Friday Flash Fiction…”Mate of the Vail”, Part 2

Happy Friday my Little Rockers!

I hope you enjoy Part 2 of Deacon and Tessa’s story.

As will ALL of my Flash Fiction, this story is RAW and UNEDITED!  Enjoy!

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Mate of the Vail, Part 2

 

Human food was also a necessity of our kind. My mate had stocked the house with everything I liked, chocolate included (thank you very much!). I felt as if I was living in a fairy tale these last four days. My mind was in constant turmoil as to what was happening, but Deacon seemed to know how to soothe my moods better than I did myself.

“My mate,” he whispered as he cupped the back of my head. We were in the room I’d taken as my own since arriving, about to head down to dinner. We didn’t sleep together…yet. I knew it was coming. We were mates after all. “What ails you?”

“Just taking all of this in,” I admitted, as he rubbed circles on the pulse point in my neck.

“Would you like to take our meal in my room,” he asked, concerned. “We can talk over dinner.”

“That would be nice,” I smiled.

My mate leaned in and kissed my neck, as a sign of respect. “I’ll call down to the kitchen. Meet me in my room as soon as you’re ready.”

I nodded as I watched him leave my room. Deacon was a man of honor, this I’d learned from day one. He was respected and well loved by his people. As a council member, he was also a very busy man.

Our courtship hasn’t been normal, by any means. He works from sunup to well after the sun sets, but he always makes time throughout the day to visit with me at mealtimes. Today, he’d snuck away mid-morning and found me in the library. I was reading one of the many romance novels he’d had the shelves stocked with for my reading pleasure.

Deacon wanted to know if I was happy, and if there was anything he could do to make my stay there better. Hell, I was just happy to be somewhere that I was safe and protected. Protected from the scientists who used me as an experiment. An experiment gone terribly wrong. I was tired of running.

The things that were done to us in that facility were the things made from nightmares. I could still feel the leather restraints that held me to the cold metal table as they did unspeakable things to my body. The tests and the blood and the…

Tessa,” Deacon gasped as he rushed into my room. My eyes wide with fear as I looked around the room looking for a threat. “What’s wrong?”

“What,” I asked, completely confused at what he was asking.

“I felt your fear,” he said, rubbing the spot over his heart. “Did someone hurt you? Tell me who it is and I will have their heads!” Blood filled the whites of his eyes and Deacon’s fangs descended as if he was preparing to defend my honor.

“No, no,” I said, holding out my hands. “I’m fine, really.”

“Why are you hurting,” he demanded. “I feel your pain, mate.” The way he said ‘mate’ caused my knees to buckle. I still couldn’t believe I was mated to the most handsome male I’d ever laid eyes on.

“I…it’s really nothing, Deacon,” I lied. Wrong answer, because he knew I was not being honest with him and the growl that bubbled out of his chest told me so.

“I’m trying really hard to control my anger here, Tessa,” he growled, the noise echoed off the wall. “Whatever is going on with you, you must tell me.”

“Sit down,” I said, pointing to the two high backed chairs against the wall. Instead of allowing me to sit in the empty one, Deacon pulled me down onto his lap. I didn’t miss the way his hands roamed my body, looking for any possible damage or injury.

“What is it,” he worried.

“I know you are away of the scientist who are looking for their originals,” I asked.

“Those bastards are the bane of my existence,” he shook his head. “The things he did to those poor subjects. I want to kill them with my bare hands.”

“I was one of the first to be turned,” I admitted, then closed my eyes as Deacon pulled me tighter into his arms, the snarl of rage coming from him scared the living shit out of me. I’d never seen a vampire that mad before.

Tess,” he growled, using a shortened version of my name. “Please, please tell me they didn’t…”

“I was remembering,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, Deacon. You must’ve felt my memories.”

“I’ll kill them all,” he promised.

“What if they find me,” I asked.

“You will be protected,” he snarled. “I wish you had told me sooner.”

“It’s not something I like to spread around,” I admitted. “The more people who know, the better the chance that they’ll find me.”

“Not here,” he shook his head, the blood finally receded from his eyes, but his fangs were still extended.

“Can we eat now,” I asked, changing the subject.

“Come, mate,” he smiled. “Let me care for you.”

We ended up in his room and Deacon watched me as I ate, making sure I had enough substance for the night. I could tell that my admission worried him, and I had the same niggling worries that something was going to happen. Was it premonition? Maybe?

Those weeks…months in that laboratory were the worst times of my life. The night that armed men stormed the building, I wasn’t sure if it was a hoax, or honest to goodness freedom. We were taken from one prison to another. The government studied us, but at least they didn’t do experiments, rape us, or use us like lab rats.

The day the Vampire Council came for us was the best day of my existence.

“How old are you,” Deacon asked, pulling me from my depressing thoughts. I’m pretty sure he was feeling my anguish, but didn’t want to speak about it aloud. I appreciated that, a lot.

“I would be thirty-two years old, if I was still human. I was changed five years ago,” I admitted. I’d already pushed my barely touched plate of food away. My stomach was too tied up in knots to think about food. I was actually thirsty, for blood, but it could wait, I wasn’t in desperate need, as of yet.

“So, you are barely into this life then,” he pondered aloud. I should be hurt at the statement, but I didn’t think Deacon would say or do anything to cause me discomfort.

“And you,” I asked with a raised brow.

“Ahh,” he laughed, those scarlet eyes sparkling with humor. “You know, a woman never tells her age.”

“Oh whatever,” I tossed my napkin at him, but he quickly snatched it out of the air and folded it into a perfect square before placing it on the table.

“I would be eight hundred and…fifty six, I do believe,” he smiled.

Wow,” I gasped. “You’re practically robbing the cradle.”

“I still have the stamina of a thirty-six year old human,” he nodded. “I’ve waited a very, very long time for you, Tessa, and I’m happy to say, it was worth the wait. You are stunning, and I enjoy your company.”

“I feel the same,” I smiled and stood from my seat.

Deacon sensed my…well whatever it was, because I had this sudden desire to be in his arms. We met halfway and he enveloped me into his strong embrace. Deacon was muscular, like he’d been a warrior in his human life. I rested my hand on his stomach and wrapped my other arm around his waist. I could feel the rippled muscles through his linen shirt. I closed my eyes and memorized his scent, tattooing it in my brain.

“I know nothing of this mating thing that our kind goes through,” I admitted on a sigh. “How can I feel so comfortable with you and barely know you?”

“Soul mates have that bond, love,” he sighed, then used his forefinger to life my chin. His eyes were heated, but not lustful. He truly looked at peace when our eyes locked. Deacon slowly descended on my lips, his pressed softly to my own. I felt what blood I have in my body stir with the actions he was delivering to my mouth.

My tongue snaked out slowly, to trace his bottom lip. Deacon’s mouth parted and our tongues met somewhere in the middle. The kiss was not one that would lead to a hot night in the sack. No, this was precious. Deacon was telling me, with his lips, that I was a cherished piece of him.

We must’ve stayed like that for an hour, but, in reality, it was only minutes, before my knees wobbled. He tightened his hold around my waist and looked at me with concern.

“Thirsty,” he asked, knowingly.

“Yes,” I whispered, knowing damn good and well, I was becoming thirsty for more than just his blood.

To Be Continued……

About Author Theresa Hissong

International Best Selling Author of Erotic & Paranormal Romance. Lover of badass music and tattoos. I speak my mind and know how to shoot a gun. I write sexy books about fictional rockstars!
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One Response to Friday Flash Fiction…”Mate of the Vail”, Part 2

  1. I so would love to read the whole book when done. It sounds awesome

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