Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's prompt is "seeds". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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The night air caressed Ares face as he walked down the sidewalk past the stately Georgetown homes. He shoved his hands in his slacks pockets with a huff. He hated wearing a tuxedo. It drove him crazy. There was no room to move if he were in a fight. And being who he was, that happened frequently. It felt like he was wrapped tight in a several thousand dollar straight-jacket. And he wasn’t a happy camper about it.
He glanced at the expensive homes surrounding him. Less than an hour ago, he was standing on the strip in Las Vegas watching Juliet disappear into the crowd. Like he wasn’t pissed off enough. Running into Aphrodite had a tendency to leave him raging mad. He loved her for thousands of years. It was an all-consuming love, one that possessed him to his core. Legends were written about their love affair. It was that amazing. There were other women. And for her there were other men. But for him none of them compared to Aphrodite.
He stopped suddenly. That was until now. He closed his eyes and calmed the fury in his mind. It took a moment for him to adjust. Over nearly an entire country he reached out for her. She was there, a vibration that charred him. It was a feeling he couldn’t get enough of. It was sweet pain, one he was addicted to.
Juliet was awake and alive. He knew that she would be. Aphrodite was too furious to let Dillion out of her grasp to go hunt the vampiress. Ares’s threat was as empty as Dillion’s head. He smiled to himself. It didn’t stop the anxiety that coursed through Juliet. She felt alone, abandoned.
His brow creased as he plunged deeper into the intimate connection he held to her. Sad. She was sad. Lonely. He blew out a steady breath. Heartbroken.
The little bloodsucker had feelings for him. Was she in love? It was hard to tell. But one thing was for certain. It was time to cut her loose.
He cocked a grin to himself. Or get her back into his bed wrapped tight in his arms. And as soon as she dozed off that was what he was going to do. He’d deal with the undead little spitfire in the morning.
The smell of a sterile atmosphere filled his nostrils. Moments later, he could taste iron on his tongue. He opened his eyes to break away from her. She was feeding. The Angel of Death struck again. He started his stride again with a sense of purpose.
He made his way past the row of cars up the driveway of the largest, most opulent of the mansions in the neighborhood. There was a party going on inside. He didn’t want to do this. He tried to talk himself out of it every since he appeared in Washington D.C. Asking for help from dear, old Dad was against his nature. But this was beyond his abilities.
After centuries of lying dormant on Olympus, Zeus found the generation of humans he thought he could plant the seeds of change in. He wanted a peaceful, productive world and with the great advances in technology, these were the mortals that could accomplish it. Except he forgot to factor in his own offspring into the strategy. The other gods ran amok creating chaos like they did when they were in Greece. It didn’t stop Zeus from moving off the mountain and into his new, comfy digs outside the Capitol.
Ares didn’t bother to knock on the ornate wooden double doors. He walked right in. After all, wasn’t it home? He watched the frazzled butler scurry across the foyer to him. The dull roar of voices having a good time filled the air.
“Mister Romeo,” the butler greeted out of breath.
“Where’s Dad?” Ares demanded.
“Senator Lynch is in his office. He is expecting you.”