by Mela Zen
Needless to say, he is a freaking god.
He comes back down resuming the kiss sending back electricities all throughout my body making me quiver. His hands roam around my body going underneath my shirt to remove it quickly. He stops making small love to my lips, moving down towards my jawline then to my sweet spot on my neck.
The sweet spot is just at the base of the neck, right where you can feel a small little dip. Normally, when Jax or Henry kissed there, I feel this sensation rising up wanting more than just a kiss.
But when Elijah places a nice, firm kiss on it, I lost all control.
Using my strength and speed, I flipped him over with me on top of him kissing him all over the place. In the meantime, his hands grip my bottom, making me moan in his mouth and I begin moving my hips. I need him, badly.
“I’m sorry Annabelle,” he says as he grabs me and swings me back underneath him, “I need to be dominant here. I want to ravosh you,” he whispers huskily in my ears.
Before I can even reply, he begins undoing my buttons of my jeans and sliding them off, along with my panties, with such ferocity and such force, I even gasp at the sensation. He goes back up to me, kissing each side of my legs bringing more of that sensation and sending it to my core. I grip the sheets hard trying to not only control my breathing but also my impatience. I can feel his light feathery kisses on my lips, my body still quivering.
“So beautiful,” I hear him murmur and that is when he attacks my lips. At first I gasp at his intrusion but then moan in erotic bliss as his tongue swirled around me. My back arches as he deepens his tongue, his hand holding on to my hips so I won’t move.
“Elijah,” I whisper, more like moan as well. I wanted more.
He stops all of sudden causing me to whimper and looks at him. There I see him removing the rest of his clothes, his manhood popping out fully erect. My eyes widen at the size but I also became even wetter than possible.
He climbs back on top of me, pulling me up so our chest meet. He gives me another kiss while his hands remove my bra, the only thing left covering me. He tosses the material to the side while he slightly leans me back, kissing my erect nipples.
While he plays with my breast, his manhood is teasing my lips, barely brushing against them. I move my hips closer to his but Elijah stops me as he gently lays me back down. He spreads my legs as far apart as he can, sliding his manhood up and down.
“I love you Annabelle,” he says before thrusting in me.
My back arches at his entrance, filling me up with every movement. His hands wrap underneath me, hugging me as his hips move. My legs clench around his waist wanting him to go deeper and deeper.
“Fuck you are so beautiful,” he keeps going kissing my sweet spot.
“Elijah!” I scream as he continues to pound me. My climax is coming near and he can only take me to the highest of level.
“Not yet, baby doll,” he stops, letting me go as my back hits the bed. I pout because I was very close to have the best orgasm in my life and he decides to stop.
“Someone is impatient,” he smirks then he flips me around. Now I am on all fours with my ass hanging in the air, waiting for it to be pounded on.
“Elijah!” I scream again as he thrusts in me. By far, he is the only one that ever made me feel this way. Loved, wanted, heated, and make my body feel better than it had ever been. My walls tighten around him as he smacks my ass, feeling both pain and pleasure.
“Come for me baby doll,” he demands, grabbing my hips and thrusting harder. In a matter of seconds I scream as my orgasm is released, my juices covering him while his dick shoots inside me.
He pulls out of me, making me groan. He turns me around so he can give me a kiss, a light but filled with love kind of one. We lay back down, but he still hovers over me, kissing my forehead and playing with my hair.
“I love you Elijah,” I finally admit.
***
Elijah
Do vampires sleep?
I remember Annabelle saying that they don’t sleep but here she is laying against a new set of sheets, the old one had our love on it, with nothing but a t shirt on and some black underwear. I had to remove myself from the room, if I didn’t I surely would have gone for round four even if my body was begging not to do so.
Instead I go downstairs in hopes to find some food. To my surprise, the fridge is pretty full with some food that isn’t expired. I take out the jelly and peanut butter along with some fresh bread from the pantry to make myself a sandwich.
“Have you guys marked each other yet,” a voice startles me and I choke on a piece of bread.
“Who are you?” I say out loud clearly confused.
“Why your mother in law! Future one actually. I hope you guys do get married soon, though.”
“Why can’t I see you?”
“Oh, duh. Give me a moment,” the voice fades away and then out of nowhere blue to white smoke appeared forming a figure.
This figure is motherly but as well dominating with presence. She had Annabelle’s hair and shape of the eyes but I can see Zeke’s nose and color of the eyes. She had slight wrinkles forming but not enough to deem her old as time. Although, the white streaks in her hair did her no justice.
“Can you see me now?” She asks, floating down to sit on the chair.
“Yes,” I study her, “Who are you really?”
“I am Caterina Rose Knight, mother of my dearest Annabelle and my bravest Ezekiel. I am a witch, one of the few noblest yet powerful ones. I am from the sapphire coven, the dying coven at that, but now I am a ghost in the Ancestral Land helping witches and werewolves, and some vampires, cross through should they accept.”
“So you can appear around here? Isn’t there something that forbids you from doing that?”
“Yes, but it’s my job. If it isn’t your job then you get sent straight to hell. I have always help witches cross to here, it’s better than living a life in a small room.”
“Are my ancestors here too?”
“Hmmm, mainly the ones before your parents. Most of the ones after your parents have perished are in hell due to their evil endeavors. Grace, the leader of the Diamond Coven and your ancestor, is the above all here.”
“Grace?”
“Yes. Your family always used her as an excuse to...to try to power over the other covens. At first, Grace thought it was a whimsical idea, used to fuel their passion into developing their powers. However, your mother and father began killing other people in other covens and that is when Grace had enough.
Then she nearly wiped out the remaining Lockwood descendants and a few Bell descendents who tried to stop her.”
“Whoa my parents killed?”
“Of course they did. They were very power hungry. Things got out of hand when your father went with another woman and that is Grace decided to step in. Also the fact that one of your ancestors is a vampire named Daryl.”
“DARYL?”
“Oh yes, that was recently discovered. Grace’s parents weren’t exactly in love, arranged marriage is what i have been told. Grace’s mother went on to have an affair with some noble and boom, Daryl came into the picture. However no one knew about Daryl being tied to Lockwood descent other than Grace, you and I.”
“But Daryl doesnt have witches power?”
“Nope. Destroyed when he turned into a vampire.”
“Then how come his wife was able to do so.”
“My daughter is a smart girl. She knew how, the only way how. You’d have to be born a witch, use it for years before turning into a vampire. Daryl never knew he had a witches power, he couldn’t even sense it if he could. Plus when he turned, he didn’t have the potions and herbs that help him fused with a witches ability.“′
“You should not be revealing so many untold secrets, Caterina,” another voice appears but this time more angelic.
A white light is eminent, small sparkles flying and then there is another figure. This time she matches me, except that her hair is a be
autiful afro like beauty. The power radiating from her is strong but soft allowing comfort to settle in.
“Well, Grace, I thought he should know since he hasn’t met you,” Caterina chuckles slightly, “I leave it to you then. I’ll make sure Annabelle is asleep.”
“Ah my descendent, a pure one. Mine name is Grace and I am the leader of the Ancestral Plane as well as current leader of the Diamond Coven,” she smiles at me.
“So you are the all mighty? LIke the one everyone should listen to?”
“Correct. But I also like to think of myself as a fair and just ruler similar to a man the human race call is God. Although he and I are very much different but we like fair and just people. Do you like being a witch, Elijah? Has Annabelle taught you well?”
“Yes. Um, yes she has. She is rough when it comes down to it but I do learn a lot from her, which is great. I am glad that she is my teacher and she makes me even more proud to be a witch.”
“Good, now I fold the responsibilities of the Diamond Coven over to you.”
“WHAT?”
“The only reason why I have holding the responsibility is because you weren’t ready, which isn’t your fault. Your parents were in charged but they decided that power is more just than anything beyond comprehension. So when I demolished them, did not do me any good, it also brought scrutiny among the witches community.
So I took ahold of said duties making sure that everybody is learning and working towards good. Albeit there are some witches that rot the good bunch but it doesn’t mean that there isn’t any good. Now that I have a living descendent, I believe it is time for you to take charge.
If you don’t want said responsibilities, we can give it to the Sojin descendents, they too have been great leaders.”
“I...I...don’t even know how to rule. Or be in charge or even lead. I have been more like a doer or a follower.”
“Annabelle can teach you. She has been the Alpha of her pack, the Silver Moon Pack as well being the leader to the Sapphire Coven. Although most of their numbers have dwindle over time. You said so yourself Annabelle is a great teacher.”
“Can I at least think about it?”
“Of course. I must get going. Duties do call.”
“Grace,” I say before she disappears.
“Yes?”
“Do vampire sleep?”
“It’s funny. Some do sleep, especially if their mates are with them. When they do sleep, they sleep about a weeks worth in eight hours and wait another two weeks until they fall again. Vampires who are not mated do not sleep, they rest, but their body’s do not relax.”
“So Annabelle is asleep.”
“Yes. It’s been nearly 600 years since she has slept.”
“600?”
“Around 590 to be exact but its been while. Anymore questions?”
“Is she my mate?”
“Of course. She’ll explain everything to you.”
“Thank you.”
“Goodbye, Elijah.”
Chapter 20
Annabelle
I don’t know why I am running but I am, and I am not running for the joy of it. I am running because I am in panic? It’s not fear because if it was I wouldn’t be running in my human forming, I would no doubt run in my wolf state.
Nevertheless, I am running across a straight, dark, narrow black hall. Little lights peek out as I run but it does not provide any sort of clue on where it is I am going. That is until there is a wooden door with gold 65 plastered on it. I just studied the door, maybe it will provide me a clue but it didn’t. Not even the small white walls lined with the doors provide me any idea on what the hell is happening.
I make the first move by opening the door, pushing it all the way. That is when I see a desk with a laptop on it, charging and a couple of bean bags on the side. Little post it notes, a calendar, and some posters decorate the wall. Mostly baseball and football posters.
My heart sinks.
I am in Freddie’s dorm. I notice the happy picture of Anna and Freddie framed next to a trophy.
“Listen man, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you but I don’t know any of them! Well, okay as you can see I was with Anna but this Annabelle and Ezekiel I have fucking clue on who they are or their whereabouts,” Freddie shouts at the tall figure grabbing him.
“Don’t address me as this man, instead address me as your king,” I recognize the dirty old British voice escaping the lips.
“What’s that? I should address you as a buttlicker? Okay, buttlicker, I have no fucking clue where Annabelle went,” he groans as Aldridge punches him in the gut.
“Enough, Aldridge. And who decided you to be king?” Daryl appears from the shadows.
“What the fuck man?”
“Sorry, Daryl, I get carried away. You should know, that is what happens when you grow up in the centuries. Kings are known to get a little crazy,” Aldridge lets go of Freddie.
“Nevermind that, we are not here to find Annabelle, Fredrick. Are we, Aldridge?”
“I thought we were.”
“We were until my wife told me she is almost done with the spell. We will get Annabelle in no time, but right now my wife needs blood,” Daryl grins, looking at the ever so frightened yet confused Freddie sitting on the bed, “Blood of a mere mortal.”
“Well, there are plenty of mortals around, its a fucking college campus,” Freddie’s smart mouth replied.
“Ah, not just any mere mortal. A mortal with deep connections with a witch, friends with a vampire and/or a wolf. Now, can you name me who has such requirements?”
“Yes, I fell in love with a witch, which I didn’t know at the time. We broke up so does that really makes us friends? I don’t know. And the only vampire I know is Annabelle. Werewolves exists?”
Aldridge grabs him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up where his feet dangle, “You are friends with all three being in one. Annabelle is your friend isn’t she?”
“More like acquaintances,” he chokes out.
“Aldridge get his blood. Rip him to shreds,” Daryl orders, “Make sure get a lot of it.”
“With pleasure.”
Then Freddie screams.
“NO!” I yell out, gripping the sheets. My head pounds to the beat of my chest pounding. It feels like I had a hangover. I push the hair away from my forehead, the stingy smell hitting my nose.
My mouth waters at the same time my throat drying. I search the barely lit room to find nothing that is the cause of the smell. Instead, I get up following the smell not caring about the dizziness and the extreme weight on my shoulders.
As I step down the stairs, I see Elijah sitting on the rocking chair, tying up a bandage around his palms. His eyes meet my gaze and I blush recalling the events of what happen last night or the night before considering it is night time today.
“Hey,” I said stumbling down to find the chair.
“Hey,” he smiles back as his eyes travel up and down my body, “You look well rested. That shirt suits you.”
I look down and blush again seeing that I am in his shirt. I must admit it is quite comfortable, “How long have I been asleep?”
“Just a day, a whole day I had to be by myself thinking about things. I met your mother and I met Grace.”
“Oh dear, that must have been fun,” my eyes wander to the glass full with blood, “What did you guys spoke about?”
“A lot of things. But the one thing that keeps coming back to my mind is the word and the idea of mates.”
“Mates?”
“Yes. Could you please explain to me what are mates and how do they relate to vampires.”
“Why would you like to know,” I swallow saliva. The blood has me quivering.
“Annabelle, don’t look at the blood. Look at me, answer my question.”
“Mates started off as a werewolf thing, it’s been around for centuries before the existence of vampires and witches. Werewolves are the very first supernatural beings apart from ghosts and demon
s. Werewolves believe a lot of the hokus pokus type of things, some laughable others very strong. They are connected with the earth, stars, and the moons providing guidance.
Werewolves believe in this all werewolf called the Goddess of the Moon. She, like a god, protects and helps the werewolf community. During her hay day, she found true love. It is written in the scriptures among the Silver Moon Pack, the first pack to ever form. She found her lover among the human community.
But as the great beings they thought they are, it was frowned up for a goddess should not link with a human. However love is stronger than most things so she created mates. Mates that are not only compatible to you, but also, in some cases the complete opposite of you. From that point on, werewolves have been mated together. All begin as failures but later thrive to success.
She doesn’t pick out their mates, their souls do.”
“How did mating go into the vampire world,” he shifts his position. The blood is calling to me.
“Mating for vampires didn’t happen until the 16th century, way after the first immortals walk this earth. No one knows exactly how it happen until Jax’s sister, Jacqueline, found Francis. It was like they were meant to be, love at first sight those kind of things.
Everybody, every vampires in the world thought it was coincidence. I thought it was horseshit when Jac herself suggested it was like werewolves, finding their mates. However, soon everybody began finding their mates. Thus everybody has a mate, some will wait centuries while others have waited mere minutes,” I sigh.
“I am guessing it has been centuries for you,” he gives me a soft smile, “You waited a long time for an average guy.”
“You are not average Elijah, you know that,” I scoff at him.
“And what happens when you find your mate?”
“Well, usually time suddenly stops and you feel like you are drowning in air. Which is technically impossible but a lot of things are. You feel a mix range of emotions, some deeply hidden whilst others a person is known for. Then you try your best to court your mate and basically tell them everything.”
“Is that what happened to you?”
