Resurrected (36 page)

“It’s all about choices,
isn’t it? Life is about choices and well, this isn’t a real life I
live, is it? I don’t have to play by your rules,” he said then rose
to his feet. He pressed towards me as I backed away from
him.

“They’re right. I should do
what I want,” he said.

As he walked towards me, my
heart pounded in my chest and resonated in my ears as fear began to
take over my body.

“No,
don’t listen to them,” I said desperately. It was then that I
berated myself–
why did I stay, why didn’t
I run when I saw him
?

Startled by bumping into
the wall, a gasp escaped my lips. I couldn’t believe what was
happening. His eyes revealed his hunger, his wrath, his desire. I
began to weep and to beg for my life.

“Please, Brian, you don’t
want to do this. Think about it.”

“How do you know what I
want?” He replied. I could hear the hunger in his voice. My
thoughts ran wild. I wasn’t going to have a chance at living. I
wouldn’t be able to experience the life of a normal young woman.
Just like two centuries ago, my fate has been decided for me. Was
this my true punishment? To be given death the way I had for
countless other humans that were only to be my food? I didn’t want
to die. Now that I was looking death in his ravenous eyes, I
desperately wanted to live, to experience life to old age. My
earlier words of despair at my situation, I wanted to take back.
Even though I may have sounded as though I feared my human life, I
still wanted to experience it. I don’t think Brian recognized that.
Or if he did, the hunger in his eyes showed he didn’t.

“That is
never a guarantee, Deirdra. You of all people should know
this
,” Brian said entering my mind, reading
it and attempting to manipulate it.

“Get out of my head!” I
cried, using my last bit of will- power against him.

An evil
grin spread across his face disturbing his once familiar features.
He was no longer the man I had loved. He was not a man I could ever
be with. He wanted revenge. Brian didn’t love me or cherish me. I
kept repeating to myself,
He is a vampire,
run
! I was fooling myself into believing he
could be like me. But the irony was, he
was
like me–like my vampire self. The
longer I was mortal the less I wanted to remember about the true
nature of being a vampire. It was as though my delusions as a
mortal warped my sense of reality with him.

Brian stepped closer. His
body pressed against mine, with his face inches from my own until I
was crushed against the wall. Sliding his hand up my thigh, past my
crotch, and over my left breast, he then wiped the tears from my
cheeks.

“Hush now, it won’t hurt
much. You might even enjoy it,” he said slyly and before I could
say a word, he pushed my shoulders hard against the wall. His mouth
was instantly upon my neck, his fangs breaking through my
skin.

“No!” I screamed. The pain
was intense. With each drop of blood he took I became increasingly
numb and lightheaded. The pain started to fade and erotic pleasure
enveloped me. Closing my eyes, I moaned.

I felt his lips release
their suction at my neck. As soon as he slipped off my coat,
dropping it at my feet, he picked me up into his arms. He lay me on
the bed and leaned over me. I looked at him as he hovered above me
with my blood smeared on his lips. His eyes seemed to glow a
brilliant blue as hunger and fierce desire shone in
them.

Grabbing hold of my
sweater, with ease he ripped it open and reached out to fondle my
breasts. Unable to hold back his thirst, he leaned in closer and
pressed his lips against mine. His tongue found its way to mine,
fondling and playing with it as he kissed me deeply. The taste of
blood in my mouth was unpleasant. I turned my head from side to
side, trying to stop him from kissing me. He became more intense,
focused on what he really wanted. He moved his mouth down to my
breast and I felt his fangs pierce my flesh. I cried out and my
back arched delighting in the desire he stirred in me. The
sensation sent throughout my whole body was like
electricity.

I began to feel myself
fade. Forcing myself to open my eyes, the room seemed darker and my
vision became foggy. I saw a figure standing by the writing desk.
Following my compulsion to look, I made myself focus on him and
slowly he became clearer. Standing there motionless and silent, his
appearance was transparent-like. As I recognized him, a tear ran
down my cheek. It was Ezra.

“Good-bye
,” he said silently, his
voice lingering in my head. Then his body became mistier and
unclear until he disappeared completely.

I no longer had any control
over my body. I was on the verge of death and a sense of
peacefulness fell over me. I only wanted to sleep.

I felt
Brian push himself away from me and a sudden sensation of falling
came over me. Without warning, I felt something drip a few times
upon my lips and the liquid seeped into my mouth. In that instant
my tongue was overcome with a tingling sensation. All I could think
was,
my God it’s happening
again.

All of a sudden the
dripping stopped. Then after a few moments, I felt something wet
and solid press against my lips. I heard sobbing and I knew it
wasn’t me. I hadn’t the strength.

“Drink,” he said through
his sobs. I lay there, unresponsive. I knew what I was in for. Did
I really want it again? If not, did I really want to chance death
again either?

As his blood tingled in my
mouth, my thirst became unbearable and like a force not of my own
will, the power of the vampiric blood is what drove me to lap at
Brian’s bloodied wrist. The decision had been made for me. There
was no fighting it. Before I knew it, my strength regained itself.
Reaching out for his wrist I grabbed firmly onto him and drank
deeply.

As I did, everything began
to brighten. What began as a quiet thump soon became a pounding as
my heartbeat joined the rhythm of Brian’s. We were becoming one.
His mind melded with my own, his knowledge flowed into me like the
blood I drank. Everything from the joy to pain I caused him, to the
delusions he had suffered; from his manic sire to choosing to be
alone for his own safety. His whole life was known to me. He let me
in completely. And I let him know me, to know all that I was and
had learned and had experienced.

“That’s enough,” Brian said
coolly as he took back his arm. He had let me feed for
substantially longer which tamed the initial hunger significantly,
which I was grateful for. As he took back his arm, I released it
with care. I looked at him with a deep reverence.

Breaking us from our
moment, I heard a faint gasp. Looking at the door I saw Stone
standing in the doorway with a look of shock and horror on his
face.

“What have you done?” Stone
said, his voice barely audible. Confusion shaped Stone’s
features.

Hours
seemed to have passed since Brian fed from me bringing me across.
But in reality, it was a rather quick
endeavour.
From
when I first cried out in protest to Stone finding us as we were,
barely ten minutes had ticked past.

Sitting up, I looked at
Brian, then to Stone. They were so beautiful. A grin spread across
my face. My body vibrated as Brian’s blood changed me. It was then
that I realized how dim my vision had been and how heavy,
inflexible and awkward I was in my mortal body. My body felt so
light and the aches and pains of being mortal had dissipated. The
sensations that befell me, I knew too well. Nothing had changed so
far from my first embrace to this one.

Like a fumbling lover, a
voice entered my mind. I heard Stone’s thoughts as I looked at him,
as I let myself concentrate on him and him alone. I couldn’t help
but grin again. I was able to manipulate my abilities so much
quicker. I found this both amusing and interesting.

“What the hell have you
done, Brian?” Stone asked. He clearly heard my cries of distress
but thought he was imagining things. It wasn’t until he heard me
cry out again that he figured he should see what the commotion was
about.

Standing in the doorway, in
a near slumber state, he tried to decipher what he heard and what
he was witnessing. Stone tried not to be angry with himself for not
coming sooner. However, as he put two and two together, he was
overcome with disbelief and I felt his anger grow to disgust
towards Brian. He had known that I hadn’t asked to be brought
across again. At first I couldn’t figure why he was reacting as he
was. It wasn’t until I eavesdropped on his thoughts and discovered
a painful truth. Brian’s actions against me reminded Stone of what
Brenna had done to him. My grin faded and I realized he was a
vampire.

Looking at each other in
awe and in slight horror, neither one of us could fully comprehend
what had happened to the other. Although, I had to admit, as a
mortal he was a beautiful man and as a vampire he was quite
impressive. Everything about him was intensified. His sensuality
that I was so drawn to before, when I had come back a human, I now
realized that it was the vampire blood at work.

I felt myself flush with
Stone’s sexually charged thoughts. Things were suddenly very
different between us.

Unable to handle the
intensity, I broke his gaze and looked at Brian. Slipping off his
coat, he handed it to me. It was only then that I realized that I
had been standing there with my sweater torn and my breasts
exposed. Unabashed by my situation, I grabbed onto it anyhow,
slipped it on and closed the zipper.

Seeing the desperation, the
worry and fear in Brian’s eyes, I stepped closer to him. Leaning in
towards him, I whispered into his ear.

“Thank you for giving me
this life,” I said, my lips grazing his ear. I felt him shiver at
my touch. “I don’t hate you for doing what you thought was right.”
I pulled back and gave him a warm smile. Becoming disoriented,
waves of nausea made me fall to my knees.

“Oh God, no…” This was the
part I dreaded, I had hoped it would not happen. That was foolish.
A wide range of emotions flooded over me, and I experienced them
all. As my body died the vampire blood revealed to me the demon,
the bloodlust I would always succumb to, which was already
beginning to flourish within me. The emotions experienced were
painful, almost more so than the physical agony, which was the
first to dissipate.

It seemed
liked hours before I felt better. My body vibrated as the vampiric
blood continued to change me. c In the past I had found it
unnerving and uncomfortable, but this time around I recognized it
and embraced the sensation wholly. Taking deep breaths, I slowly
regained myself. I was finally able to decipher
my
feelings from those the blood
bombarded on me.

Walking over to the bed, I
sat on the edge and gestured for Stone to sit with me. Meanwhile,
Brian sat at his desk and watched us in silence. It wasn’t until
then that I realized how silent he truly was. The cloak had been
lowered between maker and fledgling. I always found this part a sad
aftermath of such an intense bond otherwise. Nevertheless I did not
allow it to sadden me too much. I was going to live this immortal
life differently, I swore to myself. I was not going to linger in
my sorrows. I was not going to let fear get in the way of anything
I desired. This was going to be a most interesting time for me. I
knew naught of what I would allow myself to do, I knew naught of
what I would become.

Looking into Stone’s
multi-hued brown eyes, I couldn’t help but get lost in him. Waking
myself of lustful thoughts, I reached out for his hands and took
them into my own. Bringing them up to my lips, I kissed him
gingerly and released them.

“If it’s not too painful,
can you tell me how it happened? Why would Brenna do this to you?”
I asked, genuinely curious. Stone stayed silent for a moment. I
could see he didn’t have any qualms about sharing, he only wanted
to choose his words carefully.

“Brenna and Kristine took
me,” he said, lowering his head in shame. He told me about the
horrors of his life.

“They fed upon me for over
a month. They kept me weak and when they would take too much,
Brenna gave me drops of her blood to keep me alive.” Stone paused.
He fought to keep his emotions intact. “I had lived through two
beatings–the latter one, the worst of all. I prayed for death, but
for some twisted reason, Brenna felt something for me that I did
not for her and she made me her fledgling.

“It was only after I had
been brought across that I learned of your…” he paused, “…that you
had been with Adam, and of what he did to you.” Raising his head,
his eyes met with mine. I could see the blood tears welling in
them.

“It’s alright, I am here
now.”

“Yes, but it will haunt me
for some time,” he said.

I felt a new sensation, or
rather a sense of enlightenment. The sun was nearing the horizon.
It would be daylight within at least half an hour. I looked between
Brian and Stone.

“Yes, I feel it too,” Stone
said, as he saw my expression.