Longest Days (The Firsts) (13 page)

His cock filled.  He couldn’t help it.  She was the personification of the woman he’d had dream sex with for the past year.  He didn’t know her.  How could she know him?  Didn’t matter.  His body wanted her, and badly.  He hadn’t removed his clothes, but before he could, she was suddenly there from across the room and had torn his shirt off completely.  The buttons went flying.  Why did that seem familiar?

“Do you want me to rip off the jeans?  Because I will.”  She said that almost calmly.

Daniel shook his head, and unsnapped the denims, slid the zipper down, and slowly began to peel them off.  She’d stepped back and stared as his legs were revealed.  Her eyes traveled back up.  He didn’t often wear underwear, he wasn’t now, and his cock sprang free, fully erect.  She stood still, watching.  When he dropped his pants in a heap next to his shredded shirt, she shoved him back hard against the rough-hewn log wall and jumped on him.

Daniel was surprised.  He didn’t even see her remove her clothes, but she was naked and hot against his skin.  She bit his lip, drawing blood, and all he could think was how fucking sexy she was.  He cupped her buttocks with his hands to support her and pulled her against him.   She slid down over him and they both moaned simultaneously.  He knew then.  However impossible it was, he
did
know this woman.  Intimately.  She rode him hard and fast, the friction and heat enough to ignite them.  And then they came, too soon, and he pumped into her as she cried out in a long deep moan.  His legs nearly buckled, but he kept his weight against the wall to support them as their bodies spasmed so she would not fall.

After the orgasms rocked them, she buried her head against his neck, and he held her close, his hands and arms wrapped around her neck and back.  This was too familiar, like he’d held her just like this before.  Then  she pulled back and looked him in the eyes.  God, she was gorgeous.  He thought how the dreams had lied.  Reality was so much more incredible.

The angel brought up a hand and caressed his cheek, then turned his head aside, and nuzzled his neck.  A sudden sharp pain ended quickly and then he felt extremely hot.  She was moving against him again, easily, slipping back and forth along his body. He felt her breasts, the nipples, her belly, her slit, against him and a euphoria that felt like heaven.  He didn’t know what she was doing to him, but it rivaled sex with her and he nearly came again, even though he wasn’t inside her anymore.  It took everything he had to keep from falling to the floor.

Eillia loved Daniel’s blood.   Needed it.  Sex and blood belonged together for vampires.  But when there was a spiritual connection, it was even more spectacular.  Vampires believed there was nothing else on this earth better than sex and blood with a mate.  He smelled so intoxicating.  She had to admit now.  She could mate with Daniel.  She’d never thought of Hamid as mate.  Their love had been epic and beautiful.  But her body knew, her heart knew…she could spend all her lifetimes with Daniel. 

She finished feeding and sealed his wounds.  The last thing she wanted was to move away from him, but she realized he was struggling to keep her up.  His legs would have given out during that explosive orgasm, but he wouldn’t let himself drop her or hurt her.  He didn’t know he couldn’t really hurt her.  He didn’t know what she was.

He was going to find out.  Tonight.

Tamesine stared at Alvin.  “I want her.  Those first bloods…they were my family.  And they think they’re better than me?  Ha!  I’m more powerful than all of them put together.  Probably.  I’m certainly more powerful than one of them.  You want to send a message to the vampire community?  You can’t do better than a first blood.  You kill one of us, you show your power and conviction.  You show you’re on the grid.  You show them exactly what you’ve wanted to do all along.”

Alvin wondered about how the universe worked.  Here, given to him unexpectedly, was the very tool he needed to make his point.  Yes, by god, he wanted the first blood.  He’d already seen what one could do.  What a coup to take one out.  He knew he was hunted.  He also knew they laughed at him for his epic failure last year.

He lifted his champagne flute.

“To success!  We go to Alaska!”

With a newly stoked fire blazing away in the fireplace, Daniel turned as the woman he’d just had amazing sex with came out of the bedroom, tying a belt around a fuzzy robe.  It suited her.  She was small, wrapped in white, her shiny black hair nearly to her waist  He was already a little in love with her.  Or a lot.  He didn’t know how, but he did know her.   As soon as he tried to convince himself it was just the dreams, he knew that wasn’t true.  Building and stoking the fire, he’d looked around.  He knew this room.  This cabin was not unknown to him either.   He wondered if he’d been here with her before in an alcohol induced state. 

She came over toward him and climbed onto the shabby sagging couch.  Her eyes didn’t leave him as he smiled back at her and came toward the couch.  He’d slid his jeans back on, but was otherwise undressed.

“Come sit next to me.  Here, pull this blanket up,” she said, and wrapped a heavy plush blanket around both of them as he sat beside her. 

They sat there silently looking at each other. 

“I know you.  Don’t I?”  He finally said.

“You do.  We’ve been together a few times.”

“So why don’t I remember?”

“Um, that’s a bit of a story.  I’m going to tell you, because I want to.  But it doesn’t change our future.  It means something to me, though, to see if you can accept me.”

“I think I just proved that.  We accepted the fuck out of each other a few minutes ago.”

She smiled and dropped her head, the curtain of sleek hair moving forward to cascade over her face.

Daniel bent forward and captured it in his hands.

“I love the feel of your hair.  I knew that before I even touched it.”

“Residuals.  Sometimes you have flashes of memory, disjointed, fragmented.  It’s not unusual.  I’ve played with you too much.  I have to stop.  But, Daniel, here’s the truth.”  She paused and looked away, then back.

“We’ve made love several times.  It’s always like this, intense, passionalte, for both of us.  We have a connection.  I don’t know exactly why, but we come together as if we were meant to be.”

“Like…fate?”

“Sort of.  You don’t remember, though, because I’ve wiped your memory.  I’ve compelled you to forget we’ve been together.  I’m not exactly like you.  I’m human, but I’m more than that.”

He calmly watched her, no reaction.

“I am a first blood vampire.  Yeah, it sounds unreal.  It isn’t.  Look at me, Daniel.  You will remember everything.”

He blinked, and looked nauseous.  Eillia laid her hand on his face to calm him as the memories flooded back and he realized what he’d lost. 

Daniel shook his head.

“What the fuck?  How could you do that?  I do remember you.  The accident.  Being here with you.  You saved my life.  I can remember you telling me what to do, and doing it.   How is that possible?”

“Listen to me.  I’m revealing my nature to you.  I am a powerful vampire.  There are many things I can do you can’t.  I’m still human, but much more.  Daniel, I am over a thousand years old.  I know it seems unbelievable.  But look…”

A sharp burst of air blasted into Daniel’s face.  And she was gone. 
What the…?

He looked around the room and saw her in the kitchen.  Then another blast of air, and she was beside him again, with a hot cup of tea in her hands.

“You couldn’t see me move because vampires can displace air and move through it so quickly, you can’t see us.  It’s a handy skill.  You understand?”

He didn’t say anything.  He just looked from her to the kitchen, the events bouncing around in his mind.    He watched her sip the steaming tea, and shook his head.

“I don’t.  But I want to.   Man, my mind is racing.  You couldn’t possibly do the things I just saw you do.  I only know one thing right now, and that is that I love being with you.  I don’t deserve you, but I can’t help it.  I want you.  Period.  No matter how crazy you are.”

Eillia laughed and handed him the tea.

“Well, that’s a start.  Anyway, I want to spend the night and day with you before things progress as they must.  I’m leaving in a few days, and I won’t be back.  But, as a gift to myself, I would like a chance to be with you, and have you know me, just this one time.   Are you alright with that?”

Sitting the tea on a little table, Daniel pulled Eillia to him and kissed her deeply.

“I’ll take anything I can with you.  Maybe you can explain what you are and I’ll believe it.  Maybe I’ll convince you to stay.”

“You can try, but I can’t interfere with your life.  You don’t belong in my world, Daniel.”

“I don’t belong anywhere.  I gave up that right a long time ago.  You need to know I haven’t been a good man much of my life.  I’ve done horrible things that can never be forgiven.   I can never relieve my guilt or earn absolution.  But I need you.”

“You have me.  Daniel, no one lives a life with no trouble.  But, I can see your aura.  It’s your life force, your spirit.  Auras surround every living thing.  And in people, I can see if you are good or not, or honorable or not.  Your aura is darkened, but not because you are a bad man.  But because you are a good man who is tortured.  I’d like to know your story someday.”

“No, you wouldn’t.  I may not be able to see your aura, but I know you are kind and gentle and perfect.  I would never subject you to who I once was.  Let’s just take this right here, right now, with what we are together at this moment in time.  Can we do that?”

“We can.  Want to join me in the bedroom?”

“Race you,” he said, and knew when the air blasted his face that she was already gone.

He walked into the room to see her on the brightly covered comforter, naked and stretched out.

“What took you so long?”

“Okay, I can see this is going to take some getting used to.  You know I have a lot more questions.”

“I do.”

“But not right now.  Right now, I’m going to take my slow human time and make love to you.”

Crawling up onto the bed and up her body, he leaned down to lick her neck.  

“I remember having blood on my neck.  You actually sucked my blood, didn’t you?”

“You are delicious, Daniel.”

He paused and looked at her.  “This is real, isn’t it?”

“Baby, it really is.  Do you think you can accept me for what I really am?”

“If you mean the hottest, sexiest, kindest woman I’ve ever known.  Yes.  I can”

He began on her nipples, and was suddenly on his back beneath her.   She’d vampire flipped him.

“My turn now, to taste you.”

His head dropped back as she used her tongue, vampire speed and skill, to bring him to another intense climax.

Later, wrapped in each other’s arms, he caressed her shoulder, his fingers slipping over the henna colored ink.

“This tattoo.  It’s beautiful.  What does it mean?” he asked her.

“It’s a triquetra.  It can mean many things.  To me, it signifies what we are.  Past, present, and future.  We are the combination of what we were, what we are, and ultimately, what we will be.  It’s all inextricably intertwined.   As long lived as vampires are, it means even more.”

“Yeah.  You said you were a thousand years old.”

“I am, Daniel.”

“That isn’t possible.  People can’t live that long.”

“
We
can.  We do.  But, don’t let that bother you.  I needed to tell you.  I needed you to know me.  I don’t know why, but it’s important to me.”

“I accept you, no matter who or what you are or were.  I told you, I’m a man who cannot judge anyone or anything.  I have no right.  It’s beyond me that I’m still alive.  I’m serious when I tell you I don’t deserve to feel this good with you.   Karma just hasn’t caught up with me yet.”

Eillia snuggled in closer and hugged him, sent her healing touch and he relaxed to fall asleep, happy and satiated, in her arms.   So did Eillia.

They slept through to the next evening, when they made love again, and dressed to go into the kitchen for food.   Both were starving, so Eillia vampire-sped a meal to the table.

“Damn!  I tried to watch you, but I couldn’t keep up.  You are freaking fast!”

“Vampires!  We define supersonic.  Anyway, try this.  It’s a combination of sweet and spicy.”

The meal was excellent.  Daniel brought the fire back to full as Eillia cleaned up the kitchen.

He pulled her to him and onto the couch, her body stretched out against his.

“I’m not letting you leave me.  You make me believe I can be the better man I want to be.  We’re too good together to end this.”

“I can’t stay.  You aren’t part of my world and I have to go home.  Once I get my life settled, I may be able to come back.  Don’t argue with me or I’ll have to use my vampire skills on you.”  She paused.  “There’s something I want to give you.   When I came here last year, it was the only thing I brought.   And I want to know you have it.   I won’t go into the year I had that brought me here, but this was left with me by someone who must have cared that I lived.  I think he saved my life.  It signifies love and hope to me.  And although I will never know who it was, I will never forget him.  But I can’t take this back to my life.  After I go home, I need to move on.  I can’t take it with me.”

She leaned down and pulled up the flak jacket she’d laid behind the couch.  The one that had protected her in the grave.  Laying it across their laps, she held it out to him.

“I want you to have this, Daniel.”

He looked at the jacket.  And began to shake his head slowly back and forth.   No.  No way in hell.  God, no.  It meant only one thing.

She
was
the woman killed in Vancouver.   He was the one who did this.   Who destroyed her world.    She could never forgive him.   This bond, this love they were developing.  It was karma getting him back.  It was all over.  His eyes shot to her as he felt like he was going to throw up.  He studied the beautiful amber eyes that he’d loved from the moment he saw her in the bar that night.  There would never be a way to fix this.  He couldn’t tell her who he was.