SERIES: Choices #13
AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue
E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com
POV: the Blond.
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My little witch is a bloody *marvel*! I knew that already, of course, but I didn't really *know* it, if you get my meaning.
I knew that underneath all the shy, quiet resonance of her there was a bloody great *fire* just waiting to pour out and set the world aflame, but even after living with her for a couple months, I didn't truly realize just how hot that fire could burn... or how easy it was to set it ablaze. But then I did something *truly* stupid. I left her.
I went to Angel's place, of course, because... Well, yeah, he's a pompous, angst-ridden, guilt-loving prick, but he's still my Sire. And he didn't stake me when I came to him the last time.
Well, once again, he didn't give me a dusty death. No, he just gave me a room in that big dank hotel of his and let me stew. Oh, I know he tried to talk to me; find out what my problem was, but honestly, I'd just left my girl and the *last* thing I wanted to do was talk about how empty and worthless I felt.
So I sat in that damned room, just staring into space, and I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. I kept seeing her the way she was when I'd left... All pale skin against black sheets, hair red as blood spread out around her. It was horrible. To remember her that way, and know I'd never see her again...? Well, let's just say that the man *and* demon parts of me were equally torn. But it was what I'd needed to do, although I suppose I could have found another way. Preferably a way that didn't end with me holed up in a somewhat dusty hotel room, sobbing more than my bloody pouf of a Sire *ever* did.
// Love is gentle as a rose, and love can conquer any war;
It's time to make a stand-- brothers and sisters join hands... //
I guess I'll have to stop calling him that one of these days-- to his *face*, anyway-- because I've come to realize that... He's the reason I'm laying here now, with my bloody *Mate* curled up by my side!
That's right. The pouf apparently decided-- once again-- that he knew what was best for everyone else, and he went and called my girl! He called her, and told her that I wasn't acting like myself, and that he didn't think I was planning on returning to dear old Sunnyhell, and... He's a big interfering git, in't he? Of course, *this* time he was right, so I guess I owe him in a way.
And don't think *that* thought doesn't just... piss me off! It *does*! Doesn't make it any less true, though. No, without Angel's bloody inclination to meddle, I'd probably still be starving myself and crying in the corner.
So he called Will. And she came after me. And I'm *glad*!
// We've got to let love rule... let love rule...
We've got to let love rule... let love rule... //
I don't know what the *Hell* I was thinking, but whatever it was, she straightened me out *right* quick! My Red came after me, and she took me, claiming me herself since I hadn't done it to her! Her hot, tight little body rocked, and heaved, and arched on mine, and her fingers dug so deep into my skin that she almost drew blood, and all I can say is... As soon as I realized I wasn't dreaming, I knew I'd been a fool. Trying to walk away from her...? Well, that was just as stupid as it would be for *her* to try to stop *breathing*!
I'd known from the start that she was a part of me, but... it wasn't until then that I knew *which* part, exactly, because... the little witch had gone and somehow become my *heart*! And I know that somewhere-- deep down inside-- she was worried about Dru and me, but... Drusilla was never all the things to me that my *Red* is, and she never could be. No, I've actually discovered that... I prefer my women *sane*. Or my woman, to be clear, 'cause there will never be anyone for me other than my Willow.
So Willow came and claimed me, and I don't have the heart to tell her that it doesn't work that way. A vampire can't be claimed by a human; it just isn't *done*! But I'm not exactly your run-of-the-mill vamp, am I? I mean, I've got that sodding chip in my noggin, my fucking *Sire* has a bloody *soul*, and I'm completely-- unquestionably, and irrevocably-- in love. With a witch. So... sod all, I'm claimed. Of course, so is *she*.
// Love transcends all space and time,
And love can make a little child smile...
Can't you see this won't go wrong... //
Yeah, I finally did what I should have done in the first place. I took the chance that maybe my head *wouldn't* explode, and I put my mark-- big as day!-- right there on her neck for all to see! I took her deepest, most sacred essence into myself, and... She's so much more than I ever thought!
I can *feel* her, now! Sense her emotions, and almost read her *mind*! And she's so much more beautiful than I ever knew. She's bright, sparkling joy, wrapped around a core of the most delicious darkness I've ever seen, and... I wasn't sure until just now, but when I *do* turn her, she's going to have to keep that soul of hers that I love so much. Her darkness is intoxicating, of course, but... If it's ever set free without her light, I don't think I'd be enough of a demon for her, even if I *can* get rid of the chip some day.
But that doesn't matter right now, because that day-- when it comes-- is a long time off. My girl still has a bit of growing to do-- in the physical sense-- and the claiming is enough to keep her healthy and whole until then. Yeah, she could still get hurt some, but she'll heal like a champ, and quickly, too. I'm just gonna have to be sure to keep her as much out of harm's way as I can... and out of *Harm's* way.
I've heard that my former... whatever... is trolling about LA these days, trying to be evil and all. Fortunately, her demon seems to be just as weak-minded as the girl it inhabits, so I'm fairly certain the world is safe. Unfortunately, the bint has a bit of a jealous streak, and I can just imagine what her reaction will be when she finds out that not only have I taken a *Mate*, but that Mate is the girl she still hates from high school. Still, if the stupid cow tries to hurt my Willow, I'll stake her myself-- assuming my girl doesn't do it first-- which is, after all, entirely possible.
She's come a long way from being the doormat she once was, my Red has. She never even wavered in her devotion to *us*; not even when her friends shut her out of their lives. I think the little group of Scoobies is surprised that she hasn't come running back to them like some kind of whipped puppy, but... they can sod off. They used her for years-- taking her for granted, relying on her agile mind to solve their little 'research' problems-- and never once did they say 'thank you' and *mean* it! So I'd say they're only punishing themselves by continuing to be such closed-minded prats! But honestly, I don't give a rat's ass about them, except for the fact that my *girl* does. I can tell that just thinking about them has brought my real face out, but I don't really care. If my Mate would let me, I'd see to it that they all died slowly and painfully for what they've tried to do to her. Even Anya. I mean, she was a *demon* for over a thousand years, and she can't stand up to a few *humans*?
But obviously, this whole 'sensing emotions' thing isn't one-sided, because... my Mate is stirring beside me. So I push the anger to the back of my mind, and smile into her green eyes. 'Evening, pet,' I murmur, letting my hand do what it's wanted to for the last few hours-- which is, of course, roam wildly over her soft, pale skin. 'Sleep well...?'
Her smile could stop my heart, if it were beating. But she props herself up on one elbow, and her fingers are dancing up and down my side, and I *still* can't believe that I tried to give her up! 'Mine,' I hear, and it feels like flickers of fire are flowing up and down my spine.
// But we got to be strong; we can't do it alone...
We got to let love rule... let love rule... //
Every hair on my body is standing on end, and I can tell that whatever is happening here is completely outside the usual vampire experience, but I just can't bring myself to care. Whatever this is, I *want* it! I want to feel this way all the time! So, 'Yours,' I whisper, my hand pulling hers to the small scar where she cut me.
Her nails are scraping lightly at the healed wound, and I'm somehow not surprised when it opens again under the soft pressure. And then her lips are over it again, and I can *feel* her inside me! The brilliant glow of her is racing through my heart and mind, and I'm almost afraid that I'll burst into flames, but I'll be *damned* if I'm gonna stop her, because... But that's when she pulls back, and there's a nearly dangerous gleam in her eyes as they lock on mine. 'Forsaking Heaven and Hell,' I hear her say intently, and it has the sound of a ritual, 'Eternally, thou art *mine*!' And it feels like the air in my room has suddenly hardened to crystal; it feels like there's something there-- waiting. 'Sealed in blood.' she finishes, pulling my lips to her neck.
I let my mind go almost entirely blank as my fangs slip inexorably into her neck, and I choose to ignore the sudden snapping I feel inside, as well as the disappointed shriek I hear only in my head. I have no *idea* of what she's just done, but... Eternally, she said, and I refuse to believe that that could be a *bad* thing. And her sweet, hot blood is racing through my body, igniting fires everywhere it passes, and *I* *love* *her*! I don't *care* what her words mean, as long as I won't have to be apart from her again! But I can feel her growing weaker, only slightly, but still!, so I force myself to pull away from my mark, and I raise my head to meet her glorious eyes once more. 'My Mate,' I say, and I can hear the purring tone in my own voice.
'*My* Mate,' she replies, her soft, warm hand wrapping lightly around my straining cock. She grins her delight when I press her back against the mattress, and '*Now*.' she insists, wrapping her legs tight around my waist.
I can refuse her nothing, and I know it. And she's so hot and tight around me that I can't even bring myself to *try*. This is primal, and necessary, and more than I deserve, and I'll never say no to her, not even if we *do* end up having eternity. But I can't think right now, because her hands are hard on my back, and her legs are pulling me harder and deeper into her perfect twat, and I don't think I'll *ever* stop wanting her the way I do right now. In fact, I'm *sure* of it! And when she cries out beneath me, her wet, hot walls clamping down on me like a bloody *vise*, I can't help but let myself go. My hips drive harder and faster against her, pulling shrieks and whimpers from her throat as if there's an endless supply, and my sac is so high and tight against my body, I'm not really sure that it'll *ever* drop back down, and... *Bloody* *fucking* *Hell*!
I don't think I've ever cum that hard before in my *life*; not even with *her*! I can feel her still trembling under me, but I'm shaking pretty badly, too, and it's all I can do to try not to crush her completely while I gasp against her neck. 'Red...' I manage to whisper, groaning when her fingers rise to play with the hairs at the nape of my neck. I can feel myself growing hard within her once more, and I honestly don't know if I can do that again without passing out, but... She's my Mate, and I really *can't* refuse her anything.
But she's pushing against my chest, and she moves with me as I lay on my back. She looks down into my eyes, and I can see a faint tinge of 'other-ness' in hers. 'Sealed in blood, and love, and the stuff of life,' she announces, just before that same other-ness flees, and she smiles softly while she begins rocking slowly and gently upon me. 'I don't want to go back,' she says, as if she's *not* making love to me. 'I don't want to go back.'
I can barely speak through the gentle passion I'm feeling, mostly because it's an entirely new sensation, and completely the opposite of what we had just a few moments ago, but... 'Fine,' I manage to moan, 'We'll have Anya close up the house...' My eyes close, and I revel in the feeling of my cock just... shifting within her. Her fingers are spread wide on my chest, and the tender sweetness of this moment in time is almost unbearable, and it takes only moments before my back is arching beneath her, and she's sighing my name over and over, and... Once again, all I can do is gasp as I fill her to overflowing.
My arms close around her slender back, and the demon-y parts of me are rumbling contentedly at her wildly racing pulse, and all I can do now is just... hold her... love her... *need* her, because...
My little witch is a bloody *marvel*, and I get to keep her. *Forever*.
// We got to let love rule... //
End.