Fated (5 page)

Flooded with panic, I struggled to sit up.  How could he have no heart beat?  It wasn't possible.  My mind was filled with anxiety and confusion as I desperately tried to come up with an explanation that made sense.

“Josephine,” Stefan said.  His hand wrapped gently around my arm, keeping me in place.

“What are you?” I sputtered, my own heart racing even faster.  I placed a tentative, shaking hand over his chest, hoping that I'd been mistaken and I'd feel the steady strum of his heart underneath my hand.

I felt nothing except his cool, velvety skin against my fingers.  My eyes searched his and I could tell by the expression on his face that I wasn't going to like his answer.

“Josephine, I did not want you to find out this way.”  He looked away for a moment, focusing on the wall.  His blue eyes were somber and his shoulders were tense when he finally looked back to me. “I am a vampire.”

Chapter 2

He's a vampire? Everyone knows vampires don't exist.  They're mythical creatures, like unicorns and werewolves.  I glanced at Stefan's face skeptically and waited for the punch line.  After studying his solemn face for a moment, it started to sink in that he was serious.  He was a vampire, the stuff of legends.

A nervous laugh escaped as I considered his words.  A vampire?!?  I yanked my arm away from him and jumped up from the bed to frantically pace the room in search of my robe.  I couldn't help but wonder why I was worrying about a robe since he'd seen every part (and I mean
every
part) of me intimately.  If nothing else, it gave me something else to do besides think about the supposed nonexistent creature sitting on my bed.  Nervously chewing my bottom lip, I continued to pace, spotting my robe on the chaise lounge chair.  I pulled it on and tied the belt tightly around my waist.  Now that I was dressed, I had a million questions to ask him but no idea where to begin.

“Josephine, please let me explain,” Stefan begged, pulling his large frame up to a sitting position, his blue gaze intense as he watched me continue to pace the room.

“You're a vampire.  And you chose me for dinner? Is this what you do, Stefan? Pick up unsuspecting women, seduce them and then...bite them?  Or kill them?” I asked, feeling traitorous tears burn my eyes.  A tumble of confused thoughts and feelings assaulted me.  Was I just another woman he'd seduced, used for sex and was going to throw away?  The urge for me to emotionally shut down was tempting.

“Is that what you think? That I chose you for dinner? Josephine, I have been waiting for you for many years.  And here you are,” Stefan murmured, reaching for my arm, the weight of his hand stopping my rapid pacing.  “Please.  All I ask is that you listen to me for a moment.  I beg you.”

Sighing heavily, I let my eyes close as I considered his pleas for me to listen and my situation.  I'd found a vampire that claims he's been waiting for me for years.  I'd willingly brought him home with me and had sex with him.  And not just
sex
, but 'mind-blowing sex that made me want to lose my mind' kind of sex.  I took a shaky, deep breath in and exhaled slowly.  When I opened my eyes, I felt slightly calmer.  I noticed that he was still sitting motionless with his hand on my arm, like a beautifully carved statue.  My earlier resolve to shut down was crumbling.

“You can explain in a minute but I have questions.  How old are you?” I asked uneasily.  His eyes met mine for a moment, his expression dark and his mouth was set in a narrow line.  The silence between us grew tight with tension and a cold knot gripped my stomach as I waited for him to answer.

“How old am I now or how old was I when I became a vampire?”  Stefan questioned softly, the accent in his voice heavier than before.  The self-assured, swaggering man I'd met on the beach was gone, replaced with this subdued and hesitant version of himself.

I promptly decided I preferred the confident, cocky version to one sitting before me now.

“Humor me.  Both,” I blurted out, sitting down nervously on the edge of the bed and tucking my legs underneath me.

Stefan stood and his naked form was impressive even in the shadows of my bedroom.  I watched his back muscles tense as he walked to the opposite side of the room and braced his arms against the window frame, his blond head falling forward.  My eyes unintentionally started tracing down the toned expanse of his back and lingered over his taut ass.

In spite of the situation I'd gotten myself into, my desire for him coiled in the pit of my stomach.  I already had feelings for him that had nothing to do with rational thought or reason.

“My human life ended in 1070.  I was 33 years old when I became a vampire,” Stefan glanced at me over his shoulder, pushing off of the window frame.  He averted his eyes and focused on the floor as if deciding what to say next.

I sat in a stupor as I mentally worked the math out in my head.  He was 975 years old?!  My poor mind had gone into a state of overload.  To give myself a chance to recover, I started firing off questions about vampire legends.

“Mirrors?”

“Myth.”

“Sunlight?”

He sighed irritably.  “Another myth.  It is bothersome to our eyes more than anything. Sunglasses help.”

“Garlic?”

“Unpleasant to smell.  No worse than any other human food.  Do you have more vampire legends for me to dispel?”

“One more.  Do you sleep in a...” I hesitated, rolling my eyes at my own absurdity.  I'd just had sex with this gorgeous creature in front of me and
now
I was going to be shy about asking him questions?  I really did need to look into mental help.

“A coffin?  No.  I sleep when I want to sleep.  Day time.  Night time.”  Stefan finished my sentence and dropped beside of me, his hand rubbing up and down my arm.  I settled against his shoulder, both physically and mentally drained.  After a moment I felt the weight of his head rest lightly on top of mine. “I truly did not want you to find out this way.  There really is not an easy way to break this to someone, Josephine.”

“If you're a vampire, why didn't you bite me?  And why tell me anything?” I cringed after I asked that question.  I was glad to see my lack of internal filter and verbal diarrhea was still working properly.

Stefan laughed softly, his chest moving against me.  I heard a soft click.  “Josephine, look at me.”

Raising my head to look at him, I gasped when I saw the proof I couldn't deny.  Fangs.  My dream man had blond hair, blue eyes, a face like an angel, a body like Adonis and fangs.  Sexy fangs.  My fingers unconsciously lifted and started to reach out to touch them.  I realized what I was doing and nervously dropped my hand into my lap, clasping my hands together.  Stefan smiled, his fangs retracting and disappearing before my eyes.

“As strong as my urge is to bite, making love to you was more important.  The way I tasted you earlier was better than simply biting you.”  Stefan waggled his eyebrows, causing a blush to spread across my face.

“Is biting me something you want to do?” I asked curiously, feeling moisture pool between my legs as I thought of his fangs slipping into my skin.  Stefan immediately noticed my arousal, his nostrils flaring and his eyes darkening in response.

“Ah, Josephine.  Biting you is something I would enjoy.  You would enjoy it as well.  But I will only do it with your consent,” Stefan paused and his hand smoothed my hair behind my ear.  “To answer your other question, I told you because I have been looking and waiting for you for over 200 years. You are more perceptive than I had assumed you would be.”

I was torn between wanting to run for Georgia's villa and having my way with him.  Or both.

“I need a minute.  Maybe ten,” I stuttered, walking from the bedroom into the bathroom and closing the door with shaky hands.  I sank down on the cold tile of the bathroom, my head in my hands.  I alternated between hyperventilating and dry sobbing.

Minutes passed.  I lost track of time as I sat huddled on my bathroom floor until I felt ready to face him again.  My legs were still shaking when I finally stood up and turned on the tap, splashing my face with cold water.  I patted my face dry and took a moment to look at myself in the mirror, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. With no real answer coming to mind, I let out a tired sigh and walked back into the bedroom.  Stefan had put his jeans back on and was standing at the window again, his hands shoved into the front pockets.

“You and I have much to discuss.  It is late and you are tired.  Can we resume this tomorrow?” Stefan asked, his face heavy.  His eyes never left the window, refusing to look at me.  He'd heard my meltdown and he was still here waiting for me.  That had to mean something.

“I want you, Stefan.  I don't care what you are.  I just want you,” I said aloud before I could stop the words from falling from my mouth.  "You, Stefan.  Only you."

His eyes quickly darted to mine in surprise.  Wanting to prove my point, I boldly untied my robe and let it pool around my feet.  I took small, tentative steps towards him, my gaze never faltering.  I stood inches from him, moving my hands over his long arms and across his chest.   He closed his eyes, dropping his head against his back and he groaned loudly in approval.

Grasping his biceps, I pushed him backwards until his legs touched the bed.  I gave him a gentle shove and he fell back against the mattress, his broad torso spread across the middle of the bed.  Before I lost my nerve, I straddled his hips and my hands traced down the muscles of his chest, brushing through the fine blond hair around his nipples.  I leaned down to let my lips lightly caress the curve of his jar and let my breasts press against him.

“I desire you more than anything, Josephine.  You must believe me,” Stefan murmured, his voice melodic.  His hands drifted across my lower back to encircle me in his arms, pulling me tightly against him until our faces were so close that I could feel his cool breath wash across my face.

“Stefan, I want to believe you.  I want to believe you've spent 200 years looking for me.  Anyone that I've let get close to me has left me or lied to me.  And all of this is almost too much to believe. ”

“Then I will have to prove otherwise.  I will make it my mission to explain everything to you,” Stefan assured me, gently stroking my back.  I relaxed against him, giving myself over to the delicious feeling of his smooth skin against mine.

He pulled away from me and placed me gently on the bed with my head on the pillow.  He stood to unzip his jeans, quickly removing them to rejoin me in bed.  He gently rubbed his fingers over my cheek, kissing me chastely.  My lips eagerly attempted to deepen the kiss as I pressed closer to him, my leg hooking over his thigh.  His large hand gripped my leg and he lifted his mouth from mine, shaking his head regretfully.

“As much as I want you Josephine, we will not make love again until we talk.” Stefan leaned to kiss my forehead. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,”  I agreed and let out a sigh of disappointment.  He wrapped me in his arms and before I drifted off to sleep, I could swear I heard him purr.

***

Watching him sleep, I lightly traced his face with my fingers.  I was expecting to wake up this morning and find last night to be a figment of my imagination.  Not only was he real, he was still here this morning.

I struggled to remove myself from the giant that had wrapped himself around me.  Finally freeing myself, I grabbed a tank top and shorts and headed down the hall to the bathroom.  I slid the door closed slowly and stood with my back against it, my breath coming in excited gasps when I my earlier thoughts came rushing back. 
Last night was not only real, he was still here this morning!
  I sighed at my giddiness and tried to fight the smile that threatened to break over my face, taking a few moments to go through my morning routine.  I quickly got dressed and headed down the hallway to the living room.  I pulled back the curtains to my patio and opened the door to head outside on my back deck.

It was a beautiful morning, the sun was warm and I couldn't resist tilting my head back to enjoy the heat as it spread across my face and shoulders.  I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath of warm air.  I made short work of spreading out my mat, hoping that when all else failed, yoga and meditation would help make me feel more centered.  Right now, I'd try anything to make my brain stop over-thinking the events of the last 24 hours.

I couldn't have been more wrong.  It was a struggle to clear my thoughts during meditation and I grew angry when my mind kept wandering back to the sleeping vampire in my bedroom.   Finally giving up on meditating, I began my yoga routine.  I was half way through when I could feel eyes watching my every move.  I was in the plow pose when he finally cleared his throat to get my attention.  Slowly lowering my legs, I fixed my gaze on him.

“Yoga?” Stefan questioned curiously, leaning against the frame of the open door.  He was shirtless and his eyes were covered with sunglasses.  His body was pale in the sunlight and the fine blond hair on his chest and arms shined beautifully.
 
I shook my head to try to clear the thoughts about his arm and chest hair before I spent an hour waxing poetic about it.

“I've been practicing yoga for three years.” I shrugged and rolled my yoga mat up.  I suddenly felt shy and self-conscious in his presence, my earlier excitement waning as my insecurities reared their ugly head.

“It looks...interesting.  You are very flexible,” Stefan smirked, crossing his muscular arms under his chest.