Son Of The Devil

Part 6

Boian

Lucy's lips were soft, just like I knew they would be, and when she brought her lips to mine, I nearly slammed mine into them. I held back the best I could as I let her lead in the moment. It might be mean of me to let her think she is in control, but she would like giving in to me. Her slow, uncertain lips moved over mine, and then I licked the crease they made. I needed to taste her, and she opened up, letting me kiss her deeply. I explored her mouth with my tongue while I held her head in my hands. It was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. I never knew what the taste of desire was like, but all of a sudden, I was consumed by it, and Lucy was the cause.

My body was on fire, and it was so, so sweet. I laid her back on the bed hovering over her as I kissed her. The soft noises she made were driving me mad, I had to have more of this woman, I needed to taste her everywhere. Sliding my leg between hers I pushed my knee to her core and her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as I kissed my way down her throat.

I could not wait any longer and sunk my fangs into her, pulling her sweet blood into my mouth again and again. Her hands tangled in my hair, and she moved her hips so she could grind herself against my leg. The little witch was looking for a release. But I wasn't going to give it to her, not yet. I pulled my fangs from her skin and kissed her hard. I knew I was going to regret my next decision, but it had to be done. I trailed kisses across her face and pressed one last gentle one to her lips before I pulled away from her, leaving her laying on the bed, panting and confused.

I hadn't come here for this, I was going to feed from her and then go back to my own room, but temptation grew too strong. I had watched her for a while when I came to her. She was curled up on her bed, book in hand but not reading, and I felt at ease with myself for the first time in a long, long time. Ever since I left her in the living room, I couldn't stop thinking about how kissable her lips looked as she pouted at me. Mad about the things I have done to her since her arrival. And now I had given her an actual reason to hate me.

"What?" She looked around, finding me standing at the end of her bed looking away from her.

But I said nothing, I couldn't, and the way she looked at me told me my assumption was correct.

"Boian?" She tried again, sitting up in the bed.

"The sun is coming up, Lucy. It's time for you to sleep."

"Oh, I see."

You're such a fool Lucy, you're not allowed to tell him no you idiot. I heard her thoughts loud and clear.

"I can hear what you're thinking little witch." I finally turned to face her. "I told you from the start I just wanted to feed a curiosity. And now I know for certain you cannot tell me no." Lucy glared at me, but there was nothing to be done now, I couldn't take it back.

And yet I could not deny that there was something about her that called to me, I knew she was important. I knew there was a reason other than her will to live that kept her from running, but I couldn't see it when I searched her mind. It was the only thing that was hidden from me.

"I told you, I am not a plaything." She said, her voice raspy, and tired but she was firm in her statement. "I will not allow you to come and use me like a child who wants to know how his new toy works!"

"I am not a child looking for toys to play with with Lucy!" I said, voice raised, teeth bared like an animal, and she flinched back from me. The damage had been done. "I should not have kissed you, it was a mistake, and it won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't happen again." I almost admired her spirit, even when she was shaking like a leaf.

A dim light cast along the floor of her room and I knew that was my cue to leave. The sun was rising and I could not stay here any longer.

"We will talk more later. I have to go." I said and stormed out of her room.

I made it down to the first floor hallway and slammed the door to my chambers shut in a matter of seconds, but not before hearing her silent cries as she cursed me.

"You really are a monster."

I was, and would continue to be, until I was certain.

But, maybe I already was certain she was the one. Kissing Lucy confirmed everything I had been thinking since she first arrived. She gave to me willingly, kissed me willingly, but I had to stop before we went any further. The bulge in my pants was a testament to how much I wanted to continue, to give her what she wanted, to chase and feed our desires. I couldn't, not yet, and maybe not at all. Perhaps I stopped because I was afraid of what it meant.

The world was in need of this half witch, and she didn't even know that her sacrifice to me would save them all from the monster who slept in the depths of my home. Biding his time, healing, growing stronger. He was a threat to every supernatural being and human alike and I couldn't kill him without Lucy's blood in my veins. Her willing blood, her willing sacrifice to me.

I couldn't help but pace around in my room, growing more and more frustrated as time went on. I wanted to be above ground with Lucy, in her company even if she did not want me in it. The winters here brought longer nights and shorter days, but right now the damn sun made going up impossible. I couldn't keep the windows covered all the time though, Lucy was mortal after all, how could I deny her the sun? I knew how it felt to never see the sun rise or sink behind the horizon. I had the cabin built with a mortal in mind, to keep them willing to be here I couldn't shut them away in the dark.

A willing half witch was expected to break this curse my father was in, and I knew she had to be the one the elder witches talked about. But what I had not expected was the feeling I got as I fed from Lucy, how it felt to hold her in my arms, her warm blood. I had not expected such a reaction to kissing her either, the taste of her was everything. If I got attached to her, I wasn't sure I would be able to follow through with taking her life. Maybe the best thing for me to do was keep my distance, I had to make sure she did not try to run, and kissing her again was out of the question.

"Damn you old man." I cursed Dracul.

If he had not become a strigoi, none of this would be necessary in the first place. There would not be other strigoi roaming the mountain forests, ones that he created. Half witches would not be treated like dirt, and I would not have had to lock myself away in here for centuries to watch over his sleeping body. Making sure he did not wake up again. The spell that had him trapped in his current state had to be redone every 100 years and that day was fast approaching.

Dracul was everything that was wrong with the world. His malice and outright disregard for others was unmatched. Even growing up he was harsh in his parenting, his teachings, and everything else he did. He was cruel and unforgiving and if he was allowed to come back into the world we would all suffer. There was no doubt in my mind that he would be able to take over if I was unsuccessful with Lucy.

The next time Dracul awoke, I would end his life. I would do it now if the damn creature wasn't so protected in his current state. For now, I would bide my time and feed from Lucy so when the moment came I would be strong enough to defeat him.