Soap Opera, Port Charles, Fan Fiction. (Vampire paranormal romance)
He sighed and breathed out the one name I knew he would never forget and would never need to be reminded of, “Olivia.”
“That’s it. Now I need you to drink something.”
“Caleb, the quicker you obey, the quicker you get your Olivia back.”
He looked at me internally torn. His life as Caleb and his life as John McBain were at war, but I knew his love for Olivia would win, true love always wins. I gave him the time he needed and some reminders.
“Caleb, your life as John McBain was a lie forced upon you. I’m giving you the choice now to be what you are, what you always were; the real you again and with that, Olivia and a baby, a real family this time. But it is up to you, you choose.”
He thought for a few moments then drank.
“That’s a good boy. Now it will take a few days for my blood to counteract the serum but once it does, you will be hungry and I will have blood for you to feed on. I don’t want you over exerting yourself just yet.”
The next few days were as expected. He writhed in pain as Caleb slowly emerged. He moaned her name quite a few times as I expected. She was going to be handful. Sam was just as feisty as Olivia. We had to get her out of here. Out of this motel and out of Port Charles; back to where their love began.
I watched her sleep. She was peaceful. I didn’t bother to wake her. I gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and touched her cheek. She was warm and soft. I waved my hand over her face and put her in a trance. Then we made our way back home.
I laid her down on the bed. The bed they had made love on so many years ago. Then I woke her. She was angry.
“What, where am I!”
“No, no my baby, what, who are you?”
She couldn’t move. I permitted her to be conscious but not mobile. Her eyes darted all around her surroundings.
“Olivia? Why did you call me that?”
She remembered. No one really can forget who they are.
“Welcome home, Olivia. I need you to drink something, then everything will make sense again.”
“Like hell, I’m not going to drink anything you have to offer!”
“I thought you’d say that, but it won’t hurt your baby. It will just… bring you back.”
“Back, you’re crazy, lady!”
She would have protested further but then he emerged.
Her entire countenance changed. She immediately calmed. He came up behind her slowly touching her hair. She leaned her head back and sighed. He took in her scent then slowly walked to the front of her. He touched her face and she leaned into him. He breathed out her name slowly, “Olivia.” She kept her face in his hand as he traced the shaped of her mouth. When he spoke he looked directly into her eyes, speaking softly, letting his words caress her very inner core.
“You need to drink my love. I’m inside of you but in order for you to remember you must drink. Our hearts will beat as one again. You want that again my love?”
“You know I won’t hurt you or our baby, you know that right?”
She breathed out, “Yes Caleb.”
She was already remembering. But she needed to drink his blood in order to fully come back and she did. Sam knew deep down this was no man, and all their meetings were no coincidence. He was attached to her very soul, and no amount of emotions, or serums, or even new lives would purge what was attached to her very soul. Sam drank Caleb’s blood and Olivia woke up.
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