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“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,” Nicolas read, and I tried to concentrate on his intoxicating, fluid accent, as he read me ancient Earth poetry on a gorgeous spring day. But it was hard to focus with Cade’s icy blue eyes slitted on mine as he buried two long fingers in my pussy.
“I’m gatherin’ the rosebud right now, Nic,” Cade murmured, pausing to shake his white-blond hair from his face. “Who gives a fuck about old poems when the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted is right. On. My. Lips.” He leaned in and kissed my clit decadently with each word, and I relaxed back on the picnic blanket to enjoy it and gaze at the blue sky above. We’d stolen an afternoon together in an empty meadow. We were far from the dark cliffs and black-walled city of Saori Sang, and the late-spring breeze was lush with the scent of honeysuckle.
As a vampire in the magical world of Haret, I had no business with heaven or hell, but I was pretty sure this was as heavenly as it got.
“Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry,” my brown-haired academic continued, his cultured voice like warm honey.
“We’re not on Earth anymore, Nic. We traveled that rainbow Path, and now we can fuck before marriage without the wrath of the church,” Cade reminded him unnecessarily, giving me his slow, Southern-boy grin. “And this pretty girl here is anything but coy.”
“It’s a poem, Echo, and one whose message I thought you’d appreciate. It means to seize the day-” Nic was cut off by a loudgroan from Cade as I began to pinch my own nipples and pushed a finger inside my pussy, next to his.
“I’ll seize somethin’,” Cade whispered, sucking my finger between his lips and doubling down with his own fingers. I gasped and grinned at him, glad my point had been well taken.
The swirl of a delicious orgasm began to build between my thighs, and I lay back on the blanket again to gaze up at the sky. But there were clouds rolling in, iron gray and thick. The air cooled as they hid the sun, and all my feel-good sensations began to dull.
“Cade?” I asked, raising my head to see why he had stopped this time. But he was gone, Nicolas with him.
Something icy and cold crawled down my spine, and the picnic dissolved before my eyes as dark red blood magic swirled into view. Suddenly I was choking on my own blood, the pain of my spine and ribs separating from flesh ripping through me as I screamed.
The sound echoed into the darkness that was closing in around me, until a frozen wind whipped it away.
Get up.
The voice was raw with cold and neither masculine or feminine, but a legion of voices. I got up, fighting against the sensation of my body being torn apart as I looked down at myself, clean and whole. This wasn’t real. Actually, none of it had been real.
Not the sunny hillside, or Nicolas and Cade. Not the searing away of flesh.
“They’re all memories,” I called into the cold darkness around me, and the voice laughed. It wasn’t laughing at me, though. I felt the pride of people who loved me in its echoing sounds. Turning a slow circle, I breathed in deeply of the icy wind, letting it calm my mind.
This... this was the mist.
I had died - Luca had fulfilled his blood contract. I was here with all my ancestors.
And Nicolas!
“Nicolas,” I called into the void, sending my thoughts in every direction as I willed him to come to me. There were other things I needed to remember. I began to walk, picking up speed every few steps until at last I was sprinting, racing the wind itself.
It was beautiful. Free. I wanted to live in this moment forever, running wild with nothing to stop me.
Something blurred past me in the blank landscape, then something else. A figure? A stench on the wind... rotting flesh and ichor. Then the clash of metal and teeth reached my ears, and I found a sword in my hand. Swinging it wide with the memory of well-trained muscles, I cut down the gobbelin that raced at me.
Then another, and another, chopping away limbs and heads with every satisfying swing of my sword. I swung in time with the wind, making pretty patterns in the blood.
Maybe I would live in this moment forever. I was pure destruction - my enemies died again and again without fail. I cut down every threat that came, and nothing was there to stop me.
Except me.
I was bored. I didn’t want to fight gobbelins forever. I wanted... Nicolas.
“Nicolas,” I yelled again, searching the hollow stretch of nothingness as the wind played with my hair.
“I am here,mon amour, in your memories.”
I whirled toward the voice, but I didn’t see him. “Come out of my memories. Be real,” I snapped, and the wind stopped. Silence spread around me like a thick blanket.
You create what’s real, even here.
