The Human Bride

Chapter 3

Rosalind yawed silently as Mikhail lead her down the cold and empty street by her hand. He looked down at the petite girl beside him and stopped. He stepped in front of her and wrapped his large muscular hands around her chest under her arms and lifted her to his chest. He placed one arm under her bum and one over her back to rub it lightly, Rosalind yawned again before putting her head in Mikhail's shoulder. He smiles gently at her fragile figure.

Mikhail walked to the dark solemn house. The outside was dimly lit with two old fashioned lanterns, the orange flame that gently flicked within the glass gave the house a spooky look at the dead of night. Mikhail let out a shaky breath as he walked slowly up the stone path. He stopped just before the old wooden door, which Mikhail was sure Natasha hadn’t changed since he had last been here when he was a young boy. Mikhail raised his hand and rapped hard on the solid door. The light inside the large house began to flicker in at rapid speed, this made Mikhail smile. The door then flung open. Mikhail could feel the hot air pour out of the open doorway. He smiled as his gaze fell upon his childhood friend and Natasha’s great-grandson, Soren. Soren was a hybrid of a flame demon and a vampire, he has blonde hair that appeared a brilliant red in the light. His tanned face fell to the side as he Mikhail with a toothy grin. Mikhail noted that Soren had his demon fangs showing.

“Good evening dear friend, to what do we owe this pleasure?” Sorens’ voice was noticeably deeper since the last time Mikhail had seen him

“Natasha wanted to teach Rosalind how to be a breeder” Mikhail responded motioning to the sleeping Rosalind whose hair now covered her face as she let out delicate soft snores. Soren just nodded and let Mikhail enter.

Mikhail laid Rosalind under the covers of a second-story bedroom. He wiped the loose strands of hair out of her face. He then turned to look at the person that was stood in the doorway. The boy who looked about 17 stood leaning against the door frame his brown mop of hair was in disarray, he wore no shirt and was only in a pair of lounge pyjama bottoms, his green eyes glistened in the light of the nearby light candle. The boy wore a tired smirk with his slight sun-kissed arms folded in front of his chest. Mikhail stood from his kneeling position and stalked over to the boy and as gently as he could, he placed one hand on the boys' exposed hip and one around his face. Mikhail pulled the boy into a passionate kiss. Their lips danced together furiously, the boy broke the kiss and pulled Mikhail pit of the room, and gently closed the door behind them both.

“I’m glad you are home,” the brunette boy said nuzzling his face in Mikhail's chest

“as am I Noah” Mikhail replied stroking the back of his hair. Noah lifted his face from Mikhail's chest and scrunched up his nose

“I bet you are,” he said in mock disgust, Mikhail raised his eyebrow and smirked.

“I will show you exactly how glad I am to see you” Mikhail whispered into his ear and Noah shuddered with excitement when Mikhail gently nipped at his soft ear lobe.

Mikhail lifted Noah over his shoulder with ease, Noah giggled as he was flung over his master's shoulder.

Rosalind awoke to sunlight streaming through the slightly open curtains, shining directly on to her face. Rosalind scrunched her face up in an attempted to block out some of the unwanted light. With a sleepy grunt, she sat up and rubbed her crusty eyes. Blinking, Rosalind inspected the expansive room she was put in. The walls, which were painted white, were (to Rosalind) at least twelve feet tall, all the furniture was wooden and made out of light oak, the floor, however, was a reddish-brown wooden flooring which had a shiny look to it, the bed was an old-style four-poster with a canopy, the mattress felt as if Rosalind as laying on a cloud and the bedding was a satin gold sheet with a black and gold duvet with a black pillow that is twelve inches thick and they too felt like clouds.

Rosalind slipped out of the bed. Her small, pale feet landed on the cool floor. To Rosalind's surprise, the air around her was quite warm. She padded towards the tall oak door and laid her hand on the cold metal knob. Rosalind blows a small breath of air out mouth then twisted the doorknob. Pulling the door towards her Rosalind finds herself in a well-lit hallway. The walls were cream coloured, the woodwork was a dark oak colour and the floor was the same at it was in the room Rosalind- a shiny brownish red floorboards. A loud continuous knocking noise confused Rosalind. Tiptoeing down the hallway she noticed the noise can from across the hall four doors down. She quietly put her ear to the door, listening to whatever the noise was that can from beyond. A harsh grunt and small whimper can from beyond the thick oak door. Rosalind gasped, in a panic, she burst the door open to reveal an obscene sight. Mikhail and a younger man n***d on the bed. The younger male was on his hands and knees, his face buried into the pillow that his hands were gripping. Mikhail was covered in sweat the dipped down all his muscles, his dark hair tousled and matted, his hands were spanning the younger man's hip pulling closer to his hips. Mikhail looked towards Rosalind with a surprised expression. Rosalind spun on her feet and left the room shutting the door behind her with a bright red glowing face that makes it look as if she was a Christmas tree light.