He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
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"W-What do you mean you saw my mothers passing?" I question him, still more confused than anything. Surely he wasn't there the night I was born. My dad would have recognized him the other night, right?
My mind is jumping to every possible conclusion while my eyes frantically search James's face for an answer, only to come up short. His expression is completely unreadable.
James sighs and drops his gaze to our conjoined hands, absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of mine with this thumb.
"It's a little hard to explain, but I don't want to keep secrets from you." he finally speaks, looking back at me to see if I'm listening. When he sees I am, he continues, "In 1745, Steve and I were taken by an organization called HYDRA. A bunch of self-righteous terrorists looking to wreak havoc on the world." he scoffs, shaking his head to himself.
"We were tortured, starved and experimented on for a little over ten years before they were overrun. We escaped in the midst of the chaos..." he trails off, visibly cringing at the memories flashing through his mind. "As a result of those experiments, Steve and I were successfully turned into the first vampires ever." my eyes widen and my mouth falls open.
I knew they were 'The First' vampires, but I was completely oblivious to how it had actually happened.
"James... I'm so sor-" he holds his hand up, stopping me mid sentence.
"It's okay, doll. I've learned to live with it." he says with an unconvincing smile on his perfect lips. "That's not all, though. We didn't just get turned into your 'average' vampire..." he uses air quotations, most likely referring to todays stereotypes. "They injected us with a serum, giving us... powers. Mine making me capable of reading every thought, feel every feeling or see any memory a person has. If I choose to, that is."
"I-I don't understand.." I shake my head.
How this could possibly involve my mothers death?
He sighs. "The moment we touched after you told me about your mom, I saw your very first memory. It was of your mothers passing." he explains, a look of sorrow in his eyes.
"How..." I trail off, shaking my head. "how could I have shown you a memory I don't even remember myself?"
I was a baby. A literal newborn. There's no way I could have remembered it, let alone showed James.
What does that even mean?
"I'm trying to figure that out myself." he shrugs. "But if I had to guess, I would say it has something to do with this... thing... between us?" he says, although it sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than me.
A moment of silence passes while I try to wrap my head around the information I've just been given. There's so many questions floating around in my mind, but there's one in particular that's not boding well with me.
