Infinite Love

Chapter 41

Erik

My eyes open and I feel a bit disorientated my body jiggles with a gentle movement that I quickly recognise as being on a plane, yet I don’t remember getting on a plane.

I search to try and remember how I got here but there is nothing an emptiness where what I know should be. Looking around I notice Harlow sitting across from me, she looks peaceful in her own gentle sleep.

Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration I search again for my most recent memory. Harlow and I getting out of the car to go and face my dickhead of a cousin, to answer his summons. Then how are we back here on the plane? What happened in that meeting? Why the hell can’t I remember.

Reaching to pull out my phone I hope it might give me some answers, texts, a call, an email anything. It’s not there, I pat every pocket and there is no sign of my phone. What the hell is going on here?

Frustrated and needing answers I reach forward and shake Harlow to awaken her. Her eyes open too slowly for my liking and she greets me with a happy smile. “Harlow where are we? What’s going on?” Her smile quickly fades as she looks at me.

She forces it back on her face but I see the waver in her eyes before she does, something in my gut just feels off.

“What do you mean silly we’re on the plane going home” yes, yes I had managed to work the plane bit out all by myself. I don’t know why but I am exceptionally irritated by her right now.

“From where Harlow?” I hear the edge to my tone but my mind is screaming something is not right. “From New York darling, you finished up your work at the lab, we’re free from our commitment to Damian and going home now” she looks confused that I don’t seem to know what she’s talking about.

I search for any of this information in my own head, any memory of a lab or New York and it’s all just blank. I grab her arm roughly, too roughly and I feel a momentary flash of guilt. “Why can’t I remember any of it?”

Her eyes widen and she looks scared of me for the first time ever, I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. This isn’t Harlow’s fault whatever it is. I sit back and let her arm go “I’m sorry Harlow I didn’t mean to be angry at you, I just can’t remember anything since we walked into Damian’s court”

Again her eyes go wide and she looks like she is searching for words “I . . . I . . . Don’t know why that would be, nothing strange has happened we had a lovely few moths in New York you were excited to be in the lab and working with the team, you helped them with a break through and Damian was satisfied and allowed us to come home and see papa for a while”

None of this helps anything to fall into place, I am as lost as the moment I woke up. “I’m going to sleep the rest of the way maybe it will sort out whatever’s going on in my head”

She looks a little sheepish but just nods and closes her own eyes. It takes a little time but eventually I start to drift off, as I do I’m sure I hear Harlow say my name but I can’t deal with her right now. I hear her voice again, it sounds further away and whispered so much so even with my vampire hearing I have to strain.

“He doesn’t remember anything” “No, no nothing of the story Ercan planted” ‘What if it hasn’t worked” “You swore to me he would be mine forever!” That last sentence was a little louder, more emphatic, was she talking to herself? Such a strange one sided conversation to have my sleepy stressed brain thinks before it finally drifts off.

My dream is much more pleasant, a beautiful amber eyed woman, her long dark hair like silk as it brushes over my naked torso, her feather light touch tickling as she traces her fingers up my arms, over my shoulders. Her soft full perfect lips touch mine so gently so teasingly turning deeper more passionate, a kiss that sears itself on my very soul. She is a goddess.

Her lips leave mine and kiss a hot trail down my neck, her fangs suddenly pierce into my skin and the pleasure from her drinking from me is almost enough to make me climax there and then. Her delicate touch works its way back over my body, lighting me on fire as it goes and then that grip of her hand around my c**k is perfection. The ecstasy as she works me while drinking from me is perfection.

I know I know her, I know I want her but my mind can’t connect her, a beautiful fantasy. Her mouth suddenly releases me and I feel lost, bereft without her connection, her lips find my ear and her breath is a gentle sensual tickle against it as she whispers “Remember me, before it’s too late, remember me” and then she disappears into ether like she was never there, never real.

My eyes spring open, I am desperate to hold onto the fading image of the woman, I have a terrible feeling inside that if I forget her something terrible will happen. Like my very life depends upon remembering her. Who is she? Is she even real?