Time is a fascinating thing. It changes things, it changes
people. Whether it be physical or mental, there is always a
change. Even in death time changes the make up of what that
person once was. Interesting thing indeed. And so it seemed as if
time had changed Eliza. The beauty sat inside her room by the
fire place, humming to herself as she practiced her embroidering.
It seemed as if that was all she did the whole day, but it was
better than sitting by the window staring aimlessly at nothing.
Honestly, if she didn't have the joy of her daughter to keep her
company, she would go insane from the silence. She looked up from
her needle work and smiled as Scarlet changed the page in her
book. She was always more interested in reading than needle work.
Eliza had tried to prick her daughter's interest in the art but
her heart wasn't there. She would spend hours upon hours with her
nose in books and if not there, lying on her back in the lake.
Eliza liked that her daughter loved doing her own thing. When she
was her age, her parents had deprived her of a free will. Even to
this day she found herself still following their laws.
Scarlet had been a wonder as a babe; something to stop
and marvel for as long as she would have you. Her beauty had
grown to surpass her mother's and she was only ten and seven.
Amazing. Though if anyone was to see the two together, they would
not really suspect Eliza to be her mother. Aaron had been right.
She hadn't aged since becoming his mate. In truth, Eliza had been
taken by her mate at ten and eight, which meant she was 35 years
old but looked just as young as she had that night. She wasn't
sure how she felt about being altered into being something other
than human, but to know that she could live forever with the love
of Aaron and Scarlet, well that realization wiped away all her
worries. However, of late, particularly since Scarlet turned ten
and six years old, his presence was scarce. At that thought she
looked into the crackling flames and felt her eyes stinging. He
kept telling her that it was nothing to worry about and that she
should just see to their daughter's proper upbringing. She in
turn would ask him if he supposed that Scarlet only needed a
mother for this and not a father as well. Eliza saw the anger in
his eyes when she'd asked this and immediately she'd apologize
and vowed to never ask again. She loved him, heavens she did, but
of late she didn't know who he was or what he was up to. She felt
he was hiding something from her. Not just him, but Eyola as
well. Eyola's kindness had dimmed over the years. She hardly
spoke to Eliza and once she was sure she saw the woman grimace at
her. Perhaps her fairytale life was about to wither away right
before her. A tear slid down her check and she found another
followed right behind it.
"Why do you cry mother?" Eliza jumped at not just the sound of
her daughter's voice but the proximity. When had she moved so
close? Eliza watched her kneel in front of her and grasp her
hands. Scarlet had no doubt inherit something from her father
that made her so different. Eliza could feel it, but her daughter
would always say she felt normal. She touched her daughters face
and smiled in spite of the water in her eyes.
"Do not fret for me my daring. I just miss your father so much,
it makes me weep." She said, only half of it true.
"There is no need to worry about father; he said he had much to
do. Till he comes back, you have me. Is that not good enough?"
Scarlet's words cut deep. She hadn't meant to make her feel less
than she was worth. Eliza pulled her daughter into her grasp and
held onto her. She felt horrible for making Scarlet ask such a
"Oh Scarlet...you are my everything. I will lose all my bearings
if I did not have you."
Scarlet held her mother and waited for her tears to stop before
"I was wondering mother..." She trailed off.
"Yes what is it darling?" Eliz coaxed.
"Would you make me something? Like a present that I can always
have and will never grow old?" It was the first her daughter had
ever really asked her for something. Scarlet was always too
content with what she had to ever find time to ask for anything.
Immediately Eliza felt compelled to give her daughter this one
thing she wanted so badly.
"Anything you'd like my dear. What is it that you would have me
She watched her daughter's mind tick as she tried to think of the
perfect gift. Eliza knew it would be something that she will wear
because she'd asked her to make it. Scarlet's lips curled up in a
wicked grin and she turned her eyes on her mother.
"I know what I'd like. Winter is coming soon and I would really
love something warm I can wear. Perhaps you can make me a cloak
with a lovely hood."
Eliza smiled at her daughter's choice and nodded as she tried to
picture Scarlet in a lovely cloak. Perhaps something bright and
brilliant. Maybe something of wool and silk; something that would
not itch her skin in the frosty weather.
"That sounds wonderful Scarlet. I can do that. What color would
you prefer? Perhaps something emerald to carry off your eyes and
"What's my name mother?" Scarlet interrupted with a mischievous
grin. Eliza frowned at her and answered. What could her little
beloved be up to?
"Well that is the color then. A stunning scarlet red to match my
hair and my name." Eliza saw that she was very serious. Surely
her daughter could pull of the bold color, but the color was just
that…bold. She was still so young and Eliza's mother had always
taught her that the color was for harlots. Amazing that even now
she still followed the strict laws of her mother when so many
years had passed. Her mother…
Oh how she missed her. Heavens it felt as if so much time and so
many events had flew by and still no word of her mother. When
she'd ask Aaron to check on her the look he'd given Eliza made
her loath the hour she'd requested it. So much was changing and
Eliza was still the same. Odd.
"Mother? Where did you go again?" Scarlet asked as she touched
her mother's cheek. Eliza looked up at her daughter and still
found that this young beauty could be so enchanted. How she loved
that about her but fear that she would have to keep her as her
mother had kept her.
"I' m still here my love. I was simply thinking on how to start
your present. I have just the material for it, but the hour is
late and it is time for all maidens to be to bed." Eliza patted
Scarlet's thigh and her daughter arose with a groan of
"But mother I'm hardly sleepy. Can't I stay up a bit longer to
watch you start it? I promise I'll go straight to sleep shortly
after. Please?" She propositioned and Eliza found herself
grinning and realizing that she will always have a hard time
telling her daughter no.
"Very well, but you must lay down and watch. That way you will be
off to sleep in no time."
"Fine. But you mustn't take forever to begin, that wouldn't be
fair." There she went again about being fair. Scarlet was a big
believer in the word; to her it was the ultimate sin to deceive
or manipulate someone with bad intentions in mind. Eliza loved
that about her daughter just as she loved everything else. So it
was a cloak for her to be made. She'd work on it every night and
will be done with it before the winter brushed over the land.
* * *
"Mother?" Scarlet called from the seat opposite Eliza. It had
been many nights Eliza had toiled to finish the cloak of red for
her daughter and she was glad to see that it had all paid off.
She was putting the final touches on the silk lining when she
looked up to her daughter's voice.
"Yes my little bud?" Eliza answered taking in how long Scarlet's
hair had gotten. It was just as Eliza's had been before her
mother trimmed it to a reasonable length. She wept the day she
had and refused to force Scarlet to do the same. But my it should
be well past a hips now and so rich with deep waves.
"If you are my mother, who is your mother?" Eliza dropped her
needle and stared at her daughter. Why would she even hope that
she would never ask that question? Scarlet was too filled with
wit to pull anything over her. Eliza had hoped to never have to
answer the question because it brought her so much grief to think
of her mother. Too many gaps in the places where she should still
feel her love but never will. Gaps that meant that love was never
there. Eliza's eyes stung with the force of her thoughts.
"Mother?" Scarlet called again.
"Yes dear?" It felt as if her thoughts were heavy thick ropes
wrapping about her and dragging her down. She felt lost and
tangled in them.
"Your mother; who was she or is she still alive?" Scarlet urged
as she draped her open book over the arm of her chair. Eliza
swallowed the thick solid object in her throat that had
everything to do with her mind. There was no object; she was
simply choking on her grief. She picked up her needle and kept
her eyes focused on the hemming.
"I don't know love." She said and heard Scarlet gasp. She
couldn't look up because her eyes were already streaming the hot,
salted tears down her cheek. She wiped them away immediately
before they soiled the silk. Scarlet was just there. Her arms
about her mother as if she knew ever reason for her tears and
felt the pain that was cold and jagged in her chest.
"Mother…" She whispered. "Why have you never spoken of this?"
"Its not something I enjoy speaking of." She said, her voice a
quivering mess. She'd hold it in all this time, why was it so
hard now to do it again?
"But this is your mother. Do you not miss her? Did you despise
"Then tell me mother? She is my grandmother is she not? Do I not
have the right to know? I've waited so long for you to speak of
her, but I feared she'd passed and you simply didn't want to
speak of it because of your grieving. Please…tell me…" Scarlet
pled, and like always, Eliza could not deny her. So she told her.
She told her about her parents and then night of the ball. She
shivered when she spoke of Lord Senthwil and his roguish ways.
Scarlet had squeezed her hand for encouragement then. When
lightly skimmed over the details of her first night with Aaron
then how Rowena had left her to her faith. Eliza nearly choked on
her tears when she spoke of her father's treatment of her and how
for the first time in her life, her mother had tried to come to
"Wow…mother, I can see why you weep now…" Scarlet said as she
held her. How many nights had Eliza wished Aaron would hold her
when she felt this way? This was all she could get and she was
grateful to have it. Suddenly Scarlet sat up and there was a look
of utter determination set in her emerald eyes. They shone with
unshed tears and with a hint of silver that she was sure was all
"Mother…I will go to her."
"What! No Scarlet you can't and you will not-"
"I'm not afraid to go in search of her if you think I am. I am
not afraid of the creatures of the forest."
"I don't care Scarlet! You are not going. Your father will have
my hide if I even encourage such a thing."
"Mother he's not even here and I'll be back before he even gets
wind of it."
"Scarlet I've hardly told you no in all your 16 years. I've given
you all you desired if it was attainable. This one thing I ask
you not to disobey…please do not venture out there to search for
someone who may be no more. Please."
Scarlet deflated at her mother's pleas. She didn't want to obey
her on this. This was the one thing she truly ever wanted and her
mother knew she hardly ever asked for much. She knew she could
find her way through the forest and to the place her grandmother
lived. She would have to promise her now that she won't but
later, when her mother had forgotten of it, she would sneak away
"I promise…" She said and felt horrible for the lie.
"Thank you. Now," Eliza began to stand and shake out the scarlet
red cloak in her hands.
"I do believe this belongs to you. And just as I promised, before
the winter. You will have this to keep you warm."
Scarlet lit up and Eliza knew she would remember the moment for
as long as she lived.
"Oh my! Mother it is beautiful! And you added a hood to it as
well. I will cherish this forever." She went on about how
wonderful the silk felt against her skin and how much the color
made her eyes seem endless. She was indeed correct. The color did
wonders to her skin; a milky alabaster with reds in her cheeks
when she smiled. A beauty, her daughter was.
"You are happy then?" Eliza asked, smiling and watching Scarlet
twirl and rub the fabric along her skin. She stopped suddenly,
the fabric settling with a light rustle. She looked at her mother
and found herself moving into arms that were just open the minute
she stepped towards them. Scarlet loved her mother. Not just
because of her present, but because it was impossible to not love
her. She tangled her fingers in her mother's golden hair and
sighed from the sweet aroma of her powder on her skin. It was a
rose like scent that Scarlet had ebbed in her memory just for her
mother. Why her father couldn't love this woman enough to spend
more time home than away on his little missions to heavens knew
what, was way beyond her. She didn't care; she would give her
mother love she needed, the love that she wanted.
"I love you mother. I love you so much…" It broke Scarlet's heart
that her mother was treated less than she was worth. It truly
hurt Scarlet to know that she feared her mate so much that she
couldn't share the knowledge of her parents' existence to her own
But it broke Eliza's heart even more to hear her daughter say
such words and mean it. She hadn't heard them in such a long
"And I you my darling. Now it's off to bed with all pretty
maidens. Come now." Scarlet chuckled at her mother's bit about
pretty maidens and how they should always get enough sleep.
Scarlet knew that it mattered not; all she had to do was look at
her mother, she hardly got any rest and she was too beautiful for
words to express.
"Very well, but I get to sleep with my present."
"Have it your way little bud…"
The night was truly chilly. The wind seemed so angry and vengeful
to turn one's clothes to ice. Snow would fall soon and cover the
ground with soft blankets of white. Though it was cold, he was
burning up with a fever that had nothing to do with sickness, but
everything to do with hunger. Another long journey and he was
finally back to the place his mate called home. He'd wanted so
much for her, but she had settled for less. Was he wrong to allow
His boots crunched on fallen brown/gold leaves and dried up twigs
as he made his way to the back door. Every light in the house
seemed out, except for a candle that burned in the kitchen. Who
could be up so late? Hopefully it was Eliza, damn it he wanted
her body so bad. He had fought to keep from bedding every maiden
that batted a lash at him. It was a hard fight and his groin was
frustrated with it. He truly was hungry for her. He found the
door unlocked and when his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw
that his expectations had not been met.
"Aaron!" Eyola whispered as she stumbled from her seat at the
small round table only to stop four feet away from him. She'd
"Uh, Master…you are back."
"Yes. Why are you still awake and why is this door unlocked? Are
you waiting for someone other than me?" His eyes burned to silver
as his fist creaked from the pressure.
"Never! Master I waited for you right here every night. There are
wards about the house to keep away anyone besides you. I placed
them there myself. Forgive me if I was wrong." Eyola got on her
knees quickly and lowered her head.
His hunger was making his judgment fuzzy. Perhaps his hunger
was making him look at Eyola in the wrong way. He saw that she
was completely naked beneath the sheer night gown and her shoal
slipped to the floor just then for him to see the peaks of her
nipples. Aaron found himself breathing harder than normal and
taking the last few steps that would leave him standing before
Eyola. She looked up slowly and her silk like dark hair fell back
from her face. Why was she alluring to him tonight? He needed to
get to Eliza. It would do him no good to plant himself deep
within Eyola. She smelled it on him…his lust. It must be reeking
from his skin in waves.
"M-master?" She seemed so afraid, so vulnerable…just like his
Eliza. There went his reason…
Aaron grabbed Eyola by her shoulders and she yelped now in fear,
but he would soon have her screaming for more of him. It was as
if the thought of Eliza and his daughter being under the same
roof did not register to him. All he knew was that he craved the
woman who was staring back at him with fear filled eyes.
"Does it scare you to see me like this?" He growled in a deep low
voice, his fangs already elongated.
"Master please…I am truly sorry. I didn't know-"
Eyola's words were cut short as Aaron seized her lips and
devoured them. He kissed her with a strength that had her knees
buckling and her body turning to a mass of quiver flesh. It was
no secret between Aaron and Eyola that she had wanted him. She
had always wanted him but she was the servant and not the chosen
mate. But this…this would do. She wrapped her body around his as
he cupped her hips and lifted her off the floor. Aaron stumbled
to the little wooden table that sat in the middle of the room and
laid Eyola out on her back. He ripped her gown down the center
and her breast sprung free, ripe and ready to be suckled and
bitten. His lips claimed her nipples as she arched her back up to
him. She pushed him up and tore his tunic away as he had her
night gown. Their skins were like fire against each other, that
alone was a meal for Aaron. It also was a lost. They were feeding
on each other and not really feeding at all. There was also
another reason Incubi didn't mate with their Succubae and Aaron
was going to remember real soon what the reason was.
Eyola's eyes burned a haunting glow of gold as she raked her
claws down Aaron's chest and left crimson trails in her wake. He
loved that feeling and found himself leaving shallow bite marks
in her skin. He could hardly contain himself anymore. He was
beyond the point where he could stop and go look for the woman he
truly loved. He pulled Eyola's legs up and wide. She smelled
intoxicating! He was mad with the need to taste her. Aaron lifted
her hips from the table and she held onto the edges for what was
to come. His tongue found her wet and ready for him, but he
wasn't going to give her that until he tasted her. His tongue
dipped into the wet velvet feel of Eyola's pink swollen flesh and
ate greedily of her. Eyola forgot to keep her moans to a low
pant. How could she when Aaron was giving her the pleasure she'd
always wanted from him?
He lowered her hips back to the table top and released the clasp
on his breaches. He was thick and ready for Eyola. His cock ached
with a pain that he found weakening. Eyola nearly came when she
felt him at her opening. When he shoved his entire solid
extensive shaft deep inside her she released a growl that was all
"Aaron! Finally…" She moaned as he found a rhythm that was urgent
and just as animalistic as her groans. The table rocked and
creaked under the force of their weight and his thrusts. Aaron
grabbed the back of her neck and made her look at him while he
battered her flesh.
Just as their pleasure was building to a peak, their bodies
became more flushed, more golden like and the sinews in their
bodies became more defined. Aaron's thrusts became more violent
as the white in his eyes turned black with silver irises that
seemed too cat like to be human. The table shattered and Aaron
caught Eyola in time with a grip that made their skins meet.
"Eyola!" Aaron growled as his lips pulled away from his fangs. He
sunk those fangs into her neck and felt her body quake under her
climax. The room seemed thick with their essence and nearly
stifling. Aaron moved her body up and down his shaft, his feet
planted apart and his muscles finding no effort to support her
weight. Eyola seemed to possess muscles that made her body roll
atop him with a skill Aaron knew Eliza would never have. He felt
the build up in his shaft; he would release in Eyola and let her
feel his seed, but there would be nothing of it except a feeding
for her as he had on her.
Just as he came the sweet scent of rose powder invaded his
senses like a fist to the temple. His eyes rolled up and to the
door where a little body stood. He saw long golden hair tumbling
over those frail shoulders and under that night gown was the
flesh he had craved more than any…so it had seemed at first. He
pulled his fangs out of Eyola, blood bleeding down his chin and
pulled his hard shaft out of Eyola. She moaned as he did this and
even as he placed her on the floor really slow. Aaron stood
completely naked with his skin tanned to a deep golden bronze. He
looked every bit inhuman as he was feeling. He also found that he
was hungrier than he was before. And there was his next meal. He
was too far gone to take in what he had done and what he was
about to do. He could smell her fear and that made him grow
harder for her, and it brought back the ache he needed gone.
Thank goodness Scarlet slept like the dead. Eliza had
awoken with a start when she heard the growls. She'd though a
wolf had gotten into their home and might hurt one of them. She'd
crept out into the hall and to Eyola's room to ask her to come
with her, but she was not there. There had been light in the
kitchen and there was a chance that she could be late. She'd
grabbed a piece of wood from the fireplace in hopes to scare it
off…but that was not what she'd found. She'd stood there and
watched in shock as Aaron did things to Eyola that he sometimes
did to her, and things he never had. Then when she was about to
storm in…they started to change. She watched them change right
before eyes. Now fear had left her hammered to that spot with a
death grip on the wood in her hands. Just as she had found that
she could move her feet, he looked up and saw her. That wasn't
her Aaron. It couldn't be. Not with such a monstrous look in his
What now? Should she run? Where would she run? Her eyes moved
down his body and saw that he was not done. Perhaps that was why
he was giving her that look. He was going to take her right here
when she'd only just found him with his body tangled in and out
of Eyola? No…she wouldn't let him. She turned to run but his
hands were about her and dragging her back into the kitchen. When
had he moved so close? How could he be so fast? The question that
plagued her most was what he would do to her. She screamed but
his hand was already over her mouth and muffling the sound. She
struggled to get free but he held her tight from behind. She
tried to kick but it hurt her more than it did him.
"Eliza…" She went still as he whispered her name from behind his
fangs. Her heart was fighting to explode through her chest. Any
minute she was sure it would succeed. He pressed her front to the
counter and bended her over it. Just as he did with Eyola, he
ripped away her clothes and made Eliza sob in fear. She'd never
been more afraid in her life. Even when the three Vampires had
threatened to rape and feed on her all those years ago, she'd had
faith that Aaron would save her from them. So who was going to
save her from Aaron?
"Please! Please Aaron!" She cried still afraid to wake her
daughter. If Scarlet saw this…well she wasn't sure what the
outcome would be.
Eliza felt Aaron lay over her back; felt him just between her
legs where she was sure she could not take him.
"Eliza…please…help…me…" She went still again and looked up
through her hair as he came into her view. He looked in pain. He
looked tortured. It occurred to right then that if he wanted to
he could take her without her saying yes. She closed her eyes and
bit back the sobs that were ready to release as she turned away
from him. Maybe what she was doing was foolish, but there was
nothing else she could do.
His clawed palms raked down her back, not breaking the skin
and palmed her hips. She felt the wave of pleasure break over her
and suddenly she was wet and ready for him. She knew it was his
power that made her want this. She really didn't want to. It was
hard to argue that when he filled her and she moaned as if it was
the best feeling in the world. Eliza grabbed the edges of the
counter and felt him pushing deeper and harder in her. She cried
out as he smacked into her and in between those cries of pleasure
were her sobs of pain. Yes this would hurt more after the
pleasure passed, but there's the pain of knowing her mate had
been unfaithful to her and now needed her body. What had Eliza
gotten herself into when she invited him to her bed? Foolish
girl. She cried tried not to scream her release but he growled
with utter satisfaction as his seed filled her.
She stood there, her body still bent over the counter, her
knees to weak to unlock, and a pain so deep between her legs that
she was sure she would have to be bed ridden for a week. She felt
his fingers pulling away her hair from her face. She couldn't
meet his eyes; all she could do was stare at the potted plan
across the room. Aaron's body shuck with short rapid jolts. His
cheek pressed against her back and she felt his tears hot and
crawling down her back. She pushed up slowly and pulled away from
him. She needed to not feel him right then. He reached out for
her and she pulled away again. The hurt in his eyes destroyed
her, but he deserved what he was feeling and more. They stared at
each other for so long it seemed as if there was no life in the
room. Eliza was the first to recover. She shuffled by him and
felt him at her back. His hands were on her shoulders turning her
to face him. When she did the tears had left trails down her
"I.." She tried but her voice was fighting its way through her
"I need…I need to g-get c-c-" She took a quivering breath and
tried again as fresh tears welled in her wide emerald eyes.
"I…need to…get cleaned…up. Please…let me g-go…" She couldn't
control her voice. She was barely able to control her legs. She
had to. She had to not be touching him. She had to be clean.
She…needed to cry…alone. She heard the back door slam and a loud
yell coming from the outside. She wouldn't look back. She didn't