When I landed on the bed, Oliver had took off his black shirt completely, while I removed my hoodie and t-shirt, both with a motif of rose wrapped in a wreath of thorns. Then Oliver leaned over me, starting to place gentle kisses on my abdomen and belly, his lips moving slowly upward. With hands, he efficiently unbuttoned my bra, and just in time, as his lips began to caress my breasts alternately. My body was engulfed in fire as I felt his caress, and I ran my hands over his back and torso as well, then weaving my fingers through his hair to pull him slightly upwards as I wanted to taste his lips again.
Oliver moved up as I wished, but on the way he literally sucked his lips into the skin on my cleavage and neck, leaving red marks. I moaned with pleasure as he marked me, then my moan was muffled by his lips that jammed into mine, and tongue that began to play inside my mouth. Already from that my heart sped up and so did my breath. My hands slid over his neck and my nails dugOn the night of July 10 to 11, specifically at 11:30 am, my rite of passage began. Every young sorceress and wizard who turned 18 had to go through it. This ritual made you an official member of the magic community, and your power was fully released, giving you much more opportunities than before. The mother prepared a magic potion for her child that was to help with waking up the power completely, then the child had to lie down in a circle drawn or made of herbs and chant the spell with a mother until the power was released in the form of the white light surrounding the child.My mother and I made a circle of herbs in the garden, on an evenly cut lawn, then I drank the potion prepared by my mother and lied down in the center of the circle. Then we both started uttering a spell, during which my mother walked around me, sprinkling with a special powder, which was to additionally ensure the success of the ritual. You need to know that sometimes the ritual could fail, but only if
That day, August 10, 2006, I was sending Oliver ultrasound pictures, and he was delighted with our baby, even though there was little to see. The pregnancy also appeared to be progressing at a normal pace, although Oliver had learned that a vampire's pregnancy was shorter, but that was in the case where the female vampire was the mother, so for a sorceress who was pregnant with a half-vampire, it could be otherwise. We were also planning my moving out slowly, because Oliver bought a nice house in England, where we could live in peace and wait for the birth of our child, there was a very good hospital in the area, as well as a kindergarten and school.That same day, in the afternoon, I informed my mother that had finally decided to move out.- What? So fast? I thought that since you've been sitting for so long, you will at least wait for the results of your exams.- my mother said, clearly dissatisfied with the news.- Mom, you knew very well that it would come to this
I drove all the way to Venice, where I ran out of fuel. It was only there that I took my bags and the money from the locker Oliver had left for me there and boarded the train. After a few changes and a flight, I finally reached the capital of Great Britain, London. From there, I set off for Colchester in a bus, from where it was close to Flatford, a small hamlet that contained the house Oliver had bought for us. It was close to a wooded area and we were quite a distance from our closest neighbors, which was good for raising a small hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress.When the taxi drove me to the right place, I noticed a black car in the driveway, which meant Oliver had taken care of that as well. After getting out of the taxi, taking my luggage, and paying the old man who left shortly after, I looked inside the car, which was open and the key was in the ignition, and found another gift in the glove box - information for all bank accounts around the world where Oliver had accu
Christmas and New Years Eve passed me much sadder than usual. I started to think not only about Oliver, but also about my mother, and also Luna, whom I left without a word of explanation. I even thought about calling her, in the end I still had her number and a whole lot of missed calls and unread text messages, but I did not have the courage to call back. I also had no idea what to say to her, how to explain my sudden departure, especially since my mother stayed in Italy. Therefore, for the time being, I decided not to speak to Luna, even though my heart ached at the thought of what kind of pain I probably caused her by leaving without saying goodbye. Especially since it was such a great person. I suspected that Luna probably started her dream studies, in the end she certainly scored enough points to get into the university, so at least I didn't have to worry about that. However, Luna was certainly worried about me.In February 2007, Alex turned two months old and was growing
On December 20, 2007 we celebrated Alex's 1st birthday. Our son was growing up and he was coping better and better with walking all alone, and when I stayed with him in the meadow behind the house, which I turned into a small garden with time, planting various trees, shrubs and flowers, Alex even tried to run slowly, but still he would often fall over. Of course, his mobility meant that I had to keep my eyes around my head, so that Alex wouldn't go in where he shouldn't be, especially when I was left home alone with him because Oliver was in work.We often received fresh eggs and milk from the neighbors, the Wilson's, the ones that who Oliver worked for, because they had not only fields but also chickens and a cow. Overall, they were nice people, so one weekend I even invited them to our place for dinner. Of course, all three of us - me, Oliver and Alex - had to be a bit careful, but luckily there were no weird incidents that could call into question if we really were normal hu
The first month of living with Margareth was a real rediscovery for me with a sister whom I only knew from rumors I had heard. Mom never wanted to talk about her, as if she had really thrown Margareth out not only from family books and photo albums, but also from heart. I was sad just thinking about it, because my older sister was a wonderful person, and the fact that she fell in love with a demon, in my opinion, did not detract anything from her. She told me that Christopher, the demon, loved her too, and left the Underworld, losing his home forever, so much he wanted to stay on the surface, with her. And although Margareth eventually lost him to the mages of Siberia, who were known for their zeal to wipe out demons, she said that had spent a lot of time with him anyway, full of wonderful moments.- I'm wondering about something.- I spoke to her one February afternoon as we sat in the living room watching Alex and sewing the ruffled clothes together.- If you were together for
My mother came to us at the beginning of March, even before my birthday. She really enjoyed seeing Margareth and me, sincerely apologized to Oliver, but especially Alex won her heart. I had the impression that my son had cast some powerful love spell on his grandmother, because since then, my mother has changed beyond recognition. If mom wanted to reward us for her earlier behavior, she did so more than needed during the first month of her stay with us. Mother even promised to meet with the wizards and sorceress council that took place in the fall, to ask for an exception to be made for relationships like mine and Oliver's or Margareth and Christopher's, that is, relationships connected by true love, which could be easily verified. My mother said that being alone for several months, she had carefully thought through everything and came to the conclusion that our community should be glad if any creature of darkness would love one of the sorceress truly, and we would manage to drag su
Oliver was standing next to me, his burgundy eyes filled with sadness. I looked away, unable to look at him, after all, what was going to happen now was my fault only. Maybe if I hadn't been looking for him, if I had really given up on us... And now I will probably lose him forever.I can see clearly my mother's eyes, so hateful, so full of fury. I'd never seen her like this before, and I knew one thing - it was over, Oliver's end. He's about to die, and it's because of me. Tears are streaming from my eyes and falling down onto my checked shirt. My mother looks at me sympathetically for a moment, but I know she won't change her mind anyway.- Vampires are enemies of life, they kill and suck it out of others, mostly innocent humans. And therefore they are our enemies, because our job is to protect whole life. That's why any vampire who stands in our way must die. - I hear my mother's firm, but slightly fluttering voice, and then I see as she raise her hand to attack Oliver.