Make Your Move Katherine

Fantasy Memory

It had been four days since finding out the gruesome details of her early childhood and the third time being bitten by Oscar. Kat was discovering that her brain seemed to be faster than usual. Something inside her was changing and she did not mean the non-existence markings of her previously wounded neck.

Somehow, she had known it would vanish by the time, they had returned to the castle that day she had visited her mother’s first husband. Her real father- wrong words, the one whose DNA she shared. Her real father is Michael in every way, he raised her and whether Kat’s mother had cheated on her biological father or not, Michael was the man in her life. Jake Wei was only her sperm donor as far as she understood- whether involuntarily or not.

If her mother was indeed evil and killed an innocent man then that still had yet t be proven. When that moment comes, Kat vowed that she would personally go with the royal guards and care for his grave in the proper way a child should. From the duty in their hearts as one would to a parent, until her last breath.

Until then, Michael is her father.

Miriam, bless her heart, swore to Kat that she never knew either as her deceased husband mentioned it not once. Later that day however she called back and declared to Kat that Michael must have loved her as his own. Kat had wept when Miriam sent her pictures of Michael when she was around six years old, riding a bicycle.

“Michael is your father in every way,” her step-mother had wept and Kat had nodded through her own tears, grunting in agreement.

Ju’s theory had been proven wrong when she said maybe Kat had jumbled her memories and placed Michael as her father in her mind. Speaking of which, she was still awaiting the mage’s presence, in her office right now, who claimed she had something to explain to her.

Kat’s mind came up with Jake’s death was planned because the reports suggested so. Her mother’s passport and personal belongings were missing. A witness stated that she had seen Dianne leaving the night of the murder, with a suitcase and driving away.

“She never went anywhere without the little one and the girl was not with her, so I found it strange when she did not return with the child from school,” the skinny meth addict, looking woman on the video was saying as she looked back behind her. “And the lights did not come on. So, I called the civilian police the next morning when I saw the place so quiet. I knocked to borrow some sugar you see,” the woman bit on her nails nervously as she looked back, “and they did not answer.”

Kat remembered the clip. The woman had to be chosen to fake the witness account. Why would a woman that lived almost five houses away know if lights were off? Or even want to borrow sugar as she stated. It was staged. Seeing the woman was high on some sort of substance Kat knew she had been chosen for that specific purpose- to mess up if necessary. Or maybe she was the only one available at the time- who knew?

Kat needed to know however. Since it was more than fifteen years ago, she knew her chances of meeting the woman were slim and if she was found her memory would have faded by now. It was a chance she was willing to take- but she is queen and she could not. She would have to trust someone to do it for her- the same people that messed up the investigation in the first place.

Oscar had said he informed her as soon as he found out. What great timing she had thought but Anthony assured her that Oscar indeed was thinking that he was easing her hurt. How twisted was his mind that he was under the impression that learning news like that was good- in any way? Did he think that she would just forget Michael and run to Jake? Kat let her mind wrap around that...Oscar was a bit twisted. Does he really think so? That he helped her- that he thought he was really helping her?

As crazy as that was, just why would he even want to ease her hurt, when he seemed so hell-bent on causing it? Did he really have her mother locked away? Kat was afraid to ask him but knew she has to build the courage to face the vampire king to question him about it. But how does one question a vampire about a sore subject, without aggravating it?

Her mind strayed to Oscar then. He was always at the back of her mind, no matter what she was doing or thinking about and every chance her mind slipped; he surfaced- like now.

His mouth on hers. Her neck. Memory played and her heavy eyelids closed down. Kat sucked in a breath and suppressed a moan opening her eyes. Why, why, why- she pulled at the roots of her hair. Why was the demon on her mind so much?

Ever since that night- that last time when he fanged her, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. Even when she thought of Anthony when she slept away... Oscar occupied her fantasies now. Just what was he doing in her room in the first place?

She covered her eyes with her hands, leaning back releasing a loud frustrated sound when her thoughts troubled her again. Did she ask him to kiss her? Beg him? She remembered her dream-like fantasy that night; “Say my name,” she had begged him.

She groaned again, then a wail followed.

She remembered clamping down on his neck with her teeth, gently before he had fisted her hair, pushing her head back a bit before his own fangs sank into her flesh- wait- Kat’s eyes widened and she sat erect on her chair.

‘Did I want him to bite me?’

One of her hands reached up and rubbed on the area his teeth seemed to be so fond of. If she was a vampire and someone arched their neck up to her…then she would bite-no? Was she telling him to do so unconsciously when she nibbled his neck? The memory of his lips on her had her in a dr*g- like state once more and she fisted her small hand on her lap.

Kat’s stomach grew warm and flutters were felt running down. She clamped her legs together leaning back on the chair when she felt the tremors running down her thighs then intensifying between them. In all her life, Kat never felt this way- not even when she was sixteen and was in the hotel room about to lose her virginity. Not even when Scott had reigned kisses all over her body.

Not when she had dated that guy in college and they were so horny all the time. Not counting the disaster of the night when they broke up- when he had pointed her and screamed that she was possessed but all the gyrating and make-out sessions before that.

But only that night with Oscar. Even in her fantasies with Anthony, she did not feel this way. It was the memory of Oscar’s lips…and his alone. From the first night back in her apartment when he made out with her neck, without kissing her. The shower- his naked body on hers. Kat moaned. His beautiful heaven-sent, yet sinful body, wet and lathered by her- his low toned- 'Katherine.'

She hissed when her memory played the sound out to her and her eyes hooded heavily. Her mind played over his full firm lips on hers, her soft bre*sts pressing against his hard one. His steel-like arms around her small frame as he crushed himself to her. Her legs around his waist.

"Whatever, it’s just a fantasy- not real," she said to herself as she closed her eyes, succumbing to it.

She could feel the tips of his magical fingers raking the roots of her hair and massaging her scalp and she squeezed her legs tighter. Suddenly a loud knock was heard and Kat’s eyes flew open.

“My Queen-” the guard’s words were abruptly cut when the heavy office door flew back on its hinges and Oscar charged in. His steps halted for a half-second as he reached behind him and slammed the door shut before rushing to her.

Kat, who had not moved from her seat, could only watch as he reached down and his hands dug into her hair just as her fantasy memory from earlier. Her neck stretched up as he fisted a handful and left no room for pause as he angled his head and his mouth was on hers.

'But what if it is real?'