Paul - The house in the suburbsThe sun is high in the sky as I open my eyes. For a moment, I don’t recognize the room, maybe because I’ve never slept here before. But the furniture is way too familiar to not realize where I am in just a few seconds. My eyes fall on the clock, and I frown. It's ten o'clock. What the hell? Why did I sleep so late?Laura’s story remained inside my mind, making me dream of princesses and dragons. I would laugh and say that a grown-up man like me shouldn’t dream of fairy tales, but this wasn’t a fairytale at all. How can a dragon rescue a princess who is willing to die? There's no villain in sight to confront, no wicked minions to punish with fire. How can one rescue someone who refuses to be saved?As if sensing I’ve woken up, Laura enters the room with coffee. The steamy, strong scent combines with the lilac one that permanently follows her around. I should find out what the meaning of that is.“Good morning!” Laura places the coffee cup on the nights
Laura - The house in the suburbsI can’t deny the longing and the tug at my heartstrings that his presence brings every time. But our circumstances haven’t changed. And besides, what's happening now isn't a genuine connection, nor a lasting one. What am I thinking? I shouldn’t want more than this.The more time passes, and he’s playing with my senses, the more my mind gets foggy. Concentration woven with indescribable thrills, my body shudders with delights I’ve never experienced before.“What do you want, Laura?” His question beats a steady rhythm in my eardrums even though his mouth is too busy to repeat it.His tongue is working its magic, making me melt like butter. I try my best to not let him see my rapture, though maybe that’s impossible. So I strive to not let lewd sounds come out of my mouth. No man has ever given me so much attention; no one has ever made me feel like this.A hand presses against my hip, and I feel his warmth seeping through my skin. His fingers trace along
Laura - The house in the suburbsThe kiss that awakens me is sweet. Hot lips slip cleanly over the skin of my nape, igniting a thrilling amount of pleasure. I’m in no mood for sex, but his touch offers another form of delight I’ll gladly take. A sense of peace washes over me, rinsing away everything bad; my bleak existence; the fear that takes hold every morning when I see that I'm alive.Paul’s heavy arm lays over my waist. The muscles contract as it tightens the grip over me. His warm chest presses against the bare skin of my back. A low moan escapes my lips before I can contain it. I hope I’m not falling in love with him because my heart can’t take it.I’ve never fallen asleep in someone’s arms before. This is all my fault. I’ve never slept with a man in the same bed after having sex. Leaving right after is for the best. This way, I can avoid emotional attachment. The memory of my past few lovers is a blur.And then there's Paul. I want to stay in his arms forever. A hand slides up
Laura - Oltenia pack’s meeting groundsI guess my performance yesterday was up for the task since today I stand on the grounds of the Oltenia pack. Paul gets out of the car, carrying lots of shopping bags. He didn’t want to leave Bucharest until Dan came with these packs, which I believe are filled with gifts.I look up at him, wondering what he has in mind.“Are you ready?” he asks.“Yes, I am."But before I can take another step, Paul is surrounded by kids of various ages, all asking for sweets and toys.Soon, I realize I was right. I remain a few feet behind him, smiling. Paul looks like an uncle who lives abroad, and on the rare occasions he visits, he has to share gifts for all the events he has missed.Adults stay back and wait for the jumble of children to disperse. Something that happens sooner rather than later, right when everyone is happy with what they got.A tall, broad-shouldered guy with beautiful amber eyes walks forward when the path is clear. “Welcome, Paul. We've
Laura - The cabin in the woodsI look at the wooden ceiling, my head flooded with questions. Why am I here with Paul? Why does having him so near make me feel so good?His arm is around my waist, his hot breath on my shoulder. I'm too scared to move. Is it because I don't want to wake him up, or because it's so good that I want to stop time right here and now?His head moves, and his lips touch my neck. “You can’t sleep?”I nod. My throat doesn't seem ready to form words.“Why?” He groans, pulling me closer to him.Why am I not asleep? Because his heart beats far too loudly. I can’t stop wondering if it pounds like that for me. My misgivings are mine to bear. What would be the point of saying them out loud?“Strigois don’t need sleep.” My voice comes out cold and assertive, and I’m relieved. “Since it’s optional and I’ve been dozing off enough these days, I can’t seem to sleep anymore.”To clear my head, I feel like I need to distance myself from him for some reason. Taking the sheet
Paul - The Oltenia pack’s meeting groundsAs I descend the mountain to meet up with Radu, it is already midday. It would be nice to be a simple guy, free of the troubles and responsibilities that tie me down. Are these ideas enough to disqualify me as a leader? Or does everyone experience these thoughts from time to time?My eyes wander over the lush forest and the clearing beyond it. In the distance, the clouds are slowly drifting away, revealing the blue sky.Radu is already waiting for me. He’s probably used to my former self, the one who does the job and then takes time to relax if there’s time for such a treat. The alpha of the Oltenia pack stares at me from head to toe. My clothing is casual, and I wonder if he has ever seen me like this before. When we meet, even in the forest of his meeting grounds, I always wear one of my suits.“What’s with the jacket and joggers?” Radu chuckles when I arrive in front of him. “Are you trying a change of style?”"This is just what meets the
Laura - The cabin in the woodsFeeling watched, I raise my head and glance toward the door. Paul stands there, staring at me as if I were a painting at an exhibit. I can’t help but smile. He makes a step forward as I put my book on the nightstand. Gawking at the book’s title, he almost trips on the rug by the door. This time I start chuckling while measuring his new style between the peals of laughter.Paul frowns. “What are you laughing at?”Jet black joggers hang at his hips and a jacket wraps around his muscular, broad shoulders. His defined collar bone settles above the hem of a black tank-top, hiding the smooth chest underneath. Tousled black hair cascades down in a set of loose strands and frames his sculpted face. He looks so different from the neatly arranged Paul I’m accustomed to.“Nothing. Just admiring your new look.”“I wasn’t aware you had any interest in fashion.” He raises an eyebrow.I laugh again. "Why the abrupt shift in behavior? When did you start dressing like t
Paul - After 3 weeksI enjoy the peace and quiet this place provides as I wait for the moon to rise. The crickets add a joyful melody to my ears as I stargaze the twinkling silver lights of the brooding sky. I push back the sounds coming from the clearing of our meeting grounds.Everyone is always upbeat when we get together for the full moon shift. Despite the enthusiasm, I feel for the first time that something is off. Laura is not present.Steps on the grass pique my interest. Looking toward the clearing, I see Alin and Ana Maria approaching. She was delighted to join the Muntenia pack, and we chose to call her Ana Maria in order to avoid confusion with our Ana.“I wanted to thank you again,” Alin says, his hand around his mate’s waist. “I’m also sorry for my behavior in the past few months. Not in my wildest dreams have I dared to imagine that such a thing could happen, that Ana Maria would join our pack.”“I’m extremely in debt to you,” she says, her eyes sparkling with happiness