Alien Romance: Alien Heart (Scifi Paranormal Alien Abduction Invasion Cyborg Romance) (New Adult Mystery Adventure Shifter Warrior Short Stories) (48 page)
Authors: Emma Taylor
He lashed out at the villagers gathered there, grabbing the closest one and tearing into him without drinking a drop. He cast the man aside and reached out with both hands, plucking two men from the small group and slamming them together so forcefully that they died instantly.
Only three men remained and one was Gavin. Gavin, who had left him for dead in the woods. Gavin, who had killed his one true love.
Dallin focused on Gavin, and the other two men took the moment to flee, neither looking back. Dallin picked Gavin off the ground and threw him against a tree, leaping into the air and closing the distance between them.
He moved in until he was inches from Gavin’s face and kept his voice low and menacing.
“I will not kill you today, but someday I will. I will come for you when you’re least prepared.” He took a breath and waited, enjoying the terror he saw in the coward’s eyes. “And I will take my time with you. You will know the pain that you’ve caused me today, and you will never sleep soundly again. I will come after you. Until then, never forget that all of this death-this is all because of you.”
He turned his back on Gavin, his eyes settling on his sweet Esther as she lay on the ground where they’d shared tender kisses so recently.
Gavin ran through the woods, heading straight for the village. Dallin didn’t pay him any mind.
He knelt beside Esther, holding her wrist against his mouth. He bit her, draining, pulling all the blood from her before he sliced his own wrist with one sharp fang.
He held the wound against her lips, tears streaming down his face as he begged her to take a sip. Only one drop of the vampire’s blood had entered his mouth, and it had been enough. If he could get her to drink just a drop, she would live for eternity.
He yanked the stake from her breast, screaming in anguish before he attempted once more to force his blood past her lips and down her throat.
But she was long dead, and nothing he did would revive her. He laid out beside her, willing the torturous sun to end his life and release him from his pain.
Still hungry and fading fast, he fell into blessed darkness beside his love.
***
Epilogue
A soft voice called to him in the distance, and he blinked in the waning afternoon sun. His skin was hot, but he was still very much alive.
He shook his head, trying to shake off Esther’s voice calling to him. But it wasn’t Esther.
With a start he jolted awake, dragging Esther’s body backwards as he moved away from the cloaked figure before him.
Her face was barely visible in the shade of her heavy garment, but something about her seemed so familiar. Confused, he looked down to see if Esther was still there.
She was as dead as he’d left her, and the pain welled inside him once more. Unimpeded by the stranger before him, he wailed softly and buried his face in Esther’s hair, inhaling the scent of her.
A hand touched his shoulder, and he was surprised by the contact. He turned, looking again into the large hood and trying to see the face in the outline.
“Shh, Dallin. Don’t weep.”
“Do I know you?”
The woman chuckled, reaching out with her gloved hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks tenderly. A memory pulled at him, but his head was spinning from the grief and hunger.
“Sweet Dallin, do you not recognize your own mother?”
He sucked in a breath, watching with trepidation as she slowly pulled back the hood. The sunlight hit her skin, which immediately reddened with the contact. She replaced the hood, but he’d seen enough.
Genevieve Upchurch was indeed sitting before him, looking very much like she had the last time he had seen her.
“You’re a vampire?” His voice was incredulous, and he almost laughed at himself. It wasn’t hard to believe, considering what he was becoming.
“Come now, my child. We don’t have time to dawdle.”
Dallin stood, bending down to scoop Esther up. Genevieve shook her head.
“We can’t take her. I know your heart aches with a pain that won’t be healed, but there’s nothing to be done for her. She is gone from this world and beyond saving.”
She looked around, grabbed his hand and dragged him further into the clearing and north, toward the part of the forest that was forbidden. Dallin could hear movement in the woods behind him, but the source was impossibly far away.
Their legs moved swiftly beneath them, and already they were miles away from where he’d left Esther’s body. He tried to stop, but Genevieve pulled him.
“We cannot pause. We’ve more dangerous enemies than mere humans.”
“Where are we going, Mother?” He tried to yank his hand from her grasp, but she was impossibly strong and his heart wasn’t truly in it.
“Home.”
The End
It was close to dark. Noah climbed down from his horse, lashing the reins around the wooden post at the edge of the wide dirt road. He took a moment to kick the dust from his boots and tuck the end of his shirt into his pants. This was the last house in the area and he wanted to look as respectable as possible. None of the other families were looking to hire a hand, especially one new to the area who had a scar visible along his neck and down into the collar of his shirt. Whoever lived in this house was his last chance of making a living in this town and truly putting the darkness of his past behind him.
Ranger thrashed, rearing back slightly and pulling against the reins. Noah grabbed the reins and held them firmly with one hand, and stroked the horse’s neck soothingly with the other.
“Shhh,” he murmured, “Calm down, boy. What's wrong?”
The horse thrashed again and Noah was reaching up to stroke the top of his head when he heard a muffled scream coming from the house. The small home stood back from the road, but the sound was loud enough to get Noah's immediate attention. A moment later another scream, louder and higher-pitched than the first, pierced through the quiet calm of the night, seeming to cut through the thickly humid air to reach his ears.
Noah released the reins, jumped out of the saddle, and took off running toward the unmistakable sound of a woman screaming. Her pleas reached a fevered pitch as Noah's feet pounded into the ground, kicking up dirt as he pushed toward the house as fast as he could go. As he grew closer he could hear a man's voice joining the woman's. The deep, growling voice sounded slurred, but the fury behind it was clear. There was another scream and the loud crash of furniture just as Noah made it to the porch.
He reached for the handle, but the door was locked. Without pausing to knock, Noah stepped back and directed a forceful kick to the middle of the door. The wood splintered beneath his boot and he pushed it out of the way so he could enter the house. A shirtless man stood in the middle of the room looming over something on the floor. He turned toward the sound of the door crashing in and Noah saw a form on the floor shifting.
“Who the hell are you?” the man shouted, taking a step toward Noah.
Ignoring his question, Noah pushed further into the room until he could see what was at the man's feet. It was the destroyed remnants of a table, a woman lying amidst the shards of wood. He couldn't see her face, but watched as her body writhed in pain and shuddered with sobs. Noah was reaching down toward her when he felt a massive hand grab him by the back of his shirt and yank him backwards.
“What are you doing in my house?” the man demanded.
“What did you do to her?” Noah asked, pulling out of the man's grip.
“What I do with my wife is none of your concern. Get out of my house.”
The man shoved Noah roughly toward the door, and Noah saw the woman sit up slightly to reach toward her husband.
“Caleb, stop,” she whimpered.
Caleb stepped back toward her and cracked the back of his hand across her cheekbone. The woman crumpled back onto the remnants of the table, covering her face with her hands and crying with greater intensity. Rage boiled in Noah's belly and he surged forward. His fist connected with the side of Caleb's head and the drunk man spun around, punching back ferociously. Noah tasted blood, and could barely focus through the fury building inside him.
Noah punched again. He hit, and heard a sickening crunching sound from Caleb's nose. Caleb stumbled across the room. His hand slammed down onto the top of chest against the wall, and came back up holding a small gun.
“Oh, God. Please, no, Caleb,” the woman begged, gripping the pieces of wood around her as if trying to pull herself to her feet.
“Shut up, woman!” Caleb shouted, sending saliva through the air.
Fearless from adrenaline and anger, Noah rushed forward and grabbed the gun with both hands. Though Caleb was slightly larger than Noah, Caleb’s drunken state made him unstable. In the struggle that followed, Noah fought to maintain control of the gun while attempting to force Caleb away. He tried to look over at the woman on the ground, but Caleb fought back with an intensity that forced Noah to keep his attention on the fight and the weapon between them. The look in Caleb's eyes was like a frenzied animal, and his teeth were clenched so hard that Noah could see the veins in his neck throbbing.
A single shot splintered the air around them. The woman screamed again, scrambling backwards over the broken table to cower closer to the fireplace. Noah drew in a breath and stepped back away from Caleb, looking down at the blood splattered across his chest. He lifted his eyes to Caleb's just as the man dropped to his knees and fell forward, clutching the wound. Blood seeped out from between his fingers, pouring across his pale skin and pooling onto the wooden floor beneath him.
Gurgling sounds rose from Caleb for a few seconds. Then he fell quiet. Noah stared down at him and let the gun fall from his fingertips onto the floor beside the dead man. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and the harsh, trembling sobs coming from the woman across the room.
Stepping around Caleb, Noah crossed to the woman. Curled protectively in on herself, she lay on the floor with her arms covering her head. Noah touched her arm and she recoiled. He crouched down and rested his hand on her arm again.
“It's alright,” he said as calmly as he could, “You're safe now.”
After a moment, the woman turned her head to look up at him. Even through the tears were still pouring down her cheeks, her pale, blue eyes were startlingly beautiful. She launched herself into his arms, clinging to Noah as if terrified that Caleb was going to get up again.
“Help me,” she whispered desperately.
Noah wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently like a child, patting her back and he murmured quieting sounds.
“You're safe,” he repeated, “He's gone. He'll never hurt you again.”
***
Emma pulled out of the strange man's arms as his words sank in.
“You killed him,” she gasped.
Panic shot through her even as the tension she had held in her muscles every day since she married Caleb began to fade. The man released her, but stayed crouched down close enough that she could look directly into his face. He looked calm, but there was something behind his eyes like the first dark clouds of a storm rolling into the sky.
“Are you hurt?” he asked as if choosing to ignore her statement.
Emma barely knew what it meant to not be in pain or terror and for a moment didn't know how to respond to his question. She forced herself to evaluate her body, allowing an awareness she had taught herself to ignore during her years with Caleb. A deep ache radiated from her hip where she hit the ground and she could feel bruises forming on her arms, torso, and cheek. Sharp pains in her back told her that when Caleb had thrown her through the table, pieces of the wood had torn through her dress and cut into her skin.
“I'll be alright,” she said quietly. They were the same words she always used to comfort herself when Caleb beat her.
The young man placed a gentle hand beneath her cheek and turned her face to look back at him. She saw his honey-colored eyes sweep across her and then felt his thumb brush over her cheek to wipe away a tear.
“I have to leave,” he said. Emma felt the panic sharpen in her chest.
“No,” she said, “I can't stay here,” she said frantically.
“I can't be found here when the sheriff comes to take your husband. If I am, I'll be arrested for murder. I have to go.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Emma asked desperately, watching as he climbed to his feet.
“Tell them the truth. Tell them he was mistreating you and that an intruder shot him.”
He turned to the door and Emma climbed to her feet, reaching out to grab the back of his shirt.
“Where are you going?”
“I don't know,” he said, something dark flashing in his eyes, “There aren't many places for me to go.”
“Take me with you,” she said.
He gave her a strange look and tried to step away, but she held fast to his shirt.
“Please,” she said softly, “Please let me go with you. I can't be in this house with him for another minute, even dead, and I can't stay once they find him. What if they suspect me? I'll be an outcast. I can’t stay here!”
The man looked at her with sympathy in his hard eyes, as though to apologize. He turned away. Desperately, she grabbed his arm to stop him. He turned and looked at her, and she met his eyes pleadingly.
“Please,” she whispered.
Emma could see the change in the man's eyes before his shoulders dropped slightly.
“Get what you need. You have two minutes before I leave.”
“Thank you.”
Emma released the man's shirt and rushed across the room to grab Caleb's old leather satchel. She dumped what was inside the satchel onto the floor, and shoved what little clothing she could inside. Adding her mother's locket from her jewelry box, Emma buckled the satchel and glanced around the space a final time. She knew deep in her heart that as soon as she stepped out of that door she would never see this house again, but she felt ready to leave it all behind.
The man reached for the satchel and Emma handed it to him. She stepped around Caleb's body and braved a look down at him. For the first time she gazed at her husband without fear in her heart. One hand lay flat in the blood beside him and Emma's eyes fell on the gold band around one finger. She had a sudden notion to take it with her; it was valuable after all. She leaned down and tugged the wedding band off of his finger, shuddering at the feeling of the still-warm blood against her skin as she let his hand fall back to the floor.
Emma stood and withdrew her handkerchief from the pocket of her apron. She wiped the blood off of the ring with the handkerchief, then placed both back into her pocket. She stepped over Caleb and moved toward the door, having no more need to look at him. The stranger stood on the porch, his beautiful face barely visible in the moonlight, and she stepped forward out of the house. Crossing through the broken door and into the humid night, it felt like she was stepping out of her shattered life and into something that was dark and unknown, but more open and free than she had ever known.
She paused on the porch long enough to fill her lungs with the fresh air, breathing out the scent of the ashes in the fireplace and the sting of Caleb's blood. Ahead of her, the man was fastening her satchel to the side of his horse. Emma stepped down off of the porch and ran toward him, suddenly breathless with the desire to get away from the house.
“You can ride, I'll walk,” he offered, but Emma shook her head at him.
“We can take the wagon,” she said, keeping her voice low, as if fearful that whatever waited in the night beyond would hear her.
The man looked at her quizzically. Emma gathered her skirts away from her feet to run toward the barn several yards away from the house. She could hear the man following her, and when she threw the heavy latch on the barn door, he stepped up beside her to help her pull the door open. Moonlight illuminated the inside of the barn faintly, revealing the shape of the small covered wagon in the corner. It had been there for more than a year, but she was sure it was in good enough condition to get them away.
Without a word, the man moved to the stalls on the side of the barn and took out the two horses. He released the door for the cow stall and let it stand open.
“She'll wander away and someone will find her,” he said.
Emma felt warmth fill her chest at his concern for the animal and watched as he hooked the horses up to the wagon and forced them forward. She followed behind as he drove the wagon out of the barn and toward his horse, where he jumped down, tied his own horse to the back of the wagon, and then climbed back onto the front bench. He looked down at her and Emma scrambled up beside him, and then through the flap into the covered part of the wagon.
She sat up on her knees and stuck her head back through the entrance to the back of the wagon to look at him.
“I'm Emma,” she said.
“Noah,” he said, wrapping his hands tighter around the reins.
“Thank you, Noah.”
Emma sank back into the wagon and felt it lurch beneath her as Noah snapped the reins and drove forward away from the house and into the night.
***
Emma didn't know how long they had been riding when the bounce of the wagon stopping woke her from a deep, dreamless sleep. She had stretched across a pile of quilts and let the rocking of the wagon lull her away from the fear and the horror she left behind. For the first few minutes she rested there, she could picture Caleb's blood soaking into the floor, but soon the movement of the wagon and the rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves on the ground washed away the image, and the world disappeared into welcome darkness.
Even before she opened her eyes she could sense the glow of early sunlight coming through the canvas stretched taut over the curved wooden hoops that made it look like she was lying in some great ribcage. She lay there with her eyes closed for several long seconds, reluctant to open them, worried that when she did she would discover that she had somehow dreamt it all. She feared that when her eyes opened she would be in the wagon on her way from her home in the East with Caleb on the bench in front and the years of torturous marriage were still ahead of her.