Chapter 69

Ciara was weightless, her climax rippled through her, the circles spiralling more and more. The pleasure was indescribable, something she had never experienced before. He was a master in the ways of love, his arms the haven when she thought she couldn’t stand it no more. His teeth were buried in her neck, warmth simmered underneath and it felt so astonishing! The ecstasy was short lived ...


Ciara felt herself fall....deeper and deeper into everlasting doom. Trying as she might she couldn’t muster the strength to fight her way back to the light. A part of her begged to be released yet she felt as if everything was as it was meant to be, this was her fate. Her fingers fluttered weakly over the springiness of his blond bangs...felt his tightly coiled body pressing so intimately against her. This was her time, here, in his arms....Ruby curtains and flickering candles swam before her. She didn’t want to see anymore...she couldn’t.. her eyelids fluttered close.

Her sweet nectar zinged through his veins, her taste was distinctive, addictive not like any other he had tasted before. She thawed the coldness in his bones, lit the darkness in the recesses of his immortal soul. She was heaven to his hell.

He reared backwards as he felt her spasm beneath him, her pulse flickered precariously. She slipped from his arms back onto the sheets, her beautiful features now pale and still...so unnaturally still. Shock vibrated through him and he felt his fangs retract. He waited for a flicker, just a minute sign of movement. There was none.

“NO! Oh God no!” his cry scraped from his throat while he scooped her in his arms, cradling her in his lap. He rocked gently, willing her to come back to him. He was the god of darkness not life...

The beast had won...he had succumbed to something he thought he could control. Fury clawed at him...

A howl of pain and remorse shattered through the stillness of the night.

Her nakedness slumped in his arms, burying his face in her neck, he cursed as he smelt her blood, saw two dark streaks glided down her neck, dripping into the ruby sheets.

She was so cold in his arms, so deathly cold. Slipping her nightdress over her slump body he lay her down, drawing the sheets over her. There was nothing he could do anymore, it was done. He had taken something so pure and crushed it in viciousness.

Lunging from the bed, he stared once more at the beauty he had destroyed. Why couldn’t he stop? Why did he feel the need to?

He had done it before! He had taken countless lives without feeling a twinge of guilt and regret! That was his life, his survival, the blood of the living...his curse till eternity.

He withdrew from the room. There was nothing for him here no more.

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Growls drowned the pacing in the room. He felt so alive right now, his senses were heightened , his body felt alive..alive! Veins pulsed rhythmically and he felt energized beyond comprehension. Had she done this to him? Had she given her life so he could feel a morsel of mortality that would only last until his next feed?

Why was he so drawn to her? WHY? He stared at the fading stars, searching for the answers he knew he wouldn’t get.

Why the hell did he feel remorse? This wasn’t supposed to be this way! He cannot afford to feel sympathy towards his food! How in the fuck will he survive?! Tonight had played a cruel joke on him, a joke he wasn’t ready for. Was she going to haunt his dreams? Throw him into the deeper recesses of hell? Was that even possible?

Despair forced him to the nearest chair, flouncing into it, he buried his face in his hands. Where does he go from here?

A hush suddenly brushed over him and he shuddered, all senses on full alert. Something had interfered with his thoughts, invaded his mind.

He stilled and listened, cocking his head to one side as he eagerly tried to centre himself. What was he listening for? There it was!

It was slow and faint..so terribly faint, but he could hear it, almost feel it pulse inside him..googoong......................................googoong...................googoong.....

A bolt flashed through him...he was back again...back in her room. She was in the same position as he placed her but now he could hear it...softly, a tiny beating but it was there, irregular but it was there!

Kneeling next to her bed, he brushed the soft tendrils framing he face, instinct pulled at his eyes compelling him to notice the faint tick in her neck.

“Come on Ciara, you can do it. Come sweet baby, will yourself...fight it.”, chanting, he closed his eyes as relief seeped through him, her pulse grew stronger with each passing minute.

His internal clock warned him dawn would arrive soon and he leaned forward pressing his lips against her for the last time.

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Consciousness pulled at the still form. Spiralling down from the gloomy cloud she was drifting on, she cracked an eye open, groaning as pain sliced through her.

“Oh God!”

A herd of horses trampled through her brain. She felt bruised, battered, her energy drained.

Falling back into bed, she organized her thoughts. Vivid thoughts of her dream came filtering through her pounding mind. Feeling a rush of heat to her cheeks, she giggled as she unconsciously tried to stroke the blush away.

“My, my my! So I was attracted to my vampire stalker! Ciara, you vixen!”

Stammering to the bathroom, she gripped the doorframe for a moment, letting the wave of dizziness subside before she reached for the taps.

Slipping the satiny nightdress from her body , she questioned herself why she couldn’t remember getting dressed, never mind getting into bed. Shaking her head, she wrote it down to a bad bottle of wine. There were numerous bizarre events the previous night, there had to be a logical explanation for everything!

Sinking into the fragrant bubbles she sighed contently. Her achy body greedily soaked up the warmth the water supplied and she settled back, closing her eyes.

Aahhh heaven!

She must have drifted off, sitting up, the water was now tepid against her skin. Reaching for the soap, she glided over her legs. All of a sudden she gasped, flinching as her hand brushed over a painful bruise in her inner thigh. Feeling all cranky and sorry for herself she rinsed herself and reached for the towel, shivering as goose bumps popped all over her skin. Why was she so cold? Was she coming down with something?

Drying herself , she padded towards the basin. She needed to rid herself of the metal taste in her mouth, ugh!

Jabbing the toothbrush in her mouth, she rubbed the vapour from the mirror. Her hand stilled, stepping closer to the mirror she felt dread crushing her chest. Brushing her hair to one side she stared, the toothbrush fell from her gaping mouth but she didn’t even realise.

IT WASN’T A DREAM?! NO! This is impo...its ridiculous!

Slapping her hand to her neck, she scrubbed at the two puncture marks, hoping it was a sick joke and that she could rub it off.

Cringing as the stinging pain, she dropped her hand. She was deathly pale, her eyes were huge orbs in her face. Her eyes widened and a gasp whipped from parched lips.

Shaking as shock crashed into her, her hand reached out to the painful bruise between her thighs.

There it was, two tiny holes...fangmarks...fangmarks of a vampire!

A scream ripped from her throat as two electric blue eyes loomed in her mind’s eye, his husky voice invading her mind...

** “Eşti al meu ... mi înger căzut. Toate mea, de acum până în eternitate.”

** “ You’re mine...my fallen angel. All mine, from now till eternity.”