Bite Shift

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We were in the same position when the sunset brought us back, as we were when the sun took us away. I lay on top of him, his arms were wrapped around me. I had never wanted so badly to not move. I had given my body to the man below me but knew that he was still a mystery. Too many people had warned me of his wrath; that he ruled with an iron fist. He had sent me to hunt a killer on the same night I was born into moonlight, with banishment hanging over my head if I failed. I had not failed and he had been the one to come to me when I needed him but I had to admit that Will's death served him as much as it did me.

Had this all been a way for him to get what he needed?

He had called me his fate but it had been in the embrace of orgasm and I couldn't believe what a man said in the moment of release. I was sure he had said such things to other women who shared his bed. I wasn't special. Would he still want me or would he go back to the way things were?

Now that the murderer was dead, vampires could continue to exist with the humans around them unaware. It was better that people didn't know what walked among them at night. I was still coming to terms with the fact that vampires and werewolves and witches were real. I was bound to find out that more things from stories were based on truth but, for now, this was enough. If humans found out, what would they do to us?

Alex knew. He was working on a cure. For the first time since I saw him in the bar I wondered if I would want to use that cure. But I wanted to help him no matter what. He was my friend and I wanted him to find the medicine he dreamed of. I wanted him to be reunited with his sister. I wanted him to be happy. I was grateful to have someone who knew my secret.

Which brought me to Monica, the only other human who knew. I hated the way she found out, hated that she had seen me covered in blood and using my powers. I shuddered to think of what else she may have seen. Did she see me rip his throat out with my teeth? Conjure the spirit of a dead woman? My fangs? My bright blue pupil-less eyes? I didn't blame her for how she felt. I was the stuff of nightmares. But I grieved the loss of her and feared that she would not keep my secret. I stood to lose my family, my friends and my job. They may lock me in a lab for testing or tie me up in the park and let the sun destroy the monster.

Would she tell? Should I tell Tom first before he heard another way?

I can't. They can never know. I would rather disappear then see the same look in their eyes that I had seen in Monica's.

I knew I needed to go see her and talk to her. She may not let me in but I had to try. I had to see that she was okay. I had to say goodbye to my friend so she and I could move on.

And, I had to talk to Rhys. What had happened to him was my fault. I should have trusted him, told him what Will had said. We would have known then that he was the one who could not be trusted. It may have prevented everything that had occurred. It may have saved Rhys from two days in a box, saved Alex from all that pain and Monica from the nightmares that would inevitably visit her.

I needed to see my children, to bring them home and hold them tight. I needed time with them and they needed their mother. I knew, in the back of my mind, that I may have to leave them to protect them but, for a few days, I wanted to be their mother again.

I knew I needed to do those things yet I didn't move.

When I pull away from him, I will break this moment for good. It will be a sweet memory and I am not ready for it to be just a memory.

For a few more seconds, I wanted to be naked in the arms of that powerful man below me. I wanted to live in a world where I truly was his fate and he was mine. I would get up and face reality soon but for this moment we were one.