child” and I’m certain she does it with all the rest of them. But I doubt there’s ever been a situation like ours. “Tsk! Come now. Do you think I’d allow
~Javed’s Point of View~ ~Flashback, The 1920’s~ “Don’t be like that! This place is the cat’s pajamas,” Setareh squeals, moving her hips to the music, wanting me to dance with her. Like usual. She wants a younger looking male on her arm so publicly she looks youthful. I step back, adjust my dress jacket and groan. Why do I still stand next to her and feel as though I need to ask permission to leave? With as many times as I’ve left her, you’d think it would be easy to go. Just leave, Javed. You don’t need this shit tonight, or any night. Hassan grabs her hand and twirls her out on the dance floor, a massive grin on his face. His love for her has never been more obvious and still she returns his affections with scraps. He falls for it, every single time. But even as a human he was ten years her elder and it’s permanently stuck in his features. “You vamp you,” Hassan teases, loving to play on words. Vampires love a good pun. It’s ironic but vampires are actually becoming a topic of
~Javed’s Point of View~ ~Still 1920's Two Months Later~ “Go! Go!!! Come on Brandywine you can do it old girl,” I shout, waving my ticket in the air. The crowd behind me is yelling and some even throw things. Even though holding my breath is unnecessary I find myself doing it. At the last second, I even close my eyes. “Annnnnd BY A NOSE it’s BRANDYWINE taking first place,” the announcer shouts. “YEAH!!! YES!!! That’s my girl,” I cry out, kissing my winning ticket and raising my tophat in the air. Adrenaline rushes through me with a slight warmth to it. I’ve just won three thousand dollars in the blink of an eye. I hardly need the money, sure. But the thrill of the victory, of always picking the winner is what gets me off. With this score though I’ll be able to find a very nice house to rent somewhere quiet or even just buy it outright. Where that is, I don’t quite know yet. “I guess dinner and a show are on you,” I hear, and immediately cringe. I put my hat back on my head an
~Javed’s Point of View~ When she lunges at me, I’m prepared. The first thing I did was scan the room for weapons, and there are several. I have no idea what type of factory this place is but thank god it’s ripe for a fight. I dodge her and grab a saw blade so fast she can’t see it from above me. I raise it over my head and strike. “Ahhh! You bastard! I loved this gown,” she shouts, shrieking at the cut down her side. Blood drips from two stubs that used to have fingers. I want to grin but there’s no time to be arrogant. Of course she’s only mad about the dress. All the more proof of who she really is. The damn dress is the least of your worries. The smell of her blood flares in my nostrils. Sure, vampires feed from one another, it’ll do in a pinch if you’re starving but it’s not live blood. It’s the only dead blood in fact that we can drink and not have a seizure. I consider lunging at her and draining her myself but the thought of having another drop of her blood in my body more
~Aurora’s Point of View~ ~Present~ “Vampire stuff is the messiest stuff. Always drama, fighting. I was really counting on an easy life, none of them were supposed to wake on my watch and since we have only the three tombs and they were all full, I didn’t think we’d get anymore. What a fucking mess,” Alpha Killian shouts, slamming his fist on the table and making me jump. Two others in the room do as well. Per Javed’s instruction, I was inducted into the pack this first thing morning. It was quick and there were only a couple witnesses. I hated that Matthew missed it but I couldn’t wait for him to come out and I didn’t want to take him from his family. Being able to mind-link people is already overwhelming and I don’t think I like it. Of course Javed doesn’t have brain waves so I’ll never be able to do it with him. *I miss him so much,* Lucy whines and I have to roll my eyes. If it's all impossible for me to understand, it’s even worse for her. She doesn’t care about their politic
~Javed’s Point of View~ ~Present~ The second night after visiting Setareh, she was gone when I woke and no one wanted to tell me if she’d be back or not. I decided I couldn’t let her rule me anymore than she does. I felt stupid for even coming here in the first place. I dress modestly, and nervously fidget with my collar. I’m desperate to call and speak with Aurora, but I can’t tell her all I need to over the phone. Though since I have no clue how the night will go, it’s a huge gamble. I hate to agree with Setareh but she’s right about turning myself into the council. It has to be done. Even if they lock me up and throw away the key, I wouldn’t have fully bonded with Aurora and Lucy. They won’t feel my pain. While emotionally they’ll be wrecked, it will lessen with time. I tell myself this is the only choice. If they find me later and come for me, it’ll be far worse. Likely the final death. When I visit the island where I had been entombed, it’s nearly impossible not to fly th