Darkness Rising: Cursed Guardians

Back Story

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as Sabella comes to sit with me on the bed. She still shocked but I’m hoping talking will relax her. Now to get her talking. My gaze drifts to her back. She track my eyes from the corner of hers. “Ask.” She says. I swing my eyes to her face taking note she’s looking at me. I remain silent. “Ask me.” She prompts again. Well I guess we may as well go head first into the abyss. I turn my eyes back to her back and ask “What happened to your back?” A sad sigh comes from her. She starts to talk

“I lost my parents when I was 6. Shortly before they died, my Uncle Phillip disappeared. The loss of him followed by my parents broke Sybil. She did her best but after a few years of trying to take care of my cousins and me she realized she couldn’t do it. Not that she didn’t desperately want to. But the mental breakdown and having good days and bad days more often than not did not make for a good environment to raise us. Eventually we went to stay with family friends. Sybil was still a part of raising us just not all the time. It was hard. My cousins and I are more like bother and sisters because of it. Anyway, I was never a popular kid. People find out you can see ghosts and spirits. You don’t make many friends. Add in orphan and you're automatically the wired kid no one will speak to. I would not have survived without my cousins. It was like that right through graduation. After we graduated the Hunters started their traveling and I got a small apartment close to the college. At first it was about searching for my Uncle and eliminating any bad guys they came across. They gained a reputation and eventually it turned into, a mercenary business? Yeah magic mercenaries. So their travel picked up. Sybil wandered ever since my Uncle disappeared even though she does have a house in New Orleans. I was alone a lot and I felt empty. So when Gabe came along and was interested in me I jumped. He was sweet and considerate and always so attentive to me.  We spent so much time together and I thought I’d finally found happiness, someone to fill the emptiness. But in my gut there were warning bells. Even though I was happy I knew deep down something was off.” She sighs again. So incredibly sad. “One day he came over for dinner. I was placing a bowl on the table and I knocked his drink over. It spilled all over him. I felt terrible and grabbed a towel to help him dry off. When I got to the table he stood up and back handed me so hard I flew to the floor.” 

Rage boiled within me. How dare anyone lay hands on her. My knuckles cracked as I squeeze my hands into fists. She continues “From there things just escalated. After that first hit I thought it was a mistake. It had been a reaction. He’d apologized. He was sorry. But I was wrong. The beatings became more frequent. Then the verbal abuse started. If he wasn’t beating he was telling me I wasn’t smart enough, funny enough, thin enough, pretty enough, good enough. But I stayed. The first guy to ever pay me any attention and I believed him when he said no one would ever waste their time on me. He was doing me a favor. So I convinced myself if I did better, if I excelled at my college classes which I did, lost weight which I did, and just did better it would stop. It didn’t it just got worse and with my family gone all the time no one suspected. About 10 months in he beat me so badly my heart literally stopped. The only reason I didn’t die was because he did CPR and called an ambulance saying I’d been jumped. Shortly after I was released from the hospital it occurred to me that he was never going to kill me. I was his favorite toy. That was too much for me. So I went into my kitchen and grabbed every medication I could find. Tylenol, Motrin, allergy meds, anything and I swallowed them all with half a bottle of Everclear. After that I grabbed a kitchen knife, went into my bathroom, climbed into the tub and slit from wrist to elbow and ankle to thigh.” 

My whole body is shaking. She tried to kill herself. If she’s had succeed…

“I waited for death to take me. Instead my cousins broke through the door. Sybil told me later that she had felt it. The moment that I decided to let go and die. My cousins had just got home from a hunt when she called them and sent them to me immediately. Celeste is a very gifted healer. She’s how I knew how to tend to you. She pulled me back from the brink. Had Sybil not sent them and Celeste not as good as she is I wouldn’t be here. They took me home so I could recover. A couple of weeks later I went back to my apartment to get my stuff. I had just gotten my rental house. My cousins had made a trip back to the house to drop stuff off and we’re on their way back. Gabe stopped by and found me. He immediately came after me. My cousins had gotten me to press charges against him and file a restraining order. He was furious.” 

To my shock she lifts the shirt over head not removing it all the way but revealing her entire back to me. Irregular lines of different angles and sizes and length span her back some deeper than others all seeming to connect in the center of her back. I’d seen them in the shower but now I could see their extent. It looked like a sunburst to me. I know I’m staring but I can’t I cant help follow each line.

“I told him to leave but he came at me. I ran into the kitchen to grab something to defend myself and he followed. Before I could get hold of anything he’d grabbed a glass bottle and smashed it against the counter and lunged at me. That was the first blow.” She reaches over her shoulder and touches the scar between her shoulder blades. I reach out and stop. She senses the motion and looks over her shoulder at me. “May I?” I ask not exactly knowing why I needed to touch her. “Yes.” She says and I reach out and  begin to run my finger tips along the lines. Tracing each one lightly in its entire length before moving onto the next. I see goosebumps pop up as my fingers glide along her back. She continues “I managed to get past him, trying to get to my bedroom to lock myself in, but I wasn’t fast enough. He kept slashing and swiping at me. He missed more times than he connected and the wounds weren’t deep which I suppose is good. Anyway I realized I wasn’t going to make it to my room so I spun around to try and at least get the bottle away from him. I grabbed for it and he pushed me away and right into my salt water fish tank. All the noise had gotten the attention of the neighbors who called the police. They showed up right after I hit the tank and had seen him push me. Arrested him on the spot right when my cousins came back. They were ready to wait for him to be released and kill him shortly after but I wouldn’t let them. Killing him wasn’t going to undo everything that had happened. That was the last time I saw Gabe.” Sabella goes quiet and I stop tracing her scars. She slips her head back through my shirt and turns to face me. 

I study her for a long while. “They’re beautiful.” I say. She tilts her head. “Your scars. They’re beautiful.” I watch as she digests that. “Hmmm” she says. My turn to tilt my head. She shrugs “I’ve never seen them.” “What?” I half shout. “I never saw them. Not images taken by the cops, and not by looking in mirrors. I don’t need to see them. I feel them there. No need to see them. In fact no one has ever seen them. Not my cousins. Not my Aunt. No one.” I’m stunned at her words. “You, Draco Wallace, are the first person that has ever seen my scars. In fact you are the first of a lot of things.” she raises are eyebrows at me. Now I’m confused. “In the 3 days I’ve been here you are the first person I’ve ever told about my scars, first person to ever see my scars, first person to touch my scars, first person who has tasted my blood, and the first person who has ever seen me naked.” Well f**k me if that isn’t satisfying. I have to ask “No one? Not even Demetri?” “No one not even Demetri.” She affirms with conviction. Something deep inside me is pleased.  Then it hits me and my face must have given away my realization. “What?” She asks. “If I’m the first person to see you naked…”“That makes me a virgin.” She smiles clearly amused that my jaw is now hanging open. She laughs and shrugs. “Apparently beating me senseless was okay but forcing himself on me was beneath Gabe. I never dated before him and haven’t been on a date…well since the last date I went on with him which was like a long, long time ago. So I’m a virgin and celebite by choice. Now that’s not to say I don’t have two perfectly working eyes, a fully functioning libido, and a wickedly dirty mind.”

Now I chuckle…and groan internally. My desire has now reached a new level. 

She lays down all the way on the mattress and looks at the ceiling. I take one of the pillows I’m propped up on and hand it to her. She puts it under her head and yawns. I watch her as we lay in silence for a while, eventually both of us drifting off to sleep.

When I wake up in the morning my arms are wrapped around a still sleeping Sabella who is curled up next to me. The feeling is unbelievable. She fits perfectly in my arms. I'm never going to be able to sleep properly without her again. I can feel it in my the depths of  bones, my soul. Mine a voice whispers. I inhale her scent of vanilla and roses, committing it to memory. She beings to stir and I still myself and savor her every movement. She stretches, first arching her back then...save me she stretches herself backwards, grinding her ass right into my throbbing c**k. f**k me the sensation of the contact made it ache painfully. Never in my many long years have I desired anyone in the way I desire Sabella. The want of her having taken root deep within my soul over these last 3 days. 

"Hey" she murmurs rubbing her eyes and peering over her shoulder at me. I can't suppress the smile. "Hey." I reply.

"Hey." she says more urgently turning in my arms that have not yet released her. "You're laying on your side!" she exclaims now smiling. "Lay on your back. Let me look at the wounds." She pushes me down gently, forcing me to release her from my arms. I immediately feel the void where she was. I lay back and watch her as she takes off the bandages and assesses my skin, smile growing bigger as she goes. Looking at my chest I see no open wounds just red marks where the wounds have been. I give the girl credit, she ignores my raging b***r as she looks at the lash that went across my p***s and upper things. Her hands there only make it worse. If she had enhanced smell she'd know just how much I desired her from my scent. 

"Do you think you can stand up?"

I move my body and sit up. "I think so." I say swinging my legs over the side of the bed opposite her. Placing my feet on the ground I stand. Definitely sore but nowhere near where I would be had Sabella not found me. Cared for me. Saved me. She crawls over and removes the bandages on my back and ass, again not helping my erection in the slightest. "Walk for me?" she asks so I begin to move around and turn to face her. She hops off the bed and up to me. 

"I think you're good Puff. You need to shower and get off the remaining ointment. Don't do anything crazy like workout or run or something too physically exerting and by tomorrow everything will be completely healed." She walks around the bed and starts gathering her things. I'm suddenly struck by how much I don't want her to go. 

"Not showering with me today Witch?" I give her a crooked grim. She shakes her head and laughs picking up her phone.

"I think you've got it." Heading for the balcony door she grabs the handle. 

"Sabella" I rush as quick as I can even though my legs are slightly protesting. She turns and looks at me. "Thank you." I try to convey how grateful I am, how much it means to me that she cared for me, how sorry I am of the way I treated her, everything I was feeling I put into those words. She smiles at me. "You're welcome. I'm glad I found you and I'm glad I was able to help." She starts to open the door "If you ever wanna talk about it...you know I understand better than anyone and I'll never judge." With that she opens the door, steps out and closes it behind her. 

Now that I'm alone I feel her absence and I hate it. Only one thing to do now. I head for the shower to wash and take care of the b***r that I'm still sporting. My d**k continues to salute me in a painful manner. Thinking back to the night Sabella arrived I climb into the shower. The first night I chalked my reaction up to adrenaline. She caught me off guard. Surprised me. It was exciting but I talked myself down. Made the throbbing ebb because it was wrong because she was wrong. She was a witch. We don’t lust after witches. But she’s not wrong and after what she's done for me, that conclusion has been solidified. When she called me on the carpet the night I came to Cauldron telling me I liked her because she didn’t take my s**t, that was the beginning of the end of my dislike of her. Now standing here under the water all I can think of is how bad I want her. I grab hold of my c**k and start rubbing. Slowly up and down. I close my eyes and press my other hand against the wall  letting it slightly support me as my legs aren't fully recovered yet, as the water pours over. Up and down. Back and forth. Slow and rhythmic. Thinking of the playful smile she gives me when she’s teasing me. Imagining her in that naughty outfit she wore at the club. I increase my pace picturing her undressing for me. Laying her self out as if in tribute for me to feast on. Taking her breasts in my mouth to suckle her n*****s as she moans deeply, running her fingers through my hair. Kissing my way down her stomach to steal kisses from her lips below and tasting the nectar that would be waiting. Remembering the way she washed me in this very shower. Seeing her naked form before me as she cared for me.  Moving my hand faster, harder I can feel my release coming. Finally I see my self taking her. Thrusting my engorged c**k deep within her. Riding her until her core clenches around me and we both find release over and over again screaming each other’s names in pleasure. “Sabella” I choke her name as I c*m all over the shower, pumping long minutes before I’m fully spent. As I straighten and wash it occurs to me. This is the first time I’ve m*********d in 8 long centuries.