Monk,” Avery said casually, unaware of just how much he had hurt me by seeing that memory at all.
The next few illusions he threw at me, my inner monologue became faster at identifying. All of them featured Michel, but were so varied and familiar, my immediate thought was always, this is right . But, for some reason, my inner monologue had finally woken up and all of a sudden I had a defence. It didn't work every time. Of the twelve more mind manipulations featuring Michel that Avery attempted, he succeeded in only two. Two out of twelve. Not ideal, but considering where I had come from it gave me an unbelievable high.
I skipped around the room as I got ready for work and Avery sat quietly on the couch. Just before I left for the start of my shift at the bar, he entered my mind one more time.
I hadn't expected it. We'd stopped practising a quarter of an hour earlier, but my inner monologue piped up the minute the room changed scene, despite the fact that my mind felt like it had been there, on the bed with Michel above me, all along. I slipped into the illusion like a well worn glove. Michel so familiar, so magnificent above me. His fully aroused body on display. He was brilliant, sweat glistened his skin. Every ridge of his body, every defined line of his muscles, stood out in the low lights of the room. The image was mesmerising. And a total turn on. I arched up against him, begging for him to take me. The humming in mind distracting though and for a moment, almost enough to shatter what was surely a dream. It didn't matter, the humming was too late, as soon as the room coalesced around me Michel thrust inside in one hard movement and had me coming in the next instant as he pounded in and out.
My mind was blinded by my orgasm, too distracted by the pure bliss to consider that this wasn't real. I knew it wasn't, I knew Michel was dead and this was a mind manipulation managed by Avery. I couldn't, for the life of me, throw up a shield, let alone think of my Light. Avery made me keep coming again and again for several minutes until Michel spilled himself inside with one hard final thrust.
I came to with Avery beside me on the couch. His eyes full of jade and rimmed in red. His fangs down and a low growl coming from between his lips. His intention to bite me was apparent. Before he got the chance, I blasted him with Light. Just enough to get him to back the fuck off, just enough to pay him back for the pain he had caused me, the hurt he had dug up. But not enough to actually incapacitate, a part of me aware he had, in fact, helped me today. He had taught me, albeit most harshly, to defend myself against the Fey.
“Fuck,” he said with meaning, the jade slowly ebbing from his eyes. “Fuck!”
Chapter 7
Found
“Oh fuck,” Avery said one more time for good measure. “I... fuck!”
“Relax, Avery,” I said, surprised it was me who now seemed the one in control. Avery had breached each newly learnt defence and managed to get close enough for an attack. “I seriously doubt the Fey will know how to circumvent my shields and Light. You've had two hours to test them, your vampire knew exactly how to break down my defences in the end. You did what any vampire would do.”
He swallowed painfully and just kept staring at me. I expected his vampire to pounce at any moment, yet for some reason, I wasn't actually afraid.
He didn't move, he just kept looking at me, waiting for something, but I don't know what. This was Avery. The Plucking Pervert. The Darkest vampire I have ever spent any time with. But he had helped me. He had been trying to teach me new skills, skills that would make me safer, protect me from harm. How could a Dark vampire do that?
Because he wants something in return , my inner voice quietly, softly whispered in my mind. It was right. Avery wanted my cooperation, wanted me to join with him without duress.
Had I moved on in my grief enough not to be angered by what had just transpired? Avery had used
The next few illusions he threw at me, my inner monologue became faster at identifying. All of them featured Michel, but were so varied and familiar, my immediate thought was always, this is right . But, for some reason, my inner monologue had finally woken up and all of a sudden I had a defence. It didn't work every time. Of the twelve more mind manipulations featuring Michel that Avery attempted, he succeeded in only two. Two out of twelve. Not ideal, but considering where I had come from it gave me an unbelievable high.
I skipped around the room as I got ready for work and Avery sat quietly on the couch. Just before I left for the start of my shift at the bar, he entered my mind one more time.
I hadn't expected it. We'd stopped practising a quarter of an hour earlier, but my inner monologue piped up the minute the room changed scene, despite the fact that my mind felt like it had been there, on the bed with Michel above me, all along. I slipped into the illusion like a well worn glove. Michel so familiar, so magnificent above me. His fully aroused body on display. He was brilliant, sweat glistened his skin. Every ridge of his body, every defined line of his muscles, stood out in the low lights of the room. The image was mesmerising. And a total turn on. I arched up against him, begging for him to take me. The humming in mind distracting though and for a moment, almost enough to shatter what was surely a dream. It didn't matter, the humming was too late, as soon as the room coalesced around me Michel thrust inside in one hard movement and had me coming in the next instant as he pounded in and out.
My mind was blinded by my orgasm, too distracted by the pure bliss to consider that this wasn't real. I knew it wasn't, I knew Michel was dead and this was a mind manipulation managed by Avery. I couldn't, for the life of me, throw up a shield, let alone think of my Light. Avery made me keep coming again and again for several minutes until Michel spilled himself inside with one hard final thrust.
I came to with Avery beside me on the couch. His eyes full of jade and rimmed in red. His fangs down and a low growl coming from between his lips. His intention to bite me was apparent. Before he got the chance, I blasted him with Light. Just enough to get him to back the fuck off, just enough to pay him back for the pain he had caused me, the hurt he had dug up. But not enough to actually incapacitate, a part of me aware he had, in fact, helped me today. He had taught me, albeit most harshly, to defend myself against the Fey.
“Fuck,” he said with meaning, the jade slowly ebbing from his eyes. “Fuck!”
Chapter 7
Found
“Oh fuck,” Avery said one more time for good measure. “I... fuck!”
“Relax, Avery,” I said, surprised it was me who now seemed the one in control. Avery had breached each newly learnt defence and managed to get close enough for an attack. “I seriously doubt the Fey will know how to circumvent my shields and Light. You've had two hours to test them, your vampire knew exactly how to break down my defences in the end. You did what any vampire would do.”
He swallowed painfully and just kept staring at me. I expected his vampire to pounce at any moment, yet for some reason, I wasn't actually afraid.
He didn't move, he just kept looking at me, waiting for something, but I don't know what. This was Avery. The Plucking Pervert. The Darkest vampire I have ever spent any time with. But he had helped me. He had been trying to teach me new skills, skills that would make me safer, protect me from harm. How could a Dark vampire do that?
Because he wants something in return , my inner voice quietly, softly whispered in my mind. It was right. Avery wanted my cooperation, wanted me to join with him without duress.
Had I moved on in my grief enough not to be angered by what had just transpired? Avery had used
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