Desire becomes Her

Chapter 30

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David's sixth birthday came and went.  The party was small, nowhere near what he had been given in the past.  She was grateful for that; she didn't want him thinking he could have whatever he wanted anymore.  He was starting to frighten her a little bit.  For so young, his mind was far more mature.  He spoke to her like he was her equal and his vocabulary was growing.  He still begrudged Lucian, yelling threats at him and acting up when she had had enough with him and locked her doors.  One would think she was afraid of her own child.  Truth was, the more time the boy spent with Lucifer, the more she did fear him.

David had kept the whole house awake the previous night. Banging on the door, screaming in that ancient language he had been taught only a year before.  Lucian and she had lay in bed an hour trying to ignore him before Lucian had finally gotten up and dragged David to his room.  The two of them had barely spent any time together over the last months and she was just as desperate as he was to get some alone time.  The war had made it hard for her to see him. It was amazing how her feelings had changed toward him, so many years ago she was afraid of him, hated him, and loathed what she was to him.  And now she found herself missing him, and worrying about him.

"How much longer do we have to deal with this?” She was frustrated and sat up against the pillows and frowned at him.

"Well, let’s see...he's six, it started when he turned three...so. Four more years." Sitting down on the edge of the bed he ran his hands over his face and then over his head.  He could still hear David screaming down the hall way.  Leaning over he kissed her and offered a smile.

"He's so jealous of you, Lucian, but he hates me." She continued to speak as soon as their lips had parted, staring into the darkness.   She looked down at him, as he lounged across the bed, his head in her lap.  He just laughed at her worry.

"Lucifer is just putting ideas in his head, Addy.  Speaking of which...when do you have to go to him next?" She smirked a little, let her head tilt back against the heavy wooden headboard.

"Uhh...I'm not sure.”  Lucifer had been requesting her company while Lucian was away doing all his dirty work.   Though something she had initially enjoyed; something she had started herself a little over two years ago was now something she no longer looked forward to. "Aren't you insanely jealous, knowing what we do while you are away?"

"Yes."

"I only do because I have to..."  A long slow breath escaped and she continued to play with his hair absently.  "Why does he always send you?  Why can't he send himself and leave you here for a while?"

"Because Legion failed and when he fails, it’s my turn to lead. I think he wants you to himself my Lovely."  He reached up and touched her face a moment.  "I'm not sure I can blame him."

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"You can get dressed now."  He waved his hand at her from the oversized bed he lay in.  She rolled her eyes and picked her clothes up from the floor and smirked at him.

"I'm not your f*****g w***e you know..."

"You are tonight."  He gave a contented sigh and leaned back against black silk pillows and put his hands behind his head. Standing at the end of the bed, one hand on her hip she looked at him.

"Are we done?"

"Maybe. Come here." Lips pursed to keep back an insult she moved around the side of the bed and stood, head c****d to one side.  "I think...perhaps my blood loving friend over there might want to play with you for a while.”

"You're crazy. No."  She was aware that someone else had been in the room for the last hour and a half, but she didn't know who, or where they were.   A tall slender woman with auburn hair walked from the shadows and smiled to her.

"I’ve heard rumors, that the blood of Christ runs in your veins...I’ve never tasted such a thing."  She had an accent, Germanic in origin, but older than the modern German language.  She walked up to Addison, ran her hand over her shoulder to her neck and took in a breath.

She looked to the woman and pulled away.  “I’m leaving."

"And I think I'm in the mood for a little more fun."  He waved his hand at the tall woman and she suddenly felt her arm across her body, one hand moving her hair to one side.   She couldn't move, this woman was strong and she felt a burning in the muscle that tied her neck to her shoulders, like two knives slicing into her skin.  Lucifer chuckled a little. "Meet Marguerite, the first of her kind.  I created this fine piece of work around 500 b.c.  Believe it or not, vampires don't populate the world quite as much as you'd think."

She winced, closed her eyes as the blood left her body; she was getting dizzy.  "Don't let her kill me." 

"Oh, she won't."   It was the last thing she heard as she felt herself sinking to the floor, Marguerite still clinging to her body as she went with her.    When she woke up, she woke up in her room alone, like she had simply been slung there like a rag doll.  She was dressed at least, but red stained her skin, and she had several bite marks on her; though the only one that had broken through the skin was the one on her neck; which throbbed. This was her life while Lucian was gone.  Lucifer was angry with her, and so instead of just punishing her and getting on with it, he toyed with her instead.  All for telling David where his lineage really lie.  She was not sure it had actually been worth telling the secret, David was just as angry as Lucifer it seemed at who his father was.  She rolled over on the bed, scooting herself up so her head lie on a pillow and saw David standing in the door way.  "Are you alright, mother?"   She didn't move, her head was spinning and she felt woozy and weak. 

"Yes, baby, I'm okay.  Come here?"  She lifted a hand and beckoned him over and he made his way to the bed and climbed in with her, tucking himself beside her like he had in the past.  He pulled her arm over his body and lay there quiet.  She kissed his head, his dark hair smelled of incense as it often did now.  He was getting tall and lanky, that chubby face he had as a toddler had thinned out and his arms and legs were long and skinny.  "You haven't come to lay with me in a long while, David."

"Don't tell Lucifer!"  His request was desperate and she shushed him and hugged him close.

"I won't tell, I promise."

"I miss you mother.  I wish I could have you all to myself.  I don't want to share you with anybody."  His vocabulary still often surprised her.  He spoke more like an adult would rather than a six year old.  But he was a smart boy, and far older in his mind than his body lead on.

"I miss you too, David.  But you can't have me all to yourself.  It's selfish, and greedy.  The jealousy has to stop.  All you have to do is ask and I will spend time with you.  I've told you that before.  But you can't continue your behavior and expect me to just ignore it."  She watched as he twisted that ring around her finger and realized it was comfort to him.  A constant since he could remember.

"Okay Mama, I'll try."

"I know you will."  She brushed his hair back, kissed his head and closed her eyes.