His voice is devoid of any emotion, as if he’s reading from a book—a story that is not his, yet he tells it anyway. I stare at him, my mouth slightly parted.
My voice is barely a whisper.
“I’m sorry, Faas… I had no idea; no wonder you despise vampires so much…”
“What are you sorry for, son? Did you rape my mother? Or betray me with a vampire? It’s what vampires do. Betray you.”
He pauses briefly; a flicker of emotion appears and disappears as quickly as it came. It makes me wonder if the memory hurts, the betrayal, despite his stoic stance. Then he continues.
“It’s just part of being a dhampir—the hatred is wired into your brain. As soon as you’re born, one of the first emotions you feel is loathing for these undead beings. Even without my experiences in life, I would have gone after them.”
When I get back to the inn, I find Jodelle sleeping in bed, her eyes puffy and red from the many tears she has shed, and guilt consumes me. I swipe away a stray strand of her long hair and look at her, taking in her soft, delicate features: her cute nose, honey-blonde hair, the freckles that dance across her cheeks, and the long, dark lashes that frame her deep blue eyes—a natural beauty.
“Why can’t I just be happy with you, and let everything else rest?” I mumble as I gently caress her cheek. “Why is everything so complicated? I keep wondering if I would have found you if my sister hadn’t disappeared into that forest. Would we have crossed paths regardless? Was it really fate that we met that day?”
She shifts in her sleep, softly groans, and then starts to snore lightly. I continue to caress her cheek as I speak. A selfish part of me wants her to wake up so I can make things right with her, but I refrain from doing so, unsure of how long it had taken her to find rest in the first place. Besides, I’m unsure how I would react if she were to pull away from me in fear again. I fear my own reactions.
“I feel the tug at my heart when I look at you, the despair when I’m not near you, a longing that captivates my entire being.Yet, at the same time, something pushes me away from you, an unconscious part within me that’s not certain of our fate and lacks faith.”
“I’m so sorry, baby, for what I put you through, the hardships, the mean behavior, the constant cold shoulder. I don’t want to, but a part of me, a corrupted part of me that grows stronger every day, more often than not, takes hold of me, and I am no longer myself. It feels like I’m watching everything from a distance, screaming from the sidelines, but nobody hears or sees me.”
She sighs, her eyes still closed.
“But I see you, Jodelle, and I love you. I don’t know how to thank you for sticking by my side, despite my horrendous behavior.”
I kiss her on the forehead, a tear sliding down my cheek.
Snap her neck while she lies there. She’ll be too drunk on sleep to fight you off. That long, delicate neck of hers is just begging to be broken. Imagine the sound.
My eyes go wide with anguish, and I shake my head. This is getting out of hand. I feel her hand glide over my thigh as she turns her head to me and gives me a groggy smile.
“That was sweet,” she says. “You truly have been an asshole to me. You’re lucky I love you so much.”
She rubs sleep from her eyes and lifts herself, our gazes meeting.
“I don’t know how else I can show you that my love is real, Fynn. That it is pure,” she says.
She climbs on top of me, carefully, like she's expecting me to push her off or strike her again. I fixate on the scabs and cuts on her face and lips, small red lines with crusted blood, reminding myself that I'm the one who caused them. It was my hands that struck her beautiful face. My cheeks burn with shame, and I'm confused about why she'd want anything to dowith me. My hands carefully cradle her face, and I kiss her gently.
“I’m so sorry, my beautiful girl. I’m sorry I ever laid a hand on you. I don’t know what got into me,” I say.
My voice breaks, as tears begin to stream down my face. She eagerly returns my kiss, as if it’s air she’s been deprived of.
“It’s that fucking curse, I know it’snotyou,” she says, her voice hoarse. “The fact I carry some of your magic, your sister did something, I’m sure of it.”
When I could still regulate my emotions fairly well, I had shared most of what I learned with Jodelle—a truth she accepted without hesitation.
With my hands on her hips, the thought of my sister derails my mind, and images start to flash of her dead body, legs broken and twisted in ways that are not natural, and I involuntarily lick my lips. I want to push Jodelle off me, a sudden urge kicking in to find my sister. It’s her neck I want to snap, not Jodelle’s.
“No. Fynn! FOCUS!”
Angrily, Jodelle snaps her fingers in front of my face, and I glare at her, irritated.
Without saying a word, she unzips my pants, pulls out my semi-hard cock, and begins to tug. My breathing becomes heavier, and it doesn’t take long before I stand fully erect. She lifts herself and slides down on my hard cock, her slit drenched, taking me easily. Feeling the warmth of her pussy enveloping me, Harlot is instantly shoved to the back of my mind, as Jodelle’s vagina grips me tightly. She pushes me flat onto the bed and begins to ride me with an intensity that makes me see stars. I forgot how wild and free Jodelle could be, how good our sex life was, and how much I genuinely love this woman.
She pulls her nightgown over her head and reveals her beautiful breasts to me, her nipples erect, as she continues togrind on me. She rolls her hips expertly. I love it when she takes control during our lovemaking, and I begin to relax more and more. My fingers trace the skin on her thighs as she bounces on my cock, a squelching sound filling the room, while our skin slaps together. Chasing her own pleasure, she increases her speed, and I roll my eyes into the back of my skull as the rhythm she sets makes me lose control as well.
Hearing her moan loudly as she orgasms causes me to come as well, and I fill her up to the brim with my cum. Her skin is glistening, a thin layer of sweat covering her, and she has never looked more ethereal and beautiful to me.
