Death's Werewolf Nymph

He walked up to me from behind and attacked my neck with kisses of love so soft and gentle. He held my body close with lust. We were in my room, in darkness… The only light we had was the faint light that shinned inside from one of the lanterns outside. Darkness has never been something that I was afraid of. Even more now the human version of darkness was someone who I could never be afraid of. I once was afraid of Death, now the touch of Death was what made me alive.

He moved his kisses to the back of my neck, his hands moved away from my waist and his kisses stopped but his hands moved to my shoulders and to the back of my dress where my zipper was.

I now hated how quiet it was. I was freaking out. My breath was going crazy. He could hear every single stutter in my breathing.

I was so confidently kissing him and guiding him to my room. But now I got scared, insecure.

I felt his hands reach my zipper and it slowly went down and suddenly my back was feeling the coldness of the tip of his fingers, a good kind of coldness, the one you get lost in a breezy evening while watching sunset after a long and tiring day. He slid my dress down barely even touching it. With only his fingers pulling down the sleeves.

My whole upper half was completely exposed as the dress fell down to my ankles. Feeling of insecurity washed over me but his hands traveled down from my back to my waist, he spun me around and didn’t even hide that he was looking me up and down.

Little smile curled on his lips with his hands sliding across my naked chest delicately. “I don’t think I have ever said to you…” he chuckled at how he stumbled on his words. “I have never said to you how beautiful you are,” he said, pulling me in a kiss slowly with his hands soft against me, he was touching me so delicately like I was some kind of diamond in his hands.

“I’m not that fragile” I said to him looking into his eyes. “I won’t break,” I assured him.

His hand cupped my upper thigh this time confidently wrapping my leg around his waist. It made me gasp from the sudden movement. “And I have a feeling you just might,” he said, breathing heavily.

I leaned closer to his ear. “Then break me,” I said in a whisper. “I let you do anything you want to me, I completely surrender to you… “

He gently put me down on my bed only dressed in my panties. “Is this better?” he asked, hovering over me with his hands on either side of me.

I shook my head, noticing that he was still fully dressed. “Tell me.” He encouraged me. Like he would do anything I asked.

“I don’t think you are appropriately dressed… for the occasion.” I said and something glimmered in his eyes.

“I agree,” he said, quickly pulling off his sweater. He then completely left the bed and stood at the edge. His muscles flexed as he undid his belt. But his eyes never left me. He looked very intrigued in my exposed top half.

I slowly slid my fingers over my breasts and he stopped, froze in his spot watching. I got a little startled that he just stood there. “Keep going!” he demanded of me. How his tone made me feel tingles in my body.

I felt like it was starting to hurt. I needed him. I slowly slid my fingers down my stomach and stopped at my pantie waistband, sliding my fingers across.

His eyes followed my fingers as they slid between my legs over the thin fabric. Only then I realized how wet I had become. It felt divine to press down and ease the urging pain. I managed to heavily exhale. “I need you.”

Just when I thought he was away in his mind he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his pants down. Revealing him completely undone.

I couldn’t help but look at him. At how tense he was.

He climbed on top of me and my hands flew up to touch him. My fingers glided over his soft body.

I guided my hands to his neck and pulled him to my lips. He intensely speeded up. Kissed me deeply but quick. His hands grabbed me all over until he shocked me at the speed to slide my panties off of me.

His body hovering over me made me realize how much bigger than me he was. How he could easily break me. How much stronger than me he was.

He was between my legs grabbing my thigh that wrapped around his torso and his lips devouring my mouth.

He pulled back with his body against mine and massaged my leg. For a second I pulled him back to kiss me but he pulled back away. He reached his arm down between my legs.

Like claws, my hands dug in his back as he moved his fingers. “Death…” I moaned with his fingers sliding in. I could hear how wet I was.

I didn’t see what he was doing or how. All I felt was pleasure. Tingle sensations in my body. The need to speak out. To moan and scream.

I realized that I had dug my fingernails too harshly in his back and removed my hands to dig them in the sheets.

“Put your hands back!” He growled at me. If he wasn’t where he was right now, touching me. His tone would be the harshest he ever spoke to me.

I couldn’t argue with him. My hands found their place back on his back digging my nails in his skin. Moments passed. Beautiful moments. I felt that I wouldn’t be able to go much further.

He stopped. My hands relaxed. I just looked at him. “Why…”

“Not yet.” He interrupted.

He removed his hand and brought his wet fingers to his mouth. His eyes bored into mine until he removed his fingers and crashed his mouth to mine.

He kept kissing me but I felt how he was shifting his stance. And then a pleasurable pressure filled me. I moaned, breaking the kiss and smirked. He continued to move. I felt like he was about to break me but I didn’t want him to stop.

I didn’t care how I sounded anymore. I wasn’t myself anymore. I was someone entirely different. I didn’t recognize how my hips moved and how my voice worked. I wasn’t controlling myself anymore.

He fastened up his pace, breathing heavily against the crook of my neck. “Death…” I almost squealed out. I wasn’t able to contain myself anymore.

“I know.” He grunted out lifting his head and looking at me. “Look at me,” he said breathlessly moving.

And in second a sense of pleasure filled my body. A release of something unfamiliar but so beautiful. I squeezed my eyes shut letting out inhuman sounds from my mouth only for it to be muffled by Death’s kisses.

He loved me like I have never been loved before. He made me feel things that I never knew existed. He was my addiction, the kind that you can’t get away from. The kind that makes you go crazy and think about the next time you will get it. Once you get the taste you will go mad without it.

I never wanted to feel life without him again, never wanted to walk out without him, never wanted to see the sunset without him. I needed him with me. He was the one I craved in my hold where my mind tied with his and his heart bled with mine.

Moments passed, beautiful moments were locked in my memory from the night he first loved me so true.

He collapsed next to me on his back. Now saying anything but panting heavily. Once he steadied his breath he laughed out exhausted. “You will kill me Meredith.”

A sense of reality flooded back in. of what just happened. Where I was. In my mind of insecurities I didn’t like how I was just laying there.

I clumsily pulled up the blanket over me. Death looked at me. “Why do you hide from me?” he asked in an offended tone.

“I am not.” I lied.

He harshly pulled the blanket off of me and threw it on the ground. He pulled me close to his body. “Have I not told you. you are beautiful?” he asked.

“Stop…”

“I won’t. Until you try to see what I see I won’t. And even then I will not.” It was easier said than done. How could I ever look at me in such eyes he looks at me?

He didn’t have a single flaw in his body.

My Naked body was pressed against Death’s torso. He was laying on his back and his one hand strongly held me in place. I didn’t know where the line was where we separated… we were the same. In every possible way I felt the same with him.

My hand caressed his chest up and down in a slow motion.He cached my hand in his and intertwined our fingers together. It was late but sleep hasn’t been on my mind.

I realized tomorrow night my life will change forever. I was going to be together with Death but then the sadness of leaving my friend and sister. “Can I write a letter to Magdalena?” I asked Death.

“There can’t be any trace that you are leaving,” he said and I didn’t question further, I understood why I needed to do this. I needed to vanish in thin air, making everyone draw conspiracy theories where I’ve gone. Many will probably think I have died and maybe that was better. If I am alive people will worry about me, if I am dead they won’t worry. “I am not going to force you to go with me” Death said in a worried voice.

“Do you not want me to go with you?” I asked, smirking against his chest. He turned to sleep on his side so he was facing me.

“I am afraid that you will change your mind when it will be too late.” he said.

I touched his cheek with my palm. “I want to go, more than anything, but I can’t promise that I won’t miss this place, I can’t promise that I won’t cry remembering everything I had here. I want to go but I need you to not freak out when I cry remembering this place.”

“Okay” he said, smiling sweetly. “But I promise that I will be there when you cry.”

When the sleep finally filled my eyes I had the greatest night of sleep I have ever had.

When the light in the morning woke me up I had an unfamiliar coldness around me, Death wasn’t here, and his clothes were gone from the floor where we left them yesterday. Just to think about how close we were. How much he made me feel. How he touched and kissed me. I don’t think I would ever have enough of it.

I didn’t waste much time and went to shower and got dressed. When I walked back up to make my bed a note was now left on the pillow where I slept. ‘Meet you at night, Love’ the note said.

Right in the morning I walked to the pack’s pharmacy I usually did my work at. I was trying to act as neutral as I could but my mind was mixed with happiness and sadness. I heard the pharmacy’s door open and Xavier entered. “Good morning,” I greeted him.

“Hey, I was at your house to make sure you feel fine, but you weren’t there, I assumed you would stay inside today because of that bite,” he pointed to my neck but hair was in front and he didn’t even see if it’s any better, I reached my hand up to that bite and it was completely gone, I had forgotten I was ever bitten.

“I feel great, don’t need to worry,” I said smiling, but this didn’t ease his suspicious look. “What?” I asked because he looked with his eyebrow raised at me.

“You look… happy,” he said.

I chuckled. “Is that bad?”

“It’s not your normal happy.” He pointed out. “You look almost too happy… I’m intrigued,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Nothing to be intrigued about.”

“It wouldn’t be if you hadn’t been bitten by a vampire just yesterday. I don’t think this much happiness is a common response to vampire bites” he said in all seriousness. “You sure it’s not just a side effect?”

“Would you much rather want me to be depressed?” I started to get irritated.

He shrugged. “No. But if I was guessing. “ he pulled his shoulders up and circled his finger on the counter. “I don’t know…” his head circled the room. “I would say your good mood gets something to do with the hickey on your neck.”

His head turned to me, how amused he looked when I turned myself to look in the reflection of the glass cupboard doors. There was a purplish red bruise under the Vampire bite. I was sure a Vampire couldn’t have done that.

I cleared my throat. “must have been from Vampire bite. Side effects. Maybe their fangs caught on a muscle.”

He raised one eyebrow at me. “You are smart Meredith, but not that good of an actress. Who’s the unlucky guy?” he asked.

“Unlucky?” I called out.

“Ha! You didn’t deny it.” He snapped at me laughing.

I could keep denying it… didn’t want to. “Why unlucky?”

“You’ll drive the poor man mad. Look what you did to me! I left my family to live alone.” I threw an empty box of pills at him. “Meredith Bosswell! And also throwing her hands I really feel for that guy. He’s in for a tough ride.” He put both of his hands on his heart.

He leaned in for a whisper. “Who is it?” he asked.

I raised my eyes a little at him. “Can’t tell.”

“I’ll find out eventually!” he called out, giving up. I really doubted he would ever. Tomorrow he will think I am missing or dead.

“I thought about what you said about that girl,” Xavier said. “I’m going to talk to her… but I just don’t know how… I’ve never actually spoken with a girl like her before,” he was referring to her being human.

“I am sure you talk to her like a normal person… just maybe don’t talk about werewolves and things like that.” I recommended it but his eyebrows scrunched up. I rolled my eyes at his idiocy. “I don’t think it’s very likely that she is living in the human world and knows about werewolves,” I explained. “Try to act like… a human when you first meet her, otherwise you will freak her out.”

Mrs. Stone entered the room giving a side glance to Xavier, but there was no way she could have heard our conversation. She just always stared suspiciously at everyone. Xavier scratched the back of his neck. “Can I talk to you about this tomorrow?” he asked.

“Tomorrow?” I asked, hiding my panic. “Maybe in early evening today?”

“Alpha asked me to help with fixing the weapon storage that the vampire demolished,” he explained. “Is tomorrow not good for you?” he asked.

I remembered what Death told me and lied through gritted teeth. “No… just the faster the better. Tomorrow it is.” I forced a smile at him.

“Okay, see you around.” he said and walked out. I hated leaving him on this note but I needed to do this. If I don’t go now I will regret it for the rest of my life, because the thought of changing my mind wasn’t even an option for me anymore.

I finished my work at the pharmacy and outside in the distance I noticed Magdalena was standing and talking with some girl. I walked up to her and the girl looked kindly at me “I’ll talk to you later,” she said and left.

“How are you doing?” Magdalena asked.

“Great.” I answered smiling. “You always ask how I am doing but what about you?” I asked.

Magdalena smiled widely “I am planning my wedding with Adrian.” she said excitedly.

“I am so happy for you.” I smiled and hugged her tightly.

“The wedding is month away so make your time to be there.” she joked and I forced a laugh.

“And remember I told you about how I wanted to wait for a wedding a bit…” she said hesitantly but smirking. “I didn’t intend to marry this quickly but…” she put her hands on her stomach.

She was pregnant. She laughed out as I pulled her into a tight hug.

I hated that I needed to lie like this in front of her. I hated that I couldn’t even say proper goodbye to her. Even if leaving was the most selfish thing I could do… I know it is what’s right for me, what I am supposed to do… I didn’t expect her to tell her kids about me but I hoped that she knew how much I loved her…