Forbidden (Fallen 2)

The figure’s fist slammed down on Isaac’s face I heard a crunch. The figure hit Isaac once more.

“Don’t you ever, ever, do that to her again! Next time, I will kill you!” the figure screamed in Isaac’s face.

“Jonathon?” I whispered and I knew there was a trace of fear in my voice.

“I’m sorry, Kylie,” He said standing. He wiped Isaac’s blood off on his shirt. He wrinkled his nose. “I won’t be able to stand the smell. Hold this,” he said handing me his immaculate leather jacket. He removed his gray t-shirt and held it in his hand.

His perfectly sculpted pale chest seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. I wanted to run my hands along the perfect planes and contours of his chest. I wanted to trail my finger down the light skimming of blond hair leading down from his belly button. I bit my lip. This man was perfect.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Burning it,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“So the smell doesn’t attract other vampires. Specifically Selena.”

“You can’t light a fire here!” cried Isaac in a garbled voice. Even in the dark I could see he held his nose and that blood ran down his fingers.

“Watch me,” said Jonathon, his whole hand was glowing in blue and purple flames. The shirt immediately caught on fire. The cotton burned briefly before falling from Jonathon’s hand in a pile of unrecognizable ashes. The fire didn’t spread like Isaac had thought it would.

“How did you do that?” Isaac asked, holding his broken nose.

“I can control my flames with my mind. If I tell them not to spread they don’t spread. If I tell them not to kill they don’t kill. But if I do tell them to kill then the flames become destructive,” he said glaring at Isaac like he wanted to light him on fire next.

“Most vampires that I’ve met with the power of fire can’t do that and their flames are orange not blue,” said Isaac from the ground.

“I’m one of a kind,” said Jonathon with a sigh. “Remember what I said Isaac. I don’t care if you’re friends with her but don’t you ever do that again. If you force yourself upon her I will hunt you down and subject you to some very unpleasant scenarios.”

“Whatever,” said Isaac rolling his eyes at Jonathon.

Jonathon let out a feral growl and snapped his teeth a centimeter away from Isaac’s face.

“Come on. Let’s go,” I said pulling on Jonathon’s arm. He retreated but not before he sent Isaac a death glare.

I followed him slowly back through the woods to the car.

“How did you know what was going on? Isaac said he went far enough away for you not to be able to hear.”

“I couldn’t hear what you were saying but when he kissed you,” he said flinching, “you’re body went into stress mode and I knew something was wrong.”

“How did you know I was panicking?” I asked.

He chuckled, “Kylie, we’re soul mates. Soul mates know these things. We can read each other’s emotions.”

“We can? So I can read your emotions just like I can read your mind?”

“Yeah, why don’t you try?” he said with a smile. Gone was warrior Jonathon and in his place was sweet, caring, soul mate, Jonathon.

“How?” I asked eager to know.

“Think about me. Only me. Focus on me. Picture me in your mind. Have you got that?”

“Yes,” I said closing my eyes.

“Take that image you have of me and rip it open. Like you’re trying to get inside of me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said focusing on the image and what he had told me to do.