Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Matter Of Choice ❯ One Fateful Night ( Chapter 17 )

One Fateful Night

 

Valentines Day came quickly and Stuart waited nervously in the house while Tegan got ready for the party. He had been uneasy about her going out at night ever since the incident a few weeks ago. Still, perhaps it was paranoia. The doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts, and he knew immediately it would be Michael calling for his niece.

 

“I'll get it!” Came the shout from upstairs.

 

“Then hurry or he'll catch his death of cold!” Stuart shouted back, chuckling slightly.

 

Stuart smiled as he heard her start down the stairs and got up from his chair to meet her. He shook his head, smiling as he saw her. All that time in the bathroom had obviously been worth it. She was a vision of teenage beauty in a simple black, strapless dress. She had added to the natural curl of her hair, pinning tendrils back, the rest falling over her shoulders elegantly.

 

“You look wonderful!” He beamed, giving her a quick hug. “But you take care of yourself okay.”

 

“Of course I will.” She laughed.

 

“Be back by midnight.” He warned a little sternly now.

 

“I promise.” She replied gently, responding to his seriousness.

 

With that Tegan kissed him on the cheek. He watched her leave the house with a heavy heart. He knew he shouldn't worry, but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been with him all day.

 

* * * * *

 

Tegan's head was spinning; it had been a wonderful night. Michael pulled up to the path that led to her home. She smiled as he slid a hand round her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. His hand sneaked to her rump as they kissed, making Tegan chuckle.

 

“Enough of that! I've got to get in before I get in trouble.”

 

“Just one more kiss.” He teased.

 

“Tomorrow.” She said pushing him away.

 

“Alright, I'll walk you to the door.”

 

“Don't be silly, I'll be fine.”

 

“You sure?” He wasn't happy with her going on her own, not after the incident on her walk home, but he knew there was no arguing with her.

 

“Of course I'm sure.” She murmured in that soft voice that made him melt.

 

With that Tegan gave him that one kiss more he had asked her for and got out of the car. He watched as she made her way up the path, turning and waving before passing out of sight. With that he turned and drove away.

 

* * * * *

 

Tegan was cold so she wrapped her arms around herself as she walked along the dark path, lit here and there by the dim streetlamps. She shivered, wishing she had brought something to cover her shoulders, but it was too late for that now. She turned up the narrow gravel track to the group of houses where she lived. Suddenly she heard footfalls in the gravel, quite a distance behind her. Curiosity filled her rather than fear, so she stopped and turned to see who was there. She strained to see but her night vision was good and after a moment she managed to make out someone.

 

She saw a dark figure, hard to make out as he was dressed in a black suit. He was taller than she was, with dark hair that fell about his shoulders in loose curls, a parody of her own that fell loose down her back. His skin was pale, ghostly white in this light; but what struck her, even at this distance, was his bright, cobalt blue eyes. She looked into his eyes, dark and piercing, and freezing where she stood. Now he smiled, the points of elongated canines becoming visible between parted lips. Her mind erupted in fear, panic soaring through her. Her heart was racing. How she wanted to run, but she found herself unable to move. She was held, as if in chains, by those unnaturally brilliant eyes, her body skilfully spellbound by his will.

 

She stood there, her body frozen, for what seemed like an eternity, stood, as she was when she turned to see him. Passive, and unable to move. Time passed, and he made no move toward her, merely holding her with his gaze. The panic in her faded, her heart eased and she could breathe again, most of the fear having dissipated. Only apprehension was left. That and the awful realisation that she was powerless to stop him, knowing what he was and what he was going to do. Part of her screamed that it couldn't be real and yet there he stood before her. No matter how rational she was, the evidence stood before her, he was a vampire.

 

Tegan stood, locked to his gaze by his will and power. Now these eyes, without words, spoke to her. He didn't have to speak. She knew the words as surely as if they were already spoken, implanted as a suggestion in her mind. The words reflected in the brilliance of his eyes. “Come to me my love.” They whispered, beckoning her to him. Tegan's mind watched, detached as her body obeyed, starting to walk toward him. Yet still she seemed to still have some hold over her actions, and hesitated in the gulf between them. Something stirred in her mind. There was a strange familiarity to this man, a sense that she had seen him somewhere before.

 

Then, he moved, raising his left arm. He reached out to her, his arm outstretched toward her, silently calling her to him with a volume words cannot express. She was lost totally to his immense power and control. Tegan felt her mind lose its grip and surrender, finding herself walking toward him seemingly of her own will. She gave in, gave herself totally over to him, to her fate. She felt she should fight this, but running wouldn't have done any good, he was too powerful. It was impossible. A creature such as he could not possibly exist, but he was here and he was taking her.

 

She walked straight to him and placed her hand in his, his skin icy cold against hers. He drew her close to him and Tegan rested her hands on his chest. She felt his left arm slide about her waist, gently, with a fluid grace. Resigned to her fate she leant the left side of her face against his chest, closing her eyes and waiting. Slowly, with his right hand, he pulled her loose hair away from her neck, baring the flesh, brushing it carefully over her left shoulder. He slid his ice-cold fingers under her hair and gently curled them around the back of her neck. He slid his thumb under Tegan's jaw, raising her head, the skin of her throat becoming taught. She wrapped her fingers around the lapels of his jacket and braced herself for what was to come.

 

Suddenly Tegan heard voices, footsteps in the gravel; people approaching them. Her eyes snapped open as she panicked again. Again she wanted to run but his strong arms held her still, holding her against his body. He held her head firmly, but gently as not to harm her, to his chest. Held like this she could hear his heart beating, perfectly in unison with her own loudly beating heart. Tegan heard the voices coming up the path toward them, closing on them and watched as he bent to her, kissing her neck gently, slowly, as if they were lovers, fooling the passers by. His icy lips were silken and soft against her skin, the kiss seductively gentle, sending shivers through her, awakening a strange passion deep inside, lighting a fire that sent erotic shivers of arousal through her. On impulse Tegan pressed closer to him, trying to quench the fire of emotion and arousal that seared through her veins. Closer still to him he held her now, his prey that was not to be lost, and something more and infinitely precious too.

 

Tegan heard the voices grow more and more distant, heading up to the group of houses just beyond. All she could see now was his dark curls, feel the silken strands against her face, him kissing her neck. Once again they were alone. Tegan's excitement coursed through her as she felt absolute wonder for what he was about to share with her. He lifted his head now; the movement slow and graceful and she could see the dark path again. She felt his hold on her; both a vice that she could not escape from and a safe and loving embrace. Now she was totally aroused, not only physically, but also in awareness, perception and emotion. She looked into his face and saw his lips part, two white fangs gleaming. He started to bend towards her again, homing in on the pulsing at her throat. Tegan lifted her head further, inviting him to her, her heart pounding in anticipation. The seconds passed so slowly as she willed the moment to come, to take over her, and she moaned, a little voice of fear and desire.

 

“Hush now my love.” He whispered, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. He spoke with a strange accent, a Germanic lilt, pleasant and soothing. The fire in her veins burned hotter with the feathery sensation.

 

She closed her eyes once more as his lips pressed to her throat and gasped as his teeth punctured her willing flesh. Tegan moaned loudly as he drank from her, the sensation one of pure joy. She threw her head back, moaning into the night. The fire in her veins exploded in intensity, burning white hot in her veins, filling every cell in her body. She pressed herself to him panting as sensation rushed through her senses.

 

This was ecstasy rare in its purity, the two hearts beating as one, the souls mingling and a joining so pure it transcended all that was sexual. This was pleasure, pure and intense, this total shared intimacy. All sound was lost and all she could hear was his heart, her breathing floating to her from what seemed like an incredible distance. Her whole world centred around that sensation, her senses homing in on it, enjoying it, savouring it. Slowly her body began to grow weaker, she felt as if her legs were no longer able to hold her, but his iron grip held her upright pressed close to his body. All her senses focused on him, on the sensation as consciousness began to swim.

 

His hand slid away from her neck, sliding down and under her arms, across her back. Through this entire action he stayed attached to her throat, filling her with that indescribable ecstasy. Gently he pulled away from her, from her throat, yet the pleasure stayed. He kissed the wounds that his teeth had made. Tegan opened her eyes and looked into his face, a gentle smile there. Now he pressed his lips to hers tenderly, warmed by her blood. He kissed her cheek and her brow with these soft kisses as if mapping her out with sensation. He bent to her throat again, kissing the flesh lightly with an intimate tenderness breathing in deeply, taking in the smell of her warm body, lapping at the blood that ran in a slow trickle from the wounds he had made.

 

He rubbed his face against hers as she was held, gently, but tightly to his body. “Now we must away from here my beautiful one.” He whispered into her ear, his lips brushing her skin again. He kissed her forehead and put his hand to her face. He spoke again in that soft Germanic accent.

 

“Are you frightened of me child?”

 

“No” She whispered.

 

“Poor naive little one, he has not taught you anything yet has he?”

 

“Who?”

 

“Never mind, that does not matter anymore.”

 

Suddenly he turned as he heard something she could not, his preternatural senses much sharper than her human ones.

 

“What is it?” She asked. She felt weak, drugged, as if she would collapse if her let her go.

 

“Interference.” He paused, listening intently. “Come.” He said quietly, putting pressure into the small of her back, but she stood her ground.

 

“I can't, I don't think I can walk.”

 

“Then I will carry you.”

 

Tegan smiled and slid her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair. He slid his arms around her, one around her back, and one around her legs, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

 

“Sweet child.” He whispered to her. “I've waited too many long years to hold you in my arms.”

 

Suddenly a dark figure dropped down from the wall beside them.

 

“Demetriov! Let her go!”

 

“Stuart?” Tegan questioned, recognising the voice.

 

“Quiet!” Demetriov hissed. “Leave old man, your place is not here. My choice of victims is my affair.”

 

“Not in this case, she is no victim, and she is my niece.”

 

“She came to me, she made the choice. She is meant to be with me.”

 

“Choice? I very much doubt that.”

 

“She came to me of her own free will.”

 

“Only with your influence I have no doubt. She has no idea of your kind.”

 

“Please! What is going on?” Tegan's plea came in the midst of the argument.

 

Demetriov heard her and set her down on the ground, kissing her gently as he did so.

 

“Your uncle and I have to sort out this disagreement.”

 

“What…?” She started but gasped in shock as Demetriov attacked her uncle.

 

Tegan tried to stand, but her head was light, giddy and she collapsed to the floor again, head throbbing. She fell to her knees, head in her hands, the loss of blood affecting her badly. She was weaker than she knew and felt immensely tired. Her senses swam, consciousness slipping. The scene spun, her sight blurring, she couldn't focus. She dropped to her side, closing her eyes and holding her head, trying to control the dreadful nausea that had taken over her. The sounds of the dreadful fight filled her ears.

 

“Please.” She whispered, not knowing if they had heard her, her own perception lost in a whirl of nauseous colour and sensation.

 

Finally she retched, vomiting, coughing up the remnants from her throat, the acid burning inside. She tried to concentrate, to blot out the mess of sensations that had flooded her being. The fight rang out in her ears, the noise loud and intrusive, adding to the discomfort that was now overtaking every sense. She felt intensely tired, her limbs weighted with lead, painful to move. She felt unconsciousness dragging her down, pulling her away from the scene, the sound distorting in her ears. Slowly she blacked out.

 

* * * * *

 

When she woke she was in bed at home, still in her dress. Her throat ached and her head throbbed. She was vaguely aware of a bandage at her neck. Slowly she opened her eyes in the dark room, trying to lift her head.

 

“What…?”

 

“Shh!” Her uncle soothed, rising out of the chair in the corner, putting a hand on her forehead. “You're not well.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“You collapsed on the path home and gave yourself a knock. You're running a fever. Michael saw you and brought you here. You rest for a couple of days. That's all you need.”

 

“You're back from work early!”

 

“Your aunt rang me. Rest now and you are not going back to school until you feel better.”

 

He got up to leave but she called to him as he reached the door.

 

“Good night at work?”

 

“Yes.”

 

She smiled at him and closed her eyes. Stuart watched her for a moment.

 

“Saving you was the best night's work of my life.” He whispered, unaware she could hear him

 

With that he closed the door and Tegan opened her eyes once more.

 

“So it was real.” She said to the darkness. With that she drifted slowly into a dreamless sleep.

 

 

 

Author's notes:

Mwahahahahahahah! Life is never going to be the same again for our young heroine. Ooh and she liked it the little minx. This chapter was the original inspiration for the whole story, the main section being a dream I had. Okay, so it proves I'm nuts but hell, if you haven't worked that out by now, you never will. Till next time my pretties!