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Authors: S. E. Lund
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None of this was supposed to happen.
Someone discovered Michel's plans and tried to turn it to their advantage, planting a bomb that was meant to kill me. It can only be Blackstone. They want to prevent me from being used by Soren. My death would prevent him from taking power until he can create another.
Michel sits at Vasily's bedside and tries to think through who betrayed him. He looks back in time at everyone he's come into contact with but he can't think straight with both of us, Vasily and me, having been so near to death.
Someone betrayed him.
I'm intubated for a brief period until my brain swelling goes down and my breathing stabilizes. Michel sits by my side, holding my hand the entire time. Once I can breathe on my own, they put me in a medically-induced coma. When I've recovered enough, he'll leave me for good. But for now, he sits at my side and cares for me as much as he can, stroking my cheek, holding my hand, kissing my forehead, giving me his blood.
Then the day comes for them to take me out of the coma and he must say his final goodbye and part of him is starting to crumble, his resolve weakening. But he sees that this is the only way for me to be spared from the future he dreads.
He leans down and lifts me into his arms, kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my forehead, my neck where he bit me, tears blurring his vision. He hugs me tightly, wanting to prolong this as long as possible, hating this fate, but finally, he lets me go, laying me back down on the hospital bed.
He nods to the doctor, who infuses my I.V. with a drug to slowly wake me and Michel backs out of the room, standing in the shadows to make sure I do awaken. When the doctor nods to him, Michel knows it's time. Everything is in place to move me from the safe house once I'm stable. I'll go to the cottage in Ipswich where my foster parents wait for my return.
He leaves the room, the house, the neighborhood. Driving away, his intention to never see me again is firm even as his heart breaks. He thinks briefly of killing himself as a way to ensure he never comes back but now, in his transcended state, nothing but Soren's own hand can kill him.
He thinks of a way to achieve just that end. He must find a way to destroy both Soren and himself so that neither can threaten me. Planning this is the one thing that will keep Michel away from me, and will keep him from just immersing himself into one of the stasis tanks at the SCU for the next century, until he knows for certain I'm dead and gone.
We part minds and my face is resting in the crook of Michel's neck, my tears on his skin. I touch the ornate gold crucifix on a chain around my neck.
Michel gave this to me…
I sit up and look into his eyes, shaking my head, unable to speak. He tried so hard to avoid this. I can't blame him. I can't hate him, despite all the lies and omissions since we met. They were all motivated by a desire to be good, to be strong, to do the right thing. I'll stay with him, despite what I've read and his role in everything. All the lies – what do they mean when compared to his love?
Finally, I kiss him again because I know he's waiting to see my response, and when I do, I feel relief flood through him and he chokes up for a moment, pulling away from our kiss.
"I'm so sorry about everything," he says, his voice breaking. "I'll make it up to you. We'll stay here, away from that life. You'll study music. We'll move away, go to Wales if you want."
"No. I can't leave. We're going to find a way to stop Soren."
"No,
no
," he says. "Not after this."
"Yes," I say. "It's our duty. You know that. We can't run away."
He just shakes his head. When he starts to speak again, I silence him with another kiss, not letting him try to talk me out of it. Now that I know the whole story, how can I be selfish and ignore my responsibility? I don't let him pull away from me when he tries, and instead, I grind myself against him, my hands pulling him closer.
"I need you
now
," I say, kissing him, and I can feel his immediate response to the sound of need in my voice.
He can't resist me. I'm counting on it.
I pull my nightgown over my head and press my naked body against him and he gives in, running his hands down my back to my buttocks, which he grabs and squeezes, pulling me against his erection.
"Oh, God,
Eve
…"
I know he didn’t believe this would end the way it has and hope fills him as I move to the side so he can remove his briefs. I can't wait to feel him inside me, for I know that when we join, I'll feel his desire along with my own and I won't need much to have an orgasm. He holds himself for me as I lower myself onto him, gasping with pleasure as he fills me so completely, stretching me, and I clench around him. He strokes my breasts, rubs my nipples between his thumb and fingers, watching my face as I start to ride him, the combined sensations of me on him and him in me so intense.
Then, he runs his nail along the skin on his neck and a thin line of blood seeps from the wound.
"Feed from me," he says, and I stare at the blood. I read about doing this in the journal, but since we've been together, I have only consumed blood from the vial he provided me. I hesitate, but then I cover the wound with my mouth and suck and his body shudders from the pleasure. When the blood hits my brain, I'm in another place with him, and that place is pure pleasure that seems to go on and on…
I know he'll fight my desire to kill Soren, but I won't give in until he complies.
That, or I'll leave him and I doubt he'll let me leave him ever again.
CHAPTER THREE
"You shall know the truth and the truth shall drive you mad."
Aldous Huxley
The next few days pass much as they have since the bombing. Michel and I walk the beach together, stopping to remember when we met – again – and the few days we're back together are so happy and filled with pleasure, I shut off my mind for once, just letting things happen. He shows me memory after memory so that I start to feel our shared past rather than just know about it from reading my journal.
He can't deny me this time. When we've had our fill of each other, he'll let me back in to the life he tried so hard to keep me from so we can kill Soren. He's not said it in so many words but I've felt his resignation about it. He knows that unless he wants to go through the whole
drug me to make me forget
exercise again, I won't give up until we face what lies ahead. Until we find a way to destroy Soren and prevent Dominion. He's tried to keep me from being involved and it nearly cost me my life. Now, he
must
understand that I can't let it go.
It's my calling – to do what my mother failed to do. Help in the fight to 'cure' vampirism and prevent new vampires from being made.
To help prevent Dominion.
That night, we wear sweaters as we walk along the shore because the nights are now cool, the air crisp with a hint of Autumn. After our walk, we lie on a blanket on the beach and watch the stars, our hands clasped.
I want him to show me his memory of my mother's death. I haven't asked him yet, and have been blocking him from my mind so he won't know. But all day, I've been thinking of it – wanting to know how he felt and what he was doing when it happened. They knew each other and he was her liaison to the Council. As we're lying on the beach, I decide to ask.
"Take me back to the day my mother died. When you learned about it."
He says nothing for a moment. "Why?"
"I want to know what you know, how you felt."
He sighs. "That is not a memory you should have, Eve. It's not a good memory nor is it safe for you to know. It will put you at risk."
"How? I just want to know how you felt about it. What you know."
"I can tell you that Soren was responsible. He wanted your mother to turn over research to him, research she was doing for the Council to find a silver bullet to kill us all. He tried to compel her but she was immune, just like you. That’s where you got it. When she wouldn't comply, she died."
"Wouldn't killing her mean he'd never get her research?"
"No," he says. "There were others working with her. He wanted her on his side. He wanted to develop his own silver bullet – not one that would kill us all, but kill selectively so he could use it against those who resisted him. She was key, but her colleagues would be just as useful."
"I want your memory," I say, my voice firm. "You used your memories to convince me to stay with you. It's not fair that you get to use them for your own goals but not for mine.
Show
me."
He turns on his side and reaches out to stroke my cheek. "Please Eve. I'm asking you not to demand this. Ask me for some other memory –
any
other memory. This is somewhere you don't want to go."
"Or somewhere
you
don't want me to go," I say, and pull my hand out of his. "What is it about her death that you don't want me to know? "
He doesn't say anything for a moment, his expression haunted, his eyes huge.
"I was there."
"What?" A shock rushes through me. "You were
there
? When he killed my mother?"
He sighs heavily.
"You have to understand, Eve, that I was susceptible to his compulsion. I had no ability to stop what happened. I didn’t
know
what was going to happen and even if I did, he controlled me."
I reach out to touch him, to try to connect with him to see into his memories, but he blocks me, pulling away.
"Eve,
no
," he says, frowning.
"Michel," I say and tuck his hair behind his ear.
I move closer and kiss him. "Tell me the truth. Do you think I won't stay with you if I know the truth? Isn't telling the truth better than lying to me?"
"I'm not lying. I was there. I couldn't stop it from happening." He shakes his head. "You won't understand."
"Try me," I say and kiss him again.
Then he kisses me back forcefully, almost angrily, his arms wrapping around me, his mouth opening, his tongue touching mine. I feel his emotions when we connect and he tries to drown out my questions with pleasure, squelching my ability to push because I'm almost blinded by it. He rolls me over and lies on top of me, his wings unfurling, spreading out above us. He kisses me, my face, my neck, the curve of my breast as he unbuttons my sweater.
"I want you right now, here on the beach," he says, his voice breathy. His need ignites my own and I lie still while he opens my bra to release my breasts. He squeezes a breast and sucks my nipple and I can't help but arch my back, a moan escaping my lips.
"You won't get out of this so easily," I say, smiling in spite of myself as he starts to unbutton my jeans, tugging the zipper down.
"We'll see about that," he says, pulling my jeans off, the cool air making me shiver. He practically rips my panties off and then kneels between my thighs, pressing them apart, kissing all around my hips and thighs before claiming me, his mouth covering me, his tongue finding my clit.
I gasp from the pure pleasure of it, my fingers tangling in his long hair.
Overhead the stars are unmoved by the show of passion taking place beneath them, between some kind of strange and powerful vampire-angel hybrid and a small human female. I'm barely able to focus as Michel's tongue swirls around my clit, while he sucks it, making me shudder with pleasure. He slips fingers inside of me, stroking me.
"You're so nice and wet, Eve.
"It's all your fault," I say, smiling.
"I'm going to love fucking you."
I close my eyes and inhale when he begins to suck and stroke at the same time. It doesn't take long and soon, I know I'm close.
Then he removes his fingers and rises up, freeing his erection from his jeans, and he slides into me with a tortured grunt, his wings half folded. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him against me with each of his thrusts and I'm so worked up, so swollen and ready that, soon, my eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure.
I hear him gasp as he starts to climax, my orgasm bringing on his, and the combined sensation is almost enough to make me pass out from pleasure.
We lay together for a few moments, recovering.
"If you think I won't ask again just because you're so good at this, think again." I swallow, my heart rate slowly decreasing. "I didn't think plain old vanilla sex would be good enough for you, Michel."
I see his grin despite the darkness. "After a century of abstention, and these past two months without you, do you really think I could resist
any
sex with you, vanilla or otherwise?"
He slips out of my body and we just lie there enjoying the post-orgasm high, his face in the crook of my neck. He sniffs my skin, kisses his bite mark and I know he'd love to bite me and drink my blood right now, but he wants to wait until it's time for my feed.