Eight

Chapter Eight

Leaving Isabella standing there with her eyes closed and that blush upon her cheeks was not without merit but I found myself entirely reluctant to do so.  When had I become so wholly infatuated with her?  I knew the answer to that before the question ever crossed my mind but I wasn’t ready to admit that, even to myself.  She was such a beautiful human.  I had never seen a beauty such as herself, natural and not without flaw and yet even to my heightened vampire eyes she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.  Knowing that I would see her in a few short hours was the only reason my body permitted me to leave her.

She had enraptured me, enthralled me even.  Like the tales of the sirens of old my little human called to me in every primal way.  Her scent filled me with peace and understanding and her nature left me curious.  She was willful and stubborn and it was easy to see how she found herself in the precarious situations she always seemed to be in.  If it is true that ‘curiosity killed the cat’ then my Isabella was the equivalent to a basket full of kittens. 

She seemed to be such a kind and truly good hearted person which is precisely why I could understand that the fates had chosen her for me.  I was a beast king, a ‘Le Diable blanc’ as my people called me in my human years.  Merciless and cruel, I was the torment of many in my human years.  Made a Lord at such a young age did nothing to help my ruthlessness as I was shown no punishment for my crimes, no matter how grave they were.  I suffered for my misdeeds in the end though, becoming a vampire was only seemed to ease some of my sins, for the rest of my pennants are paid every day as I have to live with what I had become. To live among the immortals as I was, it was a hellish nightmare at best.  Different from the rest of my kind has been difficult especially as the world has over populated itself; harder for me to move about, harder for me to hide. 

But no punishment the fates could ever construct could be worse than this.  Lousing about with my overly exited brother at this hour could be described as sitting through one of Jane’s lectures about propriety and the expectations of the Volturi standards while being slowly ripped apart and burned. 

“What is the point to all this, Aro?”   I groaned laying my head on the large stacks of musty paper that have acquired into a pile in front of me.  He was incessant in his ramblings on about this and that, knowing full well that I could care less about an upstart in a younger coven in Japan.

As the one sided conversation grew more and more ridiculous I realized he was baiting my temper.  He was stalling and more than anyone, Aro knows that in my one thousand and twenty years of being a vampire or the twenty-two years I spent as a human that I had not been then, am not now, and will never be a patient man.  

“Am I boring you, Caius?”  Although he was not smiling it was hard to miss the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“You know you are.”  I growled in irritation as I checked the hour with the time piece from my waistcoat.  It was past midnight and now my human was undoubtedly asleep.  I rose from my chair pushing away the meaningless documents that Aro kept adding through his lecture, they had nothing to do with me.

“What is the purpose of this distraction?”  I have never been in what I could remember of my human life or in my vampire life a man to skirt around the obvious question.  If I wanted an answer I would retrieve it by any means necessary.

“Distraction?  Caius, whatever do you mean? These are matters of impor-”

“Aro!”

He held his hands out in front of him in a totally innocent gesture trying to appease my ever growing rage.  He chuckled lightly though and all my suspicions were confirmed.

“Forgive me, Caius.”  Hanging his head, I knew his words were genuine and sincere.  “To be honest my brother, I wanted to observe how you interacted with others away from the girl.”

“And?”  I asked with a speculative brow. 

“I find you to be exasperating and impatient, even more so than usual.”  He said with a snicker.  “But to be honest, you’ve done better than expected.”  He said shutting his eyes in deep thought.  “Though I must say I am interested to see how you will react once the girl is changed.”

His voice trailed off as I exited Aro’s library and down the corridor, into the maze of winding paths leading to the guest wing.  “You know Caius, it is rude to leave while still in the middle of a conversation.”  I chuckled quietly as Aro’s angry voice carried to me, he was cross but he would soon get over it.  Even in my haste to get to Bella’s room my legs couldn’t seem to carry me the required distance fast enough.  It wasn’t until I reached underside to her window did I relax enough to inhale her sweet smell and calm myself. 

After a short debate with myself over leaving the little human to rest till morning or giving into my own selfish desires I decided that by her side was where I wanted to be.  That was well enough of an explanation and without more thought I jumped.  Scaling the side of the stone walls until her scent wafted so strongly I had to gouge the stone deep to keep from falling backwards.  I took at minute on her sill to scan the darkness of her room.  It was decorated well but far beneath her stature, something I would remedy in the morning.  It was only her in the darkness no other creature stirred, our castle blessedly free of rodent or stray animals that were to frightened by our predatory nature to venture to close.

Leaping through her window I could already tell by the slowed beat of her human heart that she was asleep, although a fit full one.  Her heart would speed and slow; indication that see might have been dreaming.  I stood there watching her for a short while, basking in the light of her beauty.  Her brow covered in a light sheen of sweat and her long mahogany hair splayed about her pillow, the moons cast glowing of her skin in a divine light.  Her arousal hit the air and I could not contain my purr of approval even finding myself growing hard at the sight of her gasping parted lips, wishing she would grace my ears with my name. 

Her heart rate speed up to the point I knew she would wake and decided to move into the shadows to observe for a while longer.  As predicted she gave a frustrated growl a moment later.  

~~**CD**~~


Sleep did not come as easy as I would have liked.  With my mind swirling with unanswered question and my body tingling from the less than innocent dreams staring Caius between the apex of the thighs I decided to get up rather than lay there panting in the cool night air.  Propping myself on my elbows I reached for the beside lamp and for my copy of Dante’s Inferno from the nightstand, I couldn’t go back to sleep now and masturbating in a castle full of vampires was out of the question.  Reading until sleep claimed me again or till morning weighed in heavily as my only option.  My hand had barely touched the switch of the lamp when a cold blast of air trickled across the naked flesh of my shoulders followed by the deep baritone of Caius voice.

“You should be asleep, ma beauté.”  Even though I could not see his face in the eerie blackness of the room I could only imagine the smirk that I could hear from the tenor in his voice.  It was deep and silky, holding a promise of the deliciously sinful things he could do to me, and did in my dreams.

I startled though, unsure of where he was in the room or embarrassingly, how long he had been there.  As my eyes focused I could partially make out his shadowy mass from the window, more than anything was his brilliant white hair, bathed in the blue cast of the moon overhead.  Wanting to see him, more than I should, I reached out for the switch again and no resistance met me as the room came to life in the warm glow of the lamp light.   His form seemed to morph before my very eyes as the once shadow figure lightened into the blindingly beautiful man hungrily scanning me with burgundy eyes. 

“You haven’t fed.”  It spilled from my lips as just as fast as the thought entered my mind.  I felt foolish for stating such an obvious thing, but found that my verbal filtered often came into question where he was concerned. 

“Do not fret, little human.  I am not here for a snack, though,”  he said bemused.  “what a delicious snack you would make.”

Every cell of my body tingled with anticipation as he turned from his spot at the window and stalked closer, like a wild jungle cat would hunt it’s prey silently through the brush he came closer still.  His calculating eyes traveled over every inch of me, taking in the bits of naked flesh my meager nightclothes failed to cover.  I felt my insides heat up as his eyes trained on my pert nipples that peaked under the thin silk material of my nightgown, longing for his icy touch.  His eyes were black with want, that much I could tell, but whether the call be to my blood or my body I didn’t know, only that Caius was hungry. 

He reached my side as I struggled to right myself and be sure that everything was in its proper place just as I felt the shifting weight of his body hit the thick padding of my mattress.  It was not the first time he had been so close but for some reason the mixture of soft lamplight coupled with the blue cast of the moon, the long jagged scar that ran crookedly across the bridge of his nose and down his left cheek was mesmerizing.  Without a conscious thought my hand lifted from the soft fabric of the bed linens and traveled up to his face.  My fingers positively itching to touch the interesting scar, wondering how this warrior came to get such a altering mark. 

It was in my slight knowledge that vampires were mostly incapable of receiving such a scar, and if it had been something from his human day that the venom would have healed it. 

A low rumbling broke me from my reflection and I startled to the realization of how close my hand was to his face.  Of course I blushed to the tips of my toes and murmured  a quick apology but was stopped when his marbled fingers lightly took my hand and laid it to his face.  I was shocked so much so that it must have reflected on my face for Caius spoke up.

“You may touch me if that is your wish, I would never harm you.” 

With his permission my fingers moved of their own accord as my mind catalogued all the different theories of how the long scar had gotten there.  Over and over my fingers danced across his cheek, feeling out the raised skin before dipping into the deep crevasse of the jagged outline.  Feeling the difference of the skin temperature from his cool outer shell nearly made me gasp aloud.  It was smooth as hand-blown glass and every serrated inch of skin there was colder to the touch.  I don’t know why I found his blemish so interesting, other than in my time spent with the undead, Jasper was the only one I had ever seen with visible defects.  In my eyes it seemed to make him all the more beautiful, an abstract in the perfection so many of his kind held.  I didn’t realize as my mind wandered who intimate my touches had become, from simply inspecting to caressing his face with a lovers touch.  It was only when his growl became prominent did I seize up, yanking my hand away only for it to be caught in the iron grip of the white beast in front of me. 

Scared and not wanting to explain why my hand had wandered to the shell of his slightly pointed ears and down the smooth, hard lines of his jaw.  His eyes were narrowed and full of fire and for once since I had met this man I wondered if I had finally overstepped my bounds. 

“What… what happened to you.”  I rasped out, frightened but still curious as to what made him so different from the others.  He was a vampire but there was something else about him, something I didn’t think I would be able to comprehend on my own.

“Later.”  He growled.  He gave me no warning as his lips slammed into mine with bruising force nearly knocking me back into the mattress.  My hands struggled to find purchase in the soft material of his jacket as my body hummed in approval.  His tongue tickling at the seem to my mouth, not asking but commanding my body to comply with his, and comply it did.  I moaned loud and wantonly as his smooth muscle dipped into the hot recess of my mouth, just tasting everything his venom coated was like an elixir bringing my starving body to life. 

The world around me shifted and slowed as pulled onto his lap, settling my moist heat against what I could only describe as delicious friction.  He was as aroused as I was and the proof of that arousal was now rubbed up against me, taunting me into a near frenzy.  I moaned his name as the thin straps of my gown were lowered his lips following an unseen path to the newly naked flesh of my breasts.  My hips rocked frantically in need of the release I so desperately needed and it only seemed to spur him on.

Moaning louder as Caius scrapped his small fangs against the smoldering skin of my neck and chest.  I felt like I would explode into a thousand pieces if he stopped, it felt like I would if he didn’t.  I ground into him harder and once again the world shifted; it felt like flying and my hands braced the bed to keep me in an upright sitting position.  My eyes popped open and stared back into black onyx, his lids were heavy and a small smirk graced his lips as I felt the lacy fabric of my underwear give way before frosty fingers lightly parted my womanly folds.  I gasped at the intimate contact, the first that anyone besides myself had touched me in such a way.  His hands left my hips as I slid gently to my feet, Caius’s hands traveling the length of my thighs before parting them. 

“So warm.”  His muffled whisper came from the inside of my thigh.  “So soft.”

My eyes gaped as he knelt before me; a vampire king kneeling to a mortal. 

“So ready,”  he told me truthfully his thumb stroking my clit much to gently for my taste.  “So mine.”

~~**CD**~~

Her touches were like the fluttering of butterfly wings, so soft and lighter than feathers.  It was deeply arousing to have her loving caresses upon the flesh of my deformed skin without disgust.  Most of my life, human and vampire were cold and hard and I had never felt the warmth of woman touch without paying for it.  I preferred it to be so, I was not a man of poetry or song, love or tenderness… until her.  I was a ruthless killer to all who stood in my path of supreme conquest, carving my name through the ages so to speak and then there was her.  Fragile and small, in need of things that boy was in no position to give her, even if he had wished it so.

Feeling the warmth of her fingertips set my body on fire and it was then that I knew that she would be forever at my side.  My brothers had always spoken the foreign words of soul-mate’s and love, but I either believed them false or didn’t care.  She was silky and responsive under my gentle menstruations and I felt myself harden to almost painful measures.  I wanted this human for my own, and I was going to make it so.    

“So ready,”  I whispered to her, my lips on the insides of her thighs and my thumb making slow, shallow circles against her engorged clit.  She was so ready for me.  “So mine.”  I told her again, drinking in the beauty of her glistening opening, begging me to be buried deep within.  I raised up, removing my waistcoat and nearly disintegrating the cotton of my dress shirt it fell in shreds to the floor.  She gasped again, her eyes large and round and I knew she had finally came to see the horrific tears in the flesh of my chest and abdomen, a careful reminder that even though my species remained at the top of the food chain, we were not the only things to go bump in the night.  I, myself found that to be true in the year Nine Hundred and Eighty-six, a man, but in these times no more than a boy of twenty-two.  I was young, power hungry and so naïve. 

I could tell by the way her eyes drifted over each marring blemish that she wanted to ask, and if she did I would tell her.  Humorously I found I could deny her nothing, I would burn the whole of the world if she wished it, not giving a care for who had to die to make it so. 

The thundering of footsteps had me to my feet and a blanket around Isabella instantly, she was confused but trusted me enough to keep quiet.  She yelped as I pulled her from the bed and to her feet just as Demetri flew through the door.  It took less than a moment to realize what kind of situation he had walked into and immediately bowed his head in respect. 

“Forgive me, My Lord.”  My answer was a growl and to push Isabella further to the corner of the room. 

“What is it?!”  I was furious for the disruption and had Demetri been a lesser man I would have killed him for it.  But as it were, he is my personal guard and if he was disturbing me at this hour and in this venue it must be important.

“Sir, there has been bambini della luna spotted two hundred miles east of Certaldo.”  He was panicked and with good reason but I had to be certain first. 

“Are you sure?”

“The markings left on the dead leave little to doubt, we are sure.” 

My snarl of displeasure rang throughout the halls of the castle and Demetri shivered with fear, not something that could be easily done.  He knew of my hatred of their disgusting breed and if I could do I would see everyone one of them sent to the pits of hell before I drew my last proverbial breath. 

“Have you informed Aro?” 

“I have, Sir.”

“And?”

“He wishes to see you immediately.”

I nodded and dismissed him as iambically as I could in my enraged state, he left as quickly as he could not even bothering to address Isabella.  Normally I would have taken offense to that disrespect but as Isabella was barely dressed and given my mood, I preferred him to do just what he had done. 

Turning to Isabella, I loathed to leave her like this but I would not see harm come to her and those beasts were a threat.