In the Arms of a Warlock- Chapter Seven

“What?” I’d yelled. Warlocks, witches and vampires? I thought to myself. A girl can only handle so much at a time.

“Yes, that’s right my daughter, I kill vampires for a living. It’s the family business. I learned this when I was in my twenties. And soon you will take over.” Father said, aiming another dagger at Desantheo’s heart. And once again, it was reflected with magick.

“Nuh-uh, over my dead body!”

“And it will be your dead body when one of them kills you. I won’t be alive forever!” Dad said, pulling a gun out from under his desk.

“Father,” I screamed, pulling Desantheo behind me with a stay here look.

“Step aside; I can’t shoot with you in front of him.” Dad said calmly.

“That’s the point! Desantheo is a Warlock, father. He’s not a vampire!”

“How do you know that for sure?”

“Sir, I know you won’t be alive forever, but I will. I love your daughter, I would die for her. So go ahead, shoot me. You won’t kill me.”

“Alright, but it’s only fair to let you know that these are covered with werewolf venom. These bullets will kill any vampire in its tracks.” Father said, right before pulling the trigger. I screamed at the same time that the bullet hit his chest. I fell to my knees, sobbing so hard that my entire body shivered. Mother, who had been quite until then, rushed to my side and held me in her arms. Father tried to help, but I only sobbed harder and pushed him away. Then, the most miraculous thing happened. Desantheo opened his eyes. I cried out in relief as I hugged him to me. I felt his warm blood stain my black shirt. He hugged me back and I felt his tears on my cheeks.

“I thought you said you were immortal?” Father said, with a smirk on his face that I wanted so badly to slap off.

“I am, but I can come close to death. And that’s what happened. The more you come close to death, the faster you react. I’ve never been close to death.”

“Well, how about a few more times then?” Father said, pointing the gun at Desantheo’s head. I cover his entire body with mine, knowing that he was far too weak to be almost killed again.

“Father! If you do anything to him, I’ll leave and never come back.” As soon as I had said that, he dropped the gun on the floor. I grabbed it and un-loaded it. After that, I helped Desantheo up and onto his feet. “You weren’t expecting this, were you?”

“No, not really,” He said as we walked out of the room.

                                Father eventually learned to accept him, right after he was told Desantheo’s life story. He was so very interested in what he could do, that he was with him all of the day. I tried to watch them one time, but couldn’t stand to see my father try to “kill” my reason for existence. It was very gruesome. But I eventually got some time with Desantheo.

“So, how is everything going?” I asked him one night, when we were lying in bed together.

“It’s going well, actually. You can bring me close to death now and I bounce right back up. So now, since I’ll be taking over your father’s business, I shall have to train to fight and kill.”

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. You know I can’t hurt a fly.” I said, placing my hand on his chest, studying my hand hard. But he took one finger, and with it he pulled my chin up to face his gaze.

“I know you wouldn’t, but I know you’re capable of it. I know you’re capable of a lot of things.” He said, looking at me like I was his own personal treasure.

“Oh, I am,” I said, pulling myself up a little bit to meet his lips in kiss.  At first, it was sweet and innocent. Then, with a passion I didn’t know I possessed, I kissed him so hard that I was breathless. He replied, but I could feel that it was mandatory. I let go, blushing like crazy. He smiled and stood up, pulling me with him. “What’s up? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you did nothing wrong. But I just think that you shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to take away something that’s not mine to take and that I can’t give back.”

“But I’m yours for the taking. All of me is. And I don’t care if you’re not a virgin. All I want is to be with you. I don’t care who else has.” I stood on my tip-toes to kiss him on the lips. At first, he didn’t respond. But when he did, it was exhilarating. He pressed himself to me and kissed me hard and long. But before he did anything else, he asked me a question.

 “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, damnit,” I said, speaking through a kiss. And that had been all he needed. He began to rip at my clothes, so I began to rip at his. Soon, we were standing there, his bare chest against my bare breasts. He shoved me against the wall, whispering in my ear words that I couldn’t decipher. I realized that they were ancient love words. We ripped the rest of our clothing off, feeling it necessary. He stepped back, admiring my body. I heard the whimper that escaped from his mouth as his dick became harder. I admired his body before pulling him back to me. He pulls me down to the bed, rubbing his palm over my wet vagina. I arched my back in pleasure, wanting more. Then he started to massage my clit before sucking on my nipple. God, he knew how to make me moan. Then before I could do anything for him, he started to lick me, pushing his tongue deep inside me, massaging me. He kept this up until I felt it coming. I was becoming tense, so much that I thought I was going to explode. Then, right when I thought I’d explode, I did. I was engulfed in ecstasy. He’d done it; he’d made me cry out in pleasure. Then, before anymore happened, he pulled himself up and over me. Poised just outside. I whimpered wanting more of him, all of him. He slowly enters, careful not to hurt me. But he couldn’t take away the slight pain when he pushed through my innocence. But it soon disappeared when he began to move within me. He was slow at first, agonizingly slow. Then he quickened when he heard me whimper. He leaned down to kiss me softly. He slides a hand under my back and lifts me up a little, striking a place inside of me that sent vibrations of pleasure throughout my entire body. It hadn’t taken long for me to feel the same tensing. He was so close; I could see it on his face. Then, he rammed me hard at just the right moment, and we exploded together, bathing in ecstasy together. He lay down next to me, and enclosed me in his arms. I hugged myself as close to him as possible, resting my head on his chest. He began to softly stroke my hair. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting sleep win over me.

                The next morning I woke up just the way I’d always imagined I would. Waking up to the sounds of birds, light shining through the window, and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen, but what I hadn’t expected was to wake up alone.. I was sore in places I didn’t know possible, and very tired. It felt as if the world was at my fingertips, but had been yanked away to quick. I suppose you can’t have everything you want, I thought to myself.

“Are you awake?” I heard Desantheo say from the kitchen. He came into view, a coffee cup in one hand and a muffin in the other. He looked clean, refreshed. But as I climbed out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror, I was scared half to death. My bed head was at its absolute worse, my make-up from the previous day was smudged so much that it made me look like a raccoon, and I had what appeared to be bruises all over my neck and shoulders. An unexpected giggle escaped my lips as the previous night flooded my thoughts. I realized that they were not bruises.

“I am now.” I said, jumping into his arms. I remember how good he smelled and how soft his skin was. All he’d had on were a pair of boxers. He set me on the ground and I had to smile and bite my lip to keep a giggle from escaping my lips.

“Good, cause I have a surprise for you.” He says, leading me to the balcony. But before I let him, I grab my housecoat and slip it on, covering myself. He opened the door for me and I gasp in shock. I’d totally forgotten that it was December 1^st. He’d decorated the railing with red and white garland; put a red, plastic table cloth that had little Christmas trees decorating it on the table. And he had even cut a live tree and had it waiting for me to wake up so we could take it in and decorate it. On the table there were three sacks of garland, ornaments, and in one a tree topper. But this one was special. It was three moons joined together. It was a crescent moon, then a full moon, and finally another crescent moon, all attached side by side. I realized it as the sign of the Triple Goddess. It was a popular sign amongst us. I was so captivated by its sparkling beauty that I hadn’t noticed the two presents lying underneath the tree. When I finally did, I felt so guilty that I hadn’t gotten him one, that my face became super red. His laugh brushed away all insecurities as he drew me into his arms.

“You need not get me anything for Christmas, for you are my present.” Desantheo says, softly kissing me upon my lips. I smile, thinking about how wonderful it was that he knew exactly what I was thinking. But that hadn’t solved the problems we were soon to face.