Immortal Destiny (ch 1-10), Paige569 [trending books to read TXT] 📗

thoughts and instincts always evolve around ourselves, we are ultimately selfish creatures. I knew he wasn't really asking me what was wrong, he was really concerned with why I was ignoring him.

"Nothing plagues me Cyril," I sighed, "What worries could I possibly have?" my thoughts unthinkingly went back to the night he had changed me and I began to feel a certain level of bitterness towards him, " after all I have everything you ever offered, a gift of life, power, everything I never could have imagined," I gestured towards my long black silk dress, "Look, I'm not even in rags!"

I felt like an angry teenager lashing out at her father and that was a picture Cyril and I were far from.

When I met his hard eyes I regretted my outburst. I forget that he is also my king and I need to learn to hold my tongue.

I expected him to yell maybe even hit me, but he gave me silence. In a way it was better, I needed to calm down.

"Why did you choose me Cyril?" I finally asked, but still not willing to look at him. I had always wondered why only me and no other's. I had never asked him this and could feel I had caught him off guard.

"You know Elie, we all go through this at one time or another, though I thought you were much stronger than some." he sounded a little shocked.

"Go through what?" I asked.

"A time where you feel unworthy, even repulsed by what you are, restless."

When I looked at him his face was still hard, but there was a slight gentle gleam in his black eyes that were turning mildly back into their icy pale blue they usually were when he was being more thoughtful.

"That's not an answer."

He grabbed my shoulders and drew me towards him so I had my full attention focused on him

"When I saw you that night, I had to have you. So much of you reminded me of myself. Alone, lost, cast out into the world abandoned."

"I wasn't abandoned Cyril, I chose to leave my family behind."

"You were lonely were you not?" he asked.

"yes."

"So was I and have never since."

He let go of me and looked away.

"What if that's not enough?" I asked in a small whisper.

I could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves, the Cyril I knew so well.

"Stop this Elizabeth. I won't put up with your moping around, it's pathetic and makes me look week. You will desist of this you understand!"

With that being his final word he stormed out slamming the door with such force the frame splintered and the ground shook.

Could that be all that this was, a vampire mid life crisis? That was the most foolish thing I have ever heard. Cyril had turned me because he was lonely and needed someone to walk the world besides him a constant companion, a friend of sorts. That is nothing of what I wanted from Marcus, I didn't truly know what lonliness was until i met him.

I needed to get out of here and feel the wind on my face and the smell of the earth. To think with no interruptions.

I was just about to reach the front door when Cyril's stony voice stopped me in my tracks.

He gestured to Lucas one of his guards, "Go with her." he said.

"If you fallow me out this door Lucas I will rip your throat out," I warned.

He glanced at Cyril who nodded his head an obvious queue for me to go unescorted.

I walked outside, past the guards post and into the woods.

As I walked the familiarity of the trees and the fresh air falling against my skin and into my lungs was refreshing and I began to relax.

I lend against a fallen tree and studied the rings in the center of the stump. Each representing a year the tree had lived.

It was far older than me, but not nearly half as old as Cyril.

I let out a heavy sigh. Someone was coming.

"Lucas if that's you, I said I wanted to be alone so leave now before I make you regret it.

"Elizabeth."

My heart nearly froze. Yes he was a bigger fool than I ever imagined.

"Marcus, what are you doing here?"

chapter 8


"I came to see you," he said taking a step closer to me.

"Why?" I asked arching an eyebrow and staring at him suspiciously.

"I wanted to see you." he had changed the words just slightly. He
wanted, he needed, it was the same way I felt.

"Whatever you think your feeling Marcus it isn't real so leave now, I might not be the most dangerous thing out here and I cant protect you from them, not here."

As soon as the words left my mouth I realized how true they were and immediately began to scan the forest for any other dark lurking presence. We were alone for now, but for how long? I couldn't risk it.


"I don't care." he said stubbornly.

"You are such a fool." It sounded like an observation.

I kept my eyes focused on other things. A bird flying over head, a large rock, fallen tree branches.One look into his eyes or one glance at his mouth and it was over. I didn't trust myself. I had no intentions on taking his life, but the evil creature that still lives inside me hadn't fed for the past week and I didn't trust it.


"Would you stop it Elizabeth. Tell me you can deny this!" his eyes were warm and desperate.

I scowled at him. He had no idea how difficult this was and he was only making it harder.

"Marcus, I'm telling you this for the last time, leave." I could tell my words hurt him and It hurt me.

"No," he said firmly, "I'm not leaving until you talk to me."

I stared at him until he spoke again.

"Do you think this is easy for me? My whole life I was trained to kill you. I told myself to turn back every step I got closer, but I couldn't."


I wanted to tell him it was the same for me, but how could I? He was so close now our bodies were practically touching and I hadn't even noticed when he had moved.

"Elizabeth..." he breathed my name the way the wind blows through the air. Soft, light and delicate.

No one had ever said my name like that before. I was so used to the crisp edge and impersonal way a vampire would say it. I never knew it could be said any other way and that when it was my knees would become weak and my feet would barely be able to hold my weight.

And he was oh so beautiful, like I had never seen beauty before I laid my eyes on him.

He was an angel sent from heaven to destroy me and I would go willingly, crumbling to the ground without putting up a fight.

"Elizabeth say something."

"I can't."

He took another step towards me and pulled me against his body. I thought maybe he might have kissed me, but he simply wrapped his arms around my waste and held me, hugging me against him.

I closed my eyes and relished in the way my body shaped perfectly against his like I had always been meant to be held in his arms.

I felt his lips press gently against my head in small gentle sweeps across me eyes, down my cheek and against my jaw.

He stopped there and looked into my eyes, my green eyes that were the color of jade, too green and sharp that I thought they might frighten him off when he saw the inhumanness of them.

"You're so beautiful." he murmured.

My breathing was haggard as I let out a shaky breath.


He hesitated for the slightest second before he lend his head down closer to my own and I felt the delicate touch of his lips.


It was pure fire as his lips moved hungrily against mine. He kissed me like the world could end at any second and I guess it wasn't far from the truth because in our world it could.

I never wanted this to stop, but it became too much for me.

The way he tasted in my mouth sent his scent into over drive and all I could think of was his blood.

I should never have gone so long with out feeding.

I pleaded with myself to stop. I would die now a hundred times to
be able to stop.


His lips moved from my mouth back to my jaw and down my neck. I thought maybe the urge would go away, but it only got worse. He brought his mouth back to mine, but it wasn't me anymore. It had taken over completely and my mouth moved from his lips to his neck and he let out a low moan coming from deep inside his throat. His pulse was beating fast between the thin layer of skin that protected himself from me and nothing could make me stop, not even the desperate pleas I shouted from with in, an unstoppable force.


So I bit down, tasting his blood. Rich, warm and thick.

It didn't last for more than a second before I pushed him away watching his body slam against the ground.

"Can't you see?" I whispered.

I never hated myself so much in my whole life.

"I cant protect you Marcus. I cant even protect you from myself."

My face felt wet as water dripped and slid down the sides of my cheeks.

When had it started to rain?

"go." I said deperately.


His hand pressed against the small puncture wounds on his neck.


He stared at me in what could only be pity. He didn't look angry at all and that upset me more. I also noticed he hadn't brought a weapon to protect himself.

"Elizabeth, I..."

"Please, just go." I whispered. I couldn't stand to have him here watching me.

I turned away after that. I couldn't see him leave, but I knew he was gone. I had felt his presence slowly move away from me. He hadn't even ran, just got up and walked away.

The water continued to flow more heavily down my face.


I touched my eyes with my hands and realized it wasn't raining, it wasn't raining at all. I was crying

chapter 9


Weeks have gone by and I have not gone out to find Marcus. I filled my nights with my normal routine that catered to me long before I ever knew him.

Yet nothing was the same.

The hunt was shameful and unrewarding. The power I once felt when I took a life was gone. Now the only thing that went through my mind was what if this had been Marcus. When I would feel their body go cold and their heart beat their last soft fading beat it was unbearable.

I not only thought of the victim, but I thought about