Part 1247 – Something’s Wrong

Isellta woke to the heat of Robin’s embrace.

Bodies touching.

Bare skin on bare skin.

Bones pressing against bones.

Robin’s tangerine scent all around him, all over him.

Isellta smiled.

This moment is so perfect. I don’t want to move and ruin it.

But I want to touch him all over his body. I want to feel him, every beautiful, wonderful bit of him.

I want to kiss him.

I want to tell him, ‘I love you’ over and over.

I want him to love me and tell me that I’m beautiful. I could never tire of hearing him say that.


My Robin.

Something’s wrong.

Isellta frowned.


Nothing is wrong.

This is good.

This is all right.

I finally have something good.

I’m finally with the only one I love and he isn’t hurting me or pushing me or being mean to me.

He isn’t Preyuna.

He is Robin.

My Robin.

Something’s wrong.


Something’s wrong.


“mmm. Isellta?”

“Don’t worry, Robin. I’m fine.”

Robin sighed.

Isellta delighted in the movement of Robin’s chest against his own. “Oh, I love you.”

This isn’t right. Something is wrong. The lines are in all the wrong places. They don’t match. They don’t line up. None of them are parallel. They don’t make sense. Something is wrong! This doesn’t make sense!


I don’t care if it makes sense or not. That doesn’t matter.

I’m with my Robin.

My Robin.


This is Robin.

Isn’t it?

Isellta reached through the darkness and felt Robin’s face.

What if I can’t find it?

What if it isn’t him?

Isellta smiled as he found the starting point of the scar. He followed the line all the way to under Robin’s jaw.

Isellta’s wings flapped.

It’s him.

It is him.

I have nothing to fear,

He hugged the vampire a little tighter.

“You are my Robin and no one else.”


The nae bi sha licked his lips.

It’s so hard to keep holding back.

His skin is so soft.

He smells so good.

Soooo delicious.

I want one bite.

Something small.

His earlobe, maybe?

How about one of his small fingers?

How about both of them?

But it would scare him away. He’d run back to his world.

I must wait a little longer.

Wait until he’s weaker.

Isellta kneaded the nae bi sha’s bare back.

The nae bi sha arched into Isellta’s busy fingers. “mmm. Mmm. I’m so lucky to have you, Isellta.” He licked his lips again. “Don’t leave me.”

Isellta kissed the line of Robin’s scar from the middle of his forehead to underneath his jaw.

The nae bi sha smiled.

Isellta kissed his throat. “I won’t leave you.” He kissed the sides of his neck. “I will never leave you.”



I’m hoping it’s my imagination, but……..Isellta looks paler than he did yesterday.

Paler and his skin somehow looks dull — like someone turned off a light inside of him (that comparison applies to his skin looking dull, not to the other part).

I’m babbling, aren’t I?

Sorry. I can’t help it.

He’s slipping away from me and…..there’s nothing for me to grab on to. I can’t stop him.


I’m scared.

I think he’s dying. I can’t…..

*sigh* I’m going to just leave it at that.

Hurts too much.



Jay closed his journal and set it down by Isellta’s feet.

“Hey, kid. I just wrote about you in my journal. Bet you’re wondering what I wrote.” He smoothed Isellta’s bangs to the other side of his forehead. “Do you remember?”

Jay cleared his throat.

“Do you remember when I caught you reading it? You got all upset. I hugged you.”

His throat tightened up. “Seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it? Like something that happened when you were just a kid. So many things have happened since then. So many things have gone right and all wrong. Isellta.”

Tears filled his eyes. He blinked and they fell.

“I miss you, kid. Come back. Isellta. If you can hear my voice, please come back.” He laid down and pulled Isellta into a hug. “I’m here. I won’t leave you. I’m right here.”

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