Wanting to go home

She knew that he had been human at one point in his life, but that didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t human anymore. She feared that he would tell her he was a vampire or something. Majesta was worried that he would tell her the truth on this one. She knew that vampires were real and that they ran all over the earth, but she had never met one in person. It was rather weird to think that he was one.

“I am a vampire. How else would I be able to still be alive?” Craven told her, but he was positive that she had already known that.

“That is what I thought you might be. I hoped you would say you were part of a time slip or something,” The world was going too fast, or was it too slow now? It didn’t seem like it was going right anymore. Something was wrong if you asked her.

“I am real, a thaisce,” Craven spoke again. What was that? Gaelic? She wasn’t sure anymore, and she wanted to scream at him to stop it. She really loved the way it sounded; how romantic it was that he was most likely calling her pet names. Then again, he could be calling her a whore. Majesta couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of him calling her a whore in a different language.

“Prove it,” Feeling so strong when she said it, but now she was scared that he would really prove to her that he was a vampire. She already knew that he was a vampire, deep in her mind and heart she knew the truth. Hell, Amèliä was able to lift her up like she didn’t weigh anything. The mere thought of it made her head spin, and yet she was sitting still. Majesta didn’t know if she could handle either the fact that he was a vampire or the fact that he had been stalking her for ten years. Fear can make you do stupid things, and this was one of the biggest in her book.

“How can I prove to you that I am not among the living? The fact that I brought you here without a plane should be enough,” He hated that she wanted him to prove what he was saying.

“No, it only proves that you can do some weird shit.” Majesta almost laughed at the thought.

“I could taste the wine of your blood, get drunk off the fear that is racing through your veins.” Craven traced her throat with his thumb.

Majesta was sure her eyes went as big as saucers, but she didn’t care at this point. It was one thing to know in her heart that this man was a vampire; it was another to have him tell her that her blood would taste like a vintage wine. How the hell did he know that she was scared? Did it really taste like wine to him? Majesta really didn’t know what to think about this man, it was hard to think of much when he looked like a male model. She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off him and yet she knew his body, every inch of it. That made parts of her yearn for him and she didn’t like the way he looked at her when it happened. She wasn’t food for him…well maybe in some ways she was. She didn’t want him to see her as a dish. She wanted him to want her for her and not the blood running through her veins. In all her dreams she had always wanted this man, and here she was falling into his arms. It was stupid and she knew that, but she couldn’t stop the feelings and the rush of fear that came to her when she thought of what he could have done to her. Dreams were one thing, but this was too much for her little human brain.

“You look like you have already tasted me.” Shivering at the thought of him tasting her blood.

“I didn’t taste your blood, other things perhaps.” Craven chuckled at the thought of tasting her. A look of want crossed his face.

That made her blush and she hated the fact that he could get that type of reaction out of her. Was it her past that he wanted? Or did he want the her that was sitting here trying to figure this all out? It was her soul now not the women that once lived. That he thought he loved? Majesta was confused and it gave her a massive headache.

“You really don’t remember, do you?” The look of hurt in his eyes made her heart hurt but pissed her off at the same time.

“No, I have no idea what happened. I recall standing on the corner and you were coming for me, but that is all. The rest is a blank,” Majesta told him. She really didn’t recall most of what happened.

“Nothing happened over the last few days, it was years ago.” Years and years ago, when they had been young and human. Though it wasn’t Elizabeta and Craven but Amèliä. The young couple had been madly in love ready to marry. When a young girl had pointed the finger at Amèliä calling her a witch. “Life wasn’t the same after.”

The pile of clothes that Amèliä had brought in sat on the end of the bed. She pulled the stuff closer to pull the chemise on. It was thin but still covered most of her body. Shivering at the cold in the air she glared at him, but she didn’t really understand why she didn’t like him. Something about him brought hate to her heart. When she looked at him, that changed, and she felt joy. It bothered her to the core.

Majesta didn’t know if she could live with the idea this man wanted another woman. The fact that he loved her in some weird soul mate way bothered her. Feelings that were not hers were bubbling up, and it angered her that she couldn’t seem to control the rush of emotions.

“You might need help getting into that outfit,” Craven told her with a slight sigh.

“Well if I had any idea that I was going to be kidnapped I would have packed a bag,” Majesta told him in a snide tone of voice.

“Would you really?” Craven asked thinking she meant it.

“Hell no, I want to go home.” Majesta stood with just the chemise on. The truth was the chemise didn’t hide much. She should have had the drawers too, but she couldn’t afford to buy the whole thing. Just the chemise and corset along with the other layers cost her over six hundred dollars. The cape was more, seeing as it was all wool; it was meant to keep her warm. Rain will soak through and make you cold to the bone. She struggled into the rest of the dress, without the corset because she would have needed help putting it on. “Take me home. Now!”

“I can’t do that, a thaisce,” Craven told her.

“Stop calling me, whatever it is you’re calling me. I want to go home,” Majesta screamed.

“That is not possible at this moment. You see, someone else is looking for you and I can’t let him have you. Not again,” Craven told her.