Page 6 of Losing The Vampire King
“But… isn’t it dangerous?” I remember. “Won’t it kill him if he drinks it consistently?”
She hesitates to tell me her reply.
“Mother?” My voice is on the verge of breaking.
“Yes, there is… a possibility of it killing him,” she confirms finally.
I drop down to my knees. She comes to me immediately, wrapping her arms around me.
“But… it could be a mistake, no?” I ask, desperate for even a little bit of hope.
“Of course,” she nods, kissing my forehead. “Of course.”
I suddenly pull away. “He wouldn’t eat it or drink it on his own. Someone must have forced him to. But… who?”
“We have to assume that whoever is doing this to him, has plans,” my mother reminds me.
My eyebrow immediately raises. “What do you mean?”
She tries a weak smile. It works. “If someone wanted him dead, then they’d kill him immediately. Why would they bother feeding him poison?”
I nod. “Unless they have a plan, which they need him for.”
“So, I think it’s safe to assume that Eddie will be kept alive for a while longer.”
“Until something happens,” I say, dreading what this something might be.
“That gives us some time,” she reminds me. “There is a nymph healer that you need to go and see. She knows more about these plants than anyone I know. She will tell you what you need to do when you find him, and you must heed her advice very carefully, because I fear that this might be a matter of life and death.”
“I think so, too,” I gaze into her eyes, looking for reassurance, but all I see is fear and doubt. She gave me the truth. I know I am better off now, but at the same time, the very knowledge that someone is poisoning Eddie is killing me.
“Who is doing this?” I ask, but I know that my mother doesn’t have that answer, just like I don’t. This is an answer that I need to go and find out… before it is too late.
Chapter Four
Edmund
I don’t know when she came to me during the night. There are thin, sparkly strips of moonlight flowing down from the window, and onto the slumbering figure next to me. I see her from the back. Her hair isn’t fiery, as I would expect. Her hair are spools of golden thread. She smells like the river, crisp and frozen.
I don’t know who she is, but the moment she turns to me, she smiles. It is a smile that illuminates the entire room. Although there is no light, save for those thin paths of moonlights, scattered about the room, I see her. I see her, and yet, I would not be able to say what her name is or who she is, but my heart knows her. There is a flicker of something familiar about her, urging me not to be afraid.
“Kiss me,” she says, cupping my face and bringing it closer to hers. I can do nothing else but oblige.
My heart beats wildly inside my chest as I look at her face. I know I should have my eyes closed, like she, but I can’t stop looking at her. She tastes so sweet, her lips soft and luscious. I can’t get enough of them. The fact that I can’t remember who she is or how she got here is irrelevant at this moment.
“Where have you been?” she murmurs softly against my lips as soon as our kiss ends.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me, realizing only now that she is naked underneath those covers. Then again, so am I. None of this is making any sense. I remember falling asleep with my clothes on. Did she undress me? I doubt that. Then how did it happen?
“I’m here now,” I tell her, banishing those suspicious thoughts, as her thigh rubs against my cock, which is growing harder by the minute. My mind must have forgotten almost everything, but it seems other parts of my body managed to retain some of their memory. They remember what they need to do.
She fits into my embrace perfectly. Her body feels so small, I’m afraid of crushing her with the weight of my desire, which I can barely control. Before I can say anything else, she swings one leg over my stomach, her calf brushing against my cock softly. I’m too hot by this point. Controlling my desire is becoming more and more difficult. I can sense that she wants me to dominate her. She is giving herself to me completely, this sweet, tender creature whose face sings a thousand songs I feel I have never heard, yet the melody is strangely familiar.
I want to ask who she is. I want her to tell me everything, but at the same time, the only sounds I want her to make are soft moans of pleasure and nothing else. I know I can’t have it both ways, so I allow her to make that choice for us.
My cock is straining against the covers, as she keeps rubbing her calf against it tantalizingly slowly. I know I could just pin her down to the bed and take her right now. She wouldn’t say no. I can feel the heat and wetness oozing off of her and onto my thigh.
She lowers her face towards mine, licking my lips with the tip of her tongue. Her skin on mine feels scorching hot. Her hands are all over me, trailing invisible lines, as if she has also forgotten my body and now, by tracing it with her fingers, she wants to memorize it. I try to do the same.
