The Alexandru Chronicles: The Beginning (25 page)

While Cirpian conquered her mouth, he silently closed the door behind him, and once he had locked it, he hauled her up into his arms and carried her back toward her bedroom. At that very moment, he was so ravenous, that he could only think of the unbearable desire that he had felt that whole day for his Genevieve; wanting to be with her had been like an uncomfortably, unbearable, itch that he had wanted to scratch, but couldn't.

Later that night, though, and once he had taken care of Caftan Hobbs' body, Cirpian had found that he could no longer resist the siren call of Genevieve's blood. While he had no intention of taking her blood, without permission, he needed to be with her; right then and there.

So, here he was now. Desperately yearning for the woman, that he held in his arms, and, yet, knowing, he should really try to distance himself from her; the only problem, was that he couldn't.

While he knew that he shouldn't be with Genevieve, he just couldn't seem to help himself; he wanted her too bad. Most likely he was in the same or worse condition as Brian.

Wasn't the life of a vampire grand?

He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't.

On the one hand, he could be with Genevieve and eventually suffer through the same unbearable blood lust that Brian was and had suffered through for Jewel Freemen. Yet, on the other hand, he could let Genevieve go and just suffer through a pain that was worse than any amount of blood lust or physical pain that could be inflicted upon him.

Decisions, decisions.

In the end, what Cirpian decided to do was just live in the moment and enjoy the wonderful, sensual, feel of Genevieve's warm body. He wouldn't think about the consequences at this time. Hell he wouldn't think about anything, except, that is, the pleasure coursing through him as he thrust into her warm, compliant, body.  

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As he stood in the shadows, furiously, watching her bedroom window. He felt this unbearable urge to go to her apartment, break down her fucking door, rip that bastard slayer's heart out, and make her eat it.

It was upon seeing those lights go out in her bedroom, that had him wanting to hurt someone; preferably both the slayer and that temptress bitch. The only reason why he wasn't trying to seek his revenge on both, was because he knew that the slayer would be on him the moment he kicked that apartment's door open; he wouldn't even have a chance to plan some semblance of attack or reconsider his actions.

As he stood there in the dark, glowering, he made plans on tracking down a prostitute and making her pay for what his bitch was doing right at that moment.

If not for his new gifted, and, at the same time, cursed vampire senses, he wouldn't have heard and smelled her desire as she fucked that blind vampire slayer.

It was the stench of that very desire, that had him wanting her even more.

She was his.

Didn't the little temptress know that?

It was possible, that she didn't even know that she was.

Yet, he had convinced himself, that she was only doing this to make him jealous.

He would have to teach her another lesson. Looking over at her car, he rubbed his hands together, and, as headed over to it, his smile became even more sinister.

Oh yes, he would definitely teach her another lesson, and, hopefully, this time it would stick.

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The moment she awoke in the partially dark room, she instantly noticed the cold side next to her. While she couldn't help hogging most of the bed, as she slept, she still had been hopeful about Cirpian staying. Yet, apparently, he had either gotten tired of having to sleep on the edge or he had just decided to teach her a lesson.

After all, that morning, she hadn't woken him to tell him that she was leaving.

As she groggily looked over at her clock, she noticed that it was half past midnight.

Sighing, she fluffed her pillow and laying face down upon it, she let her brain shut down. It did dawn on her, before her body and brain had succumbed to sleep, that she should check the door to make sure it was lock, but her grogginess had already done wonders on her exhausted body.

Besides, why would Cirpian leave the door unlock?

He would have either woke her or taken her spare on her coffee table.

Since he hadn't woken her, she was willing to make an educated guess that he had taken the spare.

As she continued to lay there, in the darkness, on the verge of sleep, yet not quite there, she felt herself start to doze. The moment her eyes closed and she let this dark, blissful, drowsiness overwhelm all her senses, she started to dream...

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As dreams went, this one was truly strange.

It didn't start out as really anything.

She was walking around in a sheet of dense fog. Unable to see anything—not even her own hand in front of her face.

If that wasn't strange enough, the fog itself, felt greasy and slippery against her exposed skin.

A part of her wanted to turn back, but something told her that she needed to keep going. Besides, even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to go back—an invisible force kept pushing her forward.

If the push wasn't enough of a consistency, the constant weight on her right side was weighing her down to the point that she was having to stop every few seconds.

She couldn't see what this weight was and every time she tried to look at it, she couldn't even move her neck to do so.

The one thing she knew, was that she could look forward but she couldn't look back or side to side.  

When the fog eventually became less dense, and, she started to see clearly through it, she was able to make out a few details in front of her.

She was walking down a long corridor, and the walls—while she couldn't turn her head to get a better look at them—had graffiti on both sides.

It would have been nice to slow down and read the graffiti; possibly she would have been able to get a better grasp on where she was at.

Yet, no matter how hard she tried to stop or slow her pace, she found that she couldn't.

She just kept on, aimlessly, walking.

When eventually she did stop at this fork in the corridor, she felt the weight on her right bump her.

She knew that she couldn't stay put, but she hadn't a clue on which way to go.

The extra weight, was becoming too much – she was getting tired. Yet, she couldn't just leave it. For some, strange, reason, she was very much inclined to take whatever it was with her.

She had just decided to go left, when she adverted away from that destination and instead went right.

It was unclear on why this was. All she knew was that she didn't technically want to. Yet, because she was being told, by someone, that going left was unwise, her mind had directed her feet to go right.

It was her desperation to get out of this strange place, with the weight on her right side, that had her willing to follow anyone – even the devil, himself...

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Jewel had just gotten off work a few hours ago. Yet, her reason for arriving back at the campus so late, was because of the horrible Tucson traffic she had had to battle.

This was the third job in less than a week that she had gotten, and, hopefully, she could keep it.

The first, after the diner, had been at an animal shelter, which, after working there for only one day, she had been fired that following day. What had pissed her off about that, was the disrespect that her employers had had for her – leaving a voice-mail message on her phone, telling her that she was fired.

Who did that?

The second had been an insurance company, that had done the exact same thing to her as the animal shelter. Except, that is, they hadn't left a message, they had actually been able to get hold of her; and then they had fired her over the phone.

Her third job was as a waitress over at
Applebee's.
And she wasn't entirely sure, considering her track record, that she would actually be able to keep this job. She gave herself the rest of next week into the weekend, and, if she still had the job after that, then she would start feeling more relaxed.

It didn't take Jewel long, for her to eventually find a parking place in the garage. Yet, by the time she did, she had already gotten to that point, that she was blaming herself and Amelia for her stupid decisions.

Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered listening to Amelia Or why she stayed in Tucson.

Why she hadn't put her foot down about attending college?

Why she had let Amelia control her life?

These questions and more were constantly bothering her.

She had taken those art and writing classes over at
Pima,
that would help her improve in these desired areas. Since she just wanted to write, and, try and make it in this desired profession, she didn't see the point in getting a degree. Yet, Amelia, some how, had coerced her into attending the
U of A
.

For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she had let Amelia make that decision for her. It was, after all, her life. Why couldn't she live it the way she wanted to?

Really there was nothing more, she could do about her situation; she was halfway to graduating and it seemed such a waste of money to just throw in the towel, and say, “The hell with it, I give up.”

Defeatedly sighing, Jewel grabbed her jacket off of her passenger seat. After retrieving the few groceries from her trunk and locking her car up, she made her way out of the garage.

It was strange. It seemed that there was nobody in that garage, but herself.

While this was a weekday, she would have thought the garage to still be heavily populated, with people arriving from work or partying. Yet, there was nobody. Possibly Nathan's death, had made everyone on campus a little more wary than they had been.

The moment Jewel started walking, she was again disconcerted by her footsteps being the only ones that she could hear.

They made this faint clicking sound, each time they came down. Granted she wasn't a light walker, like Genevieve, but still just hearing her own, lonely, foot falls, was enough to have her on edge.

Trying to calm her panicky heart down, she focused her thoughts on something more positive; like Genevieve.

Just the mere thought of Genevieve, had her smiling and her heart slowing to an even tempo.

Gen was the only one who had confidence in her. And she was definitely the only one in their family, who could give good advice; advice that she didn't expect Jewel to follow, unless she wanted to. In the end, when it all came down to it, it had been Genevieve's advice that she should have followed. When Gen had told her, that it was her own decision on what she wanted to do and nobody else's, Jewel should have listened to her. Yet, she hadn't; she had been too afraid of Amelia's wrath.

When she felt her grasp on her grocery bags start to loosen, Jewel was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts. Stopping to adjust her hold, it was then that she heard this second set of footsteps halt a few feet behind her.

She was so surprised by this, that she really hadn't the time to react to the knowledge that someone was following her.

She was just about to turn around and see who it was, when she heard this familiar voice in her head say,
“Don't look behind..., just keep going...I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you.”

For some reason that, strange, familiar voice, was very reassuring. It was like a comforting caress that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Calmly squaring her shoulders, she swiftly continued on her way.

She could still hear the footsteps behind her, but she found herself utterly relaxed by the voice in her head. It was like her fear and disgruntle emotions had all been chased away—all she had to do was follow, what that voice was instructing her to do, and she would be okay.

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The fledgeling was so hungry, that he could only think about the luscious female in front of him – her blood smelled so delicious.

It was that thought, that he would soon have her, that had him not thinking of whether or not there was someone following him.

Possibly if he had been more experienced, and not been following his blood lust, he would have been more on guard.

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Cirpian would have loved nothing more than to continue lying next to his little Genevieve, but instead this nagging feeling, inside him, had told him to leave; something bad was about to happen. He had followed that instinctive feeling all the way to Genevieve's little sister, Jewel.

Before Jewel had shown up, he had stood there for an hour, in the garage, just acquainting himself to his surroundings.

He had picked up the other vampire, just as Jewel had pulled up and parked her car. The moment he had sensed both Jewel and this vampire, he had instantly known what was going to happen, and, just the thought of the misery that this would put Genevieve through, had him hastily coming up with a strategy on what to do about the problem in front of him.