Lies

Prologue

Jett! Jett! I screamed as I ran through the house. Not again. Oh god not again. It was too soon! Id only found him a couple of weeks ago. He couldnt possibly love me again already. I searched the living room, the kitchen, the dining room. He wasnt here. He said he would wait up for me.

Jett, Are you here? Tears streaming down my face, I ran up the stairs to search the upper floor of my home. Ive lost him dozens of times over the last century and each time it hurt like it was the first.

I stormed into the bedroom we had recently began to share and there he was. My everything. I wiped away my tears as I approached the bed. I took off my sweater and my jeans and snuggled in next to him. He rolled over and tucked me under his chin.

You are probably terribly confused at this point so let me clear some things up. My name is Arista Stone and I am a mendax demon. Its not as bad as it sounds. Im not evil. Loosely translated, mendax means liar in Latin. My body draws strength and sustenance from lies. Ive been around long enough that one lie can sustain me for over a month. I'm roughly 124 years old but my body doesnt look a day over 22.

I sit up in bed to pull my long dark hair into a loose bun. I lay back down and am immediately wrapped in muscular arms. Jett Kontis. As a 200 year old vampire youd think hed have a wrinkle or two but few imperfections marred his body. A few scars reside on his chest and abdomen from wounds inflicted before he was made vampire. Ive loved him for almost a century and you might find that strange since I just said wed only known each other for a couple of weeks.

To sum it up, Jett and I are cursed. I dont know why or by whom, but every time he falls in love with me, the universe plucks him from wherever he is and drops him somewhere else. He has all of his memories except for the ones with me in them. Hes always the exact same. We usually spend about eight months together before he says those three dreadful words but recently it has been happening sooner and sooner.

Ive been researching this curse for 80 years with no luck on how to reverse it. My best friend who happens to be a witch has tried literally everything she can think of but nothing has made this curse go away. So I have devoted my life to finding Jett, loving him for as long as I can, losing him and then repeating the process over and over again.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his thick black hair then down to the stubble on his jaw. His eyes opened, shining like an emerald in the moonlight cascading in from the window.

I didnt hear you come in. His sleepy voice made my heart squeeze.

I thought you were going to wait up for me. I said as my hands found their way back into his hair.

I was a lot sleepier than I thought I guess. He nuzzled my neck and began to feather kisses down to my collarbone.

Well since you're awake He lifted his head and grinned as he flipped me onto my back.

His hands came up to rest on my cheeks as he devoured my mouth in the most passionate kiss of my entire life. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his hips as his tongue explored my mouth. I moaned as he ground his hips into mine.

I missed you, he said, you were gone for too long. He pulled away to show me his pouty face. I barked out a laugh.

I was gone like five hours.

Too long. He said as he dipped down to capture my lips once again.

He reached behind me to skillfully remove my bra. The cool air cascaded over my breasts and made me shiver. He moved his lips down my neck to my collarbone, staying there for a second then moving his assault downwards to my breast. Kissing and sucking he moved from one breast to the other. I reached down to push his boxers down his hips. He stood up and quickly discarded them along with my panties. Both of us completely bare he returned to his position between my legs.

He locked eyes with me and so much affection was present in his green eyes, my heart ached. He lined himself up with my entrance but before he thrusted inside he whispered, I love you.

I cried out as he thrust inside me. He couldnt love me. It was too soon. His hands gripped my cheeks and his thumbs brushed under my eyes and that was when I realized I was crying.

Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? He began to withdraw himself from my body.

No! I gripped his hips, halting his movement. Im okay. I just- just love you too. I smiled and he kissed me hard. He began to move inside me, sending pleasure sparks shooting through my body.

There was no taking back what he said. All I could do was enjoy my last night with him before our love story started all over again. Just like it always did.