Dark Ages, 1457.Everything was so perfect. Why did he stop? I didn’t want him to stop! My skin caught on fire, I needed his touch, his hands were rough but did miracles to my burning body.“Chase my demons away, Liz,” he whispered to me, cupping my face. It was such a raw, desperate request. How could I ignore his plea if it made my soul cry for him? I had to do what he asked me to. The hurt and loneliness in his kiss was heart-wrenching. I kissed him back, pouring all my passion before he met me with his own savage fire. I’ve felt nothing like the sensations he was awakening in me, and the sweet agony he was putting me through. He was desperate for branding me his, but trying so hard to control himself and be gentle in his ways.“I will,” I said to him, staring into those tormented eyes. “Just let them loose…” I didn’t say more, and all his control evaporated. He threw me in bed with him, holding my hands above my head, giving an almost full view of my naked body. He peppered kisses
Dark Ages, 1457.Traitors surrounded me! How dared this feeble little bastard raised an army of his own and instigated a revolt against me? Didn’t he cherish his dear life enough? It was then Anton and three more of my guards came to me in the courtyard with two hostages.“Sire, these two belong to his army. We caught them lurking around and talking to the peasants.” Anton threw one of them on his knees by my feet. I was so enraged I grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head up to face me, making him yelp in pain, and I didn’t get the frightened look I was expecting, what it made me even more ravenous for blood.“What did your pitiful master plan against me?” I yelled at him, pulling harder on his hair, almost ripping out of his skull. “I don’t care what you do to me, I’m already dead. Do whatever you want, because you’re getting nothing out of me,” he spitted every word in defiance, and I had to control myself not to break his neck right there.“Maybe you’ll think twice when sliding
Dark Ages, 1457. The movement in and out of the castle in the next few days had been harsh. Vlad didn’t stop for one minute and his men came and went at all times. I spent my days alone if it wasn’t for Liana. He would join me for dinner, and our nights were full of passion until the morning came, and I’d wake up alone. And he didn’t let me in fully into his world. He put me in some sort of limbo and it was maddening.“Vlad? What’s going on?” I had to ask one night while we were having our dinner. “You seemed to prepare for a war.” I was already growing to know his ways, and when he got himself in a heavy silence he was pondering on what to say to me and I wouldn’t get the whole truth out of him. “Your left eye is twitching…” I said, my eyes in slits. “Watch it, Vlad. I want the truth!”“Liz, I rebuilt this castle because as you can see, it’s not big and it’s on top of this precipice almost impossible to suffer an attack.” He stood up and extended his hand to me. “Come, I want to show
Dark Ages, 1457.The following week was the hardest, and I’ve learned one more of his traits, stubbornness! The wound on his rib cage got infected, and we had to deal with his excessive-high fever. The wounds were healing, but barely closed. When pain beat at him he had to rest, but nothing, and no one could hold him in bed. The cut on his ribs bled a lot. It was a complicated place. Liana and I waited for him to settle for a nap, and we strapped him to bed. I didn’t know what else to do to keep this man quiet for some time, and all hell broke loose when he woke up and realized what I had done.“What do you mean by this, Alizandra?” His glaring could roast me on the spot such it was the anger there. I wasn’t sure anymore, if what I had done was the best approach for the situation. “Untie me, woman or…” I didn’t let him finish, as my words came out before I thought of them.“Or what? You don’t listen to me. You can’t keep moving around, you won’t heal, Vlad!” And it was right there, tha
Dark Ages, Spring 1459.Albu’s betrayal took us by surprise, and after that fateful day, where he tried to take me down, I had to go on a few expeditions; I had to hunt him down and also the ones who helped him plot against me. So, I left for a month or more at a time; it was a hard feature leaving her behind; she was my haven, the one who kept my demons at bay, but I couldn’t take a chance in bringing her with me, as she asked many times. I found a distraught Alizandra when I got back from one of these campaigns. And she was having night terrors, something she had never had before. Worry ate at me. Maybe my demons had found their way to her, I didn’t know, but something was wrong, very wrong.“Wake up, draga mea,” I said, gathering her in my arms. “Wake up.” I kissed all over her face, trying to appease her distress. She was swimming in sweat and her breathing was difficult. Then those lavenders fixed on me, glinting with unshed tears, and that itself crushed my heart. “What’s wrong,
Dark Ages, 1460.“I am who I am, Alizandra, I can’t let go. They forged me in blood and death, and I know no other way!” He didn’t listen to me, and something broke inside my chest. I still had my night terrors and also did he, but as long as we slept in each other’s arms we could keep them at bay, but I hadn’t been able to shed them away, and my eyes always carried a haunted expression. Our souls were intertwined for all eternity, that was a fact, and it didn’t matter what would happen to us, we would always be together. He asked me not to sneak out anymore, but to take Liana with me when I wished to walk around the village, but not even that appeased me anymore. I preferred staying by the courtyard garden or praying in the chapel. So I kept my promise because he was the one breaking all of them.I knew everything that would go on around me. Most of the Transylvanian settlers were Germans, they were hardworking people, and they were great in the makings of firearms, like cannons, and
Dark Ages, 1461-2.Lord, she was beautiful! I loved those lavenders, and by God’s justice to those eyes she smelled floral, lavender just like the color in them, but as soon as she stared at me something had changed. They were dead, and that made me fall on my knees right there in the middle of the room. I killed her soul together with mine, and for that, I would never forgive myself. She observed me without saying a word, a terrorizing silence. “What can I do to bring back the light in your eyes?” There was nothing else I could do to remedy the situation, but beg for her absolution.“Nothing,” she said in a blunt retort, a spear piercing my heart. “You’ve made your choice, and I hope it served you well.” There was no more passion in her voice, only disgust. “Sometimes I ask God why would he give me this burden? He knows who I am, he knows how bloody my life has been, so why did he give you to me? You don’t deserve any of this.”She sighed and considered my words for some time. “It
New York, 2018.Two days ago I got a call from my boss and they handed me a mission. This time the orders came straight from the head of the agency and something didn’t add up. My sixth sense screamed in my head, not to take it, but it wasn’t an option. I was glad when I saw many stars above my head. They would work as my sight once I turned off my headlights and became a ghost. Yes, I could get in and out of places and retrieve stuff, and no one would know I was there.I’ve always been in love with bikes as far as I can remember. They meant the freedom I didn’t have, and I swore to myself that when the time came I’d have my own, and here I was on my ride. The gentle vibration slipping into my body and the smooth sound she’d make, like a kitten, purring and rubbing between my legs soothed my broken soul, and every time I got on her we became one. I jammed the throttle and put more miles behind me.Life had been harsh from day one, I was born a little unique from the conventional, and p