A vampire's Choice

"Please don't kill him,” pleads Rebecca, keeping her voice high as to seem innocent.

With a flick of his wrist, Deimos released the magic bindings on Roger's hands. Losing an anchor making his weak body crumble to the floor. Jumping up, Rebecca sprinted to his side, cradling his head in her lap. Looking up at Deimos with tears in her eyes, she asked. “What are you going to do to him?"

With a smirk, Deimos looked at them disgustedly before replying, "Even after he said you are not his mate, you still cling to him. Why?"

"Because I love him." Rebecca glanced down at Roger, brushing hair from his forehead as he looked away.

"Pathetic, if you ask me." Turning his back to the pair, Deimos left the room, trailing his demand. "Bring him."

Rebecca watches his silhouette disappear into the darkened hall, waiting a few seconds before she moves. Roger tenses up as she slides away to stand. He remains on the ground with no energy to move, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating what is ahead. A shadow casts over his face making him turn to face Rebecca. For a woman as evil and sadistic as her, seeing a sympathetic look on her was strange.

"Get up.” The demand came out soft.

"Why? Just to walk to my death,” spat Roger.

"Either you walk there, or he will drag you. Walking just seems like the easiest route."

Dropping his head to the right, Roger watched her. Fingers were nervously ticking while she glances over her shoulder frequently to the open door. Why is she nervous? Roger thinks, coming up with no answer. She is hiding something from Deimos, and maybe her secret is the way out. Hiding the hate he feels towards Rebecca, Roger softened his features before speaking.

"Can you please help me?” Holding up a hand, Roger faked his condition. "I am too tired to do it alone."

Happiness momentarily flickered on Rebecca before looking stern. "Fine," she muttered while grabbing his hand and using her strength to pull him up. On two feet, Roger swayed before his knees gave in. Pulling him against her to hold him up, Rebecca wrapped her arm around his waist, guiding him to hold onto her shoulders. Swinging his arm over her, Roger leaned against her as they began the slow march to certain death.

Out in the darkened hallway, Roger split his attention. With one eye on their path, he focused on Rebecca at the same time. With her secret and knowledge of this place, she might be his only way to escape, and with her feelings for him, he might persuade her. Running his fingers over her bare arms, Roger let the sparks wash over her, allowing their bond to take charge.

A few doors crossed their path as the corridor grew narrow with twists and turns everywhere. The place felt like a maze as the walls crept closer, forcing him to press his body into Rebecca's.

"Let's take a breather," suggests Roger.

Rebecca uncurled herself from him with a nod, and he dropped against the stone wall, using it for support. The short time without the magical bindings has returned some of his strength, but nearly not enough if he wants to escape.

Leaning against the other side, Rebecca suspiciously eyes Roger. His sudden shift in mood has not gone unnoticed, making her stay on her toes.

Breathing in deep, Roger leaned to rest his hands on his knees, still peeking up at her. Now was his chance to get to her. "Why are you doing this? Working for him?"

"Because he is powerful and can give me what I want," answered Rebecca.

"And that is...?"

"You,” sighed Rebecca, "I have always wanted you."

"But you have me.” Laying it on thick, Roger peeked from his half-closed eyes at her, a gentle smirk splayed on his lips.

Rebecca giggled before leaning forward as well. “That is not what you said earlier. Don't try to fool me. You might not want me now, but when Deimos is done with you, my name is all you will say."

"By forcing emotions on me I already have,” Roger spat, keeping his eyes glued to Rebecca.

"Stop with the lying." throws Rebecca. Pushing from the wall, she points the finger at Roger. "You only want Lisa."

Shaking his head, Roger began. "That was all a ruse to protect you. If Deimos knows my true feelings for you, he could use it against me. We have been played like puppets before, and to lose you again will kill me.” As he spoke, Roger moved closer to Rebecca.

Watching him move forced Rebecca against the wall. Roger leaned with both hands against the wall, trapping Rebecca. Her breathing deepened as her heartbeat rose. His musky scent filtered into her sense, his intense stair sending heat to her core.

"What...what about Lisa?" stammered Rebecca.

"Why would I want a virgin when a sultry goddess is before me.” Leaning in, Roger rubbed his nose against her neck. "I still think about those long nights we had. The hours of lovemaking and the pleasures only you could give me."

"She is a virgin."

Smiling against her skin, Roger trailed butterfly kisses up and down, the scent of her arousal kicking his in overdrive. The thought of sex with Rebecca made him want to vomit but thinking about Lisa helped. His body's response is because of her but making Rebecca think she is doing it helps his cause.

"She was, but I dear say it was a passionless night.” His husky voice vibrated over Rebecca, weakening her knees. Grabbing onto his open shirt, she pulled him closer.

Mimicking her movement, Roger ground his half-erect manhood against her core, eliciting a throaty moan from her. "This is what we could have." Roger groaned by her ear, nibbling softly.

"I missed you." Rebecca moaned.

Leaning in, Roger puckered his lips, about to kiss her when suddenly, a ball of blue flame shot up between them, hitting him in the chest. The power sends him crashing into the stone wall. Roger's instinct kicked in. Before he hit the ground, he shifted mid-air to allow him to land on his feet, bend down. Lifting his head slowly, he faced Rebecca, the blue flames shining from her eyes. Her palms were out, facing up with two new orbs glowing.

"You dare touch her," shouted Rebecca.

"I...what?"

Stepping forward, Rebecca raised a flaming palm towards Roger. “You betrayed me."

"Rebecca, I—"

"I am not that bitch." Lisa stepped forward, still aiming at Roger. "The first chance you get, you run back to her."

Roger's mouth gaped open as her words slowly made sense. Rebecca was lying. Lisa is still in there. Quickly getting up, Roger moved closer, holding his hands up in surrender. "I was trying to use her."

"Please." Lisa snorted. “What can she do for you?"

"She can find a way out of this place, and the only way I could think of her helping me is if I gave her the one thing she wanted. Me."

"Please, you are not that great."

Taking another step towards Lisa, Roger smirked while holding onto his hips. "And yet here you are, mad that I was going to kiss her."

"No, that is not what..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Roger leaped into her, crashing their bodies together. Their lips connect in a fierce battle of wills, both hungrily grabbing at the other. "You are alive,” Roger moaned between breaths, lavishing up his mate.

"I have been watching, trapped inside with no way of controlling my own body.” Trailing kisses down her neck allowed Lisa to speak.

"So, you must know I don't love her,” Roger protested while marveling at her.

"I do, but then you started hitting on her."

Stopping his assault on her neck, Roger's head jerked up, facing her. "You are my one true mate."

"But the things you said after we—”

Gently grasping her chin, Roger caressed her cheek with his thumb, silencing her. With love in his eyes, he apologized. "I am sorry for that. It has killed me since it happened, but I don't care what you are. As long as you stay with me."

"I love you," whispered Lisa, reclaiming his lips.

Their kiss deepened, neither caring where they were or who was with them—only the thought of getting closer on their minds.

"Well, isn't this peachy. You have reconciled." Deimos spoke from the end of the hall.

The unexpected intruder dried up the passion as Lisa pushed Roger away, turning towards the voice. Seeing him in the flesh compared through Rebecca's eyes sends shivers down her spine. An unseen aura caused Lisa to step back as the darkness from him cooled her soul slightly. This being is what they are up against; how will they ever win?

Stepping forward into the darkened hallway, Deimos observed the pair with a malicious smirk. It seems like Rebecca had won over the vampire. Jumping between the two, he noticed Roger moving slightly ahead, his broad shoulders hiding her body. Shoulders back and head high, Deimos couldn't help but admire the strength he tried to display. It was useless, of course, but to even try showed a little courage.

Focusing on the vampire, Deimos twisted his body, revealing a brightly lit room behind him as it cast an eery shadow over his figure. Pointing to inside, he instructed. “Why don't you two come inside. We should begin."

Roger tensed up as his mind jump from option to option. His strength is minimal thanks to the magical binding, the maze of confusion with no apparent exit, and his mate, who is alive, but probably in a mental battle with his ex. Letting out a sigh, Roger forced his gaze from the threat before him and turned to look at Lisa. As their eyes clashed, Roger peeked at the fear inside of her. She looked up at him for answers, but he had none. Suddenly, her demeanor shifted, changing before his eyes. She was slightly crouched behind him, but slowly she straightened her back as the blue fire within her eyes flickered brightly for a breath and extinguished in the next. The green and blue globes turned to anger as her eyebrows pulled taught and she snarled at Roger.

"You bitch,” spat Rebecca, pushing Roger away.

The change shocked him as he allowed her to shove him away. Confusion washed over him, but deep down, he knew what is happening. "Rebecca?"

Stepping ahead of him towards Deimos, Rebecca twirled around, glaring at him. "You just signed her death warrant.". Without waiting for his response, she marched towards the open door, pausing by the entrance next to Deimos. "I want this bitch out of here. This is my body now." and stormed inside.

Roger's hand shot out as he shouted, "No."

Deimos fully turned to Roger, the smirk gone and in its place a neutral look. With a flash of his hand, an invisible restrained wrapped around Roger, squeezing hard. Fighting against the bindings, he frantically looked for Lisa, but it was useless. She was gone, and in her place was a vicious woman who would see them all dead.

"Now that that is sorted, let's begin." Turning and entering the room, Deimos flicked his wrist, the magic flowing off him towards the vampire.

Roger's feet dragged on the ground as he tried to stop himself, but it was futile as his body pulled involuntarily across the hall and into the room. With a hard slam, the door swung closed behind him, locking him into his fate.

The sudden change of scenery blinded Roger, and he blinks a couple of times to adjust to the new light source. Brightness slowly faded, revealing the new room. As he looked around, shivers shot down his spine, his heartbeat erratic in his chest. A marble slab sat in the room with dark brown swirls mixed with a cream color. Chains tied to each side with a smaller slap next to it. Roger spotted another door made from the same rock as the building to his left, blending in except for the faint outline to suggest another way out. Rebecca perched against the wall below a flame, the light displaying her features. On them, Roger saw the battle she was having with Lisa as her face switched from anger to confusion while she mindlessly stared at the floor. With a hard shove from behind, Roger fell forward, using his upper body to hang onto the slap for stability. Looking over his shoulder, Deimos stood behind him, and he quickly straightened up, turning to face the big bad.

"What now?" asked Roger, not wanting to know but rather mocking.

Freedom returned as Deimos flicked his wrist again, the magical binding vanishing. Roger stretched his body, testing to see if they were gone. Happy to be free, he stared down at the man, his hands fisted by his side.

Strolling around the room, past a distracted Rebecca, Deimos spoke. "This is where it began thousands of years ago; on this night is where it shall end. You are the last task, and in mere minutes, the end of the world will be here."

Spitting on the ground, Roger growled, revealing his extended fangs. "I would rather die than help you."

Slight amusement tinged Deimos. “You will have no choice, for either you die, or Lisa does. It is your choice."

Shooting a look at Rebecca, who is still mindlessly staring at the ground, emotions flickering back and forth, Roger looked at the marble slap while speaking. "And what do I need to do?"

Making his way back, Deimos dropped a hand on the cold marble, dragging his fingers against the smooth object, looking at Roger while he spoke. "Simple. You will sacrifice your life as she plunges a dagger into your heart, willingly giving up your life."

"Ha," snorted Roger. “Not going to happen."

"Then she will sacrifice herself." Deimos pointed towards Rebecca.

Rebecca looked up with the feeling of eyes on her and the silence filling the room, clashing with Deimos. "What?" she asked.

"The time has come to prove your loyalty to me." Reaching behind, Deimos pulled out a dagger, the fire glinting off the sharp steel.

Pushing away from the wall and stepping closer, Rebecca took the offered blade, twirling it around in her hands before looking up for answers. "But you never mentioned this."

Moving between Rebecca and Roger, Deimos walked to the door as he spoke. "Your death will not be the end, just like before. Have I not kept my promises?"

"Yes, but—”

"But nothing." Deimos angrily shouted as he quickly turned around. "I have waited Millennia for this, and I will not let your doubt stop me. I have fulfilled all the steps of the prophecy, child, and you are the last part."

Hesitantly, Rebecca's gaze flickered to Roger, a faint blue shining behind her eyes. Roger knew it was Lisa as she fought for control, and he had to act. His life was worthless compared to his mate. All these years, he had lived in self-pity and isolation, never even attempting to change the world. His mate was different. She cared about others, always trying to help, even if she is scared or did not know anybody. Ending Rebecca was needed, but if he had to lose his mate in the process, he would instead save one evil and the light of his life than lose them both.

"I will be the one to sacrifice," Roger admitted. The soft fire behind her eyes sprung to life while h stared at Rebecca, and she let out a "No." before her eyes closed for a second. When Rebecca opened them, the blue was gone as she had squashed the attempts of Lisa.

"Fine by me." Rebecca smiled, handing over the blade to Deimos.

"No, you will need it, for you have to do it. As the prophecy states, 'The body of two, opening the doors' and you, my dear, are certainly two people in one body, for I assume she is still fighting you for control.” Pushing back the blade towards Rebecca, Deimos looked to Roger. "Shall we begin?"

With a nod, Roger stepped forward and his head low. "What do I do?"

With another flick of his wrist, the torches in the room burst stronger, and the chains on the marble sprung to life, the clasps opening up.

"Simple. You just lay on the sacrificial slap, tied up, of course, while the beautiful Rebecca here stabs you in the heart."