Chapter 34

Jon glanced at Mic and shrugged. "Lets go see if they killed each other. It got too quiet." He grabbed her hand and started towards the living room only to stop. "Good grief."

Mic just watched on at Gis'a fascination with the vampire in front of her. "Well least they aren't dead"

Richie felt her fingers slide across them lightly. "I have no idea darlin, that's a mystery to me why they don't hurt."

"So you don’t think about how to make it feel good for the girl? You just go hello neck and Bite?" Gia shook her head, "there's gotta be more too it."

"Well I mean I try not to hurt the person, and concentrate on what I feel and what I need, and the sensation that comes from it, I guess a little like controlling thier mind maybe" he pondered.

She glanced up at Mic and Jon, "So if you wanted it to hurt it would hurt?"

Richie nodded "I guess I could do that, I haven’t really ever tried, I mean in anger I can let my fangs down, so I can only assume that I can bit in anger as well"

"Not talking about if you're angry baby." She tilted her head, her hand moving up to brush her hair away. "Don't think about it feeling good. Time to see what those teeth can do."

Richie raised his eyebrow "What? I am not to going to make it hurt on you, no way"

"You'd rather try this on Jon or Mic then?" She smiled reassuringly. "Best its on someone who understands, so BITE me, and don’t concentrate on pleasing yourself or the person."

"I am not trying it on anyone I care about darlin, no way, you're not getting hurt from me" he said stubbornly

She pushed off the floor and stood, her eyes sweeping over him as they began to glitter. "Ahh right, only YOU know what’s best. Well you don't wanna find out what you can do outside of a bed. i get it. Good thing you'll last longer than me right? " She reached behind her and quickly turned the doorknob. "Let's see how long I hold out this time." Throwing the door open she turned and ran like hell down the street."

"Oh for fucks sake," he rolled his eyes and followed her outside and ran after her at lightning pace. "Come back here right now," he was on her before he finished talking, his long fingers wrapping around her wrist. "Don't be ridiculous" he snapped his eyes blazing.

Jon glanced at Mic and shook his head. "She's fucking nuts."

Gia twisted and fought against his hold. "Either you trust me or ya don’t. You have shit to figure out and its either with me or well with whatever you choose. But I REFUSE to be a fucking burden!"

Richie gripped her wrist harder "You want me to trust you, well fuckin fine" he lifted her wrist to his mouth and punctured the vein there, all the energy and fire of the argument behind the bite that she had so loudly requested.

Pain jerked through her nerve endings and flowed like fire into her system. Razor blades, it felt like razor blades scraping over each inch of her bone structure, digging in and twisting as it ran from wrist to brain. Reaching out with one hand she braced herself against his chest, as her face screwed up into a grimace. She'd asked for this, she'd take it until he pulled away, but holy fucking Jesus it hurt, it hurt like hell.

She took it, as her face paled to alabaster, a soft whimper finally escaping her after what seemed like hours, her body slowly starting to crumble as her knees weakened.

He finally pulled away and held her close to his body. "See why I didn’t want to do it, it hurt didn’t it?" he asked softly.

She gathered her scattered wits to her and glanced up with a half grin, "Well now we know one thing, if you ain’t thinking about making it good it hurts like hell."

"Well least I know if I ever have to use it, I guess, sorry it hurt so much darlin" he soothed her close to his body.

"Hurt? fuck Richie that felt like razor blades. Remind me to not piss you off again anytime soon?" she cradled her wrist to her chest and shivered. "PLEASE think nice thoughts when you’re mad at me ok?"

He chuckled "I promise, I would never do that to you, I wouldn’t want to, I will use it to protect you if I have to, I swear I will" his arm tightened around her waist as he lifted her wrist to his lips and kissed it and licked the wound.

She laid her head on his chest as he began to walk back towards her house. "I just didn't want you feeling trapped, hell you're so young, and you don't know me at all. It's alot to take in, alot to deal with, first you learn you're born into something you never knew about, then your tossed a friend, woman, mate..."
She closed her eyes as the thought occurred, did having a *mate* mean he couldn't marry? What if he wanted to get married? "I mean I know you'll wanna get married or hell have a relationship you choose one day."

"I wouldn’t worry too much about that darlin, its still so soon, and we can cross that bridge when I get there" his mind drifted off into a place wondering what would happen in the future, even in the years ahead. "Things have changed for sure, but its ok, you just gotta learn to get through them anyway you can, its not all bad, I coulda ended up with a worse mate" he winked.

"I wonder how its chosen though, what makes a mate a mate for someone like you or Jon." She winced slightly as her wrist throbbed. She needed her head checked for sure. WHY did she try that?

As they entered the house she glanced at Mic and Jon and waved. "Look he caught me."

Mic laughed "Well I never doubted that he wouldn’t"

Jon shook his head. "Thank god I have the sane one."

"I dunno about sane" she winked.

Jon's eyes rolled. "Trust me, your sane, I haven't seen YOU trying to piss off a man that could eat you."

"Well you can't eat me, so I am pretty safe there" she said as she watched Richie and Gia walk inside.

Jon shook his head, "Damn King, Now you're having to chase them down, what’s next?" Jon winked and wandered over to the couch and flopped down. "I thought women liked what you had to offer my man."

"Seems I have a feisty one this time, and like they say, there is always the thrill of the hunt," he grinned looking at Gia.

Gia huffed out a breath and frowned, "Why do i think that hunt wouldn’t be fair? You see better, scent better and run faster. Who'd have a chance to get away?"

"Well this is true darlin, but always fun getting caught too though isn’t it" he wiggled his eyebrows.

Chapter 33

Richie stood back as her accusations flew at him. "Um excuse me honey, YOU were the one that told me to go and get laid and experiment and shit, so don't use that as a damn excuse for this, what the fuck was I expected to do?" he yelled as his fist went careering through the wall beside him.

She shook her head, " I didn’t have to tell you anything Richie, I have no rights to tell you to not go out and screw who you want. It was a one night stand, HOW the hell was I Supposed to know what it all meant. Its not like I've known many Upier before." She turned and slipped past him, intending to leave.

Jon opened the door and stepped through his blue eyes intent on the door leading to the kitchen. "Wonder what their fighting about?"

Gia sighed, "Besides, YOU have no right to tell me I can't do to MY body what i wanna do. I didn’t expect anything of you, I didn’t ask for this and NEITHER did you. YOU would have survived just fine." She took a step into the hall and nodded at Jon. "YOU deal with him I'm so outta here."

Mic sighed "I don’t know babe but it doesn’t sound too good" she said taking Jon's hand and leading him into the fire.

Richie whipped to the door in a light second blocking her way out. "I never DID tell you to do anything with your body, but a bit of common sense may of prevailed ya know, how did it benefit you starving yourself and grinding yourself into the ground? How do you know I woulda survived DO you know this for sure? I felt things too you know but I chose to ignore it, but I never knew that you would be like you are?" Richie turned to see Mic and Jon walk in and rolled his eyes.

A soft snort left her lips. "IF YOU could fucking ignore it then that’s ok... but if I ignore things its not?? GIMME a break here. YOU can't say what’s good for you isn’t good for me. That's insane! and LEMME go, I’m a grown woman if I wanna leave I'll dammit leave."

His anger boiling deep inside of him, he grabbed her by the neck and held her firmly against the wall. "I wasn't dying WAS I? I dunno why, but you were DYING Gia, and whether you think you were protecting me, it was the wrong damn thing to fuckin do" his voice snarled and his fangs bore as a growl let rip from his throat just inches from her face.

Mic watched in horror, from where she was standing Richie was going to hurt her, she ran and tried to grab his arm but he pushed her away with a force she flew across the room.

Jon frowned. "HEY keep your mad off Mic!" He strode up to Richie and with one simple swipe of his finger concentrated all the calming flow Mic had given him into Richie. Pulling away he moved quickly to his girl. "You ok baby?"

Gia reached up and flicked Richie’s nose, "My my grandpa what big TEETH you have. Now lemme go. I chose what I chose, DEAL with it."

Richie stared into blue eyes "Fuck off Kidd, this is between me and her" he growled. "What part of this aren’t you fuckin getting you could of died, and what about me? Are YOU sure I wouldn’t of?" he stared back into furious green eyes.

She wrapped her hands around his wrist and hung there her eyes sparking emerald flame. "What part of me dying wouldn’t hurt you aren’t you getting?? IF it would have hurt you Mic would have told me. Dammit I chose what i thought was best. YOU need your freedom!! you don't need to be saddled with me."

Mic stood this time concealed behind Jon a little. "Um, well Gia honey, I didn’t get a chance to tell you. Today, I found some more research about at this, and both life mates would die after prolonged separation..." she quickly said before hiding firmly behind Jon's back.

"He looked fine to me when he showed up last night Mic. Your info is wrong." Turning her gaze back to Richie she nearly growled, "Let me down dammit."

Richie looked back at the petite blond and back at Gia. "Well seems that’s a little incorrect isn’t it?" he snarled, he released his grip from her and let out a loud growl and punched in the wall beside her.

Mic shook her head "They can last alot longer than us Gia, alot longer..."

"He would have lasted forever Mic. There's no proof they can't have more than one life mate. He's too young got too much to deal with to have to deal with me. TELL Me you found proof he would only have ONE life mate. I DARE YA!"

Clinging further to Jon's waist she stood and faced them "They only have one, that's it. I have the proof, you wanna read it go ahead, you wanna be ignorant instead? Then do that as well"

Gia's eyes widened, "YOU KNEW THIS???" She turned to Richie, her eyes tormented, "YOU Were ok. YOU WERE, I wouldn't have let you get hurt. YOU don’t need this, with all you have to deal with, you don’t NEED this so young." She whirled and ran for the door like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. "You could ignore it, it was OK!"

Richie bolted after her and grabbed her with a firm hand."Don't run from me, there is no point, we are what we are Gia, and nothing will change it, I wasn’t ok as I said before, I felt it, it niggled at me, always in the back of my chest, always in my brain but I pushed it aside, until it became harder to push aside and ignore, don’t you see if I had left it any longer...." his brown eyes tried to plead with her.

"I didn't know, I didn't know those dreams would lead you into a trap. I'm so sorry." she took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. "I can only imagine how badly you hate all this."

He steadied his gaze on her. "Gia it wasn’t a trap, it isn’t so bad, ONCE I know the rules, that's the hardest thing about all this, we don’t know it all, whatever you were taught is wrong, I mean are there other people like us? Its all just fucked" he exclaimed as he walked away from her back into the living room.

"Fucked doesn't even begin to cover it." She leaned back against the front door and slid to the floor. "ID hate me if i were you."

He turned and bent down to her level. "How could I hate ya darlin, none of this is your fault, it was always going to happen it seems" he brushed her cheek with his hand.

"You're too special to be hurt, I woulda never hurt you." She sighed softly, "Unique, there's not so many of you around, there's millions of girls like me. If I had of died, it wasn't such a big deal, as long as you survived."

"I beg to differ there" he said softly

She looked up into his now gentle eyes. "We need to know more about what we are, but I have no idea where to find out." She shook her head, her humor surfacing briefly, "But damn I never knew they were so big. Do you have to do everything so big?"

He laughed "Well you know everything about me is big"

She tilted her head slightly, "You've learned to make them come out when you want them too?"

He laughed "Yeah it appears so... when I wanna bite, when I am angry, it's getting better but I still have the odd slip" he admitted.

"I wanna see." She watched him quietly, wondering if he'd actually do it.

He raised his eyebrow and on demand his fangs grew slowly once again, his grin lighting his face as he did it by pure thought.

She reached up and ran a finger over his lips and over his teeth pricking her finger lightly on the razor sharp teeth. "Makes you wonder why it don't hurt when you use them."

Chapter 32

She grasped onto his simple explanation as if it were a life line. "Yeah just missed you is all."

Richie thought quietly to himself for a minute "And what would have happened if I hadn’t returned?" he asked

She turned towards the cabinet and pulled the plates out as her eyes closed and a wince crossed her face. She prayed the magic had ended, new magic sometimes was a bit faulty. Opening her mouth she framed a totally innocent reply, *oh nothing I woulda just hurt*, and cringed inwardly when the actual words came out, "I would have died."

Richie looked down at the floor his veins starting to pulse in a dull rage.
"You would of what? you would of just let yourself die over something stupid as this? Gia!!" he shouted as he swept the glass off the counter that sent it hurtling across the room and smashed into a thousand pieces.

The sudden crashing of glass startled her as she took in his quickly rising rage. "If it meant you'd be free to do as you needed." Emerald eyes sought brown as she tried to smile. "I mean, hell its not like we KNEW each other. We met once, we had sex, how could I expect you to want...."

"What do you think I am? some sort of man that would let someone die on my behalf? is that what you really think of me. all the times we've.... god!" he let loose and let the frying pan skittle across the counter and fly into the sink with a crash.

She reeled back as his words slapped at her conscious. "NO Dammit," she moved up to face him, chest to chest her eyes on his. "We were strangers, hell you learned something drastically life altering. Dammit, I had very little knowledge of any of it really. I Made the best fucking choice I COULD for YOU and your life. So quit throwing my fucking pots and dishes or you're replacing the broke shit."

Richie didn’t know why his anger was boiling so deep but it was, and threatened to rise to the surface. He eyed her back just as serious. "I will throw anything I want, until you understand that YOU SHOULD OF TOLD ME, don’t you think I felt things too, did you ever think of that? I felt weak, I felt ill too ya know" he spat.

Her hands crossed her chest as she wrapped them around herself, her own anger starting to blaze. Handing him a plate she grinned. "Throw this big boy. and FUCK yeah.. Like I coulda contacted the rock star?? WHO DIDNT give me a way to contact him? GOD what do you think I am psychic?"

Richie snatched the plate from her, she was right in the instance that he never gave her the number, yes he was at fault there. He could of followed his instincts but he didn’t either, fuck it all he was just as at fault as her. With a loud primal roar he threw the plate hurtling across the room, his voice echoed on the walls.

"yeah you so wanted to come find me right? Night after night as I began to die a little each day, the pain growing to the point I couldn't see, well what were YOU doing sport? Off learning how to be what your meant to be, sucking and fucking whichever groupie spread the legs right?" She whirled to leave the room. "So roar at me honey.Roar loud."

Mic sat on the bed and sipped her coffee as she started to hear the smashes from the kitchen and the shouts and Richie's growl, she couldn’t just leave them out there to kill each other, she shook Jon hard. "You gotta wake up babe we need to get out there" she urgently whispered. There was no way she was going out there alone.

He rolled over his eyes cracking open to the sound of one pissed off friend. "Shit." he slid from the bed and quickly pulled on his jeans. "Let's go."

Chapter 31

Richie sighed, he knew he wouldn’t win or get her to really tell him, so he'd have to ask Mic at some stage for some hints on what happened to a life mate of his if left alone for a long time. "Well I appreciate your understanding, I do darlin and I couldn’t have asked for a more understanding life mate, and I don’t wanna argue, I don’t" he said as he ran a finger down her cheek.

Her tongue flashed along his finger before she bit down gently. "Good. Now lets go find us some breakfast. Something easy." She knew if she ate too hardy, or anything more than a scrambled egg she'd probably lose it, it had been awhile she'd eat that much as well, but she had to keep her strength up. "Unless you know how to cook."

"I do know how to cook actually" his eyebrows wiggled. He watched her battle the queasy thoughts in her mind. As they walked into the kitchen Richie asked her "So how long is it since you have eaten properly?"

She busied herself in the fridge pulling out milk, eggs and breakfast fixing. "hmmm, ate something yesterday i think. Why? Lord Richie I'm a big girl, I know how to eat." She flashed him a grin, "Sausage or bacon?"

"Both darlin, we're gonna have a fry up to end all fry ups" he grinned wickedly.

She pulled both from the fridge and handed both too him. "well get to cooking then." She moved over to set the table and get away from the smell of the meat. " So you bowl and cook. what else is Richie good at?" She kept her smile in place and tried keeping the topic general.

"Alot of things, but I still wanna know what's going on Gia, you're still not being honest with me" he said. They didn’t get anytime to go any further as the bedroom door crept open. Richie looked up at the disheveled blond woman that was creeping out the door, Richie snorted as her hair was almost on end.

"Good morning" Mic said as she padded to the kitchen half asleep, her mind still heavily sated.

Gia flicked a glance at Mic and started to laugh. "Stuck your fingers in a light socket girl?" She winked and turned back to ok at Richie. "I've told ya everything Richie, and if I haven't its not important enough to know." She reached over for a cup and poured Mic a cup of coffee. "I think ya need this sugar."

Mic laughed "More like I was the socket" she chuckled taking the coffee.

Gia shook her head, "I so do not wanna know." She poured a second cup of coffee and slid it to Richie. "You take yours black right?"

"Yea I do, Mic so does Jon, if he's still alive, thank darlin" he said taking it from Gia.

"Well he's dead to the world, I sapped him dry maybe" she looked at the monstrous breakfast Richie was cooking.

"Shit about time Gia you gonna eat finally?" she asked

Richie's eyes widened "Oh and do tell this little pearl"

Gia glanced up at Mic, a totally innocent look on her face. "Duh of course I'm gonna eat Mic. Humans need food to survive ya know." She poured herself a cup of coffee and added a liberal amount of cream and sugar and prayed the caffeine would stay down. "I mean you'd have to be an idiot to starve yourself."

"Well you certainly haven’t been eating over the last few weeks especially that’s why I asked." Mic looked at the coffee. "Yeah I will take one for Superman I think," she said pouring another coffee.
Richie raised a questionable eyebrow "And what else Mic? Gia wont tell me anything about the time apart, claiming she was fine"

Gia straightened, "I WAS Fine Richie." She glanced at Mic daring her to say different. "I told you, there’s nothing for you to worry about."

Mic rolled her eyes and picked up the two cups of coffee."I wish you'd tell Richie the damn truth" Mic said without realizing the implications of what she said.

Gia frowned at the words falling from Mic's mouth. "you wish what?" Her eyes closed and she started to pray, oh god not wish magic, please god in heaven do not have let her gotten wish magic."

Mic winced "I didn’t mean to do that, shit sorry, I think I may have wish magic, and sometimes it just comes out"

Gia closed her eyes. Fuck damn and she'd wished her to tell the truth. "Well isn't that great Mic? I told ya, you'd get your talent one day." She smiled, and tried to keep it from looking sick as she started edging towards the door. "I better call and see if I’m needed at work."

Richie flew to the door quicker than she could get there "Uh now we need to have a talk, you are going to tell me the truth aren’t you" his stern voice rising. Mic quickly skittered back to the bedroom not wanting to be around one potentially pissed vampire.

She bit her lip hard and looked up into his eyes. "Truth about?"

"About what you were like when I wasn't here, you have to tell me now it seems" Silently thanking Mic.

"I went to work and came home. I went to sleep. I got up and went to work again." Her mind raced ahead of each word, trying to be truthful yet not reveal anything potentially worrying. "It wasn't easy but I managed."

"Did you eat much?" he asked

Her mind skipped over possible answers. "Umm, no, but then I never really did."

"Uh huh, and were you in pain?" Richie asked

She glanced at the wall, the floor the door and weighed her options. "Well sorta, but it wasn't that bad, nothing to write home about or anything.

He raised his eyebrow "And in the last three weeks, what would you rate the pain from one to ten, ten being the highest?"

She winced and curled her fingers into fists. She didn't want to answer, dammit she didn’t want to tell him a thing, but the words came out unbidden, spurred by a simple sentence crafted in wish magic. "oh about an eleven."

He shook his head "And what effects did this have on you physically?"

She stood there fighting the magic, trying to not talk and groaning as her mouth opened and began ticking off the answer. "Chest pain, constant, couldn’t breathe, damn near couldn't see, everything i ate came back up, Vision was fucked, but really just the no energy no .. just sat still when I wasn't at work, well stayed in bed, moving was too much of an effort. Hurt to brush my hair, hurt to blink. It just hurt ok?"

Richie slammed his hand down on the counter "Well why didn’t you tell me?" he demanded, his eyes growing darker with rage. Why had she been so stubborn to not tell him, she went through all this and didn't think to tell him so he could have done something to make it better.


"You were busy, You have your own life, You can't take time to solve my problems." She backed up a step and tried to make it sound better. "Maybe it was the flu, or some virus. maybe.." She winced as a slight shaft of pain hit, Ok you couldn't buck wish magic. "I didn't want you to worry."

"It wasn’t though was it, your body and being was in serious mourning from not being with me wasn’t it?" he asked as he studied her.

Chapter 30

Eyes opened and a smile flickered onto kiss bruised lips. Taking a deep breath Gia glanced over to the sleeping man next too her. Her man, her Upier, her very life source and he was here finally here. Slipping up she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her knees, content to watch him sleep.

All her life she imagined meeting the right guy and taking him home to meet the clan, and now? Well she wouldn't be doing that any time soon. The first inkling they had of what he was would see him imprisoned and her on trial. Imagine that consorting with the devil and enjoying it. A soft laugh escaped her as she reached out to trail a finger along the strong arm that lay pillowed on his chest.

He was so hot to the touch, too hot almost. It was then she remembered Mic reading to her how they enjoyed things cooler. Slipping from the bed she walked over to her room's air conditioner and jacked the thermostat to high cool. Angling the vents to blow towards the bed she turned and stepped into her bathroom. Might as well shower while he napped.

Richie's eyes fluttered open as cool air trickled down on him, he was lying on his back alone in the bed he looked over at the small crease in the sheets where she was moments ago. His hand reached out and touched the space where she was, and his senses picked up she was near as the shower trickle tickled his ears.
He moved off the bed and stood and stretched, he hadn’t felt this complete and strong in so long and it was because of her.

Richie knew that the months ahead would be interesting at the very least but he was just going to concentrate on right now they had two weeks, and he was sure Jon would want to stay right here, if the energy he inadvertently felt last night on his body was anything to go by.

He crept into the shower, she was standing with her back to him under the spray, god damn she was beautiful, admiring the curves right down to her ass, he sneakily slipped in and grabbed her from behind.

A startled scream whipped from her as she turned. "Well good morning. Thought you'd sleep a bit longer."
"How can I when you're not in the bed" he teased as he adjusted the shower dial without realizing what he was doing.

A shiver raced over her skin as the water went from near scalding to a cooler spray. Glancing up she snorted and decided it was time to quickly vacate the shower as goose pimples began to race over her skin.

"Oh shit sorry darlin, I didn’t think, it seems I have grown accustomed to cold showers" he chuckled as he quickly washed himself before stepping out.
"There ya go" he said as he stood watching her.

Her arms wrapped around her chest as a brow lifted, her body standing still under the still chilly spray. Emerald eyes sparkled as a mischievous grin raced over her lips. "And this is how you keep a woman warm. hmmm I'll remember that."

"Mmm well I do have other ways darlin" he teased as he kissed down her neck teasing the skin as he went. His hands slid slowly down to her hips. Before a lopsided grin slipped out on his lips and his hands teased her sides tickling them as she had done to him.

Her breathing hitched as a giggle erupted from her lips, the heat of his touch warring with the chill of the water. Reaching forward she turned the water off and stepped from the shower and leaned against his chest. "So what would you like to do this morning?"

"I can think of many things darlin, but I think we need to rejuvenate ourselves a little, as I plan to ravish you all night long again" his voice low and sultry.
"What do you girls usually do when you hang out?"

She wrapped a towel around her body and handed him one as a blush crept into her cheeks. "Mic researches, she reads she studies she.. well. She’s on this quest to learn things." She stepped around him to the sink and quickly brushed her teeth and hair and stopped. "Umm unless your squeamish you can use my toothbrush, unless ya actually thought to bring one of your own?"

"Well I am sure young Micheala wont be researching anything today unless its to do with furry chested vampires" he chuckled "Yeah some of our gear is in Jon's trunk so I can grab some things from there, but yeah I don’t mind using this" he grinned as he squirted some paste onto her brush. Half in his mouth he began to brush. "Soo what did you wanna do, we could see if Kidd and Mic wanna bowl or something later on? he suggested.

"You bowl." She shook her head, "Ok that shouldn't surprise me, but you bowl." She started laughing as she imagined his gangly form chasing a bowling ball. "That I have to see."

Twisting around he pressed a kiss to his back then slipped from the bathroom to dress. "I guess we start with food, then we'll see what happens with the day." Moving to her closet she muttered softly to herself, "at least I feel like actually moving today."

Richie pretended to look offended "Heyy I'm pretty good actually, I’ll prove it to ya" he watched as she went back into the bathroom and the undeniable whisper that he heard.

"Gia?" he asked.

She turned as she buttoned the top she'd put on. "Yeah?"

"How long did you feel that bad without me, and don’t lie to me, I’ll know if ya lie" he questioned her, his serious gaze on her.

She glanced up and thought over how he could tell how she lied. Naaah anyone could if you were nervous about the lie, but she wouldn’t be lying, she didn’t want him hurting over the facts. "It wasn't that bad, til the end. Why do ya ask?"

"It was most of the time wasn’t it? I can read you Gia, so there no point lying to me, why didn’t you tell me, or get in contact with me, I coulda done something, that’s not way to live when I was the one that did this to you" his voice full of concern.

She shook her head. "First off Richie, you didn't do anything to me. From what Mic's learned well, we were just born this way. You were born to be what you are, I was born to be what I am. Its all just what we are. So stop feeling guilty. Life has its own magic ya know? The thought of what if we hadn’t met doesn't play, Fate has its ways. The Rom are great believers in that. So stop with the coulda woulda shoulda stuff ok?"

Richie nodded "I understand that but stop playing the martyr with me over this, I know you see yourself as a burden to me and you aren’t ok, so stop acting like one please" he begged.

She rolled her eyes heavenward. "Not a martyr Richie, just slightly more aware of what you're life is compared to most girls. Your touring schedule is horrendous; you barely have time to sleep. You do Not have time to be worried about some girl back home. So I don’t want you to. Go be the rock star you are. Feed, have sex, play your music and know I'll be ok." She reached for her brush to run it through her hair. "Rom are tough. I'll be ok." She closed her eyes and prayed he believed her cuz she damn sure wasn't about to tell him what it did to her. Not today, not ever.

Chapter 29

She shivered again as the sensation ripped through her, this time it was different not just the need was there, there was desire, she could feel it.Again they were interrupted by a loud groaning noise echoing from the bedroom.

He pulled her to his chest, his hand reaching up to brush her hair from her neck, his lips sliding carefully over the line of muscle at her shoulder. "Nope, not letting ya run Mic."

She closed her eyes as his lips met her skin, reeling her sense "Oh dear god, you're going to kill me" she muttered as she began enjoying the sensation of his touch and warmth radiating onto her body.

He knelt and scooped her into his arms and turned to walk to the bedroom not occupied by moans and groans. "You ain’t seen nothing yet baby."

"God I wish we couldn’t hear them" she whined as her room was right next door. As the words left her lips her bedroom fell silent. She grinned. "Well there ya go" she chuckled as Jon carried her in.

Jon snorted, "I've heard worse on tour baby, I just ignore it. but if your better with the volume down, then so be it." He hadn't thought twice about how the noise had stopped. Somewhere deep inside he knew she'd done it somehow and he simply didn't care anymore.

His hands slid over her carefully, quickly removing everything that offended him, skirt, top, panties and started to smile as the filmy lace of her bra finally hit the floor. It was time to show her just what he'd learned the last month or two.

She shuddered in raw anticipation as he stood above her and the mischievous spark in his blue eyes made her shiver.

With slow precision his lips slid from her shoulder along her spine, as calloused finger tips gracefully tapped along her sides. With the barest brush of his tongue he traced a line along her back down to her hips as his fingers moved in to brush over her inner thighs and down along her calves. "You smell like the moon and stars and all things heavenly."

As he moved upwards he slowly stood and turned her to face him, his lips ever moving towards the hollow of her throat and down along her chest before one graceful finger flicked over the rosy nub of a nipple. Each movement, each brush imbued with just a small snippet of the energy he felt coursing within him.

As she stood nailed to the floor his lips and fingers brushed over every part of her, it sent shock waves cascading down her body pushing her into pleasurable realms she hadn’t experienced before just by his touch, just by his touch! "Goddddd Jonnnnnnnnnnnnn" she moaned

He picked her up and walked to the bed, then laid her out carefully. Reaching up he pulled her tee-shirt off then quickly toed off his boots before sliding his jeans down. Crawling up onto the bed he picked up one leg, his fingers brushing over the calf muscle followed quickly by his lips and teeth on his way to that nirvana located at the apex of her thighs.

Her hands buried themselves in his generous mane of hair, as he continued to work his way up her legs. Her body was trembling with need violently, as his energy sexual and physical passed into her. Just the anticipation of him at her entrance, combined with the touch and sensual energy rocketed her into blinding orgasm. "Jonnnnn," she cried as her body convulsed around her. White flashes ripped through her soul.

His lips slid fluidly over her moist center, sipping each drop of her precious fluid before his tongue flicked out against her tiny nub. Huffing a soft breath against her heat he slid a finger inside of her, his mind concentrating on that one finger as tiny sparks began to glow.

Mic's heart was pounding in her chest like a drum as his tongue slide across her, and his finger shot into her, sending small sparks across her body as the hair stood up on her arms.
She smacked her hand across her mouth as she threatened to scream the house down, this was unbelievable, so much better than last time.

His lips began the trek up her body, swirling around her navel then up the mid of her chest as his hands pressed, slid and feathered over each petite muscle. As his lips touched hers he flexed his hips once and seated himself fully inside of her.

Hovering over her his lips brushed against hers as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth, as his hips slowly began to move and rock against her. "Sing for me pretty baby, lemme hear your love song."

The sexual anguish rose from her throat letting herself go she cried out to the room."Oh fucccccccccck" she cried as his shaft began to move inside, sliding deeper into her she gripped his shoulders, her fingers dancing down her arms brushing around the coarse hair that lay there and sliding up his chest through the warm furry confines. She wanted to touch him, every part of him, as her hands hungered for more, rising into his hair pulling his lips to crash down on hers, her need evident in the moans and whimpers that kept coming. "Jon, don't ever stop, please fuck me forever" she gasped.

His grunts fell gently into the room as he pushed and rolled harder against her, his fingers dancing over her skin as his eyes closed and he let all that was inside flow from his finger tips. "I'll do my best baby."

"Jon, pleaaase oh my godddd" she whimpered as she clung to him, never in her life had such a being had any effect on her, he was driving her soul and he knew it. Her hips bucked to reach each thrust of his as she rose to meet him in a place that bodies didn’t exist just their souls that intertwined tightly together letting off the greatest energy one could imagine. "JONNNNNNNNNN!" she screamed as she finally let him win and his spell took over her body as it rocked violently under him.

His lips found her neck as his tongue flickering along the hollows there, his body pushing inside one final time as a growled scream whispered from his lips. Holding her too him he felt the flash of brilliance as the room began to again glow as he released deep inside of her, his hands gently pulling away all excess energy created.

She panted as she felt him balance and centre them both once again. Her brow was thick with sweat. "Ok, that's it, you're never going away from me longer than two months again, you'll fuckin kill me" she giggled as she swept his own sweaty mop away to reveal eyes bluer than the sea shining back at her.

His forehead rested on hers as he met her blue gaze to blue. "ya have a fucking deal there babe." He slowly slumped beside her and pulled her into her arms. "Although dying like this I can handle."

"Amen to that, god where did you learn that?" she asked leaning in breathing in his musky scent.

He flashed an exhausted smile, "You said learn and experiment so I did. "

She chuckled burying herself deeper into his chest wrapping her leg around his."Thank you for coming back, thank you" she breathed.

He held her tight and smiled. Thank God for Richie wanting to come back or he would have never have thought too. "Might wanna thank King for that baby. He just knew, quicker than I."


She sleepily lay "Thank god for the King, thank god for the King" she mumbled as her arm laced across his tummy and she fell into contented sleep with a wide grin plastered across her face.

He chuckled as she fell asleep and the magic surrounding the room faded. Thank god it was quiet in the next room. His eyes closed as he dropped off into the first peaceful sleep he’d had in months.

Chapter 28

His eyes opened slowly, his body stretching to remove the kinks he felt in his back. Groaning softly his head turned as he wondered exactly where he was and what weird sex he'd gotten up to the night before. As his head turned his eyes widened, Mic, it was Mic next to him, and he was fully clothed.

It was then the happenings of the night before flooded his brain, a nearly frantic Richie, a crazily happy Mic, and a glow that he saw through his fucking eyelids. They had glowed like a freaking lamp. Shaking his head as he processed the info he wondered why she of all people could cause that.

Sitting up he reached over, a calloused finger tracing her cheek lightly, the now familiar flash and sizzle rising to make his hair stand on end. He almost moaned at how exquisite it felt like. Touching her was unlike any other person he had tried to touch in months.

"Mic baby, wake up."

Mic stretched and yawned as the much eluded sleep finally left her body. Opening her eyes she felt a huge warm sensation across her cheek and wondered where she was for a minute, as her dreams had been filled with light brighter than the sun. She looked up and her eyes connected with another set of bright blue sedated eyes. She felt so complete again and balanced, not like she'd just drunk twenty cups of coffee. "Mmmm, what is it?" she asked sleepily.

"It's time to wake up baby. Sleeping on a couch is definitely not in my ideas of comfort." He chuckled before glancing at the bedroom door. "And admittedly I'd like to know who survived the night."

She sat up and stretched looking towards the door "Shit, what if he was too late?" she started to worry as the state Gia had been in when Richie had arrived was bad.

Jon's gaze flicked back to the door before focusing on Mic again. "If something happened to Gia, what would happen to Richie?"

Mic looked down "He'd eventually die, ...starved of what he couldn't find without her" she said sadly hoping that this wasn’t the case.

"Jesus," his breath whistled from him, "Would that happen to me too?"

Mic looked at him, wanting to be able to tell him no it wouldn’t, and he'd be ok, but he deserved to know the truth.
She nodded "I'm sorry, you'd just eventually tire and the energy that your life mate provided you is a unique one that cant be sourced anywhere else. You'd tire and try and feed and feed, till you couldn’t even pull energy from people anymore... and your life mate would, explode without you, well in a sense that too much positive energy would overload her," she gulped suddenly realizing the reality.

"Christ!" He stood and moved to the bedroom door, his hand shaking as he reached for the knob. "god do not let me find a dead anything in there. He closed his eyes a moment and took a deep breath. It was too much, Richie could die without Gia, that was bad enough but he could die without a life mate, and he hadn't found her yet. Thank God Mic had been able to help him, Thank god she'd been able to.. SHE'D been able too. He turned a moment and looked her way as memories of a glow brighter than the sun wrapped around them. Could she be? Shaking his head he turned back to the door.

He chanted softly to himself, "Please don’t let her be dead, don’t let him be dead, please oh please don’t let them be dead.."

Mic watched him, she needed to tell him but how, it was like telling someone they had an arranged marriage planned for them almost. "Jon, just open it, I need to know" she said closing her eyes

Jon slowly cracked the door open while holding his breath. With eyes closed he whispered back to Mic. "Are they dead?"

Richie's mind filled with a raspy whisper from the door as he turned his gaze to the door, hearing a Are they Dead? "No we're fuckin not, and we'd like some privacy if that’s too much to ask," he chuckled as he saw Jon standing there with his eyes firmly shut.

One blue eye cracked open and got a sight more than he bargained for. "Fuck you too King. See if I care if you're dead next time." The door was slammed as Jon huffed his way back to the couch. "They definitely ain't dead."

Mic giggled as he came back to the couch "They're doing it aren’t they?"

"Well he wasn't dancing the fandango that’s for fucking sure. "

"Awww, well that's sweet ain’t it?" she teased watching him push his long sandy hair back from his face. "Jon, I think there's something I need to tell you honey" she said nervously.

He flopped back onto the couch and groaned, "As long as it don't involve King Ass, or long legs wrapped around.. I can handle it."

Mic sighed "Well maybe you are gonna wish that it was after this" she said nervously eyeing him.

He turned his head to watch her, a gentle finger reaching up to trace her jaw line. "Well why dontcha try me baby."

"Well what we were talking about with Gia and Richie, is you and me essentially" she swallowed "I'm your life mate, I'm so sorry if I had known I wouldn’t have slept with you that night" she shook her head.

He sat back and processed what she told him. Well ok that made sense didn't it? She was different from all the other women he'd been with. She calmed him like nothing else. She was pretty, she was bright, and HEY she'd keep him alive. Most men didn’t get a fraction of that. "Okkk and this is supposed to be bad right? Cuz to look at you baby you'd think you got saddled with a true beast."

Mic laughed "Well, now that you mention it, all that hair and all.." she teased before continuing "That's not how I feel at all, I think despite how we hit it off, you're sweet and kind, a little rough around the edges, but you don't need this with all you have in life to look forward to"

She watched him take it all in, truth be known he wasn’t all that bad at all, his rugged good looks and his cocky attitude kinda was sexy.

Jon shook his head, "Yeah I gotta admit, I didn’t exactly plan my life around being a energy loving vampire, but Richie didn’t either. Life throws ya a ball you either play with it or your outta the game. I kinda like being in the game baby."

Mic smiled "Well, I do too, I fancy on living, but I dunno, just then when we were sleeping was kinda odd wasn’t it? Every time you touch me, I just about..." she blushed, muffled echoes from the next room floated into the room at the same time.

His glance flickered to the door, "Ya know if he couldn’t kill me I’d pound on the wall."

Mic laughed "Yeah not such a good idea" her thoughts started to run away with her.

He turned back to her and grinned, his smile silky and devious. Reaching out he trailed an index finger along her arm. "So this is something ya like then."

She shivered as his electricity shot through her heart. "I am thinking I should of never told you that" she stood up and moved nonchalantly to closer to her bedroom pretending to admire the magazine on the table.

He stood and walked over to her, his grin widening as he reached out with both hands and slid them along her arms. "Don't think you're gonna escape that easy."