Eternal Damnation

Chapter 13

-Aurora POV-  

I take a deep breath. My body relaxes. It has been a couple of hours now that Ezekiel has given me that medication. I did feel some pain but it was bearable. I did not blackout or scream.  

"So you really are a doctor?" I ask Ezekiel. 

He sits next to me, watching me. The other two just left to get food because the food Wolf ordered never arrived. Needless to say, he was very angry. 

"Yes. Is it that surprising?" 

I smile. "Maybe a little bit but just because you are a vampire.” 

"It was actually quite convenient back in the day." He says. 

"When did you..." I trail off. 

"Become a doctor? He asks. 

I nod. 

"Before I became a vampire." He says and looks down as if remembering. "Well, I was studying to be a doctor before I became this. A few centuries later, I decided to go back at it and finish what I started." 

I look at him with a lot of sentiment.  

It would seem that most people would think of immortal life as a gift but it is not. It is a curse to watch those around you disappear. To watch others around you grow old and die.  

As if he can read my mind, he leans in and tugs a hair from my face. 

"You are not alone Aurora." His eyes hold sincerity. Something I have learned that is not easily found in others. 

"But we are alone Ezekiel. I can see it in your eyes. The pain, the same pain I have. Eternal damnation... a fitting name for a curse as such." 

His eyes never waver from mine and not once do they lose the gentle gaze he gives me. "Then we'll be alone together." 

I smile. "A vampire and an ugly burned witch... seems like a book in the making." 

Ezekiel smiles. "Trust me, you are anything but ugly.” 

My eyes widen when in his eyes I see want. Want towards me.  

He leans in as he stares directly into my eyes. "May I give you a kiss?" He asks. 

I am beside myself. No man has ever been so bold to me. My younger ventures have been out of spontaneity so this makes me nervous. 

He looks at me as he waits for my answer. 

"I've been wanting to kiss you since I first saw you. I've been wanting to taste those beautiful lips..." His eyes roam down to my chest. "...amongst other things." He whispers.

(Oh... I think I am dying.) 

I can't breathe at this moment. My body feels hot and not a single word will come out of my mouth. 

His eyes go up and intently look at mine. He smiles and caresses my cheek. 

"Your face is red darling. Are your thoughts impure at the moment?" He gives me a knowing smile. 

I want to scream but not a muscle moves on my body. 

He chuckles as he sees my expression.  

I am silent. 

He then moves closer and his mouth is now almost touching my ear. 

"Do you want to know what I would really love to do right now?" He whispers in my ear.  

A shiver runs through my spine. 

I finally move and slowly nod, wanting and thrilled to know what else is on his mind. 

"I would love to have my lips on your skin and have them touch every inch of you. Licking, kissing, nibbling... sucking." 

My body reacts to the images he has put in my mind. My skin shivers and my breasts harden, my privates between my inner thighs moisten. 

His hand rests on my thigh where his thumb starts to caress.  

I take a deep breath, noticing now that I was not breathing. When I exhale, it comes out in stutters.  

“Would you let me?" He asks in a whisper. 

His eyes are hooded and burn with desire which surprises me.  

I am not a very desirable-looking woman right now. But he looks at me as if I was the thing that he wanted most in this world. 

I don't even have to think about it. I would let this man reck me. 

I slowly nod without saying a word. A small smile plays on the corner of his mouth but then his face changes to one of annoyance and then leans away from me. Taking away the amazing sensation his breath was giving as it hit my skin every time he whispered. 

He takes that irritation and looks towards the door before it even opens with Wolf and Abigail walking in. It now registers that I could hear them outside of the door talking and trying to open it but at that moment, my senses were not focusing on them.  

I glance at Ezekiel who gets up and walks away. It dawns on me that I would let this man do anything he wanted to me. In fact, I want him to have his way with me. I want him to do to me everything that comes into his head and the fact that he is a vampire doesn't scare me at all, it thrills me. 

"You have never had tacos before, have you?" Abigail asks now inside and looking at me. 

I look away, feeling embarrassed, and shake my head. 

She and Wolf put bags on a table and then she stares at Wolf for a moment. 

"Hey Wolf, are you a scaredy-cat?" Abigail asks.  

"What? No." Wolf says reaching into one of the bags. "Ah! WHAT THE f**k!" Wolf screams. 

He throws the bag on the floor and jumps back while Abigail starts to laugh and Ezekiel smirks as he shakes his head. 

"There is a f*****g spider in there!" Wolf shouts. 

Abigail continues to laugh and grabs the bag. She puts her hand in and takes out a real, live, breathing, spider. 

"This is Leon, my tarantula." She says. 

"You still have that thing?" Ezekiel asks. 

"Yes, she can live up to thirty years if taken cared of properly." She says as she lets the spider walk on her hands. 

"Wait... she? And you named her Leon?" Wolf asks looking disgusted. 

"Yes, I named her after my vexing cousin. I knew it would piss him off so I named her the same." 

She walks to the corner of the room where a small clear box sits and she puts the spider inside. 

I remember her taking it from the motorcycle before but it was covered so we never saw what it was. 

"Who the hell carries a spider with them when they travel?" Wolf asks looking shocked. 

"Someone who was raised in a crazy family." Ezekiel mumbles. "You should meet her aunt. Thats' where it all comes from." 

"Na thanks." Wolf says but I start to giggle seeing the expression he makes at Abigail. 

He just stares at her like she is from another world. 

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The next day, in the early afternoon, Abigail and I seem to find ourselves in what Abigail called a mall. A place where there are many stores clustered together. It is quite brilliant actually. To have everything you need all together in the same spot almost like an inside modern market but much bigger.  

The men went their way to find their own clothes. 

"These are gowns?" I ask. 

"Yes. Aren't they beautiful?" 

"Yes, they are. But... so different." 

"So which one do you like?" Abigail asks. 

"Well... in my time, bold colors were not something respectable women would use. But it seems it is a common thing now. I really like that bright red one." 

Abigail smiles. "Come on. Try it on." 

She takes me to the changing cubicles which I now know are NOT for horses. 

I change into the dress that is simple to put on. It would take me more than five minutes to get into a dress back in the sixteen hundreds because they had so many layers of clothing.  

Once I am done, I look into the mirror and hate what I see. Not the dress, it is beautiful and it does look amazing on me but my scars ruin it. I close my eyes and tears fall down my cheek. I give silent sobs trying not to make too much noise. 

“Hey, are you done? Do you need help?” Abigail says from the other side of the door. 

“No, I am almost done.” I say. 

I take a deep breath and wipe my face then, I come out and show Abigail. 

"It fits perfectly! Do you like it?" She asks with a big smile. 

"I do... but..." 

"No buts. Don't make a decision because of your scars. You look beautiful in it." 

I take a deep breath and nod.  

"Good. Now let's pay. After, we'll go eat and have some real girl time." 

When we are done, we get food and sit to eat.  

Aurora takes out Leon and lets it walk around the table. People that see this look at us like they are ready to run. 

“Do you take her with you everywhere you go?” I ask her. 

“Yes. She’s my best friend.” She says with a big smile. 

“Why a spider as a pet?” I ask curiously. 

I am sure she had many other choices. 

“Well, when I was younger, I wanted a pet but also, a partner.” 

“A partner? For what?” 

She gives me a wicked smile. “I like to... prank others a little. The moment I saw Leon and seeing how my dad reacted to her, I knew she would be the perfect partner.” 

I stare at her with nothing to say. My mind is black because I don’t know what to say to that. 

We continue talking but suddenly the conversation takes a different turn and I am embarrassed. 

"Well... it smelled like arousal in the room last night when Wolf and I got back. Next time we should probably get separate rooms." Abigail says with a teasing smile. 

My eyes widen. I can feel my face burn and I can tell you that this burn is worse than real fire... I'm exaggerating but I am mortified. 

"How... smelled?"  I ask incoherently. 

She starts laughing. "Werewolves have a superior sense of smell and hearing." 

"Yea and I can easily burn all your hair with a small spell if I had my powers but I am not about to do that!" I say. 

She laughs. "It's not something that we can control."  

“What else can you do?” 

She thinks for a moment. “Well, obviously you know we can shift, we can hear from far away and have a strong sense of smell. We are also really strong and fast, faster even in wolf form.” 

I nod already knowing all of that from what I have seen. 

“Do you know about mates?” She asks. 

“No, what is that?” 

“Well... when a werewolf finds a mate, it means that they are its partner for life. Think of it as marriage but a bit more complicated. Male werewolves imprint on a female... or male if that is their preference, I guess. The imprint creates a mate bond between them that grows with time. Then they mark each other and mate but before the marking, we have a rule. They have to go through the claiming ceremony. It is a ceremony that allows the claimed one to refuse the claim if she or he does not wish to be mated to the other. It is so that no one is forced to be another's mate because once there is a marking, it is permanent.” 

I am a bit horrified. “That seems scary. What if someone forces a mark?” 

“That is the problem.” She says. “It is permanent and that is why the claiming ceremony was created. I am sure it still does happen though, especially probably with rogues.” She says. 

I have so many questions but I don’t even know where to start.  

“Hey.” She says and then stares at me. "You can really burn my hair off?" 

I chuckle and nod.  

"Witches have elemental houses, right?" She asks and I am surprised she knows that. 

"That only applies to normal witches. An elemental house means that they can only do magic based on their element though they can also do minor spells for basic things like levitation or a charm. For example, witches whose family line is born with the gift of a certain element are powerful with magic from that element. But I am a Grand witch. I can use all the elements as long as I know the spells for them though I thrive more on one element." 

Her eyes widen. "I've never heard of such a thing but I guess it's because there are barely any of you left. What element do you thrive on?” 

I scratch my cheek. “Fire... ironic, isn't it.”  Pointy at my scars. 

She lowers her gaze with nothing to say but then looks at me again and then narrows her eyes at me. "If I were to... scare you, how would you react?" 

"Scare me? Why would you do such a thing?" I ask confused. 

She smiles. "For fun." 

I look at her with a horrified expression realizing that this girl is crazy.