My Vampire and I Vol 3: Blood Resurrection (16 page)

I fell silent, thinking over what Marcus had just said. Could he be wrong? I wondered.

 

The old man who had created me, Bartholomew, was now long dead, but had he not said that the brew he concocted gave everlasting life? Or had he simply been lying to my Father?

With two evil men involved in something as heinous as this, lies and wizardry went hand in hand.
“You’re thinking that the Wizard Brotherhood may have had something to do with this,” Joseph said, no doubt reading my mind. I nodded. “The old man responsible for my birth got his powers from them. Could they perhaps have given my Father the gift of eternal life?” “Unlikely, as they could not give it to themselves,” Marcus pointed out. “No, your father is not immortal, Constantine.”
I looked up as Bernard and Pietro returned with my beloved Gustav. I stood, and he ran into my arms, holding me tight and kissing my neck. Blood Resurrection
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“Bernard and Pietro told me what had happened to you, and what you father tried to do,” he said in a rush of words. “You must never go back there. We’ll leave Rome—stay with my friends in Berlin…”

 

“Gustav…” I held him to calm him. “These men are here to help. They are friends of Bernard and Pietro.”

 

He turned to look at Marcus and Joseph. “Vampires, also?” Marcus nodded. “I am Marcus Verano, and this is Joseph Meyer.” Gustav studied them both for a moment. “You are both very handsome. Are there no ugly vampires?”

 

“One or two,” Marcus replied solemnly.

Gustav laughed and relaxed in my arms. He held out a tentative hand to the vampires, and as Marcus grasped his hand, I felt a pulse of energy course through Gustav’s body. I met Marcus’ steady gaze and knew he had given Gustav a special gift, acceptance and a lack of fear of the strange beings who surrounded him.

“You will both stay here tonight,” Marcus said. “I have communicated your presence to the Lady Andorra, and she bids you welcome.” “My thanks to the Lady Andorra,” I said. “But what if my Father discovers where we are? I don’t want Gustav’s safety compromised.” “I’ll be safe with you,” Gustav murmured, with the assurance of one who trusts too much.

“You’ll be well guarded tonight,” Marcus assured me. “We four will keep watch until dawn. The villa is alarmed, and there are several escape routes should that be necessary.

 

Don’t worry, Constantine, I think your father will be too busy trying to find out how we could control his demons as easily as we did. He is not feeling quite as invincible at this moment.”

The room Marcus escorted us to was fine indeed. After he had bid us goodnight, I pulled Gustav into my arms and held him pressed to me for a long time. How had it come to this? I wondered, my mind bleak with despair. I should never have allowed Gustav to become involved in this madness. I should have stayed away from him after the first time we broke up.

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“I know what you’re thinking,” he said softly in my ear. “It’s too late now to send me away. I’m in this as deeply as you.”

I groaned and held him even tighter. “I know, and I hate myself for allowing this to happen. Danger is not something I am a stranger to, but I’ve never had to protect anyone from it before. Now, all I can think of is keeping you safe.”

 

“That’s funny…” He kissed me gently. “Because that’s all I think of too—to protect you from whatever your father can send against you. If anything happened to you now, Constantine, I just don’t know what I’d do.”

Our mouths meshed with a passion that was born of lust, of desire and of need, and with an underlying wish to be all things to one another. In my mind, I echoed his words, for I too would be desolate without him. The thought of never holding him again, never touching his soft curls or kissing his sweet lips again, filled me with an almost overpowering despair. I trembled in his arms, and he held me pressed tight against him.

“Make love to me, please,” he whispered. “But not as though it will never happen again. Love me, as if we were going to spend the rest of our lives together—without desperation, without the thought that we might never see each other again. For I know we will, Constantine. All this will pass, and you will be free to go wherever you wish—and hopefully, take me with you.”

This last part he said with a little smile, and I loved him all the more for it. “For you, my love, I will believe that we can prevail. With the vampires’ help, we at least have a good chance.”

 

“Better than good.” He kissed me again as we tugged at each other’s clothes, throwing them aside then falling onto the big bed, our bodies securely intertwined. “Now, less talk and more love.”

 

The heart within me that I had long thought incapable of love now swelled with rapture at his words. He alone had the power to fill my blood with a passionate hunger that wanted to devour him, to take him slowly until he cried out for release, to hold him forever in my arms and never let him go. His hands roamed my body, stroking, caressing, his lips teasing my flesh with tiny, tingling kisses. His tongue skimmed across my chest, his teeth biting gently, making me writhe and gasp from the ecstasy he brought me. He moved between my legs and caught the Blood Resurrection

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head of my cock in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the crown, probing at the slit while he licked up my essence. I groaned and caressed his head and face while he sucked and laved my hot shaft with his saliva. Fearing I would come too soon and wanting to prolong our lovemaking, I reached down and without effort lifted him so that he sat astride my thighs. He smiled down at me, licking his lips.

“You taste so good,” he whispered, leaning over me, letting the glistening tip of his cock touch my lips. Greedily, I sucked him into my mouth so that I could savour the salty sweetness of his juice on my tongue. I cupped the rounded swell of his bottom with the palms of my hands, stroking the smooth, warm skin as his hips moved to a sensuous rhythm.
He smiled down at me as he slowly fucked my mouth, his eyes filled with a pagan-like gleam that aroused me even more than I thought possible. My hands caressed the smooth sides of his torso, bringing small gasps of pleasure from his lips. He slipped from my mouth and laid his sweet body over me, cupping my face between his hands. His lips moved slowly over my mouth, brushing, teasing while his eyes gazed into mine. Those eyes, so clear and blue were indeed the mirror to his soul, for in them, I could see the love he felt for me even as his mind opened and I could hear the words as clearly as if he had murmured them in my ear.

With a groan, I tightened my arms around him and rolled him over onto his back, showering his face and lips with hot and urgent kisses. He responded to my silent need by winding his legs around me and lifting himself into my arms. I leaned back holding him pressed to me while he settled onto my lap, guiding my raging erection into the cleft between his buttocks. He spat into his hand then lubricated the head of my cock with his saliva. His eyes locked on mine, he slowly lowered himself onto my shaft, his breath catching in his chest as he took all of me inside him. He sighed and smiled into my eyes as he felt my hard, hot flesh glide over his prostrate. His arms tightened about my neck, and our mouths met in an all consuming kiss that almost brought me to climax. The scent of him, the softness of his lips, the sensation of his tongue passing over mine, probing, caressing every part of my mouth was almost too much pleasure to bear. I moaned into his mouth as he moved up and down the length of my straining cock. Each time I thrust into the silken heat of his core I was brought to the brink of pure ecstasy. We clung to one another, words and thoughts of love passing between us. Vows to never be parted, to remain constant and in love for the rest of Blood Resurrection

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our lives fell from my lips as I was carried into the euphoria of the thrill and rapture he brought me.

His body shuddered in my arms with the approach of his orgasm. His breathing sounded harsh in my ear. He cried out my name as he came, his hot seed surging up between us. I fell back, holding him tightly pressed to me, then with one final thrust into his depths, I felt the surge of my climax fill him completely. We lay thoroughly spent and sweat soaked in each other’s arms for a long time without speaking. Then he raised his head, smiled at me and kissed my chin.

“Constantine, my demon lover,” he whispered. “I love you.” Blood Resurrection
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Chapter Eleven
Constantine

The summons came the following morning before dawn. Somehow, despite all the barriers I had formed around my subconscious, my Father had managed to penetrate my mind. I worried that Marcus may have been wrong in his assumption that my Father’s time was running out. If he was gaining in strength, then surely it meant that he had many more years left to wreak the havoc he intended.

Constantine.
His voice in my head made me shudder with apprehension. Not so much for myself, although I knew that if and when we again came face to face, his desire to punish me would supersede any mercy he should show his own flesh and blood. No, my concern was for Gustav. He was a mortal and would be completely unprepared for demonic fury.

Constantine, you must return to the fold. You are my son and, as such, must stand by my side.
Come to me now, Constantine, and all will be forgiven. You may rest assured that I will not harm your mortal lover. In fact, bring him to me, so I may bless your union.

 

I could not stop the snort of derision that escaped me.
He
bless us? Did he mean to completely insult my intelligence?

Father, please…
I let my thoughts go out to him without restraint. He had managed to reach me despite my attempts to block our mental communication, therefore, what purpose would there be in trying to hide my true feelings?
You cannot expect me to believe anything you might say to me now, after imprisoning and torturing me. Just state your reasons for this invitation to

‘stand by your side’, then when I refuse, we can end this charade.
I felt his anger.

You would ally yourself with the vampires against me, your own Father? Then tell Marcus this… I hold his lover and the one Joseph holds most dear as captive, and they will die a most excruciating death if I do not have his word that he will instruct the Vampire Council that they should take no action against me.

Father, even you would not dare—
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Of course, I dare. You think I would let a flock of arrogant undead beings dictate to me? They do not yet realise the extent of my power. Marcus thinks he has the upper hand, but I will prove him wrong—very wrong. If he does not bowthe knee to me, he and his lover and all his friends, and best of all, the entire vampire nation, will be annihilated.

Now I thought him quite mad. What power did he think he had to take out all the vampires in the world?

It’s really quite simple, Constantine,
he said answering my unasked question.
All I have to do is to inform the people of the world that vampires walk amongst us. That evil abounds in the most unexpected places—in the quiet neighbourhoods, in the glittering functions they attend, in the highways and byways of all aspects of life. There they are, lurking in the dark shadows, ready to corrupt and destroy all we hold dear. But, I can put an end to this abomination, because I knowwhere they hide, and I knowtheir weaknesses, and howto destroy them. So you see, my dear son, I do not have to lift a finger against Marcus and his ilk. The people will do it for me. Before long, the vampire population will be reduced to a skulking, whimpering few, begging for my mercy.

Beside me, Gustav stirred from his sleep and slipped his arms around me. I held him pressed to me and shuddered with the fear that if I did not heed my Father’s wishes, he could be taken from me.

You do well to consider that possibility, Constantine. Forsake me, and I will showyou and your mortal no mercy.
Damn him, he was in every corner of my mind.
Very well, I will come to you today—but alone. I don’t want Gustav involved in any of this. He is already involved. He knows what you are and what Marcus and his confederates are. There is no going back for him. I have asked the vampires to erase all memories of us from his mind, should things go wrong.
Wrong for whom, my son? There will be no vampires to help your little love.
Then you must give me your word you will not harm him.
Easily given. Nowattend me as quickly as possible. We have much to do.

The villa was in darkness when I stole out of the room, leaving Gustav still asleep. Oh, how I hated to leave him there, but just then I had no choice. Marcus had underestimated my Father’s powers, and I had no option but to go to him—and betray those who had tried to help.

“You are leaving, Constantine?”
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The voice from the darkness startled me. Marcus stood by the window, his tall figure silhouetted against the waning moon. I knew I could not lie to him. He could read my mind even more easily than my Father could.

“My Father has called me,” I said, quietly.
“And what do you suppose he will do with you when you go to him?”
“He has promised to leave Gustav be, if I attend him.”

“And you believe him, after what he did to you last night? Do you really believe he will spare you this time?” He walked slowly towards me, his hands clasped behind his back, and I could feel him inside my brain, searching for answers…

“So,” he said finally. “The Pope has reduced himself to the level of a common criminal—a kidnapper. He has Roger and Micah.” “Yes,” I whispered.
“And you were about to leave to do what?” His green eyes hardened with a feral glint.
“I thought I could trust you, but it appears I was wrong.”
“My only thought is for Gustav’s safety,” I said in desperation.

“Just as mine must be for Roger and Micah’s safety. I would advise you to leave before Joseph is alerted to Micah’s captivity. He may not be as forgiving as I—”

 

“Marcus,” I groaned. “I did not want this to happen.”