Twenty

“I will always find you no matter where you are! There’s no escape, Alizandra.” I turned her to face me and the terror stamped on her beautiful face made me weep inside. She looked at me just like the devil I was, and that didn’t sit well with my heart, but I got so angry at her and the entire situation was so confusing.
Pain, grief, fear, and God knew what else assaulted me at that moment. I didn’t think of anything else, but to teach her a lesson for being disobedient, for abandoning me. So I showed her the monster I was. I didn’t hide myself from her. I knew my eyes were glowing, and I exposed my fangs.
“What are you?” she whispered in shock, and without a warning, she tenderly touched my beard.
I wasn’t prepared to see the change in her eyes, and what I saw in those lavenders took me by surprise. There was compassion for a troubled soul like mine, even though she feared me. But those lavenders didn’t lie. She always had the power to see my darkened soul.
The world around me ceased to exist when her fingertips roamed over my face as if she was seeing the real me, as if a veil had lifted from her eyes after all those endless years. I leaned on her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, but I didn’t take my eyes from hers, not even for a second. I had to see the emotions playing on her semblance.
“Why so lonely and tormented eyes? Who are you?”
“I’m the devil who loved you for centuries,” I said, and she shuddered in my arms, although it was cold in the middle of the woods, her shivers had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with our bodies being together.
“You’re a lunatic, and I’m worse than you for doing this!” Her fear gave way to lust, and I heard a burst of soft laughter coming from her. Then her lips were on mine, hot and stormy, just like this new Alizandra.
Only God knew how much I missed her flowery scent and the wild berries taste of her kisses. She drove me insane by the way her lips devoured mine. I couldn’t hold myself anymore. My hunger for her invaded my mind, and with deep sweeping strokes of my tongue, I possessed her mouth, taking us into a storm of sensations, clinging and clawing at each other like two wild animals.
Hearing her moans and soft pants against my mouth just added to the arousal I was already drowning myself in. More and more she ground her body against mine as her arms circled my neck, and she pushed herself up, locking her legs around my waist. I loved this new Liz.
I cupped her butt, bringing her closer to the hard bulge aching inside my pants, and grabbed at the nape of her neck, smashing my lips to hers. She sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip, tormenting me beyond the unbearable. If I didn’t restrain myself, I would take her right here against some tree. It wasn’t a bad idea, but it shouldn’t be this way.
I heard myself groan when she bunched her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer as if she wanted me imprinted on her skin, not getting enough of us. Our souls longed for each other, even though she didn’t understand the reason yet. I went back to the cabin with her all tangled up in me, and she only snapped out of it once the door of the cabin slammed closed. We were both hot, bothered, and heaving for air, staring at each other.
“What kind of magic did you cast on me, Grizzly?” The loving way she spoke those words made all my hopes anew. It was beautiful and sexy on her lips, just like old times, bear. She didn’t forget.
“You’re the enchantress here, not me,” I told her, nipping at her ear and feeling her body shudder against mine as I claimed her lips once again, but gentler this time, savoring the wonders her mouth on my lips brought on me.
She may not remember me yet, but her soul recognized mine. I didn’t want to mess everything up, so I just let myself enjoy the warmth of her body entwined on mine, until she came to her senses and pushed me away.
“How did we get back here?”
“I have a few tricks myself.” I smirked at her, scraping and biting her neck with my canines.
“Grizzly, we have to talk.” Fear took a hold of me. Time has come, and I wasn’t happy about it. And if she didn’t believe or despised me for what I was? I didn’t even know what I was. We were both heaving for air when I put Liz on the floor and let go of her. A chill crept in my soul, being apart from her body. I rested my forehead on hers, sighing, defeated.
“Ok, let’s talk.”
“You sound sad. Look, let me take a shower and see if there’s any food, and we sit down and talk. How about that? I’m starving!” And with that, she went to the wardrobe, then headed to the bathroom.
I went to the kitchen and looked into the cabinets. There were a few things inside that seemed edible, so I sort them out on the counter and waited for her by the fireplace. She came out all fresh and perfumed, wet flowing hair, dressed in a plaid shirt that covered her to the middle of her thighs. A nerve struck on my jaw and my heart thundered in my ears. What a view she was. Observing her now, she was a little shorter in this life, not so skinny, but with the same light chestnut hair. How am I supposed to behave myself?
“Why do you look at me this way?” I shook my head, smiling when I heard her déjà vu question. I think I would always have that wolfish look for her. She mesmerized me in so many ways.
“How do I look at you?” I answered her the same way as the first time, and I remembered that day as if it was yesterday.
“Like a hungry wolf that just found a piece of meat after the famine.” I laughed, and for once it was heartfelt, carefree laughter. A bit of confusion flashed in her eyes, and a shy smile made its way to her lips. “What?”
“Yes, I was told once.” I shook my head, a grin still curving my lips, and with sparkles in my eyes, I glanced back at her. “Come, do you want to see what I found?” She nodded. I laced my fingers in hers and led the way to the kitchen. “I have no clue what are those but that’s all we had in the cabinets.”
“Oh boy! Good ol’ Noodles and canned chicken soup!” She made a face not so happy about it and put some water in a kettle. She dumped the mushy contents of the cans in a pot. Lord, strange looking food in a can was new to me. I couldn’t fathom such a thing. She took them to the fireplace, coming back for spoons and cups.
“What is this?” I asked, touching the piece of a material she threw on the counter.
“Plastic wrapper? It keeps things from going bad sometimes. Let’s sit by the fire.”
“Plastic…” I said, more to myself, but she heard me mumbling.
“Yes, you’ll get used to it. We use plastic everywhere nowadays, it’s the poison of the century!” She winked at me. Such an insignificant gesture, so big the consequences. For a moment I thought the tiny blazes crackling in front of me jumped to my veins, setting me on fire. “Here, hold this.” She passed me the cup and poured the boiling water in it. “Let it settle for a few minutes, and it’s done. You can eat it. Wonders of the modern world. Why don’t you know these things?”
“I have lived under a rock, remember?” I sniffled the food and frowned. It didn’t smell nice to me! It’s been so long since I had food in my system, I didn’t know how my body would react.
“Yeah, right! Just eat it, you’ll see. It’s not that bad.” She smiled at me and I’d do anything to please her at that moment. She was right. Once you got used to it, it didn’t taste bad anymore. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company.
“Alizandra...” I started…
“Ok, let’s get something straight. My name is Alexandra. I know nothing about this Alizandra of yours. How is it possible that I’m sitting and eating with a figment of my crazed mind? And don’t you dare growl at me, Grizzly!” she warned me when a low growl escaped my mouth. I hated that condescending tone when she talked to me.