Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the person you once were, to move to the new person you must become. Some of the “gifts,” as Georgie called them, were showing themselves but they came and went quickly. I started to doubt they would ever stay with me permanently.
Georgie came in when she felt like it, giving me updates on our escape and then going about her business until night came. Anna came and brought me clothes that Marcus had chosen for me. She always offered me her oh-so-pleasant attitude with each appearance. But at least I was allowed to wander the castle and grounds, as long as someone kept a close eye on me.
It became more apparent that Marcus didn’t want Georgie and me to become friends for some reason. But little did they know, she snuck into my room whenever she felt like it. I figured he thought we would plan an escape together. So in that respect, he was completely right.
Things were going as planned from what Georgie had told me, and thankfully I hadn’t seen any of the vampires since they drank from me. I didn’t care that they looked like Adonises; the way I lost myself around them really frightened me. Truthfully, I knew that I’d have to see them again, but next time I wanted to be mentally prepared for it.
It had been only a couple of days since I was introduced to my makers, and the incident that had happened with Philip and Nicolas. So That evening as I stepped out of the shower, getting ready for bed, I thought nothing of the door to my room open. It was done so quietly that if it weren’t for my oversensitive hearing, I would’ve never known.
“I wonder what Georgie wants? It’s a little to early for her to be coming to my room.” I mused as I brushed out my hair before wrapping into a towel. I’ve come to think of her as that girlfriend who always stayed the night at your house, but never seemed to want to go home. But, she made me laugh and that’s always a good thing in my book.
I slipped on a red silk nightgown that was given to me by Anna to wear, and stepped out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel. “So what’s up, Georgie?”
There was no answer and that was unusual, Georgie loved to talk. It was trying to get her to shut up that was the difficult part. The hair on the back of my neck stood up when the realization hit me: it might not be Georgie at all. I finished drying my hair, flipped my head back to see my guest. The person sitting in the chair in the corner of the room wasn’t Georgie, but Marcus.
He sat there, looking very displeased with me. Then a smile crept to his terribly handsome face. “So you’ve met Georgie, I see. And from the sound of it you’ve come to know her quite well, bird.” He crossed his left leg over his right knee, his fingers tapped on the armrest. “Tell me, Molly, when did this happen?”
I just stood there, not knowing what to say yet. Then his smile turned to a deep frown. “You’ve been very quiet the last couple of days. And here I thought you wouldn’t be trouble like she has been, but maybe I was wrong about you,” he mused as he sat there staring at me.
I glanced at the door, then back to him. His eyebrow went up and I knew what he was thinking. “Do you really think you can get away from me?” And the answer to that was no. I knew I couldn’t escape from him.
Now the only thing left to do, stay calm. I knew why he was here, he wanted to get a taste of me. Hopefully he’d be content with that and pray to God that he wanted nothing more.
He chuckled when he knew that I understood my circumstances. “I knew you were a smart woman. Now why don’t you make yourself more comfortable so we can get to know each other better.”
My towel dropped to the floor; my nightmare was coming to life right before my eyes. There were really only two options for me. I could scream and throw a fit, or just stay calm. So with a deep breath and gathering whatever courage I had, I made up my mind to go with the latter.
I walked slowly towards him. “I met Georgie the first day I woke up. Since then I see her every now and then, when she’s bored. That’s all.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” I purred.
“Stop where you are,” he commanded.
He got up and moved with such speed he was nothing but a blur before he was in front of me. He grabbed my face with his hand and pulled me up to him. He was so tall that I was on my tiptoes as he held me. “Are you playing games with me, Molly? Because if you are, you’re going to be very displeased with what I have to do to you to make you mine,” he warned, as his dark eyes drilled into me.
I tried to shake my head in the tight grip he had on me. “No, I’m not playing games. I won’t play games,” I promised.
He weighed my answer as he searched my face, dipping his head closer, never losing his grip. “Then show me,”
With my face so close, his mouth came crashing down to mine. Even though I was still on my tiptoes, I reached up, placing my shaking arms around his neck, and kissed him back. He let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.
Marcus sent started to fill my senses. He had a different, earthier smell to him. Instead of sweet desserts, he smelled of coffee, tobacco, mint, and male, all male. It was different but it piqued my senses, softened my body, and made my mouth water with thirst.
His erection pressed against me as he took me to the floor, laying me on the soft carpet. His hand found the hem of the red silk nightgown and pulled it up my thighs so he could get his leg in between them with no interference. He settled there with a growl of pleasure, never breaking from his kiss.
He smelled so good that the little sane part of me I was clinging to disappeared once again. My fingers clutched into his coffee-brown hair, pushing his head down to deepen his kiss. He lifted himself up on one arm and looked down at me, with some emotion I couldn’t make out in his eyes.
My hands went up around his neck, feeling the soft skin under the collar, and then slid down his chest. I unbutton his dark navy blue vest, making it easier to undo the buttons on his shirt underneath. His hair was getting messy, and it was then I noticed the graying at his temples. Smiling, I took my hands from his chest and smoothed back the gray part of his hair.
He closed his eyes at my touch, then sank back down for his lips to meet mine again. Only this time his mouth passionately caressed mine open. I broke free from him, panting, and started moving down the side of his face with little kisses till I got to his neck. He moaned as my lips touched the soft skin behind the ear, and my hands grabbed a fistful of his hair.
He smelled so damn good that I took a deep breath in between the kisses, enjoying the sensation that it brought me. My mouth was watering with every contact that my lips made on his flesh. Releasing his hair, I pulled his collar out of the way, took my tongue and licked his skin as I trailed down to his throat.
He moaned again as goose bumps rose on his skin. He tasted sweet and savory all at the same time. I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of his skin. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, more of this man.
Out of my mind with lust as well as thirst, I bit down hard into his neck. A couple of drops of blood trickled to my tongue, and that brought on a frenzy to get more. His skin wasn’t as soft as it looked, in fact it was tough as hell. My frail human teeth weren’t strong enough to pierce through to give me what I wanted. But I could feel a change coming, and with that I wrapped my arms around him and tried to bite deeper.
Marcus let go of me at the initial bite, trying to pry me off him. He managed to get both my arms pinned under one of his hands as the other went to the side of his neck where’d I bitten. As he brought down his hand he saw a small amount of blood on his fingertips. “Bloody hell, woman! What do you think you’re doing?” he roared.
I tried to wiggle free from his grip, but his hand just tightened and his thighs stopped my lower body from moving. “Answer me! What were you trying to do?”
What I had done scared the hell out of me, and my fear made me braver than I really was. Just that little bit of blood seemed to replenish me, but it also made my thirst grow stronger. “I wanted to taste you! You just don’t know how fucking good you smell. I just had to have some!” I roared.
My arms were still pinned over my head, making sure I couldn’t budge. Then his free hand went to my mouth to open it, and I started to bite down. “Don’t you do it, bird. If you do there’ll be hell to pay.” He warned.
He lifted my upper lip and felt my gum above my canine tooth, then frowned as he looked at the bottom of my mouth. He ran his finger once more over one of my top canines, and swore. His finger left my mouth as his dark eyes bored into mine again. “My darling Molly, it seems I’m going to have to put you in your place, aren’t I?”
Long fangs came slowly down from his mouth in front of my eyes. His dark eyes started to swirl with red until they looked like glowing red rubies. This once beautiful man now looked absolutely terrifying. There was nothing I could do as he held me in place, opened his mouth with those long sharp teeth, and bit down hard on my throat.
I screamed out in the pain. There was no pleasure like with Nicolas or Philip; it hurt like hell and was frightening as well. But then again, he made sure that it was. He put himself in between my legs, making sure I felt his erection hitting my feminine parts and tears streamed down my face as the fear of being violated came back to me.
When he was done, had his fill of me, he lifted up his head and pressed his erection tightly against me, making my legs come up off the ground to accommodate him. “If you bite anyone again I will come in here, drink my fill, then violate you in ways you could never imagine. Do you understand me?” he snarled.
I nodded. “Brilliant. I won’t take what I want from you tonight, even though I should. I don’t want to break you, Molly, but I will if I have to.” And with that he got up off me, grabbed his tie, and started towards the door. “I want you accommodating when I call on you the next time, bird.”
I stayed where he left me for quite some time. I thought about what he said before he left, and the way he was. One thing became very clear to me at that moment: I’m no one’s whore. There was no more time to waste; I was getting the hell out of there.
I took off the nightgown that Marcus had given to me and ripped it to shreds. That’s why he had Anna bring me all those stupid silk gowns. Just for the nights he thought he could come and have me.
Quickly I slipped on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I left my shoes off so I could be very quiet in the halls as I moved. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I made my way over to turn out the lights, and sat in the chair that Marcus had vacated.
My eyes closed and I made my body relax taking deep cleansing breaths, pushing out all the fear, and the anxiety that had been coursing through me. I needed to get these “gifts” to come when I needed them, and not when they wanted to.
After a couple of minutes of focus and relaxation, I slowly opened my eyes to the world around me. My new eyes were back and I felt the smile grow on my face. Getting up from the chair, I went to the door to listen to what was going on outside my room.
Slowly I opened the door, letting my eyes adjust to the low light of the hallway. I took a deep breath smelling all the people and their scents travel from my nose into my brain. A rush of images came to me and almost knocked me on my ass.
“Easy Molly.” I murmured, leaning against the wall, deciphering the scents and images. Then I found Goergie; it was an old scent, I could tell that much but I could still follow it. It took me down a very long hallway where a large portrait of a woman hung.
Marcus and his coffee/tobacco scent was there, but it didn’t smell recent. What I did pick up on was something I’d never smelled before. And I knew, Georgie wasn’t by herself.
There was a hidden tab behind the portrait, which I found when I sniffed around for where Marcus had touched. It opened, and I walked through. The tall narrow stairs led up the wall and when I made it to the landing, there was a couple of rooms.
Still able to follow Georgie’s scent, I found the room she stayed in and listened at the door; from what it sounded like, someone was finishing up his time with her.
So that’s why I didn’t see her today, and Marcus came to me because she had company. Lovely. I heard the man say something but didn’t hear any response. I quietly snuck to a corner where I wouldn’t be noticed and waited for him to leave.
After a while, the door to her room opened. A tall Asian man with shaggy black hair came out, wearing what looked like authentic old world clothes. He looked around, shut the door behind him and went down the stairs. I slowly opened the door and looked around the room.
The room was clean and very bare. There was a modern platform bed in the middle of the floor. Red and gold fabric fell around it from the ceiling. A wicker fan moved slowly above the bed, making the fabric move and shimmer in the breeze. Candles lined the room, casting a dim light. “Georgie, Georgie, where are you?” I called softly to her. No answer came. “Georgie, answer me please.” When I still got no answer, I decided to go check the bed.
In the middle of the bed Georgie lay naked, unmoving and unresponsive. Her petite frame looked broken, her blonde hair sweaty and matted down to her head. “Oh Georgie, what the hell did he do to you?” I cried.
I sat down next to her, grabbed a sheet and covered her naked body. I took her hand and tried to wake her. “Georgie, it’s Molly, come on, open your eyes for me, sweetheart. Come on now, I know you want to tell me what you have planned for us to get the hell out of here,” But she didn’t budge. So I lay down next to her still holding her hand, and waited for her to wake up.
I lay there for what must have been hours when I felt her begin to move. I looked up and she opened her eyes. “Are you okay?” I asked her.
She giggled a raspy little giggle at me. “Yeah, I’m fine. Dragons can be one hell of a ride, didn’t I tell you that?” she told me in a soft voice.
“No, you never did.” I squeezed her hand slightly and took a deep breath.
“That was Akio, He’s a real bastard.” She said trying to smile.
“That’s it. We’re getting the hell out of here…now. Do you think you can walk?”
She shook her head. “I need food and rest to heal, but really Molly, we can’t leave yet. I’ve got word that in four days we’ll have a ride to get us the hell out of here.”
“That’s not good enough.” I hissed under my breath.
Why, what happened?” She sat up slowly and I heard a bone pop back into place as she examined my face. “Wait, what happened to you? You look different.”
“Marcus,” was all I said.
“Ah, I see. So he came to you tonight. But it’s more than that, what did you do to yourself? Hmmm… I got it. You’re using your gifts. That’s it! Your eyes are really freaky,” she giggled.
“Yes, I am using them. Okay, I’ll wait for your plan, but if anything happens like this again... we take our chances and just leave this damn place.”
“I’m glad your seeing reason.” She sighed.
“Who are we meeting anyways?”
“I meet some woman like me at a couple parties that Marcus dragged me to. Let’s just say these ladies, they knew some people who were wanting to help us break free from our captors.” She
“Fine, as long as you trust them then I’m okay with it. I’ll let you get some rest. I think I’ll go take a walk.” I sighed.
“You do that.” She giggled and then curled up into a ball.
When I went down stairs I could hear male voices coming from one of the rooms. When a little wood nymph found me trying to make my way past. Her skin was the color of bark, and her hair the color of green leaves. She had a big bow strapped to her along with some arrows.
“And were are you going?” She asked.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” I countered.
“That’s were your wrong. If it has anything to with his highness, then it concerns me.”
“Good for you! But I don’t have any business with who ever your highness is. So, all be on my way.” I glared, and then turned to walk away.
I don’t know how I knew this but, I dodged an arrow that she shot at me and stuck into the wall. “Did you just shoot an arrow at me, really? Oh, now it’s on!” I hissed making my way over to her.
She looked like she was ready for a fight, when someone cleared his throat and she dropped to her knee bowing her head. “Sire, I apologize for my behavior.” She groveled.
Ryklin glanced over at me, then at the wood nymph. “If you treat your new mistress in such a way again it will be your head Jazelle.” He warned her.
“Go and maintain the parameters. I will deal with.” He commanded.
“As you wish.” She bowed, then gave him a look that any woman knows all to well, glared at me, and left.
“You like playing with fate. She could have hurt you.” He stated.
“I don’t thinks that’s true. Scare me yes, hurt me, that would mean she would have to deal with Marcus. And from what I can see, most people stay clear of him.” I shrugged starting to leave.
“Where are going?”
“To take a walk, why?”
“Would you mind if I going you?” He asked.
“I suppose not.” I answered, but what I really wanted to say was no.
We made our way into a large garden lit by moon light and it was absolutely beautiful. The man next to me was silent as his arms behind his back looking to be deep in thought. I glanced over at him and tripped over a root and strong arms catching me before I fell.
I looked up and saw his green gold eyes glowed in the moon light. I pushed away from him and stepped back. “Thank you.” I offered.
“What are you thinking?” He smiled.
“You smell very different from the others. It’s more earthy.” I mumbled.
“You can smell me.” He questioned and I shrugged. “How am I different from Marcus, Philip, and Nicolas?” He asked holding back a laugh.
“Well, Philip and Nicolas smelled like my favorite treats. Cinnamon, chocolates, maple syrup. Marcus, well, his essence was of things that I’ve always loved the smell of, coffee, tobacco, mint, male...”
“There’s a sent for male now?” He questioned, hiding his grin.
“But you, you’re different. You smell is like a spice, but also woodsy. Your essence is like, chimney smoke on a crisp breeze, cloves, ginger, and earth. You small of all the things I love in the fall.” I explained, but more to myself then him.
“That was charming explanation. You really are a very lovely woman.” He complimented.
“Thank you, I guess.”
We walked along a path that was filled with white flowers that were blooming in the moonlight. It was beautiful to see. But then Ryklin decided to speak and broke up the blissful silence. “Marcus has told me that you’ve met his other bride. Do you see her often?”
That had me laughing. “Why, afraid I’ll meet one of your other ones? I could tell that Gazelle and you have had fun together. I swear, if you men could keep it in your pants a little more often you would make my life much easier. Then maybe these women would just leave me alone,” I frowned.
“How did you know about Gazelle?” he asked.
“Are you kidding me?” I laughed again. But he stood very still with a solemn look on his beautifully dignified face.
“I am a woman, we know these kinds of things. We know when another woman is giving us a ‘that’s my man so stay away’ look. You know, I was married for twenty years to a very handsome man and I gave the same look to a couple woman on occasion.” I smiled, and started walking ahead.
“That is interesting.”
“But she has nothing to worry about with me, I don’t want anything to do with you,” I whispered softly.
There was a stone bench in the middle of the flowers and i went and sat down enjoying the view. Ryklin took his time, but finally made his way over, and sat next to me. “May I ask you a question?”
“Can I make you not ask me if I want to?” I shrugged.
“If you said no, then I would honor that.” He answered.
“Fine, then ask me if you must.” I sighed looking up at the stars.
“Why don’t you want to be with me?” he asked .
“I’m sorry, what?” I stammered.
“Maybe I said that wrong. Why wouldn’t you want to be with me?” He asked in all seriousness.
“Well, first off, I don’t love you. Second, being with a man who uses women for his pleasure and then leaves them is a definite turn-off for me, and third, you stole me from my family. Did you really think I was going to forget about that?” I asked astounded.
“I suppose, that you’d feel attracted to me as I do to you.” He replied.
“Just because I’m attracted to you doesn’t mean your not my kidnaper, and my executioner, all at the same time.” I growled.
“Do you know how old I am?” he asked.
“Two hundred?” I shrugged.
“Two hundred is just infancy for the life of an elf. Let’s just say in your world, I’ve been alive since the birth of mankind. I found out early that the complication of a woman in my life was nothing wanted. It is true I’ve had many lovers, and some I might have even come close to falling in love with. But I’m a king with no heir, and that puts me in a difficult position. When Marcus told me he could help, I took a chance.
“The way Marcus explained things to me was that the women came to him voluntarily; I had no idea he was going to do what he did to you,” he told me, trying to explain his part in this whole fiasco.
““So in other words, a woman who would donate herself to you, and give you a child. Well doesn’t that work out great for you. But you know, I don’t want to be involved in your life either... and I’m sure in hell not having your child!” I fumed getting up from the bench and stomping off.
It was stupid of me to turn my back, but before could turn around and defend myself, he took me by the waist. He wrapped his arms around me tightly making it impossible for me to move.
“Why do you feel the need to goad me? There is only so much a man can take before he snaps. Answer me.” he breathed into my ear control his temper.
“Because I hate that I love the way you smell, I hate that I feel a connection to you, and that I want to be with you. I’m torn between four men who all want something from me; can you understand how that feels? How disgusted I feel about myself every time one of you comes near me and I want you?
“How it feels to have a man tell you that he ‘shares well’ with his other friends, that you mean that little to him, so if another man has you that’s fine with him because he had his fill of you? I will not be put in the same category as Gazelle. I will not let myself be used and discarded like the daily trash. If you don’t like it I suggest you kill me now, because I would rather be dead than your whore,” I hissed.
He let me go taking a step back from me. The way he stared at me said all that I needed to know, he got what I was saying. I took a small step back, then another one until I felt safe enough to turn around and run out of the garden and back to the castle.
I ran up the stairs jumping two steps at a time, then slammed the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my wits and turned to go to bed, when I saw Georgie lounging on the bed.
“Holy shit woman, you almost gave me another heart attack.” I breathed taking hold of my chest.
"I had to come and warn you. Were leaving earlier than I'd thought." She stated.
"Well that great!" I smiled.
"No it's not great Molly. This is going to be a thrown together escape. But after what I heard a couple minutes ago... we have to go."
"So when do we leave?"
"Tomorrow evening, after dinner. Jamie is having her people come and pick us up outside the woods."
"What did you hear George that has you so scared?" I asked.
"The big werewolf, the one who hurt you. He's a mated man." She explained.
"Yeah, I already knew that. I saw his wedding ring before he... well, just before." I admitted.
"You don't understand what that means. His mates family found out what happened between you and him and their... their coming to take vengeance for their sisters betrayal. They want your blood." She growled.
"But I didn't do anything. It was that bastard who raped me that did all this!" I hissed.
"I know that, you know that, but werewolves... they don't give two shits about that. All they know is, you're now married to their sisters husband. And your mark is the one carrying the weight on just who's he's really married to." She explained.
"Great, just freaking great! So now what?" I asked sinking to the floor.
"Like I said, tomorrow night, we run and never look back." She said looking more worried then I'd like.
"Sounds good to me." I answered, hoping it was going to be just that easy.