Call Of The Dark

Chapter 12 Desperate Control

?Emma walked past the door of a room that she presumed was his. Sure that he was sleeping, she walked into the cold corridor, watching the birds trill and little squirrels and rabbits rushing to their underground burrows to hide their winter nuts. Scent of apple trees floated in the air and she wondered if the palace had apple gardens even in this harsh winter.

The whole place was surreal. Without vampires. She started humming a tune that she remembered. It was as if the tune was etched in her mind. She had never known the source of it because her stepmother had never sung it for her. And her father, certainly not.

The palace was a maze. She decided to take its tour with Ginger and hurried back to her room. Mentally exhausted by all the thoughts, she slept. It was when the sun had begun its descent that she woke up and decided to walk to the periphery of the palace to test the magic that Maeve had cast upon her. The fae had said that the magic would work only on her and no one else.

She wrapped her shawl around her to go out when she was greeted with a sight of a tray with a lid. Dinner. She hoped Ginger was there with her to talk to. She lifted the lid to find lamb meat, cheese and soft bread. She groaned at the sight of it and devoured it hungrily. She hadn't had such exotic tasting food ever and was surprised that vampires even cooked food. She made a note to thank Ginger for keeping such good care of her. "Until I am no more…" she sighed. And that thought killed her appetite.

Emma drank water and in order to divert her attention, got up to test the magic that Maeve had cast on her. She had never been subjected to it but had heard about magic. Those were the fairytales that mothers told their young ones before they went off to sleep. She was sure that it was nothing and only a way to scare her.

The snow crunched under her boots as she trudged her way towards the periphery of the palace. Emma noticed the naked trees and then some pines and firs whose leaves were loaded with snow. A soft gust of wind shook the snow to the ground. As she reached a thicket, a movement in the shadows had her frozen. It was no more than a rustle but in the disappearing light, her heart started to beat wildly. She shouldn't have at this time.

She crouched low, as she tightened her grip over a knife that she had stolen from her dinner tray. Panic made her breathe heavily with the mist-scented air filling her lungs. As minutes passed, the evening rapidly started turning into night.

Without warning, a rabbit darted from the bushes, it's white under-tail bobbing furiously. Within seconds it disappeared into its burrow. Emma laughed at her panic for a bunny. She got up and realized that her shawl had become wet. Folding it in her hands, she went ahead towards the boundary which was now visible in the form of a tall wall made from gray and red stone.

Though she was shivering with cold or anticipation, she rushed towards it, sure that there was no magic. She was excited, hoping she would find a way to escape,

The moment she reached within a few meters of the wall, the air rippled and sizzled around her body. Electric sparked and she experienced a jolt so heavy that she screamed in agony getting tossed back in the air.

"Eeeeeee!" she shrieked and landed on her ass over something… hard. Pain exploded in her back and she jerked her head back with a start, her wet shawl slapping against the face of whom she landed upon.

The force was so strong that Lazarus found himself tumbling to the ground when he tried to grab the mortal in his hands, tangled in a length of wet shawl which blinded him. Sharp pain slammed through him. It knocked the air out of his lungs because it wasn't just the girl falling on him, it was also because he had hit a hidden rock on the ground. He growled in pain, briefly closing his eyes.

"Wake up!" Someone called him, tugging him up. "Wake up, please!" The soft hands tugged him further up and then he realized that there was something over his face. Numbed by pain, he intended to untangle the shawl off his face when he found himself grabbing at something else totally. There were two very soft, damp, round and supple, yet firm… mounds. And right in the middle of those were very hard pebbles. His fingers dug in those, moving around a little to feel what they were when he heard horrified gasps.

The shawl on his face slipped slightly, and Lazarus realized that his hands were groping her breasts. He forced his hands away to remove the cloth from his face, and without thinking tugged at it frantically.

"Wait!" she shouted. "What are you doing?"

Though Lazarus waited but in his frenzy of getting away from her, because it was creating havoc on his senses, he continued to remove the shawl, when he heard the sound of another tear. The shawl fell away and now his face was right in between her breasts. He was dangerously distracted by the two beautiful mounds that were jiggling in front of him through the chemise that was visible from the torn gown.

Fascinated as hell, his fangs, claws and cock grew, as his eyes darted from the left one to the right. Little was he aware as to what Emma was doing to his head. "Oh goddess," she rasped. "You got blood flowing down your head at the back!" Suddenly, she lifted his head to examine the back of his head and in doing so, his head buried in those breasts.

She dabbed her fingers in his blood. "It is right here!" she said in a voice laced with worry.

Lazarus was losing control. His heart was beating wildly. He had forgotten about the pain. So close to his mate. As if her scent of violets wasn't enough to distract him, it was now mingled with that of roses. He wanted to desperately sink his fangs in her and drink from her. Even a drop would be enough. Blood lust was taking over.

He couldn't help but nuzzle into her plump breasts. They were sinful. Desperately controlling himself to not sink his fangs in them, he grazed them with it. His fangs were dangerously close to her nipples which grew harder than ever.

Emma stilled. Like prey sensing a predator.

Sensing her danger, he opened his mouth to say something but ended up flicking her nipples. He didn't want to scare her, but he realized that he had closed his mouth on her irresistible nipple.

Blood lust.

He had only flicked his tongue over it and was ready to sink his fangs in them when in the next instant, pain shot through his head all over again. He groaned.

She dropped him back to the ground. "You louche!" She got up and walked away, anger bubbling inside her.

Lazarus got up. He strode towards her and grabbed her waist.

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