Steal Me From Heaven (5 page)

He calls me by her name again. I cannot argue. I open my mouth and come down on his throat violently. He cries out in pain. The warm liquid begins to satisfy me. I drink as fast as I can swallow. The blood fills my mouth, and I swallow again. I close my eyes as I suck on him. He is now rocking my hips for me. I can no longer move. I feel the surge of pleasure between my legs and soften my grip with my fangs. He exhales. I do not want to pleasure him, not when he thinks of me as his first wife. I feel another orgasm approaching, but I fight it back down. He notices and grunts. He works my body even faster against his solid sex. I grow agitated. He keeps whispering her name. He is telling me that I am hurting him. Well, he hurt me first. He’s the one who got
me kidnapped by King Arthur. I was forced into marrying the King after he killed his first wife. Merlin put spells on me to make me stay, to make me obedient, to make me forget my real husband…Jacob. I was married to Jacob, and he found me again. The King didn’t recognize him. Jacob became close to the King to be able to get closer to me, and I fell into his arms again. When Arthur found out about the affair, he ordered me killed. Jacob rescued me, and we ran off to the woods and got new identities. Then I don’t remember….

I feel my fangs grow even longer. He is squirming beneath me. I hold him down by his shoulders. I feel different. My fangs feel like a weapon. I hold his throat, but I no longer drink.

“No, love, you don’t want to do this. You know most of it. Try to remember. We were together for many centuries living off the land. Arthur lost his interest in you after a while. Then Merlin cast another spell on you. He took your memories and put you in a deep sleep. Arthur did not want me to win and have you. You have been in my care, hidden for over two hundred years. I have been giving you my blood for the past few months hoping it would wake you up. It finally worked. I guess they knew you had awakened so they found you at my other home and stole you from me. Since my blood was in you, I could locate you. I rescued you two nights ago. I found Arthur and Merlin in the cavern but you were running away."

“I killed the King,” Jacob continued, “thanks in part to you stabbing him, and then I turned to Merlin. He begged for his life. He said he was finally free from tyranny. He gave me the hair and blood that they stole from you. I gave him his life. You were under an anti-aging spell up until then. I followed your smell to the waterfall. Men were chasing us, but I could easily outrun them. When I caught you, we jumped. You were injured. I gave you my blood but could not heal the wound in the water. You bled out, but not enough to kill you. I knew I had to turn you.” He shudders against my teeth. “Please, Marion, retract your hold on me. I have loved you for over fifteen hundred years. Remember me.”

I summon the poison back into my fangs. What he speaks is the truth. I can feel it. I may not go by Guinevere anymore, but I know I am her. He is my Lancelot, and he is my Jacob. I am his Marion, his Vampire bride. I am dead now; I will wake tomorrow with a new heart, a different heart, one that belongs to my husband. I sleep knowing that I am his forever.

Chapter 3

I wake up at sunset the following night alone in bed. After putting on my white silk robe, I walk over and slide the doors open to the sitting room. I sit down on the couch and stare around at the room.

Jacob walks back into the bedroom and turns his head towards me.
Come.
I do not hesitate at his command even though I feel like I am being ordered like a dog. I turn to close the doors behind me when they slam shut on their own. When I look back at Jacob, he is standing face to face with me. He is not dressed. I back up until the doors are molded into my spine. He advances. He tells me I should run. Then his features start to harden more than I’ve seen before. His eyes widen and appear darker than I’ve seen before. Next his teeth lengthen to almost two inches long. He lets out a primal yell. His bulging neck and shoulder muscles ripple under his skin. I fear him, and I fear that he hasn’t shown me the truth about what I have become. My ears are pounding as he silences his scream.

“I thought I told you to run,” he grunts at me. I knee him in the groin and spin to the right. In the blink of an eye, I am standing behind the chair. He leaps towards me. I jump and find myself on the ceiling holding onto the wooden crossbeam. He looks up at me and smiles. What game is he playing? I look at the open window, and I think to jump through it. He is getting ready to pounce. I make my move towards the night sky. He sees me, but it is too late. I soar out the window and fall. I hear him shouting as I see the ground fast approaching. I feel a gust of air as his arms wrap around me. He cradles me against his chest as we land. I do not look into his eyes. He seeks out my lips but I turn away. He lets out another primal yell as I hear his bones cracking. I smell his blood as it fills my nostril
s. I turn my head to his neck and bite him. I close my eyes. The blood is making my head swim. I feel like I am flying on a current of bliss. I open my eyes and see large black wings above Jacob’s head. We are rising above the ground. I release my fangs and lick the remaining blood from my lips. I do not want to drink too much and cause him to falter in his flight. He does not look at me. I now know how he feels when I act like a child and pout. He flies across the estate just above the tree line.

When we get to a large pool of water, he takes care in landing. My legs are released, and they fall to the grass. I look into his eyes and see that they are large and dark, with glimmers of light reflecting like a cat. He spreads his wings above our heads and folds them inward towards the center of his back. I hear his bones breaking, and he grimaces with discomfort. I walk around him and look. All I see are two red lines of blood trailing down his shoulder blades. I lick them. He arches his back as my tongue moves across his flesh.

“If I wasn’t already in the process of transforming, you would have hit the ground,” he tells me. “The change takes time to complete. I expect you should be able to do this soon. I wanted to show you another lesson. Number six; you can jump and land from great distances. Number seven; you can fly in time.”

“You scared me and told me to run. Really, you should get better teaching skills. At least let me know when school is in session.”

“I opened the window. I wanted you to jump. I thought the free fall would make you transform. When I saw that you panicked, I jumped after you.”

“Why wouldn’t I panic? No one told me we could fly.”

“Then you must have thought about it or you wouldn’t have jumped to start with. That’s your instinct. Listen to it.” He is standing over me pointing his finger into my sternum. Then he spreads his fingers out until his palm lays flat against my cleavage. Rising higher towards my throat, his hand grips my neck and turns my head to the side. He takes his other hand and pulls down my white robe exposing my bare shoulder. He kisses me softly on my collarbone before piercing my flesh with his teeth. I moan and slither in his arms. My robe falls to the grass, and he takes me down with it. We are on our knees, and he is still suckling on my neck, but he is drawing my blood out very slowly. He lifts me up until I straddle his thighs as he leans back so his groin is positioned for entry. I exhale as he slides me down onto his solid stick. I rock against his flesh as it probes deep within me. The night air is cool against my bare flesh. I look up through the trees and see the stars shimmering above us, the moon reflecting off the water as it makes a radiant glow streaming towards us as we make love. I close my eyes and lower my mouth to his neck. I drink from him as he drinks from me. I have never felt this satisfied. We climax together, our bodies convulsing as we hold onto each other.

His hand entangles in my hair, and I feel as though he is combing it with his fingers. He gathers it to one side and places it across my shoulder. I move away from him and break his love hold on me. He hisses.

“We need to talk,” I say to him. “I love having sex with you, don’t get me wrong, but it seems like that is all we do.”

“I have been without you for so long,” he starts to explain. I—”

“Please, don’t interrupt me. Let me finish. You have all these memories, and I have but a few. I feel like that is all I am good for. I need to be romanced, need to feel like a woman, a friend, and then a lover. I want your heart, mind, and body. I hope you want more than my body as well.”

He closes his eyes as I finish speaking. “I am sorry that I have treated you this way and made you feel like I didn’t love you. I will do better.” He takes me back to our bedroom. “My lady, I take leave of you now. Call if you need a drink. I will pick you up tomorrow night at nine. Until then, farewell.” He steps forward and kisses me on the cheek. I start to open my mouth to say something, but I remain silent. I watch him go to the closet, get dressed, and pack a bag. He leaves without saying another word to me. Our eyes meet as he bows his head to me, and then he closes the double doors to the sitting room. I am alone. I start to cry.

I page Jessica to see if she wants to come over. She arrives five minutes later. I am slumped on the couch in the sitting room. Taking one look at me, she rushes over and asks me what is wrong.

“I’m afraid I have offended him,” I say. “I told him that I should be more than an easy lay for him and that he should romance me. All we were doing was having sex. It’s great and all but I need a break. I want to experience things and see new things. I don’t know this world that I am living in. The technology alone is daunting. I am catching on very quickly. Some things seem familiar to me; others Jacob explains in my mind as I look at it, and still there are things that I have never seen or he doesn’t explain. The only places that I have been are in this bedroom, your bedroom, and the dungeon. I saw how big this house was when we were flying around the grounds.”

“Shush. Don’t talk of flying. Not many Vampires can do it. No one around here knows that we can, Jacob and I, and soon you will join us when you are stronger.”

“But how can I when I am not old in Vampire years?” I ask.

“Because he created you, he made you his bride, and he chose to give you his powers. Most of the others that he created do not share in his gift, only a select few,” she says. “What did Jacob say when he left?”

“He will pick me up at nine tomorrow night,” I explain.

“Then I guess it’s a date. Wear something nice. I can fix your hair and makeup if you wish,” she offers. I accept graciously.

“You knew who I was, didn’t you?” I ask her.

“Yes, I knew he found you and stole you back from King Arthur. I knew he had you hidden away during your deep sleep. I was the one who suggested that he give you some of his blood, knowing the healing qualities in it.”

“But how did Arthur find me once I had awakened?” I cannot understand that.

“I do not know. Jacob thought it was because of Merlin, but I think we have a traitor among us. How else would they know how to get to you and make their escape?” Jessica has a point.

We talk about Jacob some more, and I tell Jessica that I am getting hungry. She tells me that it is just my hormones, and that I should lie down. Morning is coming soon. She tells me good night. All I think of is Jacob, his body and his blood. I head over to the phone that I paged Jessica on earlier. I pick up the receiver and push a button that says ROOM SERVICE. I tell them that I would like Jacob to come feed me in my room. I do not know how else to do it. They tell me that it will be about fifteen minutes. I say thank you and hang up. I walk into the bathroom to make myself presentable. I am going to apologize to him and ask him to stay with me. He told me he wouldn’t leave me again, but here I am alone.

There is a knock on the door several minutes later. I open it with a smile on my face, which immediately turns into a frown. Standing in front of me is a man in a suit with a silver tray holding a large wine goblet. Inside the glass, I smell Jacob’s blood. I take the glass and slam the door shut. I sink into the couch and hold the goblet to my nose. I swirl the blood inside as if it were a dark brandy. Raising his life source to my lips, I part for him to enter. I have never tasted him this way, but still I enjoy it. His liquid is still warm, having been newly bled out for me. He is serious about not wanting to see me. I savor every drop as it slides down my throat. I search in my mind for his thoughts that are always present deep within but I am met with only silence.

I take several books down from a bookshelf in the sitting room. Opening the pages, I begin to read. I find that I am reading faster and faster as I go. The only thing slowing me down is turning the pages. The knowledge is endless. After finishing one book, I pick up another. I start to yawn.

I leave the glass on the coffee table and walk over to the big bed alone. Daylight is breaking through the horizon. I look for the remote to close the blinds, but I cannot find it. I throw the covers off the bed as I frantically search. The sun is creeping across the fields and soon will be streaming through my windows. I walk over to the drapes but they are so tall and heavy that they do not budge. Light is now even with the floor of the room. My foot gets caught in the rays and starts to burn. I scream and run for the bathroom. I put my foot under the water, but my flesh just falls off.

I notice the sun is reflecting in the bathroom mirror. I did not shut the door. I am trapped. I yell for Jacob. He does not come. My second day as a Vampire, and I will die. My energy soars. My mind echoes deep inside me.
CLOSE. NOW.
The blinds start closing and the darkness shadows over me. I am safe. My instincts do know what to do, just as he told me. I can move objects in my mind. That makes lesson number eight. I rise up from my crouched position and wonder where he must be. Why didn’t he come? Is he shutting me out?