1. Unexpected 2


    Date: 11/14/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    “Soul mate,” the words escape my lips as we stare at each other through the mirror. A man and a woman stare back at us making my lips tremble with the realization. I turn around and trace the salamander tattoo on his neck that stretches from the collarbone over to his jaw. He moans at the slight brush from my fingertips. Salamanders, creatures of fire that thrived in water, my coven’s crest. “Mae Winters,” he gasps my name. “Daniel Fonseca,” his full name escapes my lips like a prayer as I try to make sense of it all. “You’re mine. Just mine," Daniel whispers, kissing up and down my neck before settling on the mark and sucking on it lightly. “It’s just my blood," I say, staring at him through the mirror. "It’s clouding your judgment,” I sigh, turning my head and slumping my shoulders in defeat. The high must have been why he marked me, but why had I marked him? I wasn’t even sure how I had done that. I felt empty and I would just wait for him to come down from the delirious high, but the burn at letting myself be used still lingered. His hands cup my face and make me look at him. “You think its the blood? I love you. I always have. Why do you think I couldn’t stay away? I always came back with or without blood. You were addicting and refreshing and everything I ever wanted. But you push everyone away. I know you Mae. Damn it, listen to your heart for once," he whispers. My eyes widen in surprise and the tears I were holding back, are running down my face freely now. He had ...
    told me he loved me, strengthening the newly formed string between our souls. The lights shatter around us plunging us into darkness as I push him down onto the bed and straddle him before kissing him fiercely. He looks shocked and confused but my hand slams against his cheek wiping the expression off of his face. Witches were storms of nature, unpredictable in behavior and emotions and Daniel was becoming a victim of my whirlwind. Some objects in the room have begun to levitate and the air began to electrify with my growing confusion and fear. “Don’t you dare say that!” I scream out, before trying to get off of him but he flips me underneath him pinning my arms down. I can see the pain in his face, how his eyes glow with emotions. “You’re a storm. A bloody hurricane, a witch and I’m a vampire, but it doesn’t matter. I love you," he shouts, his voice strained. Tears run down my face at the declaration, I could feel his pain and fear through the link that was beginning to form between us. I could terminate the bond and reject him now but I knew I wouldn’t. We only stare at each other. The eerie silence filled with our heavy breathing. “You’ll be the death of me," I say, kissing him. I couldn’t have resisted him even if I tried. His taste and smell enveloped me, and the bond between our souls only strengthens. “I love you, Mae. How many times do I have to repeat it?” he whispers before kissing me gently on the lips, taking my breath away. The bond is getting stronger every time ...
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