Well, it's been a while since I've put an excerpt up here, so here's a bit for you to read. I hope you enjoy it as much as I liked to write it. Oh how I love scenes with Lizabeth and Gabriel!!! :)
End of Chapter 9
Christian hesitantly handed over my things and turned to walk back to the Jeep. Gabriel quickly closed the door behind him. As soon as I heard it latch, I collapsed into him. He carried me over to the couch and sat down next to me. Every ounce of anger that I had had from him leaving me at school alone was gone. My stomach was still turning, I was in extreme pain and I wanted his help.
“What really happened Lizabeth?” he asked in a no nonsense tone.
“It’s a long story,” I said, “but I was in the library and I felt that feeling of being watched again. I thought I heard something in the balcony upstairs and I knew that if I could just concentrate my senses on it I would be able figure out what it was, what was scaring me. It was so strange though.” Then I had to stop speaking, I curled my knees up to my chest. My lungs burned and stomach cramped. I could feel it beginning to heave again. “Please?” I looked up at Gabriel begging him, “Please, just a drop. I know it’s the only thing that will make this feeling go away.” Tears were welling up in my eyes and I knew he would never agree.
“So that’s what caused this. You were ready to feed, all your senses were focused on one person…”
“Yes, and then the rotten smell of death hit me. I can’t get it out Gabriel; it’s all I can sense. I just need a little bit.”
“Absolutely not,” he snarled turning his head away.
The longer this feeling consumed me, the more obsessed I became with the thought of it. There is nothing in the world sweeter than your maker’s blood. I was sure that nothing could push away the death that I had taken into my body, except Gabriel’s blood. I yearned for it. It had been a very long time since I had asked him. I had only tasted him once, when I was turned, but for years after I begged him for just one more taste. He would never agree because he wanted me to stay with him by my own free will, not because I lusted for the taste of him. It was true that for a time I would fantasize about how I would get it from him, but he was older, stronger and wiser. He told me that the feeling would pass and over time it did. I learned that human blood could be a respectable substitute, but today I had lost all reasonable thought. I had to have his blood. The death inside me had to be stopped.
“When was the last time you fed?” he asked.
“Last week,” I said dismissing him. “I’m not hungry Gabriel, something inside me isn’t right. It’s as if I’m dying from the inside out. Help me,” I begged. Tears began to spill out of my eyes. I put my head down on my knees as another wave of pain washed through my body.
I felt Gabriel’s arm wrap around my body and pull me onto his lap. I unfolded my legs and looked up into his eyes as I let my head fall back into the crook of his arm. He held me just like the night he turned me. My body lay across his lap, he had one arm under my neck and the other was wrapped around my body holding me close to his. He looked deeply into my eyes and said, “Just this once.”
I saw his teeth flash as his bit into his wrist. His blood began to pool in the bite mark immediately making a striking contrast between his ivory, white skin and the bright scarlet liquid seeping from it. I reached my hands toward his arm to pull him closer, but he held them down. He was in control of this, not me. My mouth began to water in anticipation of the sweet nectar my maker was about to share with me.
“Just this once,” he repeated in my thoughts over and over. He brought his wrist closer to me as the blood began to drip dangerously close to falling to the floor. My heart nearly stopped, not wanting a droplet of it to be wasted. A quiver shot through my body, I wanted it…now. The smell was intoxicating. It was a delicate mix of a fragrant floral bouquet and the sweetest honey you’ve ever encountered. He paused a moment to look into my eyes. I could tell that he did not want this. His eyes were sad as he placed his wrist against my lips.
I was euphoric, the taste was beyond explanation. Unable to grab his wrist and press it to my mouth, I lifted my head to make as much contact between my lips and his skin as possible. I drank quickly at first, and then slowed to savor every last second. His blood was cool, almost cold, in stark contrast to that of a human’s, but the taste and the intimate feeling of feeding from the one who turned me was indescribable. His blood slid effortlessly down my throat as if it knew exactly where to travel in my body. The pain in my stomach and the burning in my lungs began to ease instantly. I was in paradise. Gabriel wouldn’t let me drink for long, only enough to help me heal, but nothing would have been enough for me. I could have stayed there, like that, with him forever.
Just as quickly as it began, it was over. Gabriel effortlessly twisted his wrist away from my lips. I had been careful not to bite onto him knowing that if I had, he would have ended the exchange immediately. I tried to struggle free hoping for one last drop, but he was too strong for me. He was holding me down gently, but firmly. I could go nowhere. He wiped the remaining blood on a handkerchief as I desperately watched the wound seal itself.
I closed my eyes and turned away from Gabriel, I knew that I had forced him to do something that he did not want to do.
We stayed on the couch for what seemed like forever. I was intoxicated by the experience. Completely relaxed and wholly Gabriel’s at that moment, I could feel his blood moving through my body and it electrified me. Right then, I would have done anything for him, with him. He asked nothing of me however. In fact he didn’t even speak. His arms were still wrapped around me holding me tightly, as if he were afraid to let go. I felt safe, like nothing could touch me; I was with my savior, my angel. He had given me the gift of this life and we had just relived that gift again together. I belonged only to Gabriel.
I was the one who spoke first, “Thank you.”
“Do you feel better?” he asked without emotion.
“Yes, completely,” I gushed, rolling over to gaze into his dark eyes. I reached my hand up to his face and stroked it gently. Breathing in his sweet scent, I pressed my body closer, deeper into his. I put my arms around his waist hugging him and buried my face into his chest. I never wanted to let go, ever.
“Oh Lizabeth,” he hissed, “This is exactly why I would never do this. The emotions you’re feeling aren’t real. My blood has clouded your judgment.”
“I’m not hostage to my emotions Gabriel; I’m just seeing things more clearly than I have, maybe ever. This, sitting here, being with you. This is what I want. It’s what you’ve always wanted too.”
“Lizabeth, that’s enough,” he said standing up. My head slid off his lap and onto the couch abruptly.
I was still so blissful that I hardly noticed that he had moved. “Enough of what?” I prodded. “You’ve always wanted me to feel this way about you and now you have it. You don’t know what you want Gabriel.” I was annoyed with him. How could he act one way with me for as long as I had known him and then just stop feeling that way when I was just figuring it all out in my head?
“Not like this Lizabeth. Not like this,” he said shaking his head. “I need you to want to be with me.”
“I do want to be with you Gabriel. How much more obvious do I need to make it?” I questioned, frustrated that he wasn’t accepting my advances. I got up off the couch and started after him. “Look at me,” I demanded, “Gabriel, look at me.”
He turned around slowly. I could tell that he was fighting a battle within himself. Which side would win; his moral side or the side that desired me too strongly for words? His eyes were dull. I could tell that he was tired; tired of the internal turmoil I caused him. Our heightened emotions were difficult to handle and I could only imagine the amount of restraint it took for him to deny his feelings for me every minute of every day.
“This isn’t you Beth. You’re not thinking clearly. I just need to be alone,” he said as he walked toward his room.
I rushed past him and positioned myself in his doorway so that he could not pass.
“Lizabeth move, now,” he said growing angry. His internal battle was becoming too much to handle as I continued to push myself on him.
“Or what?” I shot back as I pushed my face closer to his. I brushed my cheek slowly along his and exhaled ever so slightly into his ear. Continuing to grasp hold of the door jam, I stood on tip toe and leaned closer to him squarely pressing my breasts against his chest. He closed his eyes and I heard him moan slightly with his next breath. I was winning.
“This isn’t right Lizabeth. This isn’t how I want this to happen.”
“It’s okay Gabriel, you are what I want,” I whispered. “This is what we both want.”
He slammed his hands onto the wall on either side of the doorway. The wood frame splintered and plaster crumbled to the floor. I didn’t move. I was not going to let him scare me away. He was angry with his emotions, not me. I rested my forehead on his, breathing in his breath. I wanted this more than ever. A shudder tore through my body as I awaited his next move.
“No,” he roared slamming his fist against the wall, “get out of my way.”