Monster maybe

There was more to this story than he was telling. Something bugged her about the way he told it, and how he couldn’t seem to bring himself to say it all. A missing piece that someone else needed to say.

“You watched me turn to ash, and it tore your heart out. What made you keep going? How the hell did you live through this?” Running her hand up his leg.

“I didn’t live through it. That night I was taken by the lord of the night. He took my life so that my soul would find yours again. You have such great power and you don’t even know it. I am glad that it was me who found you and not him,” Craven told her. He tried not to moan at her touch. When he spoke of the lord of the night, she knew right away who he was talking about.

Majesta didn’t think that he really gave his life up for the reasons he was saying. The lord of the night was in love with Elizabeta or something to that fact. Why would he give this man eternal life?

“He would have killed me again to see your anguish,” Majesta said, but the words didn’t seem to fit right.

“Yes, he would have killed you and left me looking for you again. I have been watching you for years, waiting for you to see the truth. The first dream came to you when you hit twenty. I watched as you felt the flames and saw the arrow come to take you. I heard you call my name, even though you had never met me. Even now, you know my name without me telling you. You know that I have always loved your hair long and even though you wanted to cut it, you didn’t,” Craven told her. She could see the tears in his eyes.

Majesta was shocked beyond anything she could explain. The first dream had come to her when she was twenty and woke up screaming a name she had never heard before. The ache in her arms was horrible, yet she didn’t know at the time what to do with it. Her roommate had come running trying to calm her down, but it didn’t work too well. She had needed someone, and that person seemed to be him. Getting to her feet again, going back to the bed, lying on her stomach with her head pointed toward him. Majesta didn’t really understand what was going on and that pissed her off. Having no control over the dreams and the gifts that seemed to come with them. One thing she hated was not having control over her body; the way the dreams and feelings made her want things she would never have wanted normally.

“You have been stalking me? How long have you been watching me?” She already had an idea.

“Do you really want to know that answer, Majesta?” He already knew she didn’t really want the honest answer.

“Yes,” With a glare, she punched the bed.

“Ten years…” He told her and saw the horror in her eyes.

She gaped at him and wondered how it was that she had never seen him before. He was sexy and had a look about him, that she would not have forgotten seeing before. There was a knock at the door that made her jump. Looking at the door then to herself with a sigh. She really hated being nude when others when strangers were around. That must have come from her being a full-figured woman, not fat but by today’s standards, but bigger than she should be.

“Enter,” Craven called out.

The door opened, and Amèliä walked in with her arms full of clothes. It was the costume Majesta had been wearing last night…no wait, that would be three days ago, right? As she stepped into the room, Majesta could feel the anger in her, the way she hated the fact that he wanted Majesta and not her. It shocked Majesta so much she gasped. The feel of her anger was like a beast in the room, ready to eat her alive for touching Amèliä’s mate. It was hard to really explain it all, but it was there like a knife being plunged into her heart, then pulled out. Majesta pulled back on the bed, trying to roll away from the emotions she was having.

“Amèliä, enough…” His voice felt like a knife cutting through the air, as if he really wanted to hurt her. Amèliä pulled back on her emotions, and a wall came between the two of them. It was nice not to feel that brand of hate and love at the same time. Amèliä really wanted him, and something else was going on with the two of them. Why would Amèliä fear him? She had power of her own. Majesta didn’t want to figure it out, so she put a block there and wondered how she even knew how to do that. Majesta looked at the two of them and sighed. Something was going on, and she didn’t really understand it.

How can she be here and know so much about him and not really understand what was going on? The only way to find out the truth was to ask, but would they answer her questions honestly? Majesta didn’t really think that Craven would, but the woman would. She wanted to see Majesta upset and hurt.

“What was that?” Rumors had been passed down in the family about gifts. Physic gifts, but it had been rumor, nothing more. Now it was something more, maybe.

“Emotions will overload your human mind and heart. If you hadn’t noticed it before tonight or when the dreams started. It is a simple way to make you pass out. Not a pleasant thing to do and she knows it. Well not all humans have this gift you see; it is part of your soul. Passed down from generation to generation in your bloodline,” Craven explained to her.

“She is not one of us and shouldn’t be here,” Amèliä said with such venom in her voice, Majesta glared at her.

“I have every right to be here—” before Majesta could finish what she was saying she felt ice-cold hands on her neck and the bed was no longer under her, her feet were dangling, and she looked down to see Amèliä. Her anger hit Majesta like a bullet through the heart. Majesta tried not to gasp this time, to be the big bad human. That was so not happening at this point. Black dots started to swim in front of her eyes, and she knew that she would pass out soon. After a few moments, she felt herself falling again, and the bed hitting her rump. Majesta slumped on the bed in a heap. She heard a scream and then everything went black.

“Majesta…” the voice called her back to the present. Fear held her back was melting away, and something else warmed her, welcoming her back to the present. Majesta didn’t really understand it, and she feared she would never really understand what was going on. Why had she attacked her? Why could she feel their emotions? What in the hell were they? So many questions and yet no answers seemed to be in the cards. Her eyes fluttered open to look into those green eyes again. Without thought, her hand came up and cupped his cheek. It was an innocent action, but she could tell that it meant more to him.

“What…” Her mind was dazed by the attack.

“She had no right to attack you…” He started, but she put her finger on his lips, telling him not to finish his sentence. It wasn’t going to help things right now. Too many emotions were still flooding the room. They needed to feel the fresh air, and seeing the night sky would help. The fact that Amèliä hated her that much worried her. Did more of his people hate her? Majesta feared that she would find out sooner rather than later. All she wanted was to be warm again; it seemed like such a trial to get just that.

“What are you?” It seemed like a logical question in truth, but she felt like an idiot asking him.