VAMPIRE ROMANCE: The Fallen from Grace(Prince of Darkness Vampire Angel Fantasy Paranormal Adventure) (Dark Fantasy New Adult Devil Short Stories) (11 page)

I gasped and looked up into the eyes of my husband Michael and my stepfather Beau Jax. I was horrified and scared.

“Michael, what are you two doing here?”

“We came to get you of course,” my stepfather said.

“What? Why? I’m coming home in a few days,” I said backing up. The two men frightened me because they seemed very angry.

“Yes, but I told you to come home days ago,” Michael said.

“You’re my husband Michael, but you don’t own me.”

Michael and Beau looked at each other and Beau said, “See I told you.”

“This is absurd,” I said as I turned and walked away.

Then I was in the air as the two men picked me up and carried me out the door. I couldn’t believe what was happening. How dare they treat me like property.

I screamed loudly.

Before I knew it I was in the back seat of my our SUV being held down by my husband as my stepfather drove away. I screamed and kicked, but it was no use. They were well down the road and no one at the ranch had noticed what was happening. I was once again being forced to do something against my will. I was so angry and scared. However now things had changed. Now I had the experience of real sexual desire and passion with Casey and now I would mourn the loss of it unlike anything else I had ever experienced.

The entire drive home I cried like a baby. I yelled at the men. I threatened getting a divorce, but nothing seemed to get through to them. Eight hours later I was back at home. I threw myself on my bed and felt complete despair.

My father called to ask me why I had left. My husband sat staring at me while I was on the phone. I made up a lie that I had to get back home because Michael had hurt his arm and needed me. My father bought it. I wanted to yell at him the truth, but I could not.

Days passed and I started to forget about what I had experienced with Casey. I forgot about the fun luxurious world of the ranch, as that was no longer my life. I didn’t have a future with Casey anyway because I was married and he was a reckless motorcycle bad boy that jumped from ranch to ranch. I replayed the events over and over in my head. I closed my eyes and thought about the first time I saw him when he rescued me. How he made me feel safe and secure with my body. I thought about the dirty way that he talked to me. I thought about how he touched me. I thought about his cock inside of me, and how it felt when he fucked me. It was a crushing feeling of overwhelming loss. I wanted him and missed him. I was deep in these thoughts when my stepfather Beau walked into my house.

“What are you doing here? Haven’t you caused me enough pain?” I seethed at him with narrowed eyes.

“I came to remind you of your place. You married Michael and your place is with him.”

“He doesn’t own me,” I said.

“You’re his wife and that pretty much means he does own you. Now you will not pull a stunt like that again or you will be having words with me. I will make you pay for it if you do. You don’t know what I’m capable of. Now you will be a good wife and you will not run off again!” he yelled at me with such force that it shook the windows.

He continued to yell at me for another ten minutes before he finally stormed out. I felt hopeless scared and sad. I was trapped in a loveless marriage and I was a prisoner. My stepfather scared me and whatever pact he had with my husband was one they were willing to go to great lengths for, even if it meant driving a great distance like they did to steal me.

That night I woke up in the middle of the night. I hardly slept these days. I went into the kitchen and poured a big glass of wine and took it outside. I sat on the porch looking up at the stars. In the dark of the small town California sky you could see many stars. Then I started to hear a sound. At first it was distant, but it grew louder and more familiar. It was the sound of a motorcycle’s engine. I looked around frightened. Then I saw the figure emerge out of the shadows. As it got closer the outline of the figure was very familiar but I didn’t want to hope for who I thought it was. Then he finally stopped in front of the porch and said, “Lisa, it’s me.”

It was Casey.

I gasped and ran to him and he hugged me and kissed me.

“Shhh… my husband is inside.”

“Tell me what happened,” he said.

“Okay, but not here he might wake up.”

“Come on,” he said.

We walked under the full moon light to the nearby field where he parked his motorcycle out of eyesight of the house. I was in my silk nightgown with Casey’s strong arms wrapped around me. I turned my face up and we kissed passionately. There was so much longing in that kiss. He ran his hands over my full body over the silk nightgown. I wanted him then and there but we didn’t have much time. What if my husband woke up? I was afraid of what he and my stepfather were capable of. Finally we stopped kissing.

“Now, tell me what happened. I can’t believe you just left. It jolted me,” he said.

“It did?” I asked tearfully.

“Yes, I didn’t realize how much I need you Lisa until you were gone.  I need you,” he said.

Then I told him everything. I told him how they showed up and pretty much kidnapped me, and how I had lied to my father about it when he called. I was being held prisoner in a marriage I didn’t want. I was afraid of my stepfather and had no idea why he was indebt to Michael in such a way that I was auctioned off to marry him. It all came pouring out of me. Casey held me close as I told him everything. Then he kissed me again.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m going to find out and come up with a plan.”

“Promise?” I said.

“Yes, I do.”

Casey sat on his bike straddling it. “Come here,” he said as he helped me onto the bike straddling it facing him. He pushed up my nightgown up to my waist. He pulled his hard cock out of his jeans. Then he picked me up by my waist and placed me on top of him. I placed his cock in my opening and slid down slowly onto his cock. I moaned at the sensation I had longed for and been denied for so long. Casey held onto me tight and balanced us on the motorcycle.

“Fuck Lisa. I missed this. I love your full body. You’re so hot. I want to put your big tits in my mouth all the time,” he said as he buried his face in my chest.

I held on tight and grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed myself up and down on him bouncing as much as I could. His long thick cock went deep inside me in this position. I moved my hips in circles giving every sensation I could to him. I wanted to please him. He had come all this way to see me. He had driven for hours and hours along the California coast on his motorcycle to find me. It was the second time he would rescue me. I knew now that this was more than just sex. He had to feelings for me the way I was falling in love with him. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he whispered in my ear. I felt my body tense up as I felt the build of orgasm inside my pussy. Sweet pulsation filled me and I pushed my face into his neck as I exploded into orgasm. Then I felt the release of warmth as Casey started to yell out, “Fuck. Fuck, I’m cumming.”

We both experienced release at the same time while straddling his motorcycle. Minutes later we climbed off and stood there in the lonely field.

We kissed for a few more minutes and then he walked me back to the house.

“I’ll come again tomorrow night at midnight. Be on the porch and I’ll flash my headlight from the road. Where clothes. As much as I love this nightgown, wear jeans, boots, and a jacket if you can and bring your purse.”

I was sad to say goodbye but I was hopeful again for the first time in a long time.

I went to bed with a smile on my face.

The next day my stepfather showed up. I was nervous. Did he know what was happening? Did he see Casey in town? It was a small town and if he were seen word would spread quickly.

“What do you want?” I said to him.

“Just checking on my stepdaughter and making sure she’s being a good wife to my friend,” he said pacing the room as though he were looking for something.

“Friend? You know you never did tell me how you knew Michael,” I said.

He narrowed his eyes at me and said, “That’s because it is none of your business girl. Now don’t be causing any trouble!” Then he stormed out. I was glad to see him go.

Later that night at midnight I waited on the porch again. Just as he promised Casey showed up. I followed the flashing headlight to the road. He sat on his motorcycle. Then he got off and leaned against it. I flew into his arms and kissed him.

“This is really bad Lisa,” he said.

“What? What is it?” I said with wide eyes.

“Turns out your stepfather owed your husband a very large gambling debt. You are part of the payment since he can’t pay Michael with money.

“What? How is that possible? I knew something was up. I hate him. I hate myself even more for agreeing to marry him. My stepfather scares me. You do not know him Casey. He’s a dark man. I don’t know what he’s capable of and I don’t want to find out.”

“I know what he’s capable of. He has a record. I had a detective look into it. He was in prison for murder.”

I froze. Now I was more scared than ever. “How can that be? I’ve never heard that. I don’t think my mother knows that or she would not have married him.”

“It was ten years ago and in the mean time he changed his identity. That’s why most people don’t know.”

I broke down and cried. I was trembling.

“Casey this is awful. What am I to do?”

“Come with me? We can go somewhere far from here where they will never find you. Can you do that Lisa?”

I stared at him with wide eyes. I was frightened. I had to make a decision and I had to make it now. I didn’t know what to do. Then he kissed me. I knew then that I did not want to live with out him in my life. I knew that if I stayed I would die of heartbreak or my stepfather would murder me.

“Yes, I’ll go.”

He smiled and hopped on his bike. “Let’s go.”

“Now?”

“Yes, you have too. Who knows what will happen if you go back to the house. Your husband might be awake waiting for you. It’s too risky.”

“But how will we live? Where will we go?”

“Baja, I have a very large hacienda on the beach.”

“You do?”

“Yes, money goes a lot further in Mexico and I’ve done well for myself raising horses. We can send word to your father once you are safe. Until then we need to go now.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

I kissed him and jumped on the back of the bike and we headed south to Mexico to start our new life together. It was the best decision I ever made. It changed my miserable life into a very happy one.

THE END

I was very annoyed when my mother remarried another man because this meant that I would have to go visit her far away in Europe where he lived. One the plus side he was a real estate billionaire that had acquired lots of land and my mother was able to send money to help me out as I struggled through my crappy job. She had been married a month now and she pleaded for me to come try life with them for a while. She mentioned they lived in his old estate in Germany and it had lots of room for me. It was outside a village that had not changed much since the medieval ages. Now she was forcing me to come spend the winter visiting her at the billionaire’s old estate to see if I liked life there. I think she thought that if I became more part of the family that he would give me lots of money or something. I loathed the idea of being in the country in an out of date village, as I was a modern city girl. I liked all the modern amenities of the city, and I didn’t like the thought of being in the isolation of the country or only having a small village nearby. However, that was not the real reason that I loathed going because after all who would refuse a vacation. What really bothered me was the way mother always talked about my weight and scolded me about it. I was a curvy girl with a full figure and round hips. I didn’t see it as a problem, but my mother always did and she always made that known. It was annoying and did not do much for my self-esteem. Being away from her made me feel good about my body, but once I was around her again it only took a few of her words to make me feel fat and unattractive. At least it was winter and snowing in the German village so that I could hide under layers of clothes. This would be better so that she could not scrutinize me so much. So I finally agreed to come out for while. I took a few weeks off of work for winter break. I packed and left my mundane apartment and life in the city and headed for the remote area of the mountains and forest of Germany.

After a long flight and then one more connecting flight, I arrived at the small airport where a black car was waiting for me, one of the perks of my mother marrying a billionaire I thought.

“Sarah Driskin? I am your driver,” the man in black said.

“Thank you,” I said as I handed him my bags and bundled up my coat as the chill hit me.

“How long is the drive?” I asked already wanting it to be over.

“Three hours,” he said.

“Three hours!” I yelled.

He sort of looked amused but didn’t say anything else.

“Sorry,” I said as I got in the car and braced myself for a long drive.

The car left the small town and small airport and drove over large snow capped mountain ranges and past small hamlets that sprinkled across the lands. The snow on top of the buildings made it look like a snow based fairy tale land. I started to lighten in mood as I decided to not let my awful mother get in the way of my enjoyment of these beautiful and magical surroundings. The more I saw the place the more I relaxed and felt at ease. The place really was beautiful and enchanting. The tiny German buildings reminded me of Hansel and Gretel type of houses that you would see at Disney Land.

We drove for two hours and I was beginning to think that perhaps we were lost. I pushed the button to roll down the partition between the driver and I.

“If we have much longer to go maybe we can have a stop at tavern so that I can grab a coffee please?”

“Yes, ma’am. There is a place a few miles down the road here.”

“Thank you.”

Minutes later I was inside the ladies room of a rustic tavern lodge in a small village. I freshened up and stretched. Then I sat at the counter of the tavern and ordered a hot coffee to go.

“You are not from her dear are you? You’re American?” the woman pouring my coffee said.

“Yes, I am. I’m just passing through. I am on my way to the village of Bernhardent,” I said.

As soon as I said it everyone around me stopped talking. The woman looked at me with wide eyes and then softened into a smile.

“What? What did I say?” I asked as she placed the lid on my coffee.

“Nothing dear, it is just superstitions, and that particular village is steeped in it.”

“Oh I see,” I said confused.

“Steeped in what exactly?”

“In old legends and stories of magic and magical creatures.”

“Oh!” I said as I laughed. “Isn’t that everywhere in Europe.”

“Yes, I suppose you are right.”

I walked out with my coffee and felt very uncomfortable as everyone stared at me. What a strange place, I thought to myself.

Then we were back on the road. I once again went back to sightseeing out the window with the hot coffee warming my hands. I soon forgot all about what the woman had said.

An hour later we were still not at our destination. This was the longest car ride, though it was very beautiful. I once again rolled down the partition to talk to the driver.

“Excuse me sir, how much longer?” I asked him.

“Only half an hour. We are entering the dark forest now and the village is on the other side,” he said.

Dark forest? I thought to myself. I knew that the countryside of Europe was full of areas with names that could be out of fairy tales, but Dark forest was a little much.

“Dark forest? Why is it called that?” I asked him not knowing if I really wanted to know the answer.

“Because the trees you see are very tall, so very little light gets through. It makes the ground of the forest dark… and other reasons.”

“Oh,” I said as I looked out the window at the tall pine trees that towered along both sides of the narrow road we drove down. It was true for when I looked between the bases of the trees it was indeed very dark. But what did he mean by “other reasons?” I thought I should leave it alone and not ask. Finally we emerged from the forest and into a wonderful valley with rolling hills on one side, the large snow covered mountains on the other, and of course the Dark forest on the other side. The small twinkling lights of the village glimmered as the sun began to set and the snow on top of the village buildings glowed a soft pink the remaining light of the sun.

The car entered the village and drove slowly through the town. The narrow streets only fit one car at a time and they were paved with cobblestones. There were adorable buildings lining the road and a large fountain in the town square that was currently frozen. On the fountain was a bear, which I thought was interesting, as I had never seen such a thing before. Only a few people were milling about and they all turned to look at the car. We drove out of the village and onto a driveway that winded through private property along the forest and on top of a hill. When we reached the top of the hill the drive sprawled out into a brick covered area. There were a few other cars parked and the building that sat behind it was massive. My mother called it an estate, but anyone could see that it was an old medieval castle. I swallowed hard as it looked a little creepy with its grey stoned walls and overall lack of cheeriness. If it weren’t for the snow on top of the building it would look very dark indeed.

Once I was inside my mother came down to greet me. She was already drunk of course.

“Oh darling Sarah, it is good to see you again,” she said as she hugged me. Then she squeezed my sides with her hands grabbing flesh as she hugged me. “I see you’ve put on a few more pounds.”

“No, mother I weigh exactly the same as the last time you saw me, but it’s good to see you too.”

“Very well the maid will show you to your room. Dinner is in an hour,” she said as she walked away.

I followed the maid up the winding staircase on the far left side of the castle. She led me into my room, which was absolutely stunning. There was a large canopy bed in the middle of the room and a large window that overlooked a meadow that led into the forest. It was an absolutely stunning view and I started to feel like this would be bearable. Then I saw him. There outside my window was a gorgeous man with dark curls down to his jaw line and dark eyes. He had a dark stubble beard on his face and his body was firm and toned in tight jeans and calf high boots. He stopped in the snow as if to breath in the air, actually more like he was sniffing. Then he looked up at the window straight at me. I felt embarrassed that I was staring, but I also thought it was unusual. I stepped away from the window and was left wondering who he was. I soon got my answer at dinner.

I walked down to the massive dining room hall dressed in a wool red dress that hugged my curves. I knew my mother hated me in baggy clothes and I didn’t want to entice any embarrassing comments. There was a large table set with silver dinnerware and a large roaring fire in the corner of the room.

“There she is,” my mother said. “Sarah, meet your new stepfather Erich Von Stratten.”

He bowed very elegantly but remained silent. He was a man of few words. Then he sat down again.

“Nice to meet you sir,” I said as I took my seat.

I looked at the fine china and the silverware and knew it was very valuable and old. The silverware had the stamp of a bear on the stem of each piece in sort of a family crest. That was interesting I thought. Then I heard noise as someone else entered and joined us for dinner.

“Sarah this is Erich’s cousin, Adrian Bernhardt.”

I turned to see the gorgeous young man that was under my window earlier. He made eye contact with me and it shot shivers down my spine. There was something magical about him, and it wasn’t just his good looks. His eyes were a dark brown and his dark curls fell across his forehead in a wispy way. I fought the urge to not want to push those curls away from his face. I suddenly was delighted that I had come here after all.

“Hello,” I said weakly.

Like his cousin, he just nodded and sat. I was nervous through out the entire dinner. Adrian looked at me off an on through every single one of our four courses but said nothing. My mother was the one doing most of the talking and the rest of us only pretended to politely listen to her nonsense. I was feeling flushed the longer I sat across from him. Then my mother made it worse.

“Adrian, perhaps you could show Sarah around the estate after dinner. No one knows the history of it better than you.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he responded.

It was the first time I heard him talk. His accent was very thick in that sexy German sort of way and his voice was low and lusty. I found myself getting turned on by him. I looked at him and he gave me a wicked side smirk that made me melt. I had to avert my gaze to keep from smiling a wide grin that would make me look foolish.

After dinner Adrian walked me around the castle telling me about the history of the building and how it was built in the 1600s. It was very old and each room had antiques and other furnishings that had been in the castle for a long time.

“How do you know all of this?” I asked him.

He stepped closer to me and I stepped back instinctively because he sort of scared me in a sexy way. His voice was low and deep when he said, “I’ve always been around here.”

Then he walked away and said, “Come.”

I didn’t know what he meant by he had always been there but it was intriguing. I followed him into the massive library.

“This is my favorite room. There are lots of answers here,” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me in.

My heart raced with his touch. I didn’t know what was happening to me but I felt hypnotized by his presence.

“Sit here,” he said.

He sat me down on a plush rug in front of the fire and grabbed a few books from a bookshelf. Then he sat next to me. Being this close to him was making me feel very turned on and the firelight in an old German castle was a very romantic notion. He flipped through the books and said, “There’s a lot about this village in these books.”

Then he stared at me. I suddenly felt weak as his eyes looked right through me.

“You have very pretty eyes. I can see myself in them,” he said.

“Thank you. I…” but I couldn’t finish. He placed his hand softly on my cheek and leaned in and planted a kiss on me with his full lips. They were soft and gentle and he rubbed them against mine so delicately. I let out a whimper into his mouth as he used his tongue to part my lips and kiss me deeply. Then he pulled away.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Because it wasn’t enough. I want more.”

He smiled and kissed me again embracing me. He rubbed his hands up and down my body and he moaned. I felt desirable and did not think of my weight as an issue when a man that was as attractive as Adrian was moaning while touching me. Clearly he found me attractive. As he kissed me I felt myself getting wet. I wanted him inside of me.

I rubbed my hands down his chest and then over the lump in his jeans and began to rub him. He groaned under my touch and it was hard not to caress every inch of him.

“That feels very good,” he moaned.

I sighed he was so attractive and I longed for him in just this short amount of time of knowing him. There was something drawing me to him. I craved him. I unzipped his jeans and drew out his stiff cock. He moaned under my touch. Then I placed both of my hands on his cock and gripped it. He groaned and growled louder. “Shhh…” I said as we were in the library and I did not want to call attention to us. I tenderly massaged his cock until he was wiggling around under my touch. I liked having him in my hands. I needed to make him cum. I rubbed it up and down gently. I worked the tip in circles. I loved looking at his firm body. He resisted the urge to grab me and yell. His hands were on my legs moving slowly up my thighs. His touch was fire on my skin.  “Take your panties off.” he whispered in my ear.