Loves Forbidden Touch (A Supernatural Story)

Chapter 8

When Alana awoke she found herself in an elegant bedroom, dressed in a cotton nightgown. She groaned as a severe migraine came over her. She tried to open her eyes and felt that if she squinted the pain would be bearable. She was also lost in her thoughts as the door opened and someone entered. She turned to the sounds and found Riley standing there. She gulped and closed her eyes.

"I know you're awake Alana." He said close to her ear and she nearly jumped from the bed.

"Go away." She muttered.

"Why did you kill Mariah? She meant no harm."

Alana gritted her teeth and opened her eyes, glaring at the man she supposedly loved. "No Harm?" she yelled, flinching at the throbbing, "That bitch killed Sam and said she was doing this for me? Who the hell made her God to do such things, huh? She should've never done this!"

He shook his head, "Why are you fighting this Alana?"

She sat up and pushed him away, "I want our world back to the way it was Riley, I don't care if daddy hated you, but it was our world. Here, you are not as strong I fear you to be and I..." she stopped as she looked in horror at his face. He growled and pushed her down on the bed.

"Riley?" she squeaked.

"Oh I am strong here Alana, more powerful than ever and lethal too. I could kill you with the twist of my hand." He said as he licked her neck.

She shivered; she felt her body react to his.

"I...but...I..." she stopped; no words seemed to form on her lips.

He pulled away and gently kissed her lips, the heat in her core burning, wanting him to touch her.

"But be warned my little Alana, I am a hunter and a beast and in the end I could turn on you."

She bit her lip after he moved away, still hovering over her. "I'm not afraid of you." She whispered.

"You should be." He said and crushed his lips hard against hers, pulling her into a sitting position and held onto her tightly. She let her fingers roam his back, holding onto him as he nipped at her lips, kissing her endlessly. He let her breath once in a great while but controlled the kiss. She wanted it to never end but at last he pulled away. "Get dressed. I have some people I would like you to meet." He said and rose to his feet.

She looked at him in confusion, they had just been intimate and now he was so cold? What was wrong with him?

"Now Alana." He said impatiently.

She scrambled from the bed and grabbed the clothes he'd picked up and handed to her. She looked at him to say, 'privacy please?' and with that he left the room. She sighed. What was wrong with her?

She dressed quickly in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. She donned black shoes and a black sweater and paused to look into a mirror. Her lips were swollen, her hair a wreck but she was never better. She smoothed her hair with her hands and reached for the door. It swung open and she fell back.

The eyes that looked at her only meant one thing and then she was overcome by blackness yet again.

When she came to, the eyes stared with no emotion. She got to her feet and glared back. "Who are you?" she asked.

"The dark watchers. We felt this world would be best for you yet you fought us all along. We tried to destroy the vampires, yet you saved them. Why do you do such things?"

She smiled, "I love a vampire and I shall fight for him no matter what and as for the others, they are my friends, soon to be my family and I will fight for them no matter what is thrown my way."

The being sighed, "We thought they were like the others. Killers. Yet you feel a connection to them, yes?"

"I love them, if that's what you mean."

It nodded, "We were wrong about them. We are wrong." It said. "Your world shall return but remember this human; things may never be the same." And with the snap of his fingers....