is it love? Mystery Spell- Love and War

Chapter 17: Victor

The rest of the expedition in Peru was a mix of cold, dusty ruins and steamy, hot sex. Not that I complained, but the sore muscles I had for more than 7 different reasons, was not welcome, even if it did bring back fond memories of something most girls in my Myths and Legends class did dream of doing.

Once we got back to Mystery Spell, we, of course, couldn't continue our behavior from Peru. It was going to be torture for us both, but it was necessary. Luckily for us though, we would be going to Zambia in a month over Christmas break to investigate another 'Cradle of Magic'. We'd also have to be careful, as the Descendants were still very active in the community over there.

It was late when I got back to the manor, so I made sure I was quiet upon coming back in from my trip. Peter must have been asleep because I couldn't hear his piano playing. I freshened up in my bathroom, changed into a spaghetti strap top and shots and climbed into bed. I was so tired, I fell asleep instantly...

As I once again dreamt of my ancestors and living their experiences through my dreams to learn more magic again, something peculiar was happening outside of my body...

Peter's perspective:

She was back at last. I watched her as she slept so soundly. Her soft pale skin glowing in the moonlight, her fiery red hair so vibrant under its silvery glow, those wonderfully soft, full pink lips...I wanted to kiss her again. I'd been aching for her, I just can't get enough of her light. Her loathsome, agonizingly beautiful light and vitality. She was too precious for this world. An angel from heaven, and here she was, sleeping soundly before me.

Her figure was fuller, plump and gorgeous now that she was back to the weight she should have been, and that only enhanced her vitality, the very essence I craved and despised. I reached out and touched her face gently. I didn't deserve to be doing this. I was darkness. She was light. Sunlight and moonlight, woven into an ethereal glow that was becoming of her. Her cheeks were wonderfully flushed, her skin soft and smooth to the touch and those lips...

I needed to leave. Before I did something unthinkable. I wanted her. I wanted to possess her, but not like this. I wouldn't do that to the woman I loved. I stopped in the middle of the hallway. Love? Is that why I can't ignore her? This...irrefutable attraction, this...silver cord? I shook my head firmly. No. I can't allow this to continue. I have to stay away. Even if everything within me protested. I mustn't give in.

Ophelia's perspective:

A few weeks later and we were no further to finding out anything concrete about the descendants, but we have all agreed that Loan had some sort of connection with them based on his warning he gave me on Halloween night and his recent behavior. I was growing stronger day by day with my round the clock training from the Osbornes, Myths and Legends reading and my ancestor dreams. The brothers were starting to pick up on my location because they could feel my magical aura leaking out of me. I was growing more confident with combat magic, and my visions were growing clearer and more accurate.

Today was going to be the first day I see Sebastian again one-on-one since we're both going to Zambia for 5 days. He picks me up, we hop on the plane and while everyone is sleeping, he brides some of the flight attendants to ignore us for 5 minutes while we fuck in the toilets. It's rushed, animalistic, feverish, and intoxicating. We've both missed each other's bodies. I kiss him eagerly as I ride him roughly, feeling his dick rub my clit at the angle we were fucking. We had to be quiet so as not to disturb the other flight members.

"When we get to the hotel, I'm wrecking this little body of yours," he growled in my ear as he bit down on my breast, causing me to gasp.

And he made well of his promise for the first 3 days until the 4th night, when the African branch of descendants came knocking on our hotel door while he was out. I opened the door to answer whoever was knocking on it but was greeted by a chloroform-soaked handkerchief. 

The smell of smoke woke me up. I was being burned at the stake while the descendants watching and cheering. The flames rose higher and higher, but as fast as lightning, all those I saw in front of me were dead, and I was seized by a pair of strong arms. I felt something hit my neck and the world went black once more.

I woke up and the world around me was spinning. My body was moving on its own as if controlled by an external force. It was as I came to I realized I was dancing with someone. Victor! I tried to get away from him but I couldn't.

"Now, now my dear, try not to leave this lovely ball I've thrown for you," he said in a patronizing tone.

"What am I doing here?" I demanded.

"Why you're dancing of course," he replied, "and might I say, that gown looks exquisite on you my dear."

I glance down and see I'm wearing a long, slinky red satin gown with a side slit.

"Do you often dress-up your prisoners?" I mock as I'm dipped mid-dance.

"Prisoner?" he echoed, pulling me closer to him as the dancefloor grew more densely packed, "My dear, you're not a prisoner, you're a guest."

"A guest who is here against her will," I comment with disdain.

He chuckled and pressed me up against him as he said, "You're a tough one to crack, little witch."

I say nothing and glare at him which seems to amuse him, "Very tough indeed. It appears my psychic abilities and compelling powers are ineffective against you."

"You're lying," I say, still glaring at him, "you're trying to make me think I have an edge over you so I'll let my  guard down."

He laughs and we leave the dancefloor to stroll through the estate's gardens, "I wish I was lying my dear, you can feel me trying to probe your mind, but the only control I seem to be able to harness over you are your movements for basic activities such as walking and dancing. If I wasn't lying I'd have done a great manner of things to you by now."

"Why am I here, Victor?" I demanded.

"You're here because you're an intriguing woman, Ophelia," he replied, moving his hand further down my back.

"Liar," I hiss, "you're after something."

"You're right," he chuckles, "I'm after you."

"Why?" I spat, "I'm nothing to you, I don't hold any value or usefulness, so why am I here?"

"Oh, on the contrary, my little dove," he growled, pulling me towards him forcefully, "you're very intriguing, a good source of entertainment. Powerful too. And that glare in your eye when you're angry, it stirs me the right way."

"So that's why? I'm here because you felt bored?" I mock.

"Yes," he replied with a condescending smile as he pressed me up against a stone archway, "plus, I know for a fact, that your blood is of the finest quality. You will make, a memorable meal."

His eyes turned red and his fangs grew. Adrenaline kicked in and a magic that was long dormant within me snapped to life. He flew backward and crashed into a wall, causing it to crumble upon impact. I regained movement of my limbs and I could feel him try to regain control of me but he couldn't, not now, not ever again. The other vampires at the ball felt something was wrong and I could tell they were all going to hunt me down for their master. The energy within me pulsed and I could feel it's raw power grow. My body was encased in a shining golden light, I pressed my palms to the floor as I kneeled down, preparing for the onslaught. I focused and concentrated the power as finely as possible. I could feel them coming as I compacted the power, ready for release. Just as they surrounded me I released the energy. 1000 degree flames surged from my body and consumed everyone and everything in sight in a big shockwave assualt.

Once it was over, I was surrounded by nothing more than the smoldering remains of over 100 corpses and the ruins of what was once a grand castle, with Victor stood in front me, shocked. I glared at him one final time as I concentrated my energy once again, focusing on returning home to Mystery Spell. My body started to turn into black shadows from the bottom up and I said to him;

"I will not be your toy for entertainment Victor. Come near me and the ones I love again, and I promise you; you will be the one who turns to ashes."

With that final warning, I apperated back into my room at Mystery Spell. I could hear concerned voices and arguing coming from the main hall. It was Sebastian and the brothers. I sent a wave of energy through the house to alert them of my presence. This was going to be one hell of a story to tell...