Jaden

Hello, I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

I give you a new update, so sorry for it being a short one. But to make up for keeping you waiting I have posted two chapters. I may not be able to post anything until after the holidays, so much to do and so little time.
I hope that you read it, you enjoyed it and let me know with a review. Until next year, Happy Holidays to you all, your loved ones, friends and family. Stay save and have a wonderful time.

All my love and best wishes. Jewel


Chapter 41

Past, Present, Tensed

“Marcus” he sighed softly.

To hear his name spoken with adoration was like a gentle kiss upon his lips. To see the look in his mate’s alluring green eyes, seeing nothing less than complete trust and devotion. So much love in his eyes alone could bring Marcus down to his knees.

Jaden’s ability to love unconditionally and his willingness to accept all and everything from him, a commitment first built on friendship which has now become something more profound. For Marcus, this is love, the embodiment of everything that meant so much to them.

With Jaden now in his life, Marcus wanted for nothing. For all of his wealth and power that he has gained throughout his long existence, it has become meaningless now. As nice as it is to have such comforts, it no longer mattered if he could not have Jaden, his mate, his love, to share it with.

Marcus realized that he has come full circle, he no longer cared what meaning his life held or if there was perhaps some greater purpose for him. All past challenges, trials and tribulations have been conquered. He will accept whatever life hands him, so long as his love is there to welcome him home.

He happily lost himself in the most beautiful green eyes of his mate, a lump formed in his throat as he himself realized the depths of his own love for him. He never believed he could ever feel so passionately for someone else.

Somewhere along the way as he went through life, Marcus knew he was not known for his tender heart. And as much as he tried to love in the past, the closest he ever came to feeling anything at all was compassion, or friendship, but never love. Nothing close to what he is feeling now for his mate.

To say that it overwhelmed Marcus was an understatement, it was in fact like a brick house that fell on his head. For Marcus, Jaden had become his everything. His darling love, is the very air that he breathes, his intense desire to please him and protect him opened a door of emotions he never knew he had.

But he welcomed it, and he will cherish this newfound warmth. He will love and protect his Jaden to the last breathe, to the last drop of his blood. And as he looked deeply into Jaden’s eyes, he let his own ice blue eyes tell him of his love and devotion.

He basked in the feel of their bodies, skin to skin. The heat generated between them, thrilling them to no end. He loved to hear Jaden’s reaction whenever he touched him, kissed him. Oh how he loved to kiss his tender lips, tasting him. To Marcus it was like tasting the sweetest fruit.

His love whispered his name, a love song written only for him, to feel those slender silky legs wrap around his waist, inviting him to take what is his. And take he did, his heart about to burst hearing Jaden cry out softly in pleasure as he moved in sync with his love.

He buried his face in vanilla scented hair as he made his way to the tender throat, kissing his flesh. He closed his eyes and lost himself in his mates embrace and moved slowly and deliberately within him. With each kiss and touch he vowed again and again the depths of his love and commitment to cherish and protect his mate.

Marcus closed his eyes as his body shuddered with exquisite pleasure; his muscles contracted and he held on to Jaden riding out his release and smiled when he heard his mate express his own desires and fulfillment of their lovemaking.

He slowly opened his eyes, but it was not his beautiful mate that he hoped would be looking back up at him.

“Jaden” he whispered sadly.

Instead he was standing on the balcony of his penthouse, his eyes scanning the cityscape before him. The memory of his mate’s love and warmth is gone, and replaced with reality. It was a hard and painful reminder that he and Jaden have been separated by some unknown force.

Ice blue eyes searched the city below and he looked at every building, every street and all the windows as far as he could possibly see in the hopes of seeing his mate or Adrian. And where his eyes could not see, he listened. He focused and listened to all the sounds, any conversation he could pick up, anything that could be considered a lead.

While he searched the city below, Marcus sent out his commands with his mind, sending out a distress call to his blood. Of course the vampires will not know what it means; they cannot read the master’s mind. They do not hear the call, it is instead a feeling that tells them something is wrong and they must all report to their master.

Victor also was sending out his call as well and soon the entire house will come together to help and support each other as well as the masters of the house, Drakar` House.

The brothers stood next to each other side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Marcus’s mind worked overtime as he tried to make sense of the recent events, he worried for Jaden’s and Adrian’s safety. The one good thing about being able to read his brother’s mind is that he did not have to explain himself.

Unfortunately, he also shared his brother’s pain as well.

Just like Marcus, Victor’s emotions were also in turmoil. Not understanding how this could happen. His mate taken away so easily, swept away from his sight. Not knowing what is going on or what is being done to him.
Where are they?

They felt incompetent, a failure to their mates. They blamed themselves over and over again, how could they let this happen? They promised to care and to protect their mates and they failed miserably. Oh no one else needed to blame them, for the brothers did a good enough job on themselves.

But the worst part for Victor is that he cannot tell if his mate still lives, Adrian is not from their bloodline and so Victor will not be able to feel his death if it happens. But such a thought only added to his fears, if Adrian died he will not feel it, and if he could feel it?

No, Victor thought to himself that is something he knew would destroy him. Again he blamed himself, how could he let this happen? He promised, he swore to his mate that he would be safe. He had become negligent in that area, believing that by being at his mate side at all times would keep him from harms way.

They stood on that balcony not moving an inch, staring endlessly out at the city. Marcus’s eyelids quickly blinked as he felt his brother’s anxiety over Adrian. His right hand slowly moved to rest on Victor’s shoulder,
offering assurance.

{He lives, brother. Of that I am certain}

Victor never moved; only his eyes barely narrowed as he acknowledged his brother.

{How can you know this, my mate is not from our bloodline.}

{So true, however, if death has taken your mate. His brother Philippe would have called by now.}

He felt the truth in Marcus’s words, yes he thought. Adrian’s brother would have called and since no call had come in, it did offer some measure of reassurance and the hope that he will see his mate again. He bowed his head and silently prayed that both of them would soon be united with their mates.

The young vampire Anders was a bundle of nerves, having the two masters in the same location added to his fears. He was never really comfortable in their presence; their power intimidated him. It was impossible for him to sit still next to his master, Lord Batista.

Since their arrival, the air around him was thick and heavy with the power of the masters. Knowing how angry they must be added to his discomfort. He fidgeted and jumped when Lord Batista put an arm around him.

“Be still little one, once we find out what really happened all will be well” Lord Batista whispered, trying to ease his little vampire’s tendency to want to run out of the room. The master’s aura is strong, so much power, angry power, which made Batista a little uneasy as well, so he knew how Anders felt.

Baby blue eyes looked up into Lord Batista’s dark eyes, Anders almost felt like crying. Not seeing Adrian who is almost always at Victor’s side worried him. Also not seeing the new vampire worried him, he was looking forward to meeting the master’s new mate.

“Where are they master, did they have a fight and leave their mates?” Anders asked his voice trembled hoping the masters of the house did not hear him. He looked sideways out to the balcony making sure they were still outside.

Lord Batista let out a soft frustrated sigh; he too wondered why the mates were missing. Once he was given a brief report of what took place outside the church he quickly barked out orders to begin the search. He had the entire building on lock down and brought in more security to guard the masters.

The best body guards stood just inside the balcony ready to act if anything tried to harm the masters, both Lord Batista and Captain Torre` were on edge to have the masters stand outside the balcony, they would feel better if they came inside.

Having unsuccessfully to convince them to come indoors and risking their anger, Lord Batista snarled at them and called them foolish for taking such a chance like that. Seeing the looks on their faces, he gave up and sat down on the sofa beside Anders.

All they could do is wait, and that was the hardest part. Now knowing what attacked the masters or who took the mates left them dumbfounded. Seeing the fear in Anders eyes soften Lord Batista, he knew that his own frustration and anger added to the young vampire’s fear.

He pulled Anders closer and lifted him onto his lap, like a small child Anders wrapped his arms around his master’s neck and smiled a little when his master kissed his left cheek.

“I’m sorry master; I wish I weren’t so weak. You need not worry so much for me, I’ll be fine and you have much to attend to.”

Batista smiled and hugged Anders closer, his little vampire is one hundred years old and it was for his gentle and sweet demeanor that attracted him to Anders. Anders made Lord Batista more likable, and that is what he needed in a mate.

He had a reputation for being a cold bastard and Anders had managed to warm his heart. It is what made Lord Batista an excellent leader for being in charge of security. He is a mean son of a bitch, but fair and wise in his work. At the end of his busy work he looked forward to being alone with his mate who made him feel more human.

Being able to hold his mate and offer comfort helped to ease his own frustration, somehow holding Anders helped to calm him down. He hugged his mate and part time aide closer, cupping his face he kissed his tender lips and whispered softly to him.

“You were never weak my darling, it is your inner strength that keeps me going. And I apologize for my shouting at you earlier.”

Anders pulled his master in closer, smiling at him. “Don’t be silly my mate, I always know that you don’t mean it. I know you better then yourself.” Pointing at Batista’s chest, “I know that deep down inside you are just a sweet loveable teddy bear and you know how much I love my teddy bear.” Anders whispered and quickly kissed him back.

Lord Batista’s face turned red when he heard his men cough in the background and some had the nerve to smile at him. He hardened his look and glared at all of them, quickly reminding them all of the reputation he has earned as chief of security and what he would do if any of them so much as breathed a word of him being soft for a moment.

Of course his men were not stupid as they all turned away to re-focus their attention on the masters. Lord Batista was about to dress down his men when Anders jumped off his lap, the phone in the office rang; wanting to be of help he got up and ran into the room to answer it.

He listened carefully to the voice on the other end of the line, his head nodded in understanding as he politely answered the caller.

“Yes of course, allow me to call….” He could not finish, the words caught in mid sentence.

The air around him had became thicker and heavier, as Anders realized the two masters of the house were now inside and standing behind him.

He swallowed hard, coughed to clear his throat. His hands trembled, trying to remain calm as he passed the phone over to Marcus.

“Master Marcus, the vampire named Philippe Moreau. First to Ignatius House is asking to speak with you or Master Victor.”

Victor’s heart stopped beating; cold fear griped him when he heard who was calling.
A lump formed in his throat, and he could barely speak, except for one word that was spoken so softly and filled with so much agony.

“No”

He closed his eyes trying to escape the truth and bowed his head, placing his right hand over his heart. Victor’s body seemed to cave in on itself; a horrible pain was spreading like a malignant tumor, its roots digging deep within his soul.

{Adrian}