"Hey, I'm leaving." The males voice behind her snapped Isa back to her hell. Right. . .
"Fine. Door is that way." She motioned towards her left, trying so hard to be as cold as she could. The morning had always been the worst for her. Many times, the men would just leave on their own accord. . . other times they would try to get more. More than once she found herself disposing of some asshole who thought that screwing her meant owning her. She let herself breath through her nose as she calmed her nerves. Hopefully this guy would just leave and she could enjoy the week or so of peace that she got after everytime she. . ."fed".
"Will I see you again?" Oh, no. Not one of those. She closed her eyes, her mind flashing to the boy she met what seemed like years ago. Cyrus. For some reason, thinking of him now always gave her enough strength for what she needed to do.
"No. Don't call me either." She walked over as she grabbed her jacket off the floor. "Just lock the bottom when you leave." She hated being so cold, but she learned long ago not to let anyone in. No one was really accepting towards any kind of demon. Especially one created by the demon of lust. Fantastic. . .her lineage was a curse. Forcing her to indulge her sexual desires lest she suffer with a pain so excruciating it left her crippled for days on end. She hated that side of her life. The only solace she used to find was in music. Just give her an mp3 player and some head phones and she would be content. But now. . . She found her mind wondering to the night she had met the young vampire. His innocent fidgeting still caused her to smile. He was so awkward. Completely opposite of what she had heard about vampires. She had always imagined them as . . . well perfect. Never making mistakes, always knowing how to act in situations. Cyrus had changed all that.
Just remembering the look in his eyes when she gave him her number sent chills down her arms. Yea . . . but he would never call her. That was the bummer of the entire situation. She was always left with just memories, never really able to have the real thing.
It had been weeks since the incident of Kieren's attack but every day that passed might as well have been a reenactment of the morning after the event. Cyrus would wake up with a jolt, completely covered in sweat, without fail. The string of endless nightmares reminded the vampire prince of the last time the demon had attacked him and Airin and the recovery afterward was just as bad, if not worse. Cyrus never let his sister on to the difficulty of recuperating, not when she was expecting the birth of Devlyn's child in several months time. He dealt with the trauma on his own once before and he was certain he could do it again.
ReplyDeleteCyrus couldn't ignore, however, that the circumstances were drastically different than last time so dealing with the situation took an entirely new kind of courage. Injuring one of Devlyn's soldiers was the main bit to cope with; Cyrus had never hurt anyone before in his life. The hallucinations were so powerful, yet gradual, that he hadn't even noticed the transition from safe command room to images of being trapped in a lair full of demons. Instinct took over and everything and everyone that threatened him was struck down without a second thought. Cyrus's body shook; if she hadn't been locked in the bathroom Cyrus knew without a doubt that Airin would've likely been victim to his mindless rampaging. The thought never failed to make Cyrus want to puke.
This morning was reminiscent of the last. Only this time he couldn't move and Cyrus's eyes darted feverishly, trying to chase away the echoes of the nightmare but it only seemed to further enhance the visions. He shut his eyes closed, regulating his breath as evenly as possible. Slowly, Cyrus began to relax and regained his motor functions almost instantly, but he remained on the bed hoping that he could get a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep. He didn't get much sleep these days but Cyrus was learning to press on anyway.
He shifted under the covers, his racing thoughts making him jittery, until finally Cyrus sat himself up to reach over to the nearby nightstand. He rummaged through some various papers, taking them out and onto the top of the drawer in his search for his mp3 player. Cyrus froze upon grabbing hold of a pad of paper, one he used to jot down rhythms or other musical notes that kept him awake at nights with their sounds, but what his sights glazed over were other kinds of symbols in the most beautiful hand-writing he'd ever seen.
ReplyDeleteCyrus had thought about Isa more than once in the past week and a half since their first meeting after his band's concert. He remembered the flow of her long, golden hair and the sweet compassion of her emerald green eyes. Most of all, Cyrus remembered the soft texture of her skin upon her gentle touch that made the vampire's nerves light up with electricity just thinking about it. But, like all other times he thought about her, Cyrus couldn't find the courage to meet her again, much less call her. She was just so amazing and he was so... broken. Maybe it was a foolish notion to believe in, but it was something Cyrus feared that would drive Isa away if she were to ever learn the truth. That instead of seeking a proactive approach to his problem, the powerless vampire prince just cowered underneath the weight of the nightmares and fears like a child.
*... we all have demons in our past, but that's just it, it's in the past. The future is always bright and full of endless possibilities!*
Jeez, even recalling the mellifluous sound of Isa's voice had Cyrus's heart racing. But memory alone could not do that sweet voice of her's justice. God... if he could hear her talk once more...
Cyrus flopped himself back onto his bed, searching through the folds of the blankets for his phone. He tried not to think about what he was doing or else he might talk himself out of doing it and, once he retrieved the item, he hastily punched in the phone number as though it would disappear if he didn't do it fast enough. Cyrus reviewed it only once as any more times after that would only discourage him from the whole thing altogether and immediately hit the call button. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to her if she picked up, but the adrenaline seemed to rule over Cyrus's mind so the fact was deemed unimportant. As long as he got to hear her voice... that was all that mattered.
Isa had just finished buying a coffee when she felt the vibration of her phone.
ReplyDeleteOh no, no. Was that other guy calling her? She shook her head. It couldn't be him, she hadn't given her number. But in this world of technology, who knew.
She looked at the number and sighed. She didn't know it. She had half a mind not to answer the damned phone, but she had to set this guy straight.
"Hello?" Dead silence. For a moment she thought she had missed the call, but a quick check proved otherwise.
"Hello?" She repeated. Still no answer. Was it going to be one of _those_ bastards? She was just about to tell him off when she heard the distinct click of the call ending. Her eyes narrowed on the phone, cursing it to hell before setting it back into her pocket. Of all the things. . . She walked out of the coffee shop and had just turned the corner when he phone buzzed again.
Don't answer it, Isa. Just ignore it. . . Course, she didn't.
"Look, I don't know how you-"
"W-wait. .. Isa?" She froze at the voice on the other line. It sounded so familiar. It wasn't until she had nearly dropped her coffee when she realized who's it was.
"Cyrus?" She could have cursed the eagerness in her tone but at this point, she didn't care. He actually called!
"Y-yes. Um. . ." Silence. She could just imagine him pacing around, trying his best to come up with the right words. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for him to say something. Hell,she would settle for a "Just wanted to make sure this was the right number" situation. That would mean he was thinking about her, right?
As the silence stretched on, Isa took matters into her own hands. "So, how have you been? Bet you're really busy with the band, huh?"
She could hear a grateful sigh before he answered. "No- Well, yes. It's been busy. What about. . . you?"
Isa was well aware of how she looked to the other people walking by. A girl, smiling like an idiot as she talked on the phone. She even heard someone mumble under their breath "Typical teenager" as they pushed past her. If only they knew she was probably old enough to be their grandmother.
"I've been good. Trying to stay out of trouble, you know. . . typical life." She said as she took a seat at a bench near a park.
"That's great. Umm. . . you doing anything. . . now?" She pulled the phone away from her ear, took a look up at the sky and thanked any god listening up there. She couldn't sit still! He actually called! To ask her out. Why was she so ecstatic? What? She could pick up any guy she wanted without a phase of emotion and suddenly a cute. . . adorable vampire asked her out and she acted like a little school girl? Get a hold of yourself Isa! She took several deep breaths before taking the phone back up to answer him.
"-of course, if you are. It's ok. I-I was just wondering." He had mistaken her silence for rejection. Oops!
"No, no. Sorry I was just. . . swatting away a fly!" She motioned with her hand as if he could actually see it. . . Oh Isa, just jump off a bridge.
"I would love to meet up, if you want."
"Y-yea. . . how about we get some coffee?"
"Sure! Does the coffee shop on the corner of 7th and Marsh ave, sound good?"
"Y-yea! I'll meet you there." Holy shit. .. holy shit. . . Isa couldn't stop smiling now. She got up and walked towards the shop she was just at, throwing away her current cup as she walked by a trash can. This night just couldn't get any better
Holy hell, was this for real? He just asked Isa on a date... his first official date, out of the clear blue. Jesus, adrenaline was a dangerous instigator. Especially since Cyrus wasn't used to doing things on a whim. In fact, half of him had hoped it'd go straight to voicemail.
ReplyDeleteThen reality crashed down on him like a tidal wave: Fuck, Cyrus was going on a date. He had to make himself look decent, he couldn't keep her waiting... Of course, in his excitement to meet her, the address of the coffee shop nearly left Cyrus's mind entirely. Where did she say it was? Marsh and... 7th? The address didn't hold any real meaning since Cyrus hadn't left the castle often enough to get an idea of the city's layout. GPS could help take care of that but god, he was going into the city. Bustling crowds of people, loud noises, streets that all looked the same only with different names...
"Son of a bitch," Cyrus hissed, throwing the covers off and marching straight to the bathroom. If he thought about the situation any more he was going to duck out of it. It happened more often than Cyrus liked to admit and it was absolutely humiliating how cowardly he could be... how weak he really was.
He showered and dressed with great haste, the bricks of anxiety building with every passing minute. Cyrus couldn't spare the time to distract himself with his thoughts because they'd eventually lead back to the absurdity of leaving the safe haven of the castle. As such, Cyrus spent extra attention to the style of his hair (which looked just as disheveled as it had been when he woke up) and the polish of his clothes. He froze, for a moment, when he realized the guards wouldn't allow him to leave without accompanying him. Being in the presence of bodyguards would assist in at least calming Cyrus's nerves, but he never heard ones in attendance during a date. Guess he had to be creative.
Cyrus walked over to his bedroom window and unhinged the lock. Ignoring the fact that he was basically three stories off from the ground, the young vampire prince heaved himself on the window sill and inched his way down the path of vines lining the castle walls. It went by much quicker than he expected, probably because he lost his grip about half way down and fell flat on his back, but that was just a minute detail. Cyrus laid there awhile to catch his breath but then was on his feet in an instant after several minutes of rest. He checked around the corners cautiously for any guards and dashed across the gardens before they turned and spotted him.
After making speedy work of the gate (his back was going to break from all the falling that was involved one day), Cyrus paused to punch in the address of the coffee shop. It only took about three tries to finally get it right; his hands were shaking so badly from all the adrenaline. Cyrus had to fight off the euphoric thought that holy shit, I just ditched my room and escaped out of my mom's castle for a date. Best day of his life so far.
As it turned out, the cross section of 7th and Marsh wasn't all that far away. Unfortunately for Cyrus, it still took an eternity and a half to get there. He'd never been in such a huge crowd before, so it nearly drove him insane when every brush against his arms made his heart hammer like thunder in his veins. This was the dizziest Cyrus felt in his life; his eyes darted ceaselessly from one face to another for any sign of a threat. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...
It was right at that moment that Cyrus found his destination, his suspicions confirmed when he saw a river of bright, flowing blonde hair... Isa. She was actually here! And despite the stressful journey from the behind the castle walls and through the nerve racking bustle of people, Cyrus couldn't help but sport the hugest smile upon seeing her. God... she really was amazing.
She checked the time on her phone. It'd been a solid twenty-five minutes now. Should she call him? No. . . that would make her sound desperate, right? Yea, just chill. Isa sat at her table, her leg bouncing up and down as she tried to rein in her nerves. Take a deep breath Isa, it's ok.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh. She hadn't checked herself in the mirror! What if she looked horrible? She should go check herself in the mirror before he came!
But what if she missed him? He could walk in just as she walked to the bathroom. With her luck, that is exactly what would happen! Gods, Isa, breathe. Breathe-
"Isa?" She glanced up, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest as she met the eyes she loved so much.
She couldn't help the smile the spread from ear to ear. "Cyrus!"
A faint blush lined his cheeks as he took a seat across from her. Oh, gosh. He was just as she remembered. A bashful vampire with the most gorgeous eyes ever.
"You. . . look great." He said after a bit of silence. A small smile crossed his face as he finally made eye contact with her.
"Thanks, so do you." That smile. . . there it was again. Oh, Isa. . . you're losing it for a cute little vampire. Oh well.
"So," She continued, attempting to make any sort of conversation. "How is your music going? Any new songs?" Hopefully she didn't come off as just another fan. . . it was just. . . music was the only thing she could think of that would interest him.
Cyrus shifted around in his seat as if it were extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her, bringing his full attention and a far more noticeable blush. "How about we get out of here? I think I know a place where you might be more comfortable."
"Oh, but uh, don't you want coffee?" He asked a bit confused.
"Nah. Did you want some coffee?"
". . . No. Tell you the truth, I don't like coffee." He gave her a shy smile before standing up with her. She laughed airily at how adorable he was. He'd invited her to coffee with no intention of drinking coffee. It was just priceless.
"Come on." She smiled,cautiously extending her hand out for him to take. Normally, she would have just taken his hand and led the way, but she remembered the way he had flinched away the first time they met. He was harboring some serious demons down inside, she knew that, so . . . she was willing to be patient with him. Above all, she wanted to bring him out of his shell. She knew all too well what it was like to be alone, for some reason, she didn't want him to feel the same way.
Cyrus took her hand after several seconds of hesitation because if he spent too much time thinking about he'd be ruining the moment. He didn't want to think about how the last person he touched he nearly killed due to his hallucinations. It would just be Cyrus's luck, the icing on the cake, if anything happened to Isa because of him. All of those fears Cyrus forced down as he grasped her hand and sweet jesus, her skin was soft. His fingers tingled at the contact but he ignored it as much as possible as he and Isa walked side by side, hand in hand.
ReplyDeleteThe duration of the walk was mostly silent between them as the majority of Cyrus's concentration was trying not to flinch every time someone brushed past him. He was so immersed in trying to remain calm that it wasn't until Isa squeezed his hand did Cyrus realize he was nearly crushing hers in his grasp.
"Shit, I'm sorry," Cyrus murmured as he attempted to pry his hand away but a tender stroke of Isa's thumb on his hand made him stop.
"It's okay, I know it must be hard. Don't worry, we're almost there." She smiled reassuringly and god, Cyrus had never known anyone quite as beautiful as Isa. She was so sincere and gorgeous, so much so that Cyrus couldn't even pay any mind to the hammering of his heart or the warmth churning in his stomach. It was only by the small voice in his head that Cyrus was able to gather enough of his wits to continue walking.
Just as Isa said, they had arrived at their destination within minutes. It was a park with a large fountain situated at the center and surrounded by a seemingly endless field of grass and trees. Cyrus scanned each tree and found that lights hung from every one of their branches, giving the park a soft yellow glow. It was quaint yet simple and, with Isa here by his side, it was nothing short of amazing.
They walked over to the fountain when something occurred to Cyrus. "I've climbed into this fountain before."
Isa laughed. "Really? When was that?"
"Years ago. I must've been seven or something." It was astonishing that he could remember something like that so long ago. Moments like these reminded Cyrus that he had a life before his and Airin's encounter with Kieren... a life so much brighter than the years following the event had been, yet still so small and easily forgotten.
Cyrus's would've brooded over the circumstances more but Isa was suddenly ecstatic that he was opening up about his past and the two of them found themselves plopped down on the bench in front of the fountain, exchanging the most minute stories and memories they could recall. To anyone else, they're chatting was typical and unimportant but nothing could be farther from the truth. This was the most Cyrus had shared with anyone outside of the family about his life and each little story Isa told him in return was like the world's most valuable, undiscovered treasure just for him. Just being here with Isa, hearing her mellifluous voice and pure laughter, and watching her hair glow underneath the light of the trees was more than Cyrus could ever ask for. In her presence, in the gleam of Isa's smile and the joyous glint in her eyes, Cyrus really could believe that the world wasn't all that bad after all.
Isa couldn't have been more immersed in the moment. Time flew by and before they even noticed, the sun had begun to rise off in the distance.
ReplyDelete"There is no way that's possible, wouldn't someone have said something?" Cyrus asked her. He was so into her story, Isa couldn't help but blush as she realized just how much she admitted.
"I thought so too, but no. . . Apparently skinny dipping is normal by that lake. I just couldn't believe that someone stole my clothing. I mean. . . I don't have _that_ good of a fashion sense." The corners of Cy's mouth twitched and he turned his head away as if trying to control his laugh.
Isa couldn't help the giggle that escaped her own lips. "Hey! Are you laughing at my horrible ordeal, or are you laughing at my fashion choices?" She teased, causing Cy's laugh until tears burned his eyes.
"I'm sorry," He would say in between breaths as he wiped his eyes. "I just. . .I can't stop.. "
"Alright, alright. Don't die on me Cy!"His laugh was infectious, before she knew it, she was laughing just as hard as he was.
As if to make matters worse, they were soon bombarded by water from a broken sprinkler in the park. The interruption however did not stop their laughter. Cy took her hand and they dashed across the park.
"Over there!" She pointed out a bridge. It was closer than running out of the park, and honestly, if they kept running they would have been soaked. . . not that they already weren't.
They came to a stop in the middle off the bridge. Their breathless laughs still going, more from the situation than the earlier reason. Isa couldn't help it as she watched Cy lean against the railing, still trying to catch his breath. He really was the most amazing boy she had ever met. His hair was as soaked as hers and it fell over his face in a wet mess. But still, the light in his eyes was more breath taking to Isa than anything else. It was then that she noticed the light from the sun begin to pain the sky with its morning colors. She looked over the water of the small river flowing underneath them, to the light of the sun bathing Cyrus with its warmth. Before she knew it Isa stood in front of Cyrus, catching his attention immediately. Her hand came up slowly to rest on his chest, their eyes locked together. She paused, their lips inches from one another, their breaths mingling in visible puffs from the still chilling morning. The look in Cyrus's eyes showed uncertainty, but at the same time it showed the same passion she knew she was feeling now. Without another second hesitation, Isa closed the distance.
Oh... god. It was even better than Cyrus could ever have imagined it to be. His lips tingled as Isa's pressed and moved so tenderly against them. His already racing heart boomed in his ears but he couldn't bother to care. If he didn't know he was standing on solid ground Cyrus would've sworn he was flying. The euphoria left Cyrus dumbstruck but soon the more Isa cautiously coaxed him, the more he began to reciprocate. He tilted his head to the side, the improved angle giving him an abundance of Isa's mouth to explore. Good god, even her taste was amazing. Somewhere in the back of his mind Cyrus made a note that the taste was a lot like cinnamon, but other than that his attention was stolen completely by the beautiful girl in his arms.
ReplyDeleteWhen it ended, all too soon, the both of them were breathless and smiling like idiots. Cyrus rested his forehead against Isa's, his eyes still somewhat lidded from the kiss. He finally spoke after he could hear sounds other than his deafening, pounding heart.
"... Wow," Cyrus laughed, entirely at a loss for something else to say. He'd never felt something so pure, so passionate, with anyone... it was nearly overwhelming. Cyrus opened his eyes to the sight of a blushing Isa biting her bottom lip as she fought back a giggle. He licked his own lips, discovering Isa's taste was still fresh and sweet as hell.
He might've just been on the high of endorphins right now but nonetheless the following request was altogether genuine. "Can we do it again?"
Isa couldn't mask the laughter this time. "You sure, Cyrus? I don't want you overdosing on me."
"Please?"
Whatever look he gave her, it was enough to coerce Isa into conceding to Cyrus's request. Their lips met once more, so soft and tantalizing, but the experience was as amazing, if not more so, than the first time. Something triggered with Cyrus, kindling what had been a dying flame inside and practically setting him ablaze. There was a kind of urgency this time, a fervor that Cyrus had wanted to convey but the words had been inadequate for. He wasn't sure how far he was taking it, how far he should take it, but it seemed that Cyrus was no where near where Isa was. This dawned on him when he couldn't hold back the surprised gasp as Isa slid her tongue into his mouth. The whole thing was a complete mess of clashing teeth and squirming tongues and they both had to break away sooner than they had with the first kiss.
"Holy shit," Cyrus breathed, leaning on the side of the bridge for some sort of stability. If his head spun anymore he was going to fall flat on his face. "... You really are amazing."
Cyrus looked over to Isa, who copied his position on the railings, and grinned from ear to ear as he watched the way the glow of the morning sun illuminated Isa with every brilliant color in existence. "Amazing" didn't even come close to describing her in all of her magnificence. How Cyrus was even considered deserving enough to be in her presence he couldn't begin to comprehend, but here they were side by side basking in the morning sun's rays... and really, if Cyrus had to sum up his entire time with Isa, he wouldn't have it any other way.
Her heart was definitely going to jump out of her chest, she knew it. It hammered inside, still reacting to Cyus's kiss. Her hand went up to touch her lips, and she wondered how long his taste would linger. It was rich and deep, and surprisingly sweet as well.
ReplyDeleteThey stood there side by side for a while. Their smiles evidence enough of their utter euphoria of the moment. She could feel the small glances Cy would send her way. If he asks her to kiss him again. . . Isa didn't know what she would do. He was just so adorable!
Eager to break the silence, she turned towards him. "Hey, Cy?"
His attention snapped to hers, a grin lined his features and oh, if those eyes could reflect any more joy. . .
"Yea?"
Isa couldn't help the heat that returned to her cheeks, "I know you don't like coffee, but what about some hot chocolate?" She paused. Was she really going to? Maybe it was too soon?
She was about to change her mind, but one look at enthusiastic little Cy and all those doubts were gone, "Back at my place?" There was a small silence, enough to make Isa nervous again. "O-of course, we could just go back-"
"Yes. I mean, yes for the-the hot chocolate. At your place.. . yes"
Well if that wasn't enough to have her smiling like an idiot the entire way to her apartment. They walked hand in hand as she pointed out some of her favorite places on the way over. Cyrus never made any inclination of being bored or tired, he listened earnestly and even shared some of her excitement at certain locations.
This had to be the best day of her entire life. She was sure of it. As they neared her door, Isa dug through her pockets for her key. She was about to slide it into the lock when the slightest pressure she placed caused the door to creak open.
Confusion nestled its way into her mind as she opened it the rest of the way and peaked inside. Could the other guy just have forgotten to close the door? Probably did it on purpose. . . asshole.
"Isa?" Cyrus tugged her back when she tried to go in.
She turned to give him a reassuring smile. "It's ok Cy, nothing to worry about." It took them several seconds to get over the threshold. She was cautious, but she couldn't sense anything within. They walked slowly, Isa unknowingly pressing closer to Cy the further they went in.
"See? Nothing to worry about-'' The startling sound of glass shattering on the floor had Cy jumping beside her, the voice that followed had him all but dragging her towards the door.
"This is what you choose? Isa, darling, you could do so much better." Her cool gaze met with the harsh heated one of the intruder.
"Rasha. You are not welcome here." She felt Cyrus's grip tighten around her hand, could feel his body tense up. Of course, they were finally getting somewhere and _he_ had to come and ruin it all!
"I came back for one thing only my sweet, sweet Isa."
"And what is that?"
"You."
This wasn't the first time that Cyrus felt like he was five steps behind the current events occurring around him. It was a natural reaction for him when things went awry. He probably resembled a deer in headlights right about now but overcoming the comprehensive instinct to freeze at the slightest sign of a threat was near impossible to do. Sleep paralysis was easier to rouse from than this.
ReplyDeleteCyrus finally started to come to when Isa moved subtly in front of him, her child held high towards the man Rasha. "I'm not going to indulge in your childish fantasies. As I said, you are not welcome here."
The man noticed the gesture all the same. "So you decide to screw around with a child instead?" He took a blatant step forward. Isa's head tilted down challengingly.
For whatever reason, the strangest sense of déjà vu swept over Cyrus in a chilling, ominous wake. Somewhere he swore he could hear the crying echoes of a small girl falling prey to large, unknown entity before shadowing over him... Now it suddenly made sense. Isa hadn't been the first person who stood against a threat to spare him pain.
Anything else exchanged between Isa and Rasha went by in a daze and before Cyrus knew it, the man was striding towards them with a malignant spark in his eyes. The fear coursing through Cyrus was petrifying as the irresistible instinct to cower shadowed over all of his senses... and yet...
"Isa!" An arm shot out in front of Isa, pushing her back as Cyrus stepped forward to take her place. He wasn't sure what he could do, what he should do, but he definitely wasn't going to stand by and watch someone else get hurt because of him.
"Out of the way, runt!" There wasn't enough time to react. It was embarrassing how easily a right cross nearly had Cyrus collapsing to the floor; it was a miracle he was able to stay on his feet at all. Cyrus blinked several times to bring his sight back in focus before he stared back at Rasha almost defiantly.
"Like Isa said, you're not welcome here," Cyrus spat.
What happened next was so frighteningly fast it practically went by in a blur. All that Cyrus knew was that he suddenly couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet and that his mom would kill him knowing his shirt collar was getting stretched out in the grasp of the other man.
"Rasha! Let him go!"
Rasha only sneered. "Maybe this will teach you to not lower your standards with such filth, Isa."
"Dammit, I said put him down!" Isa snarled.
The man's responding smirk especially made Cyrus's blood go ice cold. "With pleasure."
Before he knew it, Cyrus's world began to spin as he was abruptly airborne. His already flip-flopped stomach sank as Cyrus heard Isa scream his name. The surreal moment blossomed into one of comprehensive, agonizing pain when Cyrus hit solid ground after tumbling into an assortment of furniture and glass, rendering him to a state of near, perpetuating darkness...
"You bastard!" Isa's anger fueled the already burning hatred for the wolf. And it only flared even more when she reached into her demonic side for power. She _hated_ using that power, hated being reminded that she was demon. And of course, Rasha had to bring it out.
ReplyDelete"I told you to go away!" Isa's hand shot up quicker than the wolf could react. Her nails dug deeply into the side of his neck as she took it into her grasp and threw him further into the kitchen. It was almost amusing to see his startling eyes as he attempted to gain his ground back and lunge at her. She fell back, Rasha coming on top of her to hold her hands down above her head.
"I tend. . . to make you mine Isa. _Mine_" The last word came out in a snarl. She never gave him the satisfaction of seeing any emotion in her eyes. She merely smiled up at him, letting him get a good look at her fangs.
"I will never be yours you fucking brute." She broke free of his grasp, a split second later her clawed hands shot up and sunk deep into his shoulders to bring him closer to her. "I fucked you once, and you follow me like a lost little puppy." She whispered harshly into his ear while applying pressure to her hold to emphasize her point. " I've moved on from you, you fucking pathetic mutt. The guy you so rudely tossed is ten times the man you will _ever_ hope to be. You so much as hurt him again, and I swear to you I'll cut your miserable excuse for balls off and feed them to you!" She shoved at him, hard enough to send him across the floor and smack straight into the front door.
"Get out Rasha. Don't come back."
Without looking or getting up from her spot, she could hear Rasha curse and swear to every living thing that she would be _his_. But he bothered her no more, she could feel the relief course through her when she heard him leave and shut the door behind him. Oh, he would be back. . . which meant Isa had to move. . . again.
"Isa?" Cyrus! She took only seconds to rein that demonic side of hers back into its cage and rush to his side.
"I'm so sorry, Cyrus." She helped him get to his feet and move him to the couch. Thankfully, it wasn't overturned.
"Gods, Cy. . ." She looked him over for any wounds or serious injuries, all the while her mind drifted off to how horrible the future looked right about now. For sure, Cyrus would leave her. Who would want to deal with a girl who has a psycho after her? She pulled her hands back, looking at them in shame. Blood covered them, another reminder of her demon side. The ugly side of her that would always haunt her. Gods, she should have just ended her life long ago.
God, Cyrus's head throbbed horribly and it strained on his eyes and neck. His arm stung from where he cut himself on a shard of glass on his way down, but other than that the most severe wounds he'd received would mostly likely be bruises. He paced his breaths long and slow, a painful process when his heart was racing its life out. All Cyrus could comprehend was that it was over, somehow, and that it was just him and Isa once more.
ReplyDelete"Oh, Cyrus..." came Isa's voice beside him. Something soft wrapped around Cyrus's wounded arm and through the dense fog of his headache he could see Isa folding it with tender, shaky hands. "I'm just- Jeez, I'm so sorry this happened. I... I understand if you wanna leave right now and I promise I won't- Cyrus?"
Maybe it was just the delirium he was experiencing from landing hard on his head but Cyrus couldn't help but laugh. It would've sounded more genuine if he wasn't so out of breath; he couldn't stop laughing regardless.
"Isa," Cyrus sighed, plopping his head down to rest on her shoulder. "That was the first time I've ever stood up to anyone. It felt... good." An airy huff of laughter escaped his lips and any inclination to stop talking in case it wasn't helping was completely out the window. "I mean, god, I was so scared of him too but I just stepped up and it was probably stupid because I couldn't do anything but... god... that was awesome."
A brief silence fell between them but Cyrus's world was still too fuzzy for him to take notice. All he could process was that he was smiling like a fucking idiot, he was sure; his cheeks felt like they were ready to split. When things started sharpening in clarity and the pounding in Cyrus's head dulled, Isa finally spoke.
"You're not... upset?"
His brow furrowed and Cyrus lifted his head up slightly to better view Isa's face. "Upset?"
Her emerald eyes glanced between each of his own blue ones frantically and her following sentence was severely flustered. "I mean, you're not, well, just... After all that, you still... I... You still want to be with me?"
Cyrus stared at her; why was she asking something like that? When it clicked, the young vampire grinned as sweetly as he could and never wavered in voice nor eye contact as he said, "Isa, I could never not want to be with you."
Not that there was a long speech planned but the potential monologue of why Cyrus would never dream of not wanting Isa in his life was cut short when she took advantage of the short pause with a shaky "You idiot" followed by a loving and sensual kiss.
Cyrus couldn't have summed up his feelings about the whole thing better himself.
_I could never not want to be with you_
ReplyDeleteWho was this guy? Those words couldn't have been more perfect. Isa's heart filled with something she didn't know she was still capable of feeling. She wouldn't put a name to it because . . . it wasn't possible to actually fall in love with a person you have only gone out once. . . right?
And yet, Isa found herself completely head over heels for Cyrus. She had already taken care of her "need" just today, usually it was enough to keep her calm for for a week but Cyrus had her burning once more. She let her tongue sweep across the bottom of his lip, eliciting a small gasp from him. This would have been around the time that they would have stopped, she could already feel him tensing up as she advanced more and more.
It was just. . . she couldn't help it. He was sweet and kind, the only boy she had ever met to show even a glimmer of those traits. He was so different from anyone she had ever met, so flawed yet so amazing. And she couldn't help as he hands moved up to tangle in his hair, because he lit up something deep inside her she thought died when she lost everything that faithful night.
But at the very height of the moment, she felt Cyrus push against her. Gently at first and his desperation for space would have gone unnoticed had he not nearly fallen out of his seat.
"I-I'm sorry Isa i just. . ." He didn't finnish his sentence. Her blood pumped through her like a deafening waterfall as she watched him stand up walk about the room. He nearly fell over several times, having to regain his balance by grabbing onto the wall or furniture.
Isa felt horrible now, even worse still because her heart was still pounding in her chest from the excitement and her body ached even more for him. Good gods Isa, calm down!
"I'm sorry Cy. I didn't. . .I didn't mean to frighten you." But his reaction to her brought her attention to something even more startling. What could have been done to him to have caused this response from him? . . . What exactly were the demons that haunted her vampire's past?
The pounding in Cyrus's head was more than just the deafening sound of his own hammering heart. He paced back and forth, back and forth, concentrating solely on his breathing to keep from going into a panic attack. Every inch of Cyrus's skin crawled as if spiders were perusing his entire body and tingling his nerves. It was only upon Cyrus's seventh round of pacing that he finally felt calm enough to sit back down. Not enough to keep his foot from twitching or the incessant habit of fidgeting with the hem of his shirt but it was better than outright hysteria.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere in the back of his mind, Cyrus realized it was only a matter of time before he and Isa came to... this point in the relationship. He never would've guess it would be this soon but damn it, Cyrus couldn't deny that spark of desire he'd felt too. If only that yearning wasn't overshadowed by what happened all those years ago... If only Cyrus was stronger.
Isa remained silent, obviously not wanting to press the issue, but there was no avoiding it. The past few incidents had hinted at the source of the dilemma and now it was laid bare for all to see... With the way things were going, it wasn't fair to leave Isa in the dark any longer. Now would be Cyrus's true test of bravery.
"Isa..." Cyrus swallowed; his voice was already starting to crack. "When... When my sister and I were li-... little... We were... ah, jeez." God, he felt so small, so weak; he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. The anxiety was building again and Cyrus had to pause to regulate his breathing once more. It took longer than he expected for him to calm down again.
Isa decided to pipe up in the softest voice she could muster. "You don't have to do this, Cy-"
ReplyDelete"But I do," Cyrus interjected, finally finding the courage to meet her gaze. How amazing it was that just the sight of her beautiful green eyes could bring him warmth. "... I... My sister and I were kidnapped over ten years ago... and uh... our kidnapper, he... he..." Damn the quiver in his voice, it did nothing to conceal the sob that threatened to tear its way through Cyrus's throat. He could see everything in his mind's eye as plain as day but even with Airin's screams plaguing his mind and the massive shadow that elicited such torture, Cyrus forced himself to focus on Isa as he spoke, "... He took my sister first... I had to watch as he... raped her... and when he was done... h-he came for me and..." It was at this point that Cyrus finally had to look away, cursing each and every goddamned, treacherous tear that fell from his eyes. He might as well have lived through that horrible day yesterday; the wound was still so fresh and painful after all these years.
It was quiet for the longest time. The weight of the air almost had Cyrus choking with every sob he tried to conceal, to no avail. The world felt so small, so cold, that it startled him when soft, tender hands lightly encase Cyrus's cheeks. Shamed as he was, Cyrus couldn't help but meet Isa's eyes. Their green depths were so bright and loving and pained; she looked almost as bad as he felt.
"I'm so sorry, Cyrus," Isa whispered, glistening tears of her own threatening to spill over. "Gods... I... Cyrus, I didn't-"
"I know," he replied. Even as he was now, Cyrus couldn't help but give Isa a small smile. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know before... he didn't blame her at all.
She returned his smile, just as half-heartedly as his was, but a smile all the same. "I'm sorry, Cy, I don't know what I was thinking. We can take things as slow as you need."
"No." Isa probably wasn't the only one who looked dumbfounded by Cyrus's quick reply. Whatever had compelled him to give that response, it seemed to fuel the gradually increasing resolve blossoming in Cyrus's chest like a heat wave. He was done feeling weak, he was done feeling scared... "I... I want this, Isa... I want you. And I'm..." Cyrus mirrored Isa's position as he placed his own hands upon the soft velvet of her cheeks. "... I'm afraid if I don't do it now, I won't want to ever. I'm ready, Isa..." Cyrus bit his lip; god, he sounded pitifully desperate right about now. "Is that... alright with you?"
A part of her wanted to refuse him, how could she sleep with him after what he just told her? She'd be taking advantage of him, it would be wrong. . . she really shouldn't. . . but that was just a small part of her. The more dominant part that wanted him to heal just as much as he wanted to move forward had Isa taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. She could feel Cyrus's anticipation for the worst, and when she glanced at him she saw nothing but worry in his eyes. There was no hiding where that came from now, she knew the feeling. Despite her nature, Isa always hated sex. The only thing that she got out of it was that she would feel no pain for a while. It was nothing more than a business transaction for her and so she always associated it with guilt and remorse the day after. No doubt Cyrus would associate it with as much negativity as her.
ReplyDelete"Don't worry Cy." She smiled lovingly up at him as they approached the bed. His eyes flickered between her and it, uncertainty clouding his eyes, but she reached up to stroke his cheek tenderly and bring his attention back to her. "We'll take it as slow as you need."
He sucked in a breath and nodded, those cool eyes of his searching in hers for strength and guidance. Gods, he took her breath away.
Her hand moved slowly, inching its way up from his chest to the back of his neck. She reached up, letting her lips touch softly against his, warming him up to what was to come. He was shy at first, mostly letting her guide him through. . . but soon his kiss deepened. It was not only her who swept her tongue over his anymore, and the fact that he did so brought her to gasp against his mouth in surprise. Her response seemed to fuel him further, he pressed closer to her still until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she found herself underneath him.
"Shit, I'm sorry-"
"Don't be." Though she meant her voice to sound sure, it came out as more of a sigh. Gods, she just wanted to take him. Now. Patience be damned! But she cautioned herself. This wasn't for her, it was for him, and honestly, with him. . . Isa was willing to go as slow as he needed.
She brought him in for another kiss, this time it did not take as long to have them both desperate for each other. WIthout breaking away, Isa grasped his hand, guiding it underneath her shirt to her breast. He hesitated, almost pulled his hand away but Isa arched into his touch, moaning at the contact.
"Touch me, Cyrus." She whispered against his lips. At his questioning gaze, she showed him where to touch. Nearly lost it when she led his hand between her legs. Slow it down Isa. . . slow it down. . . Sure. . . easier said than done.
One hand tangled in the soft strands of his hair, the other worked the buttons of his shirt, but she made sure he approved of all her movements. She did tried not to make quick ones, and waited for any protest against her advances, but much to her delight, it seemed Cyrus was beginning to come around.
As engrossed in Isa as he was, Cyrus was just waiting for the moment when the other shoe would drop. It was the oddest thing; how each sigh and moan didn't erupt into cries of mercy or that every shiver down the vampire's spine was not out of fear, but of want and fulfillment. And God, the way Isa was falling apart under his touch... how she arched into every caress and sighed like she was in her own world.
ReplyDeleteThey both were half-naked and the room was still too hot. The salty smell of sweat saturated the air, accompanied with the overwhelming scent of arousal. Cyrus had to break away from Isa's lips with a small gasp when the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach suddenly made his pants all too tight.
"Isa," he breathed, uncertainty lacing his voice. She smiled at him and propped herself on an elbow to take his lips smoothly, and Cyrus's nerves settled almost instantly. He focused completely on the feel and taste of Isa's tongue and ignored the urge to resist as she worked at the waist of his pants after unzipping them. Cyrus fumbled with them awkwardly before they were finally shed and followed the push of Isa's hand upon his chest. His back hit the headboard; all the while Cyrus's eyes were trained on Isa as she crawled cautiously over to him. His heart raced in a mixture of arousal and fear and apparently it was written as plain as day in Cyrus's face.
"Cy," Isa cooed, taking extra care to not make any sudden moves as she came to straddle his hips. "We can stop if you want to. We don't have to do this now."
Cyrus's eyes flashed between each of Isa's but he found nothing that betrayed the sincerity of her words. Even if she desired this above all, she would wait just for him. He had to grin.
"I know we don't have to, but... I want to, Isa. And with you."
She studied him for a moment, her eyes a bundle of emotions; too many for Cyrus to name. Finally, Isa leaned in for Cyrus's lips, so soft and calming that he nearly missed it when she had gently taken hold of his cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance. But Cyrus would have been a fool to think that he wouldn't be able to tell that it had happened.
Cyrus let out a quiet, startled cry when he instantly was engulfed in the warmth that was purely and solely Isa. He couldn't catch his breath; his heart was beating so fast on just the growing ecstasy alone. Any attempt to concentrate was thrown out the window and all Cyrus could see was the blank canvas of the ceiling. Somewhere off in the distance he heard Isa's soothing voice caress him like velvet as she slowly gyrated her hips around him, which only added onto the pleasure. It wasn't until his instincts took over that Cyrus found that euphoria increased when he thrust up in rhythm with Isa.
ReplyDeleteBefore he knew it, Cyrus was on cloud nine. He couldn't contain the cry that threatened to escape his lips; Cyrus was too preoccupied with the waves of pure bliss sending tremors through his body and coursing through his veins. He thrust into Isa blindly as he worked through the orgasm, noting how she also seemed to shiver over him as she joined in his release.
When Cyrus could control his voice and muscles again, it was over. He could breathe easily once more and the hammering in his chest began to dull. Cyrus lowered his head back down after the last of the crashing wakes of pleasure left; his eyes immediately finding Isa curling up next to him on the bed. Her warmth was a comforting welcome and Cyrus leaned into her embrace just as affectionately. After a peaceful, lengthy silence, Isa at last spoke.
"... Are... Are you okay? Was it okay?" she asked timidly.
Cyrus smirked and laughed somewhat in disbelief. "It... It didn't hurt. I... Isa, that was... amazing."
"Really?" Isa lifted her head, her eyes searching in his for any sign of deception. It didn't take long, however, for the brightest and most sincere smile to line those beautiful lips. No matter how many times Cyrus thought or said it, all the same this statement was true... Isa was truly and simply amazing.