His Lady of the Night, Chapter 9 of a free rah romance read

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His Lady of the Night

Chapter Nine

Olivia awoke in her bed to the sound of muted voices. She kept her eyes closed as she marveled at hearing them at all; it was as if they were right in the room with her. Intrigued, she got up, put on her robe and walked quietly to the bedroom door.

"How could you do this Jake? You were only supposed to drink a little of her blood, not most of it then have her drink yours! The Big Man is not happy," said a voice she didn't recognize.

"I can’t live without her, Connor. I love her. She is life to me," said Jake without rancor or guilt. "The Big Guy is just going to have to accept that. Remember, he came to me with the offer to return my soul so I could defeat Drake."

"Would you stop calling him The Big Guy?" said the unknown voice, "He hates when you call him that, he prefers The Big Man."

"Sorry, The Big Man then," said Jake but to her ears he didn't sound sorry at all.

"Jake, He understands you love this woman, He would have preferred you not bring her over. You're just lucky he's forgiving and has not let her soul become tainted during the conversion. She's like you now, a vampire with a soul. But you must be careful, that she does not kill a human in her feeding, otherwise she will be tainted and have to be destroyed," explained the voice. "She's awake," and he motioned to the bedroom doorway.

Both men turned to Olivia as she walked out of her room. Jake was immediately at her side. Olivia looked over at the man standing in the middle of her living room. An iridescent light surrounded him. It was a welcoming light, a peaceful light. He radiated with love. And she wasn't afraid. Smiling, Jake took hold of her hand and pulled into the living room.

"Come my love, I'd have you meet the angel who gave me back my soul," he eagerly said. He was acting just like a little boy wanting to show off his new toys.

The angel smiled in amusement as he read her thoughts. "An apt description to be sure, lassie," he said.

His voice was like music to her ears, lilting and comforting with a slight Scottish accent. And he was beautiful. His hair was the color of fire and his eyes were a pale blue, almost white even that held warmth in them. He wore a long white robe with wide sleeves, and on his feet were golden colored sandals. He smiled beatifically at her as his hand engulfed hers.

All her doubts vanished as if they'd never been as she gazed into the angel's warm eyes. She knew him. She smiled at him in recognition as a memory of her childhood floated to the surface. She'd been sitting by her mother's bed, staring at the two tiny puncture wounds on her throat, and asking God to save her mother. An angel had appeared and had sat with her, comforted her. He'd told her that God had lifted her mother to heaven to stand at his side. Olivia blinked and the memory faded away.

"You remember me now," said the angel.

Olivia nodded, "You stayed with me throughout the night until the police arrived. You eased the grief I was suffering then you went away. I told the police you had been there, but they didn't believe me. They said I had dreamed you, that you weren't real. But I knew you were. I'm glad I have this chance to thank you," she said in a soft reverent voice.

"Connor, why didn't you tell me you knew Olivia?" Jake joined in as he put an arm around her shoulder clearly stating she was his.

Connor looked pointedly at Jake's arm draped round the young woman and got the message. He let go of her hands and stepped back, "That's because I knew Olivia the child not Olivia the woman."

Jake grunted and let it drop.

"Well, time for me to leave," said Connor. Then, his expression grew serious, "Be careful, Julius is still out there," he counseled them. "Even though she's now as you are, there is still danger of his taking her blood. And because yours is now mixed with hers, the power he would gain could surpass even Drake's and he could take over Tarsus if he was a mind to,"

"But he's won't," calmly stated Jake. "He doesn't have leadership capability and besides, he knows the others wouldn't follow him, they don't like him."

"That is true," agreed Connor. "Well, watch out for each other. And Jake?"

Jake raised an eyebrow.

"Teach her well. Not just how to use her mental abilities but teach also some physical ones, in case of hand to hand combat," ordered Connor. "The Big Man would not be pleased if she were extinguished. Wonderful surprises will be coming your way," he said cryptically.

Jake nodded solemnly then frowned at Connor's last words.

Connor bid them goodbye and the light in the room gradually darkened as he faded away.

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