Alexa O'Brien 03 - Only Vampires Cry Blood

by Trina M. Lee

  The stake puncture still hurt, but it had almost closed completely. My bra and shirt were bloodstained, as was my skin. I reached a tentative finger to touch the pink scar tissue lightly. Arys was a miracle worker.

  It was too quiet. I glanced up to find all three of them watching me. I was immediately self-conscious. Tugging my shirt back into place, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got up. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I wobbled unsteadily. Shaz steadied me with a hand on my arm.

  “You need to rest, Lex,” he said. “We should go home.”

  “She needs blood,” Arys stated with a pointed look at Shaz.

  “Fine. She can take mine.”

  I met Kale’s eyes while Shaz and Arys were giving each other telltale looks. He and I shared a thought. He seemed to know what I was feeling as I sat there with my two over protective lovers.

  He gave me a slight nod, and I smiled. Much as I loved both Arys and Shaz, there was a side of me that just didn’t come out with either of them. It came out when I was hunting and killing with Kale and Jez.

  “Just get me home and into a warm bath, please?” My hand went to my sore ribs, and I allowed Shaz to support my weight with an arm around my waist.

  I paused to give Kale a friendly hug before slowly making my way out of the room. I made a mental note on the way to have Harley’s room completely renovated. As it was, it gave me the creeps.

  Kale returned to the main part of the club to try to maintain a semblance of normalcy. I could just imagine what the patrons were thinking.

  The sound of moans, laughter and even shrieks from the back rooms accompanied us as we left through the rear hall exit. The Wicked Kiss … hell of a place. It was part of my life now. And, I’d be back.

  Epilogue

  The air smelled like spring. It wasn’t far off now. I was happy to say goodbye to the snow for another season. Traces of ice and snow remained here and there in the shaded spots beneath the trees, but most of it had melted away.

  The grass beneath my paws was still dead and faded, but it would soon be glorious green. I could feel the earth beneath my feet, the way it hummed with life and vitality despite what took place on its surface. It was immense in its power, a giant web of energy that connected us all together. It was beautiful.

  I’d been spending more time in the forest recently. I’d missed it. It wasn’t easy having so many sides to me. Human, wolf … vampire. Sometimes I felt like I lost the true me in the mess of the rest. Where did I, Alexa, fit into those labels? I wasn’t sure anymore.

  My runs in the forest had been solo more often than not lately. I was desperate to hear myself think, to feel my limbs move and to be caught up in the whirlwind sensation of being part of nature. There was something about being alone there that made me feel

  … real.

  The sun hadn’t been down long. The sound of birds singing hadn’t yet faded, and I trotted along in bliss. Like so many times before, I was tempted never to leave, to stay amidst the forest forever. If only.

  I glanced up at the darkening sky, watching as the last hint of day slipped away. I was struck with sudden fear that the day would come when I would never lay eyes on the sun again. I was nocturnal by nature but to have it taken away from me, completely forbidden, I couldn’t bear the thought of that.

  I felt the eyes that watched me before I saw the black wolf in the distance. My first thought was Zoey but no, that wasn’t possible. She was at Kylarai’s, in human form, the form she would probably remain in for the rest of her life. Besides, the eyes that followed me were not crystalline blue but a deep coal black.

  My heart increased to a dangerous tempo. I froze in my tracks, unable to tear my gaze away from the black wolf. It couldn’t be. It was impossible, but I’d know Raoul anywhere. No doubt in my mind, I was staring into the eyes of my Alpha, my first true love.

  How? The one word echoed inside my head. This couldn’t be. He was dead. A dream, it had to be a dream. I wanted to wake up. Will he ever go away?

  As I watched, the black wolf approached me. His steps were slow but determined. I had the urge to run, but my feet were rooted to the ground, so I waited pensively.

  As he drew closer, the shape of the wolf wavered and began to fade until mist took its place. When the mist cleared, Raoul stood naked before me with a perfectly neutral expression on his rugged face. He knelt in front of me and took my face in his hands.

  When he brought his lips to mine, I realized I was no longer in wolf form.

  He kissed me tenderly, the softest touch. His hands on my face were warm and alive.

  My eyes filled with hot tears that didn’t fall. I expected to feel many things like fear and confusion. Instead, I just felt solemn.

  I was afraid to touch him. As real as he felt, I knew he wasn’t, and I feared my hands would go right through him and cause the illusion to fall to pieces. Raoul’s musky wolf scent filled me, teasing my beast. An ache deep inside reminded me that I missed him, desperately.

  He pulled back and peered into my eyes as if searching for my soul. Several questions danced on the tip of my tongue, but I was unable to give voice to them. I could only sit there while he pushed my hair back from my face in a gentle gesture.

  “Alexa.” His voice was strong and smooth, and I felt like I’d heard it just yesterday rather than so many long months ago. “You know who you are. Never forget it.”

  A few unshed tears did spill down my cheeks then, crystal clear, not the bloody vampire tears I’d grown accustomed to. I shook my head as I tried to comprehend what he was saying. I attempted again to speak, and this time I managed to squeak out a small,

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You will,” he whispered. “And please, be careful.”

  Raoul pressed another kiss to my lips, quick but affectionate, then another to my forehead. I forced myself to move, reaching for him. I slowly slid my fingers through his hair, reveling in the silken texture of it. I moved down his face to his shoulders, astonished at how realistic this dream was. It was as if he were really there with me.

  I wanted him to tell me more. I was happy just to be there with him in the moment, whether it was genuine or not. He gently pulled away without saying another word. I watched him turn away, fading from sight until all that remained was the outline of a black wolf disappearing with the mist.

  My heart broke, and I hugged myself, shivering in the cool night air. I replayed his words in my mind, curious and a little afraid. Sure, I’d dreamt about Raoul since his death. Yet, it hadn’t been anything like this.

  The mist grew until a white fog surrounded me. I could no longer see Raoul. I couldn’t see anything. I blinked a few times as if it would clear my vision. The next thing I knew, I was waking up, curled in the fetal position shivering. I knew it had been a dream, though I hadn’t felt like I was asleep. Just a damn stupid dream.

  I sat up and stretched. And, felt something woven in between my fingers. Holding my hand up in the glow of the moonlight, I was struck breathless at the sight of a few long, silky black hairs. It couldn’t be. But, it was.

  A quick perusal of the vicinity revealed that I was alone. I sensed nobody and nothing other than the creatures of the forest. Needless to say, I felt like I’d just been mind fucked. I stared at Raoul’s hair wound around my fingers, and I was numb.

  The urge to go home was strong, and I got to my knees, ready to embrace the change. I shook the hair from my hand, watching it fall from my fingertips. For some reason, I hated to part with it. I felt like letting it go would take our strange encounter away, and it would cease to exist.

  I shifted to wolf with the ease of allowing it to happen. In just a matter of seconds, the change swept over me, and in a blink, I was wolf and heading for home.

  After fetching my clothes and car from Kylarai’s where I’d left them, I made my way home. My mind was working overtime as I replayed the events of the evening. I didn’t know what to make of it, but it wouldn’t be far from my th
oughts.

  When I pulled up in front of Raoul’s house, my house, I had to take a moment to gather myself before getting out of the car. Strolling up the step, I felt like I was leaving one phase of my life and entering another. It was eerie. Things were changing whether I liked it or not. All I could do was be ready.

  I opened the front door, and I was instantly greeted by the sound of two male voices raised in protest, shouting over the television. A sports announcer yelled something about a penalty, and I had to smile to myself at the normalcy of it all. This kind of normal just didn’t happen here often. It was nice. Comforting.

  So, my world was ever changing. That wasn’t entirely new. I’d find a way to roll with the punches as I had been all along, somehow. The Wicked Kiss may hold more for me than I even realized, but I refused to live in fear after everything I’d faced so far. I could only deal with each day as it came and focus on what it meant to be part of this earth.

  After kicking my shoes off, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, waving in response to Shaz and Arys’ combined calls of, “Hello.” I stood there for a long time, watching as they enjoyed a hockey game. It came as no surprise that they were cheering for opposing teams. I shook my head and grinned. It was good to be home.

  The End

  About the Author:

  Trina M. Lee has played in the world of vampires and werewolves since adolescence. Though she reads and dabbles in many genres, the paranormal remains her favorite. Trina lives in Alberta, Canada with her fiancé, daughter and three cats. She is always interested in meeting both readers and writers. For more info, stop by www.TrinaMLee.com