Chapter 10

 

 

“Spring, I don’t mean I don’t want you, I just …” Putting my hands on his lips, I stop him, I don’t want to hear anymore, and my heart is breaking in two, and I have no clue why.

“Just stop, Mick,” I whisper. I get up, walking over to the couch and grab my package. Not looking over my shoulder, I snatch up Tanner and stomp up the stairs. At the top of the landing, I hear Mick mumbling, but I can’t make it out. Turning, I go into my bedroom. Tanner makes his way under the covers and down. Thinking about all that happened tonight, I shake my head and head right to the shower. Turning it on, I start ripping my bathing suit off, jumping into the shower I just want to wash all this away. Letting the water run down I watch as the blood runs off me and then down the drain. I must have spent over an hour in here. Turning off the water, I make my way out and throw on my robe. Looking at my hair, I hurry and comb it out and use the blow dryer, so I can sleep with it down. Not caring what the bathroom looks like, I brush my teeth and walk into the bedroom.

Opening the package, I find a note and an ancient book with sticky notes sticking out of specific pages. Walking over to the bed, I let the robe slide down onto the floor and get into bed. I haven’t slept with no clothes on for a long time, but even this robe is hurting my skin. I’ve never felt this way. Getting into bed, I cover up gently; Tanner snuggles close to my side. Running my hand down his little back, he settles in.

Looking at the stuff I got from my mom, I decided to read the letter first. Opening it up, I can see that is in my mom’s handwriting.

My beloved Spring,

There is so much I have to tell you that I don’t know where to start. So, I will begin at the beginning. You come from a long line of ancient gods; your father was one of them. I fell in love with him although he was the King of hell, he still could be kind, loving and gentle. But at the same time could be, mean, angry, and start wars. I’m telling you this because you are part of him. You must be going through changes by now, and you have no clue why, you have powers that are, unparalleled to those before you. You will be stronger, faster; your abilities will be exceptional.

Along with all this, you can talk to animals, something that no other could do before you. You, my dear, are a Queen. You will fight evil and stop them from taking over the world. Your guardians which you will meet will serve you, protect you, and you will bond with them. By now the old Princess should have come to you and told you about this. The reason why you are so unique my dear is because you are the last. By the time you entirely transform you will be immortal just like them.

Baby, I know this is all confusing, but this is your destiny. You will find love with your true mate. It’s not Michelle like they will have you believe. Your choices are a fairy, vampire, angel, werewolf, and a demon prince. Choose wisely my dear, your guardians are the fallen, and a demon will love you. All this is destined to happen, and you can’t change it. The only thing that you can is what side you will be on.

I’m told the bonding between you, and your guardians can be somewhat exciting, but you must pick them wisely. You will share your Blood and your bodies. I know this is all confusing, but it will all be okay. Because you are a Queen, many things will happen to you over the next few days. Some will hurt a little while others will be painful. Be careful my darling; there could be no better Queen. The most important thing is you can change most things.

 

With all my love,

MOM.

Putting the letter down, I grab my wine. Taking a long drink, I can’t believe what I just read. I knew I was different but all of this happening? And to sleep with my all my guardians? Well, apparently, Mom, you were wrong the one tonight one didn’t want me. Taking another drink of my wine, I open the book, looking through the pages it’s about archangels, demons, everything my mom wrote to me. I can’t believe it’s all here in a book. There’s a lot to it, so I decided to wait until tomorrow night and start reading it. Putting it on my nightstand, I reach over and turn off the light.

As I snuggle down into the blankets, there are just too many things on my mind. Tanner scoots up next to my chest and goes back to sleep. Putting my arm around him, I start to relax.

Looking around, I don’t know where I am. There’re trees and waterfalls. Seeing something up in the sky, I take my hand to shade my eyes trying to get a better look. As it comes into focus, I see that it’s an Angel. Taking a few steps back, he lands right in front of me. Looking at him, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. He’s tall, long black hair, and piercing ice-blue eyes. His shoulders are broad and his waist thinner. His wings are huge and white with blue on the tips. His hands are enormous, and the sword buckled at his hip is the same. Looking at his eyes, he’s doing the same as me—checking me out. He wears no expression on his face, so I can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“What do you want?” I ask him. Standing straight, I’m not going to show fear to this giant of a man

“I came to see you, Spring,” he says, taking a few steps closer, but I hold my ground.

“Why?”

“I wanted to see what it is about all the hype. I wonder who they made for me.”

“You’re extremely cocky, aren’t you?” I fume. Slowly, he grins, nodding his head.

“You are a Queen; I didn’t believe them, take your clothes off, Spring.” Looking him up and down, I start laughing.

“Why don’t you go jump in a lake, asshole?” I hiss. The look of shock passes across his face. But he covers it quickly; now the look is anger. Holding my ground, he storms up to me grabbing me by the neck. He doesn’t squeeze but holds firmly.

“You will not talk to me that way; do you know who I am? You should fear me …”

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that,” I sneer. “You are nothing to me. And by the way, get your damn hand off me,” I say. Bringing my knee up, I hit him in the balls. He lets go of my throat, and this is my chance. I smacked him across the face and ran. Looking around, I don’t know where to go. Looking at the trees, I head for them hoping that I can find some cover. Making it there, I duck behind a huge bush. I see him in the air. Oh, please wake up, wake up, Mick, where are you?

“He will pay for coming to you, Spring, I’m coming for you.”

 

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“Wake up, Spring, come on,” Mick says.

I feel someone shaking me. Opening my eyes, I see Mick sitting on the edge of the bed. Sitting straight up, I look around. Looking at him, I see him staring at my chest. Grabbing the blanket, I pull it up, blushing I look down, I see something blue on my side, my stomach starts to hurt as well.

“Spring, let me see it, please,” he murmurs gently to me. Still breathing hard from my dream, I shake my head, pulling the covers up tighter to myself. Mick runs his hands through his hair.

“Spring, I can’t help you if you don’t let me,” he says.

“Now you want to help me? Last night you didn’t want to be near me, remember?” I snap. Screw him. Throwing the blankets back, I stand up. Mick’s mouth drops open, looking down I already know I’m naked, but I was unprepared for the huge, intricate tattoo on my ribs. Taking my hands, I trace the pattern; it starts on the side of my breast with swirling lines making their way down my ribs continuing down and wraps around my hip. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I meet Mick’s eyes. Walking over to me, he gets on one knee and bows his head.

“My Queen.” He raises his hand to his neck taking the knife and making a small cut. I watch the blood start running down from the wound to his bare chest. My stomach tightens, and my mouth starts watering.

“Mick?” Looking at him closer, I see that he’s shaking.

“My Queen, I am honored, and you need to feed,” he says. Something is pulling me to him, sauntering to him, my hips swaying as I go. Standing before him, I run my hand through his hair; his face placed near my stomach, I can feel his hot breath on me.

“Please, Spring,” he begs.

Dropping to my knees, I look into his eyes. He gently wraps his hand around my head pulling me into him; our bodies are pressed firmly together. “Please.” As I turn my head, my lips are on his neck right above the cut. Shyly, I take the tip and run it down the cut; I feel him shiver, his arms tighten around me like he doesn’t want to let me go.

Licking him, he moans, shifting, I can feel his hard dick pressed against my stomach. Opening my mouth, I gently start to suck, pulling the blood into my mouth. I thought it would make me sick, but it does the opposite. I want more; I want him inside me. Sucking harder, Mick wraps his other arm around me picking me up as he stands. I don’t stop sucking until he gently lays me on the bed. Feeling all his weight on top of me, I give his neck one last lick. My eyes make their way to his, sucking in a big gulp of air I can’t believe what I see. Pure raw desire, mixed with love. How can that be?

“Mick, why did you come up here tonight?” I ask him, moving closer to cuddle up on the side of him.

“You needed my help, Spring; I had to come, what was going on in your dream?”

“I was by the waterfall and met an archangel, he was an asshole,” I say. I feel Mick tense up.

“Spring, may I go into your mind and see for myself, I promise that’s all I will look at and never without your permission.”

Nodding, I watch as he takes my head into his hands and closes his eyes. After about ten minutes, he lets go.

“Oh, Spring, did you have to call him an asshole and then knee him?”

“He was a dick, Mick. Who was he?”

“Oh, that was just Michelle, the head off all the angels and the fallen. He’s going to be pissed, Spring, watch yourself. And he heard you call to me, that’s not going to go over well.”

“What do you mean?” I sit up looking at him. I didn’t mean to cause trouble for him.

“It’s nothing. It’s OK. Why don’t we try and get a couple of hours of sleep?”

Mick moves to lie down and adjusts me to the side of him so that my head is on his chest. He runs his hand up and down my back.

“Thanks for coming, Mick.”