The One Who Loved Him

Bringing Her Home

His hand ran down my arm, sending chills up my spine. I didn't know how long he had been doing that, seeing I had just woke up. My eyes fluttered open and stared at his pale, angular face.

"Good morning, love." he said, black eyes sifting down my body. "Sleep well?"

"Fine. Just a couple creepy parts. Did I wake you?" I asked.

He kissed my head. "Twice. First, you gutted me. Then, you were moaning softly. Still woke me though. You should take your medicine."

I nodded and got up, not noticing my ripped nightgown until I stood in front of the mirror. "Babe, why is my gown torn?"

"It is?" he walked in half dressed. "Let me see."

He picked up the damaged lavender silk hem and looked at it. I opened the mirror and grabbed the syringe and pills.

"I think this is the one that snagged my dagger the other day."

"I thought that was the sky blue one." I said, tossing my head back and swallowing the pills.

"No, it was this one, I remember. You got drunk and we had a little fun. Oh, and two days after it, you had a pregnancy scare." He grimaced at the last words.

"You retain a lot."

"Someone has to."

I dropped my jaw and narrowed my eyes at him. He laughed at my expression.

"Ow!" he yelped, still laughing, but now he was holding his arm where I just punched him.

"You deserve it." I growled at him.

"Baby, I was kidding!" he was rubbing his arm now; the laughing had stopped.

I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. He pulled me to him and tried to kiss me, but I pulled back. His hand, which was on my lower back, ran up my spine to hold my head in place.

"You know I'll get what I want." he kissed my forehead.

"I know. So will I."

"Not this time, I'm afraid." he smiled. "You know I didn't mean that. I know you remember things, too."

"I don't care. That hurt my feelings."

He went to kiss me again. I lifted my hand to his face and pushed it away.

"I love it when you're mad at me. It's make this SO much more fun."

I grinned and let him push me against the wall. His kisses were electric; I wanted more and more. But, something felt wrong. Then, it hit me when I looked on the counter at the syringe.

"Babe," I said. "Stop."

"Why? You don't want it?" he asked, still kissing my neck, hands still inside my gown. It was like he didn't care, which he probably didn't.

"No, I need to. I really don't want to hurt you."

That stopped him. He pulled back from me, black eyes surveying my body. I stared away from his intense gaze to the floor. "You didn't take it?"

"You didn't give me a chance." I reasoned.

Jonathan let go of me and grabbed the needle. "Turn around." he demanded.

I did, pulling back my hair to reveal the rune on my neck. He plunged the needle into it and pushed down the pump. I stared in the mirror, watching as my white eyes turned black as Jonathan's, then back to the whiteness. He pulled it out and wiped away the black blood that came from the puncture.