Misha

Misha
"Alexander Chetwood, you really shouldn't yell at hime. He didn't really have a choice in the matter." She spoke from the stairs her voice carring in the room.

Alex was frozen to the spot, there was no way in hell that she was here. This woman had died so many years ago it wasn't possible for her to be here. When he looked up at the woman he felt his knees go weak. She stood there like she owned the house, her long brown hair pulled up into french twist. Tight enough that it looked like it was pulling her skin tight. Her skin was pale almost like a peral. The figure she had never changed from when she lived as a human. Her bright green eyes looked into his eyes searching for answers that he didn't have. Tight blue jeans hugged her hips, a belt was around her waist with a small bag hanging from it. A bright blue shirt hung off one shoulder stopping at the top of her jeans.

"No..." Alex couldn't move nor could be think in that moment. "You are dead."

"Pretty sure I am alive." She told him taking a few more steps toward him.

"I saw you die, I watched as they buried you." Alex couldn't figure this out, how could she be standing here.

"That is partly true, you did see me buried." The words soft and almost a whisper.

Hem walked ito the room to stop dead in the living room. Looking at the woman standing on the stairs. How could se be here? She had died, and been buried. Hem moved toward Alex to make sure he was alright.

"Travis, I see you stayed with him." A tinkle of a laugh broke from her lips.

"I go by Hem now. How the hell are you here?" Hem asked looking at Alex then to Victor who was lost at what was going on.

"Well I don't really know myself to be honest. I know that I died. Also know that I was buired because I had to dig myself out. Thanks for that." She laughed at the look on their faces. "No I didn't dig myself out. A man came to the grave diging it up to help me. No idea who he was, just that he knew I was there."

"Misha how are you alive?" Alex couldn't keep his eyes off of the woman standing in front of him now.

"Rather sure you already know the answer to that." Misha put her hand on his cheek smiling at him. "No tears for me."

"I have an idea, but who?" Alex was sho shocked that she was here the he couldn't move.

"No idea who he was, just that he came to the house that night. I am guessing he heard about the accident." Misha shrugged her shoulders as she looking at Alex. "You look good though. So where is Crystal I have a grudge to settle."

"I do recall a man coming to the house, the undertaker." Alex took Misha's hand in his. "She is gone."

"What do you mean gone?" Misha pulled her hand away from Alex.

"Come to find out she was a long lost Fae Queen. They cured her of the vampire's bite." Alex explained to her seeing the anger in her eyes.

"That witch was a queen? No wonder she always thought she was higher than others. Glad I won't see her again. She took you from me once." Misha closed the gap between them capturing his lips.

Alex was shocked for a moment then kissed her back, holding her close to his body. Misha ran her tongue along his lips wanting to deepen the kiss, Alex opened to her letting her control the kiss. When they broke apart he smiled brightly at her. She wasn't wrong, Crystal had taken him away from her. It was also because she had passed away. They held onto one another not paying attention to the others in the room. Hem cleared his throat catching their attention.

"It is great that you two are happy but why and how did you know I we where here?" Hem asked not liking the idea of someone from the past showed up at the house.

"Something pulled me here, no idea what it was. I was traveling around the world, just to find something or someone. I didn't really know who until I found the house. I knew who Victor was the moment he opened the door. He didn't however recall me." Misha looked between Hem and Alex. She hadn't noticed the other two leaving the room.

"That is strange." Alex thought but he was happy to see her. They never really had the chance to see where the relationship would go. "I can't recall every feeling anything like that. I know that I have ended up in places I would normally not go."

They found their way to the kitchen to grab some drinks. As they stood in the kitchen chating about the past. Hem laughed about the time Alex fell in a sink hole. Thankfully the hole wasn't very deep. They had found him standing with only his head showing. It was insane, but funny that nothing had broken in the fall. It was filled in the next few days. Time seemed to fly by as they talked. Soon Alex was yawning seeing Hem doing the same.

"Need to get some sleep." Hem spoke up breaking the slience. "See you in the evening."

"Night Hem." Misha gave him a hug.

Alex stood watching Misha as she put the glasses in the sink. When she turned turning toward him again her eyes catching his. He wsn't sure what would happen with the two of them. She reached her hand out to his. Alex took her hand in his and it felt like they had never been apart. Misha had been an amazing young woman when he met her so many years ago. When they walked up to the bedroom he wasn't sure where she would want to go. To which room she wanted so he let her decide where to go. She opened his bedroom door pulling him into her body. Alex kicked the door closed behind him. Misha captured his lips again, her hands going to his hair. Alex let his hands roam up and under her shirt. He stopped when he came to the edge of her bra.

"Alex...Please." Misha begged as he hand slide over her breast walking her back toward the bed.

"Are you sure?" Alex asked as he kissed down to her neck then back up again.

"Yes please!" Misha groaned as Alex pulled her top over her head tossing it to the floor.

"I've missed you." Alex whispered into her neck.