Born of Ice

Chapter Four

   He let loose a growl as he prowled around his room, tossing things around in his frustration. Centuries, damn it, he had centuries of celibacy and this damned woman was wreaking havoc on it all! In the years since his turning he had never felt so frustrated in such a manner. What in the hell was wrong with him? He was suppose to be protecting her not scaring her shitless with his sexual frustrations. He peered out the window at the darkening sky, praying to his wife that she forgive him for his behavior. He closed his eyes, remembering her smile as she watched their child play around on the dirt floor of the home he had built them.
   He groaned as he felt the burn of tears behind his eyes at his memories. His wife's smile morphed into the gaped mouth of her final scream as she held their daughter. He remembered smelling the metallic scent of their blood as they took their final breathes, wishing to any gods that were listening to take him with them. They had ignored his pleas to let him die as he remembered begging the men that came in to just let him die with his family. He had welcomed the black abyss that had taken him, only to wake up and find that they had turned him to save his life. He remembered the agony he had been in, knowing he had lived when his family had perished.
   A soft knock brought him back to reality. He peered at the time emanating from the alarm clock on the nightstand startled to realize he had been locked in his memories for several hours. He went to the door, cracking it to peer at the source of the knocking. His body stirred to life as he eyed Tisha. She had changed into a pair of tight looking yoga pants and a sleeveless shirt. She stood awkwardly at his door holding a bowl of something in one hand with a cup of something in the other. She shifted on her feet as she peered at the floor as she spoke to him.
"You didn't come down for dinner tonight and figured you'd be hungry so I brought some up for you. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to but it seemed fair considering you busted me out of there. I'm um heading to bed now so you can leave your room if it was my fault you didn't come down."
"It wasn't you but thank you for thinking of me. I am hungry now so um thanks. I will be remaining up to keep an eye on things."
   He took the items from her hands, careful not to drop anything. She nodded her head as she walked down the hallway towards her room. He watched her go as her hips swayed enticingly with each step. He closed his door with a soft click as she entered her room. He peered down at the food she had handed to him, wondering why he hadn't smelled her cooking downstairs. He eyed the food, feeling the rumble in his stomach as the aroma of cooked vegetables and meat hit his nose. He walked to the desk to sit down, taking a tentative bite of the food in front of him. Flavor burst on his tongue as a groan slipped from his lips. Before he knew it, everything was gone and he sat back with satisfaction. He was particularly satisfied with whatever the drink was she had mixed up. He made a mental note to ask her in the morning what had been in it.
   He prowled the house for a short time, beginning to feel as if he were a caged animal unable to escape. It was quarter of one when he heard the first scream tear through his ear drums. He raced up the stairs, his heart beating wildly against his rib cage. As he raced towards her door, another scream tore through the house vibrating windows. He tore open her door, not caring that he may have damaged anything as he did. Tisha thrashed around in her bed, sweat pouring down her face as she let another scream tear from her throat. He climbed onto the bed next to her, pulling her against his chest and murmuring to her as she lived through whatever nightmare assaulted her dreams. Slowly, her body relaxed against him as he continued to murmur to her.
   He must have dozed off holding her as he was rudely awoken with a resounding smack to his chest from a small hand. He growled, slitting his eyes open to peer at his assailant. Tisha was glaring at him as she went to smack him again. He launched himself over, pinning her hands as he wedged himself between her thighs. He was acutely aware of the bulge in the front of his sweats as he glared down at her surprised face.
"The hell was that for woman?!"
"Why are you in here sleeping?"
"It was not my intention to fall asleep. You were screaming and I came to ensure you were not in trouble. You were thrashing about, having a nightmare so I held you until you stopped. I must have dozed off afterwards. You didn't have to smack me! I was not planning to do anything."
"Well how was I to know why you were in here?!"
   She began to squirm underneath him, causing a growl to tear from his throat as she rubbed against him. She stilled, peering up at him and gasping. She appeared to be fascinated with something as her eyes dilated. She squirmed some more earning another growl from him.
"Your eyes! I have never seen such a thing before. They've changed colors! Why are they changing colors?"
   He gave a startled breath as he leapt from the bed as if burned. It was not possible, couldn't be possible. He backed slowly away from her as she slowly sat up, moving towards him. He raced from the room back to his, slamming the door shut and heading straight for his mirror. Surely she had been mistaken about his eyes. Trick of the morning light, had to be that. He peered at his eyes, only seeing his usual color. As he thought of what she had been saying he watched in a sick kind of horror as his eyes indeed fluctuated. His usual color began to rim with jade. He blinked and his eyes shown back at him fully engulfed by the color as he stumbled backwards away from the mirror. How was this even possible?

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