Moonlight Lovers

Fourteen

GODRIC opened the door to the parlour and found Selene looking horrified at her blood-stained hands. Godric strongly shut off the urge that was kicking inside him at the sight of Selene, a spellblood, with bloodied hands.

He swallowed hard. “Selene,” he called, walking towards her.

When she looked up, he met a pair of eyes full of fear and disgust. Selene immediately ran past them, straight down the stairs, and out of the house.

“Selene, wait!” Silas called. He ran to follow Selene, but Godric stopped him.

“I’ll talk to her,” Godric said.

Silas stopped and studied his face. “Alright. I understand.”

Godric quickly caught up to Selene, who had already reached the bottom of the stairs and was sprinting out of the house. She ignored the servants who saw her with her blood-stained hands and asked what happened to her. She immediately opened the door and ran outside to the wide front lawn.

He could hear her soft panting, the sound of the drops of the rain as it touched her skin, the thud her feet made as she ran, and the sound of the dewy grass as she stepped on it while moving farther and farther away from the house.

In a moment, he was behind her. He reached out his hands and pulled her.

Selene gasped when she felt a strong pair of arms around her tiny waist that ultimately stopped her from running. “No! No, let me go!” She frantically screamed, instantly recognizing who captured her.

“Selene, please calm down. I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to talk to you,” Godric pleaded.

He could smell the scent of her barley shampoo, but most of all the sweet, inviting smell of her blood. He pressed his lips together as he stopped her from struggling.

“Let me go! Please, please, let me go!” She cried.

“Selene, please. I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” He talked near her ear.

She was sobbing harder. “No, let me go! Don’t kill me, please! Don’t kill me.”

Godric was stunned. “I’m not going to kill you. Please, listen to me. Let’s go back. I’ll explain everything.”

“No!”

They both fell to the soft ground as Selene kept struggling. Godric put her beneath him and pinned her hands on the grass. “Selene, look at me! Please, just look at me and listen to me!”

She kept her eyes closed, crying. “No! You will kill me, too. I know you will. Just like how a monster killed my parents. Please, let me go…”

Godric was surprised at what he heard. “I’m not going to do that, Selene. Please, just look at me.”

“Let me go, I’m begging you…” Her voice had turned into silent sobs.

Godric pressed his forehead on hers. “I’m not a monster. You have to believe me. I’m not a monster,” he whispered.

“Please, I won’t tell anyone about this. Just let me go,” she said almost quietly. She finally opened her eyes.

“No, I want to talk to you, please,” he stared at her eyes. “Selene, trust me.”

The rain started growing heavier, and both of them started to get soaked in rain.

“Please, Selene?” Godric asked again.

He listened to her helpless sobbing until she finally and very slowly nodded.

SILAS handed Selene a cup of hot tea after putting three layers of towel around her body. Her hands were still trembling so he had to wrap her fingers around the cup.

Selene looked up at Silas, astonished. “Your hands are warm.”

Silas barely smiled. “Well, I’m human.”

There was a short silence. “Did you know that Godric is…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. “That he is—”

“Yes,” he responded right away. “Ever since I was young, I knew about it.”

Selene started crying again. “Silas, I’m scared.”

“Shh, it’s okay, Selene.” He gently patted her head. “You don’t need to be scared. He’s not going to hurt you, you have to trust that.”

She looked at his face. How could she do that? “But he’s a—”

The door suddenly opened and Godric Octavius sauntered inside Silas’s room where they were. Selene was silent, studying the man. He looked fine compared to her. He has changed into some nice, dry clothes and looks like he was not just pelted in rain. Silas had loaned her some of his clothes and three thick towels, yet her body was still trembling.

“Immortality perks,” Godric suddenly said. “We never get sick.”

Selene’s brows wrinkled. He keeps saying things that sound like a response to what was going through her head. This has been happening randomly tonight. “Can you read people’s minds? Is that one of your thing?”

Godric shook his head. “No. But I can hear some of your thoughts. Only a very few of them.”

She pulled the towels over her body tightly under her neck. “I thought you said you would be honest with me.”

“I am honest, Selene. The whole night I was telling the truth. I just withheld some information that I know would scare you away if you knew.”

“So, you lied!” Selene huffed weakly. “Is this how you survive? You lure people by offering them something they couldn’t refuse, so you can kill them and drink their blood?”

Godric was silent. What Selene said was not entirely untrue. He had done that many times before in a desperate attempt to satiate the monstrous thirst that will never actually completely go away.

“Selene,” Silas spoke. “That’s not true. Godric took you here without the intention to harm you.”

“I don’t believe that,” she said, her voice full of resentment. “Weren’t you going to take me home, Silas? I’d like to leave right now.”

Godric stepped closer to her and tried to touch her hands. But she immediately pulled away. He tightened his jaw and straightened up. “Silas, can you leave us alone?”

It caused panic to reflect in Selene’s eyes. “No!” She sought Silas. “No, I want to leave now, Silas, please!”

Silas responded to Godric and ignored Selene’s begging. “Yes, sir.” He walked outside the room, closing the door after him.

What followed next was dead silence as Selene and Godric stared at each other.

Godric heard the receding sound of Silas’s shoes as he walked down the hall, away from the parlour. When he was confident that Silas was out of earshot, he turned to Selene. But as soon as he faced her, he felt hot tea dripping down his chest when Selene threw her cup at him before it dropped to the floor and broke into pieces.

Selene got up after the distraction she made and quickly went for the door. But she stopped and her eyes grew wide when she realized that the door was locked. From the outside.

“No…” She keeps twisting the doorknob. When nothing was happening, she pounded on the door. “No, no, no, no, no! Silas! Silas, please! Please, let me out of here!”

“There’s no use trying to run away. I just want to talk to you. For you to understand this,” Godric said.

She spun around, leaned against the door, holding the doorknob tightly until her knuckles turned white. “Talk to me? To understand what? That you are going to kill me so that you could drink my blood?”

“I’m not going to kill you.”

“If that’s true, you will let me leave.”

Selene was flustered when, in a blink of an eye, Godric was already standing inches away from her. She slowly shook her head, tears rolled down her cheeks. “No, please…”

“I will show you that what I am will not kill you,” he said in a very low voice in her ears, his lips slightly brushing her earlobes.

When she tried to push him, Godric caught her hands and pinned them on the door. “Someone, please… Help me…”

Godric lowered his face to her neck and Selene struggled trying to be free from him. His hands were like steel vises locking her wrists against the leaf of the door. When she felt Godric’s soft lips against the skin of her neck, she breathed helplessly.

“Help me!” She screamed. But it felt like no one could hear her. “Please! Anyone!”

Godric opened her mouth and Selene felt two sharp fangs sink into her skin.

Selene stopped screaming. She gasped loudly, and her eyes widened and her head touched the door she was leaning on to. Her breathing had turned slower and slower and she thought she was going to die soon.

But when she took another breath, she felt the air fill her lungs. And suddenly she started feeling something different.

She felt warm all over her body like hot blood was coursing through her veins. A sensation quickly followed and it was something she could not explain or had ever experienced before. But it felt so, so good. Like a wave of overwhelming euphoria just hit her chest, exploding into a thousand beautiful fireworks, and she felt so alive.

Godric had slowly released her hands when she was no longer struggling, his face was still on her neck. Selene clung to his shoulders for support when she felt weakened by such a pleasurable experience. Her hands clutched at his shirt.

She noticed that her breathing had become short. Like she just ran a mile or something. She felt ecstatic and exhilarated.

Selene felt Godric sucking on her skin and she shut her eyes. Involuntarily, a moan escaped her throat. She bit the side of her lips.

After a few seconds, Godric was gently kissing and sucking the skin where he thrust his fangs. He slowly pulled away to look at her face.

She felt hazy like she was drugged. She tried to focus her eyes on Godric who was staring longingly at her lips. “What was that?” She asked in between breaths.

“That’s how your very first would feel exactly like,” he simply said.

“I don’t understand. Shouldn’t I be dead?”

Godric lifted and carried her in his arms, laying her down carefully on the sofa. “No, because what I am will not kill you. And like I said I didn’t take you here to harm you,” he whispered.

“Did you…” She paused. “Did you really drink my blood?”

He nodded.

“I don’t understand what just happened,” she insisted.

“You don’t have to understand everything, Selene.” Godric took her hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles. “But what you need to know is that you are safe with me.”

A crease formed on her forehead. She was more baffled by his response.

“I’ll get a room ready for you. Stay here tonight,” he said before standing up to leave the room. “I promise to talk to you properly tomorrow. So, please stay. And don’t run away from me again.”

Selene tore her gaze away from the door to stare at the ceiling when the door closed. She pressed her legs together remembering the intense emotion that was going through her while Godric was sucking the blood from her neck.

This was like my dreams, she thought. But the sensation was stronger and more passionate. Suddenly, she wanted more. She wanted to know how further to the edge will the pleasure take her.

She shut her eyes and all she could see was Godric’s face.