Frankie's Bride
“Oh, Sorena,” I say putting my hand on her cheek. “Looks aren’t everything. It’s what’s in your heart that counts.”
“I don’t have a heart. Not anymore. I lost it the day this happened to me. I am dead inside and he knows it.” She nods sadly and climbs off of me then helps me off the slab.
“He who?” I ask confused.
“My love. That is why he’s avoided me.”
“I don’t think he avoided you, Sorena. I don’t think he was born yet. I think this happened to you for that specific reason and that is why no other man would do for you,” I say emphatically. She is holding on to me as we walk. She seems to be getting stronger with each step we take.
“Thank you for trying to cheer me up, but it’s too late. This is me now. I am sorry I stabbed you though.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past. The future is all that matters. Come with us. Let us help you.”
“You,” she begins but I cut her off.
“Can’t help you. I know. But let me try.” Her long legs are working again but I don’t think she’s really noticing. Demina is asleep in Frankie’s arms and damn if my uterus didn’t just skip a beat.
“Sorena?” Frankie asks as we walk back to his house. It is raining hard outside the bubble of the rock, but I barely notice it.
“Yes?”
“What is the Guardian of the Past?
“Oh, that. I guard all the secrets that have fueled this country since 1694. And believe me when I tell you that there are some doozies.
“I’ll take your word for it,” he says chuckling.
“Good, because I can’t tell you anything. I don’t know what will happen if I do,” she says laughing for the first time. It’s a sweet tinkling sound and I want her to do more of it. As more and more time passes, she is starting to look like a girl again instead of the hideous monster she believes herself to be. I can feel it in my bones that she is going to be okay very, very soon.
I wonder how quickly I can get my brother to Salem from Danbury?
Chapter 6
Frankie
The next few weeks flies by. Sorena took care of the legal matters against Demina with a little charm she conjured up. No one has any memory of what happened except us and that’s a good thing. I was not looking forward to explaining the field transfusion nor my subsequent fraternization with a patient to the medical board. Sorena has been staying with us and she’s blossomed in that time. She looks completely healthy now, which is good. I was so angry with Polly for putting our son and herself in such danger, but she assured me she knew she was going to be okay. She told me a little bit about her brother and how he is Sorena’s love. Unfortunately, he is not due back in the states until just before Christmas, so Sorena is still lamenting her life. Braum is a Foreign Service Officer.
He protects diplomats and such abroad. From what I understand, it sounds like an interesting job. Once things got pretty much settled, I proposed. The longer it goes on and she’s not my wife drives me crazy, but she wants a big wedding with her brother in attendance. I’ll never forget our Christmas Eve anniversary, that’s for sure, once it happens that is.
Since she was stabbed and I had to give her my blood, her new found strength has been making itself known. It started off slow. At first, she accidentally broke the door off of the refrigerator. Then she bent her car door. After that she was much more selective in the things she touches. She’s even being weird about me… and we can’t have that. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this woman and nothing can keep me from her, not even her. Currently, she is curled into a tight ball on her side of the bed and she hasn’t moved from that spot in a while.
“Polly, you have to stop this. You can’t hurt me,” I say mirroring her words back to her.
“What if I do?” she asks quietly.
“Then you hurt me. I’ll never stop loving you, no matter what you do to me.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” I reply. Easiest promise I’ve ever made. She has my heart and that will never change. “It’s been days since you let me do more than kiss you. I miss you, baby.” She sits up and holds her hand out to me. The robe she has on is open and she is on full display for me. Her nipples are already hard, and her thick thighs are wet with pussy juice.
“I’m sorry. Of course, I’ve missed you too. Come to bed, make me yours.” I strip out of my basketball shorts and climb onto the bed. I take her in my arms kissing her with an intensity that surprises us both. Pulling her robe off of her, I lean her back on the pillows and kiss her neck, moving to her nipples. I take each in my mouth one at a time. She moans, which his me kissing down her belly to her delicious cunt. I lick, suck, and tongue her until she comes into my mouth. She tastes like she’s mine and that’s hotter than anything.