From the Ashes (Witches of The Demon Isle Book 8) (2 page)

This William was not the wild one who’d just sucked her dry. This was the version of him she trusted, and loved. This was
her vampire
to the rescue.

At least her addled brain had gotten something right.

“You’re having bad dreams,” the vampire stated flatly.

She nodded dropping her head against his chest. “The worst.”

The vampire tensed under her relaxed demeanor, but she figured her dream, her rules; if she had any control before the nightmares inevitably returned.

William’s tension slacked off, his body sighing over the fact she was having nightmares. “I’m sorry I cannot stop them, Melinda. I’m sorry I seem to be the cause of them.”

“Stop.” She placed her fingers over his lips. Unconsciously he kissed her hand. “You saved me like you always do in the end.” Her head lifted to see his emerald eyes, her hand leaving his lips to slide down his chest. His mouth didn’t stay deserted for long, hers reaching up, lips tangling with his daringly.

Her dream. Her rules. If only for a few minutes until she either woke up or the nightmare restarted again.

She tugged at his lips, determined to stay locked within this moment as long as possible. William expelled a tempted groan. His response tentative at first, then giving in and matching her intensity, to a few seconds later in charge as if kissing her had been his idea all along.

It ignited heat into places Melinda tried not think about, seeing as she’d nearly died in this dream a few minutes before. What a bizarre dream. But if she lucked out and got stuck in this part of it…

The kiss cut short, Melinda suddenly on her feet struggling to find balance with William out of arm’s reach.

“Um,” she blinked rapidly, heart strumming both in the pleasure of his kiss and the dread that the nightmare was about to reset. William’s fangs punched out against his lips, eyes black and hungry.

But then his fangs shortened, retracting. Eyelids shut, a tense breath released.

“I’m sorry, Melinda.”

He took a few seconds to regain his composure.

When his eyes opened they were the emerald green she loved so much.

“I should not have allowed that to happen. I fear you think I am a dream.”

“Um…”
Huh?
And, dang it… was
um,
suddenly the limit of her vocabulary?

This conversation was different. Her eyes fixed on him in realization.

“Oh my God. You’re not a dream.” She’d kissed him thinking it was all still an illusion. Her cheeks got hot, now out of embarrassment rather than ignition being lit. Her skin got tight. Lips tugged at by her teeth, nervously. The beach way too big with nowhere to run and hide.

“I’m sorry, Melinda. I did not mean to startle you. It was not my intention to intrude into your dreams unannounced, however, in this case perhaps my timing was perfect.” And the fact she still desired to kiss him had nothing to do with that, he insisted in silent sarcasm. 

“God, I… I’m sorry, William.” Her heart stuttered across a few beats, both from being in his arms as well as humiliated he’d witnessed her chaotic nightmare. Never mind she’d acted like a crazy woman with no self-control and kissed him, after they’d promised never to do that again.

William’s jaw ground together in response to that all too familiar heart flutter that was so distinctly
his.
She tore her gaze away. Digging deep for control of her hormones. Dreamworld or not, they were ruling her every instinct right now.

“It’s not your fault, Melinda. I should have made you aware the moment I tore you off that pyre.”
And out of my fangs…

Popping into her mind to see himself sucking her dry is not what he’d expected. And it disgusted him to his core, even if only a dream.

“It’s all good, William. And the nightmare, it’s not your fault. None of this is.”

“Are you okay?” he questioned, his feet unconsciously shuffling through the sand inching closer to her.

She nodded, but it didn’t look convincing at all. “I’m okay. Really I am. The nightmare is my mind trying to… I don’t know what. Work through everything I guess. In it’s very messed up, human way.”

He smiled kindly. But there was a weariness behind it. “It’s been a long time since I’ve dreamed. I recall little about the process. I’m sorry for slipping into your mind unannounced like this, but I needed to speak with you. You are sleeping at the moment and I did not wish to wake you.”

That’s right. She was currently asleep in the hospital. Hard to hold onto that reality when you’re nearly burned alive or sucked dry by a vampire in a dream reality.

“Why haven’t you come to visit me?” She changed the subject, supposing she might be wrong as she had been asleep much of the last few days with all the sedating type drugs the doctor had injected into her.

He hadn’t let her go home yet and had kept her for observation since the end of the battle with the Feyk. Her physical injuries were healing fine, and she would bet her life that observation meant making sure she wasn’t going to have another breakdown, like after her parents had died (the first time, four years ago). Her brothers probably thought that losing her father a second time, topped with all the other horrors of what happened, would send her spiraling downward.

She was determined for this not to happen.

Yeah, as determined as she was to control herself around William, and that had already failed. And if measuring progress by her dreams, they’d probably lock her in a padded cell.

Oh, willpower, where art thou?

Her chin lifted, William’s fingers bringing her gaze upward.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not like I minded.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

His hand dropped, a sad expression on his face. “I suppose it is.” His gaze apologized, at the same time giving away the truth that he had not visited her in the hospital, until right now. And this wasn’t even for real, only through the connection they had in their minds. Which for all intents and purposes, was real, if not actually in person.

“I apologize that I have not come before now,” William told her, taking on a more formal tone. “There are few things in this world that could keep me from doing so. I’m afraid it’s
complicated
. You see, I’m not actually on The Demon Isle at this moment.”

“Um. Okay.” It took her brain a few seconds to comprehend what he was saying.

“I have to leave, Melinda.”

“What? Why? And what do you mean, leave? You can’t really mean to leave the Isle?”

He did not answer her questions, his vampiric, controlled composure failing a little.

“I needed to tell you my departure is not because of what happened between us. I have no regrets.”

That didn’t look true at all. She saw pure regret written all over him.

Her brain refused to think straight. William wouldn’t leave. He couldn’t.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, Melinda. But I must.”

“But…” she didn’t know what to say. “You can’t,” she stammered. “When are you coming back?” Tears welled. She refused to believe it. This was all still a dream. He was pretending to be real. She had needed him to save her inside the nightmare as he had in real life. As he always did in real life. And she was making all of this up. William would never leave. Period.

He reached up and wiped away the tears in a gentle sweeping motion. His touch sure felt real. But so did everything in this damn dream.

He appeared to struggle with letting her go, his hands cupped around her face.

“After this moment, I’ll be too far away to reach out to you in this manner again.”

The way he said it sounded so… final.

An ending she didn’t want and had no time to adjust to, or attempt to undo.

“Melinda, tell your brothers. Tell them e
verything,”
he instructed her. “Do not permit fear to hold you back any longer. I believe you can do this, and…” his hands dropped. His already strained smile fading into a forced attempt at one. “You should forgive Riley, Melinda. I see from your dreams that it might be difficult for you. But all things are possible with time.”

“Not all things…” she replied in hushed swiftness.

He grinned weakly. “No, you are correct. I said that wrong. Not
all
things are possible…” He leaned in with a purposeful movement and kissed her forehead softly. His lips were ice but his touch burned into her skin.

“William…” by the time his name rolled off her tongue, he was gone.

And Melinda was staring up at the ceiling of the hospital room, awakened from slumber. She took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. It might not have been a prophetic dream of someone about to die but it had been equally depressing nonetheless.

William had come to her, to say goodbye.

Why did he have to leave? If not because of them.

Cut down the middle. Again. A fresh slice reopening the wound barely starting to heal.

Was the dream of him even real?

Her gut told her it was. His words genuine. His fingers left a sting against her cheek. His lips, a soft buzz against her forehead. It was exactly the same as when he’d come to her after the battle and they’d finally admitted they loved each other. A love neither could act on in the real world. And she feared was the true reason he had left so abruptly, even with him claiming otherwise.

Melinda looked around the room. No William. Just her brother, Charlie, asleep in the chair. He must have returned to the hospital in the middle of the night.

She sat up, drew her legs out of the covers, and planted her feet onto the tiled floor. She had to make it home and stop William if it wasn’t already too late. He claimed he was already gone, but perhaps she could catch him. And stop him.

Why would he leave, if it wasn’t because of what had happened between them? What other reason would there be? And where would he go? This was his home. He lived on The Demon Isle.

Her heart pounded so hard she feared the sound of it would wake the entire hospital.

He can’t leave.

He can’t. He can’t. He can’t.

She’d just lost her dad, without even seeing him before he’d been killed by Eva Jordan.

And Riley… forgive him? She wanted to, so badly, but wasn’t even close to that. Besides, he’d left the Isle too. She had overheard Charlie telling Mack the day before.

Melinda imagined Riley might never return, unable to face anyone after what he’d done, unable to forgive himself. God, part of her had already forgiven him; it was the forgetting and accepting part she was struggling with. Riley came with horrible memories now. How could she get beyond that?

She needed to act fast if there would be any chance of finding and stopping William. The I.V. in her arm needed to come out. She reached to yank the needle currently stabbing her arm but a rugged hand got in the way and stopped her.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to get out of here, Charlie.” The panic was obvious in her tone and movements.

“No. Not until the doctor says it’s okay. You have to stay here.”

“No. You don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand?”

She held his gaze, her entire being ready to break, but said nothing.

If she told her brother William had spoken to her, through her mind, she’d have to explain exactly how that was possible. She’d have to tell him everything. The vampire had told her to do this, but how could she?

Bravery died fast and her head dropped, ashamed.

“Hey,” Charlie lifted her chin. “What’s going on in there?” He nodded at her head.

“I’m fine, Charlie. I want to go home.”

He forced out a thick breath. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. You’re still healing and…” he stopped and dropped his hand.

“You’re afraid I’m going to go crazy again, aren’t you?”

He sighed, this time frustration strong on his breath.

“I’m not in my bad place, Charlie. I promise.”

“You went through a lot, Melinda. You don’t miraculously get over that in a few days.”

Especially when the last time took me four years…
she scolded silently.

“Have you even been home in the last few days, Charlie?”

“Just for a short while. To check on Michael and Emily. And get some supplies. Shower.”

“How is she? And supplies for what?”

“Um…” what could he answer? Emily was a wreck. “Michael’s taking care of her the best he can. And I had to work up some temporary protections for the perimeter of the power source until we can deal with the situation properly. I refuse to chance the Feyk returning while we’re all…”

“
Dealing…
” Melinda finished for him.

“Yeah.”

Her brother, picking up the pieces like always. Keeping everyone and everything from falling apart. She hung her head, begging deep into her core for it not to, but the events of her recent bondage swirled around her mind like a freshly made wound. One that refused to seal up and heal.