Tending The Darkness

Chapter 4

Valerie's perspective;

I wake up and something feels different. Some kind of building and expectation inside of me, like a fire eating snake. My skin is clammy. I run a bath. As I bath I think about my skin. How it yearns to be touched. That need I have been suppressing for so long has begun to boil over. I can't do this new school sex anymore. I need an outlet. My feet seated at the edge of the tub. They taunt me. There is two of them and only one of me. I yearn for a puzzle piece that fits. I have soared far and wide, I am master of the sky. Prey scatter before me. What am I missing?

I get out of the tub. I start to get ready for the day. The sun is shining. The heat is drying up the earth. As for me, I'm wet. Silky smooth wet. What has gotten into me? I make my way to the bed. I will do this deliberately to keep my body in check. Slowly I rub my finger into the moisture. Its pleasant enough. I can think of nothing except the feeling of my touch. I will focus on that feeling. My mind clasps at it like a baby monkey. More... more.. more.. the touch is doing the trick, and I cum explosively. The heat of it trickling down my skin like feathers.

I take a deep breath, and put on some clothes. I go downstairs. I make a cup of coffee and some toast. My brother behind his newspaper clears his throat. " The Prince Cameron Edgar of Endless hights will be joining us for a while. He will be staying at a bed and breakfast, but he intends on visiting us personally. There are to be a few suppers with him, so please sisters, plan accordingly. " my brother then looks at me. " He has also been claimed by the Darkness Valerie. Maybe that is why he intends on visiting." I cough on my toast. The Prince Cameron Edgar? Claimed by the dark?! "Oh my, oh my." My womb purrs. I nearly roll my eyes but focus on finishing my coffee. A dark prince. I am a dark princess. This explains a lot. I have never met an equal match like this before. They have always been too light or too common. I am obviously intrigued. I take out my phone, and do a good old fashion Instagram stalk. He is gorgeous. And single.

I spend the rest of the day wondering around the house. A few times my libido kicked in and I almost had to fight to keep it under control. What if he is the same as me. What if he too has these urges. I suppose if it is the Darkness I will soon know. What if we think the same way when we share company. What happens then. I have never known someone like me before. I've seen it in the Lights though. They usually can't keep themselves to themselves. Alice is watching me. I roll my eyes half deliberately. I feel younger than I should. And girly, incredibly girly.

I notice my breasts, I notice my thin ankles, I notice the  way the hemline of my skirt traces my calves. What if he doesn't even like me and I become a mess in front of him. My body senses him. My need is sensing his arrival. A very primal instinct takes over and I feel possessive of him. He has to be mine and mine.

I check my phone, a message from Jack. He senses it too. He never messages me after. I ignore it. I delete his number for extra measure. All I can think is how I wasted myself for all these unwanted and unfulfilling other men. Why did I not dream of a man like me before. My lusty inclinations never included a potential love match. I go to Dutchy. "When will Prince Cameron be arriving?" He smiles. "This evening, he will rest for the night and then tomorrow evening we will host him for dinner. I have arranged a chef to come and cook the food. I'll give you her number if you have any dinner requests."

Dutchy and Alice have both sensed my interest. I take the chefs number. I send a message enquiring what she will be cooking. Her reply; a creamy tomatoes soup for a starter, beef fillet and roasted vegetables for a main and Tiramisu for dessert. There are also to be cocktails and red and white wine. I thank her. I wonder what mother thinks of all this. Surely she knows me well enough to expect my interest. He is young and a lot like me. I wonder what he even plans on doing here. Why the sudden visit? I wonder if he knows about me?

I go to the kitchen and decide to bake some oatmeal cookies. I add white chocolate chips and macadamia nuts to the batter. I've always been a fair cook and baker. It's smells so good. It distracts the house from my apparent interest. I make a tea, take a plate of three and sit on the couch. I drink my tea purposefully and focus on every bite. My nerves are still working. I sneak a quick cigarette out from under the couch cushions. This eases my nerves slightly. I puff puff on the patio. My mother arrives home. Daphne is a quiet woman. Very timid and very ignorant of the lives we lead. I greet her. She smiles at me. Almost knowingly but I couldn't be quite sure. Mothers are a completely different species to me. Soft and gentle. I wonder if she felt this way about my father. Weird to think about, but I have had weirder thoughts. She goes to her office. We don't spend much time together. Suits me fine. I'm not attached.

I go to bed early. Tomorrow we will see what is to become of my expectations. Tomorrow I will know what it is like to know and equal.