Lilith's Shadow by Brandy Campbell (best authors to read TXT) 📕

now shall we?” He inquired, grasping my hand in his. I felt a little giddy knowing that within a few moments I would be able to prove that nothing life changing had happened with Stefan and that my desire for him was nothing more than a desire. I smiled at him as we reached the door and I waited for him to unlock it. “What's your name again, sugar?” I asked.

 

“Marcus, sweet thang.”

 

“Oh. Well, thank you Marcus.”

 

Once the door was open, I walked in behind Marcus as he turned the light on in the foyer. I looked around as he shut the door. The place was so opulent and beautiful, with antiques everywhere. I walked into the sitting room and didn't notice as he locked the door behind himself. The entire place was shrouded in darkness. The light switch was hit and I gasped so loud it made him laugh. The entire sitting room looked like something out of the fifties, there was a juke box in a corner of the room . There was also was a living room set and a television with a few upgrades to it, to make it look more modern.

 

The room itself was done in black, gray and white checker. I said, “This is cool.”

He put his hand on my back, “Glad you like it, shall we?” He nodded toward the upstairs where I presumed the bedroom was.

 

“Sure, lets go.” I said, remembering why I was here. I allowed him to lead me up the stairs and to his room. When the light came on it was to give the appearance of a soft glow. I was impressed with how modern his room look. “Wow. How nice is this.”

 

He smiled, “You like it?”

 

“Yes.” I stated. Glancing over at him, I said, “You have to be loaded to have all of this .” I gestured around the room.

 

He smiled, “I have a little bit.”

 

“This is more than a little bit.” I stated, falling onto the bed, enjoying the feel of its softness. With a bed like this, I temporarily forgot about my issue, until he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back, thinking about what it felt like when I kissed Stefan for the first time. It was unbelievable. I compared his kiss to Stefan's, it felt kind of rushed and it made me feel a tiny bit queasy. I stopped him and said, “How about we do no kissing on the mouth for now?” He shrugged, “ok beautiful. Just allow me to undress you.”

 

I closed my eyes and felt a voice say no. My eyes flew open and I paused yet again to look around the room. He was no where near. I sighed and closed my eyes again. Marcus went back to undoing my shirt. Immediately I was bombarded with images of Stefan's mouth on my neck, kissing down my chest and I imagined him there making love to me.

 

I imagined him kissing down my body as he had done Friday night. The way his mouth had devoured my body so tenderly, yet so strong, had me close to an orgasm already. I thought of his hands being inside of me, probing me, bringing forth all of my juices to claim as his own. I whispered, “Oh, Stefan.” It was then I smelled his scent in my nostrils. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see that he was there instead of Marcus. Pulling back, I wiped my hands over my eyes. Looking, I saw that it wasn't him, but it was Marcus. Licking my lips, I looked down and saw that my shirt was up and my underwear had been taken off. I pulled my shirt down and scooted myself to the edge of the bed.

 

“Are you alright?” Marcus inquired.

 

I felt a deep sinking feeling in my heart. I wiped my eyes, not sure why tears were falling. “I can't stay here Marcus, I need to go home . I'm sorry.” I felt as though I would rather pine over someone I couldn't have than to do this. I didn't know why but it felt wrong. Marcus looked at me and licked his lips, “So quickly? You just got here; and I thought you liked me. I thought we were bonding.”

 

Raising a brow, I thought the bonding part sounded a little bit weird, but chose to ignore it. “I'm sorry Marcus, I just can't stay here right now. Maybe another night. Tonight is just not the right night.” I felt in my heart that I would never see him again. Marcus's eyes took on a dark glow, the same kind that Stefan's eyes had held the other night, but his was more of a rage type.

 

“What do you mean? I thought you were up for a good time?”

 

I backed away from him, “I thought I was too, but apparently I am not, so I think I'm just going to go home now.”

 

Marcus's eyes stormed even darker and I felt sheer terror like never before. Was he going to rape me? This is what I get for coming to a strange man's house. I didn't even know this guy and had willingly put myself in this situation. I figured, I may as well just go ahead and get it over with than allow him to rape me. At-least I would be able to pretend it was someone else. Inhaling sharply, It occurred in my thoughts that suggestion just wasn't good enough.

 

Apparently he didn't like my response because he came closer to me and said, “You have such a beautiful neck you know. I was looking forward to kissing it.” I thought that was a strange comment, but didn't say anything.

 

“Can I just get one kiss, and then you can go?”

 

I looked up at the ceiling and thought, oh Lord, please, help me out of this one. I glanced back at him, “One kiss and then I can go?”

 

He nodded, his eyes somehow darker. I said, “ Fine, but make it quick.”

 

He was upon me in a second. He grasped my neck and tilted it up. I closed my eyes, hoping the kiss would be over soon. I felt him turn my neck over to the other side. It occurred to me that this was strange, but I still thought it was better than having sex with him. I realize now that he isn't the man I want, Stefan is. Feeling my heart call to him, I thought in my head, “I'm sorry, Stefan.” I couldn't understand why I was sorry and why I felt guilty when he and I weren't married. I noticed that Marcus hadn’t touched my neck. I opened my eyes and he was starring at me, fangs bared. My eyes opened wide and I pushed him away from me. He just looked at me and said, “You belong to another?”

 

I wrinkled my brow confused? “What?”

 

He smiled dangerously and his fangs seemed to get longer, “Intriguing.” With that, Marcus pounced and out of instinct I landed a high kick to his groin. He stopped and grabbed himself. I looked down at my right leg, unsure of what I had just witnessed. It filled me with a new adrenaline. I got up to walk out of the room and as I did, he grabbed me by my ankle. “You bitch,” he snarled as he grabbed me by my waist and hauled me over to the bed. My body fell to the bed like a rag doll.

 

“Look, I just want to go home.” I stated. He sat down on my legs prohibiting them from moving and pulled my hands over my head with one hand. This amazed me because he was so damn skinny. I twisted, trying to wriggle free but he commanded, “Shut up and stay still. He growled, showing his fangs. I screamed until I was awarded with a smack over the mouth. I laid there shaking, praying that miraculously someone would show up. I didn't want this brute of a man with large fangs to bite me. Then it struck me, this guy was a vampire. He had to be.

 

Only vampires had canines sharper than a dog's right? I didn't know much about vampires but they did have sharp canines and and...they couldn't go out in the day light. This filled me with dread. I knew I didn't want to become this man's food. I must have imagined every type of horrible dish that included me on the platter when I saw something wooden from the corner of my right eye. I watched as it went through the guy and came out the other end.

 

He looked down at me, a surprised look on his face and then let go of me. He turned around. I turned my head in the same direction, saw Stefan, his eyes glowing hard and ruthless. His fangs bearing. “You saw that she was taken and you still tried to kill her. Hmm.” Eyes wide with horror, I watched as his hand came up with a sword and he swung it to connect with the other man's head. The man's head rolled off his body and onto the floor. Thirty seconds later, his body became ashes.

Chapter Four

 

Chapter four:

 

Stefan:

 

When I saw him lead her upstairs and then proceed to kiss her, I really wanted to take his head off, but the worse part was that she let him. I've never felt betrayed by anyone in my life but in that moment I felt like she'd ripped my heart out and handed it back to me. Feeling the tears in my own heart, I disappeared from the house and began to walk away from where I knew they were. I didn't have the heart to watch him paw all over her and she let him do it. I thought about just letting her go. It would hurt but I would be better off finding someone who had more of an inclination to stay faithful. I figured this woman would just rip my heart out and not think twice about it. I was trying to convince myself to do that when I heard her say my name. I was immediately hit with a longing that went deep to the depths of my soul. Turning around, I imagined myself back at the house. It was then I heard her telling him she didn't want to go through with it. My heart did a little happy dance. “She can't be faithful, so don't get your hopes up,” my brain spat out in cynicism. I walked around downstairs until I heard, “Just one kiss and then I can go?”

 

For some reason my brows shot up in alarm at this statement. There was silence and then I heard her say, “Fine, but make it quick.” Again, I thought it was strange for him to ask for a kiss and her to agree to it was even stranger. It was then I heard her scream. My first thought was that I was going to kill him, and then my second thought was that I needed something with metal and a piece of wood. I heard a sound and it scared me even more to think of what could be going on. I