Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Eight: Gone in the Memories

   Camden

        I rolled my shoulders as I stretched, wearing my own clothes. I, luckily, had no problems with my appendix, just some strange mouth bleeding. I had a feeling it was supernatural. Crux sat and watched me in the chair, then stood when I finished working out the kinks.

  "Ya ready to go to your real home?" I nodded. "Although, I really wished I could say goodbye to Lyra and Clyde and get my stuff." Crux beamed. "I took care of that. You can come in now!" I saw familiar dark hair peek through the door.

  "Lyra!" I pounced at her, and she cuddled into my arms. "Sweetheart," I removed my arms, as she wringed her hands together. "I heard you remember things, which is good. Cammy, you're an adult." She teared up, and carefully swatted at her eye. "Clyde and I can't control you. Live your life, love who you love, and be happy. I brought your stuff."

  "Lyra..." I stared up at my personal angel. "I couldn't thank you enough." I kissed her cheek. "I'll miss you, but don't worry! We'll visit." She ruffled my hair. "Damn right you will. I have to go now, hon. Call me!" I smiled as she ran away, Cornflower jumping into my arms. "Well, let's get a move on, shall we?" I nodded. "How are we going to get all of the suitcases outside, though? They seem...heavy."

   Crux shrugged, and threw off his spike jacket, revealing his lithe bodies. "I got this!" Cornflower's disbelieving gaze met my own. Crux managed to stuff all of the cases in his arms and speed of to the elevator. I jumped in with him, and he led me to a car.

   "Shotgun!" I squealed, hopping into the frontal half of the car, where another guy sat. This one had blond hair and deep, brown eyes. "Julien," He held out his hand. I shook it, and he glanced in the review mirror. "You need any help, Crux?" Crux shook his head. "Nah. Let's move out!" Julien smirked.

    I held on to my seatbelt for my life. He was going so fast, I was surprised that no cops stopped us. My breathing slowed and relaxed as we drove on a bumpy road into the forest, stopping at a cabin.

   "Hey boys!" A girl ran up to meet us, wearing stilettos and a party dress. Crux blushed. "Lilith, what's up babe?" Lilith sighed, and stared at me. "Ah! You did it! Master will be so happy!" She cheered, holding up a bottle of wine. "We're throwing a party!" Julien scoffed, and placed a hand on his hip. "Did Master say you could?" She giggled. "Who cares? This deserves a party!" She wooted, running into the house.

    I was lead in by Crux, and my bags were dropped in front of a door. He bid me farewell, and I walked into the room. It was very spacious, a king sized bed in the middle, lots of dressers, and thousands of pictures of me on the wall.

   I placed my bags on the bed. I'm too tired to unpack right now. Instead, I noticed a silver hoop underneath the bed, and pulled on it. "That's quite heavy." I grunted. I gritted my teeth and put my back into it. I dragged the thing completely out from under the bed, before falling on my butt.

   I peered at the coffin. What creep keeps a coffin in their room? I stared at it, curiosity  gnawing away at me. My hands grappled the gasket, and threw the thing open.

  Oh.

   Alistair's voice grumbled as he yawned, and sat up in the coffin. "Is it dusk already?" My heart throbbed, and went still. "Oh," He breathed. "How did you get in here, Camden?" I grinned enthusiastically at him. "I live here now, with you apparently." His eyes widened. "No interruptions?" I grinned again. "Nope. Alll yours-- minus the party that Lilith girl is throwing."

   "I told her not to, I'm not fond of parties." He stepped out of his coffin, and closed it. "Why do you sleep in a coffin? Are you into something strange? Roleplay purposes?" He blushed scarlet.

  "How much do you remember, Camden?" The way he said my voice gave me chills. "Not much," I respond weakly. "I'll help you remember." His hand wrapped around my necklace, the one with the engagement rings.

   "You remember the day I gave this to you?" He murmured. "It was Christmas. You were upset because you had a cold, so we stayed in and I nursed you back to health. We accidently bought ech other nearly the same ring." He smiled, faintly.

    His hands stroked my hair, pulling me into his chest. "You're so damn perfect." His lips were all over the shell of my ear, as his hands traveled lower and played with various sweet spots of my body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling us closer. His lips traveled the expanse of my throat. My hands traveled into his hair as his lips parted on my throat, licking and sucking. I was drowning in pleasure when a searing pain erupted in my neck and I screamed to the heavens.

    I gasped as I was thrown into memories. I remembered everything. Every little detail burst into color in my head, every person I met, every sweet or bitter memory, everything. Alistair detached himself from me. "Don't cry love," he wiped a tear I didn't even notice away. "Even throught the thick and the thin, you're stuck with me." I laughed, wrapping my arms around him, cuddling into him. "I will gladly stick to you for centuries."