Love Bites
Yep, I finally gave my story blog baby a name! Thank you
Brad Venz for the suggestion—It is absolutely perfect! Drum roll please!!
Nicolai
After my shower, I reach for a T-shirt and a pair of
pajama pants. After all, I do have a female guest. Well she really isn’t a
guest. It looks like she will be living here for a while, at least until she
learns how to handle her new life. That
will make a good story. We have been talking since we
met for lunch and decided to go away for the weekend to my House in Brookeville.
I can use mind control and make everyone believe it.
I decide to leave off the shirt. I never sleep in a shirt. She will have to get used to the way I am, if
she chooses to stay with me. I’m not
going to change my life for her, but I hope pretty soon she will come around
and not only share my home, but also my bed. I stare at the ceiling for what
feels like an eternity. I ease myself under the covers; my mind preoccupied
with her scent, her lips, the way she moves, her smile….
I open my window to let in the early morning
breeze. Taking in a deep breathe of crisp clean air, I marvel at the breathtaking
view. I can see the mountains in the distance, wondering if I’d rather live
there or the coast. Yes, I believe the coast would be the perfect place to
start a family.
Even more
breathtaking than the New England countryside is the beautiful young woman
feeding the chickens, and gathering eggs.
She may be our maidservant, but I love her more than life itself. Soon she will
be my wife; no matter what my father or her family thinks. I don’t care if they are poor, or that they
are Wiccan. I love her and she loves me. Nothing on this earth can change that.
Great! She will be going out to the garden to
gather vegetables and herbs for dinner next.
I
will have enough time to get dressed and meet her near the garden. I am tired
of sneaking around to see her. I could care less about father’s fortune. Money
doesn’t always buy happiness. He has plenty and since mother passed years ago
from a fever, he has never been happy. My other brothers have all accepted the
arrangements made for them. That is fine, it’s their business, but I see no use
in having a wife and going to the brothel and spending money to meet your
needs. What the hell are their wives for? They don’t cook, they don’t clean and they don’t
pleasure them. All they do is argue and fight. Sounds like a waste of time and
energy to me.
I have money saved up. It’s not a fortune but
it will buy Illia and I a small chunk of land and enough livestock to feed us. She is awesome with gardening, and preserving
food. What else do I need besides a roof over my head, food to eat and a lovely
wife to sleep with? I really don’t relish the thought of having to run away. I
will miss this place and my family. No matter how selfish and arrogant they are,
I still love them. But I love her more. I really thought I had convinced Father
to let me marry the woman of my choice until I told him it was Illia
”No
son of mine will marry a witch!” he had bellowed.
“Father!
She is not a witch, she is just Wiccan. They don’t go around casting spells on
people or sacrificing people to demons. Her family is kind and compassionate
people. Father have you not always
taught me to not judge others,” I had pleaded.
He had taken of his belt and before I could get away, landed
three good licks. Maybe leaving won’t be so bad after all. I wonder if she had
better luck. I hurriedly head out the door, and towards the garden, hoping to
evade any family members. I pluck a lovely daisy growing wild in the meadow, as
I smiled to myself patting my pocket with the ring inside. It is very simple
and no heirloom but it is a symbol of my love to her. I had the silversmith
make it into a knot to symbolize our bonds.
She
smiles as she sees me approach. “Nicolai! My love! It feels like forever since
I have seen you.” She throws herself into my arms, stands on her toes and I
still have to bend to kiss her.
My
head swims with the heat of the kiss, my body wanting more. I tell myself soon Nicolai, soon. I take her
dainty hand from my face and slip the ring on her finger. Her eyes darken.
“Nicolai?
Your Father agreed?” she should be happy yet she seems so sad.
“No.
But it doesn’t matter. I have enough money of my own for us to set up a
homestead of our own. You don’t care that I will not be wealthy?”
“Nicolai,
I have never had money so no, all that matters is that we can finally be
together.” She kisses me again .This time it turns to passion her hands
caressing my arms; my back, and then trailing lower. She gasps as she pulls me
tight into her and felt my desire pressed hard into her stomach.
‘I
don’t want to wait any longer Nicolai,” she says, her voice low and sultry.
“Neither
do I my love, the desire I have for you burns through my soul and body like
fire.I ache to run my hands all over your delicate skin. To kiss your body and
make you tremble under my touch. To be inside you,and hear you scream my name
with pleasure.
But
I want to do this right. There will be enough talk. No we will wait. ”My body
throbs, want to take her up on her offer. She kisses me deeply causing me to
come close to changing my mind. It will have to be soon, I can’t take much more
of her temptation. After all I am only human.
I
can barely make the words come out, “Let’s leave tonight. As soon as our
families go to bed, slip out. Meet me behind the stables.” It takes all the
strength I have to pull away.
“Yes
Nicolai it is time. We will have to go far away. My Father will be so angry. We
will have to go far enough away that he can never find us.” I could see the fear
in her eyes.
“They
will come to their senses when they see how right we are for each other, when
we give them grandchildren.” I wink an steal a kiss from her sweet lips. “We
just have to be patient. Once they see how in love we are…”
She
cuts me off, “No, Nicolai. You don’t understand my family. Father will never
forgive us. He wants me to marry within our clan. Someone like us, that
understands our life, believes in our powers. Father isn’t just wiccan like
mother. Father is more powerful.” She trembles in fear.
“I
won’t let him hurt you. I will protect you with my life.” I kiss the top of her
head in assurance.
“Nicolai,
it isn’t me I am worried about, it is you.” The
look in her big brown eyes was more than fear. It was pure terror. What has
that man done to her? If he ever lays another hand on her I will kill him with
my bare hands.
“I
am a big boy. I can take care of myself and protect you from harm. Now hurry
and get your chores done. Get your
belongings and I will see you tonight.” I playfully smack her on the rear. I can’t
wait till dark. One more day and she will finally be mine.
I
was so happy I felt as if I floated through the day. I tried to avoid everyone
I could, since my thoughts of Illia and
our first night together made my body hard. Not tonight. We will have to travel
all night. By sunrise we should be far enough away to get some sleep. Then
another night of travel should put us far enough away. Once there we can find a
Justice of peace and be married. I won’t take her until she is legally mine. I
have waited what seems a lifetime. I
fell in love with her the day her mother brought her in to help her. We were
both just children, but I knew she was my soul mate, and I hers. I am twenty
and she is now sixteen. Some women marry younger than that. If our fathers had
agreed I would have waited until she was eighteen. Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t be able to wait another week,
little less another year. It seems as if she turned into a ravishing woman
overnight; one day a chubby little girl, the next a sexy woman with curves to
die for.
I
get to the stables and see her sobbing. I rush around and grab her into my
arms. She was dirty, her clothing ripped, her face bruised.
“What
happened?” I was angry I just knew I was going to go kill this man for what he
did to her. I heard the crack of a twig but it was too late. I shoved Illia
behind me. Many hands grabbed me and pulled me into the woods. I look for Ilia
and see her being held by two men.
“Boy,
you made the biggest mistake in your life. How dare you to steal my daughter.
Horse thieves and cattle rustlers can be hung for stealing animals yet there is
no law for a man taking another’s daughter. Even if there was, you wouldn’t be
punished. Not the young rich son of Jacob Masters. No we would be accused of
casting spells to make you fall for our girl to take your money. I don’t want
your money.” He takes something out of
his pocket and the man with the torch steps forward. He holds the object to the
fire as one of the men holding me rips the sleeve from my shirt and bends my
neck down. Her father presses the searing hot object into my shoulder blade. He
and the others chant as Illia screams and begs,
“No! Please no. Not that Father. I promise to never see him again but don’t do
this. Please! Please! “Her screams are
deafening.
He
grabs my face and spits. “I curse you to walk this earth for all eternity as a
monster. You will feed as the animals. You will hide in the shadows. All will
hate and fear you. Your God won’t want
you and the Devil can’t take you. Your soul shall be doomed for all eternity.” The
others are still chanting, as Illia screams. All of a sudden, I feel two sharp
thrusts into my body. I thought the hot object was bad, but the knives were
worse .I could see them marking symbols on the trees with my blood. Illia breaks loose and runs to me. She pulls
my bloody body into her arms and kisses me and whispers in my ear; “I will find
a way to save your soul. Even if it’s a thousand years from now I will find you
and give you peace. Always remember how much I love you”. One of the men grabs her and I could hear
screaming as they drag her into the forest, promising to find a way to free me
from her father’s curse. Then, nothing but darkness.
I
struggle to catch my breath, to find the light of out the darkness. A strange
hunger burns inside me. My stomach aches, my head aches. It is like that first
day all over again. The intense sounds the intense light blinding me ,bringing
me out of the darkness, the strange yearning for blood. It was like the
bloodlust I fought all the years to control has returned. How can this be after
more than a hundred years of self
–control?
I sat up abruptly in bed drenched in sweat. A dream! It was just a dream. The memories
flooding back so real and vivid. I felt like I was back there even though it
happened more than a hundred years ago. All of it so real, the passion, the
excitement the pain, the hunger. I can’t be hungering yet. I have fed recently.
Why am I consumed by this burning hunger?
Oh Shit! It’s Merah!
Damn! I forgot she needed to feed. I slap myself on the forehead. How stupid am
I. She is merely a few days old. My blood will not sustain her. I will have to
teach her to feed. Damn! If she doesn’t hate me enough already, after this pain
she will hate me for sure. The drinking human blood isn’t going to win me many
points. Can my life get much worse? How much punishment should a man have to
endure, when his only crime was love? Until I was cursed.
No woman has ever gotten under my skin so much that I
can’t control my own thoughts. I have never
wanted another woman so much since Illia. Perhaps that is why I had the dream.
I grab my shirt
and run through the Great Room,then down the hall. Damn! Why did I buy an
entire floor! I practically push the door off the hinges as I barge into her
room.
“Merah, I am so sorry. Here take some blood from me until
I can find you someone to feed from..” I press my nail deep into my wrist. I
jerk the covers off the bed, blood dripping. Pillows? I see her bag is no longer on the
night stand .
Where in Hell did she go?
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