Chapter 7

"Any news?"

"Not yet, master."

Carl is pacing in his house. He has been anxiously waiting for something the whole day. Actually, he has been waiting for this for years, and he is finally very close. 

"Master, Garrit is here."

Carl feels his anticipation rise. Finally, it is happening.

"Send him in, quickly."

He settles himself on the sofa. Garrit is his right-hand man, and not once has he disappointed him. 

Carl sees him enter.

"Have a seat."

Garrit settles himself on the sofa in front of him.

"So?" prompts Carl.

"I was able to trace down a descendant of the Oswyn bloodline back in Greece..."

Carl shifts a little forward on the sofa.

"But, it was a male descendant." 

Carl feels his anticipation die down, "And?"

"He had the mark on his back alright, so we questioned him at length about his other relatives and extended family. He did not have much information in this regard. Said he was an orphan, was adopted, and brought up by a family in the UK, who then shifted to Greece. He does have a daughter, but she isn't born with the mark" 

Carl looks intently at him, and knows that there is more, "But that's not it."

"No, it isn't. He remembers having a younger sister. She wasn't adopted by his family, and he never saw her again. With any luck, she might still be here in the UK."

Carl ponders over the information for a few seconds, and says, "Yes, she might be under a different name if she was adopted as well."

"Right."

"This is going to be a task."

"But at least we know where to start."

* 

It is late in the evening, Lilia enters the house and sees Damion, Ty, and Brent sitting in the living room.

"Hi, guys!"

"Hi"

Brents looks over at her, but she purposely avoids his gaze.

"How was your day?" asks Damion.

"It was good. Yours?"

"The usual."

"I'll just go and change for dinner," she says as she walks up the stairs.

She comes down after twenty minutes and sees that now it's just Damion and Tyrus sitting in the living room.

"Where's Brent?"

"He left after you went upstairs. Said he wasn't up to eating dinner tonight and had something else to do," says Tyrus, looking at her closely.

"Oh, okay."

Tyrus pauses and asks, "Has something happened between you two?"

"What do you mean?" Lilia replies instantly. Does he know about what happened between them that night on the balcony?

"I don't know. It feels like he has been acting a bit differently since the day you were attacked."

Oh, it's about this, Lilia thinks, relieved, and says, "Is that so!?"

"Yeah, kind of. Does he blame himself for that in some way? or feels guilty about it?" Damion asks as he turns to look at her, "I don't see any reason why he should. But it's Brent, the 'noble one'," he makes quotation marks with his fingers as he says this, "so you never know." He shrugs his shoulders.

"I have no idea," says Lilia

They proceed to eat dinner and, after some time, return to their rooms for the night.

Two hours later, Lilia is lying in her bed, trying to sleep, but something is bugging her. She had hardly seen Brent in the last two days. He leaves early and comes in late. If she had any doubts before about whether or not he was avoiding her, they had all dissipated. She knows now that he is avoiding her. She had decided not to go after him if this would be his attitude, but it is difficult. She wants to drag him in and barge him with comments and questions about his behavior. She shifts around in her bed, trying to find a more comfortable position to fall asleep, but it's impossible. 

She gets out of bed and decides to go down to the kitchen to find something to munch. She isn't hungry, but she feels it would take her mind off things. She puts on her shrug and walks out of the room. 

She had just taken two steps when she saw Brent at the top of the stairs. He turns to look at her, "Um, Hi, I was just-"

"Finding another way to avoid me?" she glares at him, "I know," and turns around to walk back into her room.

She had just sat on her bed when the door to her room opened. It is Brent. They look at each other for a few seconds, and then Brent says, "I am not the only one who is avoiding the other."

"I am just giving you back your energy." Lilia says angrily, "It was you who decided to turn around and leave. Without any reason, might I add?" 

"It wasn't without a reason."

"Then, tell me what it is so that we can sort this out."

"You don't understand."

"Make me."

She gets up from the bed. He shuts the door and runs his hand through his hair in agitation. Lilia can't help but notice how attractive he looks in the black shirt. 

"I am a vampire, Lilia," he says with a tone of desperation.

"And I don't care."

"Well, then you should," he says flatly.

There is silence for a minute, and then, he says, "Us, you and me, we shouldn't take this forward. It is not sensible." he says desperately, "You are a human, and you should mingle with your kind. You have your entire life ahead of you, a bright future. Me, I have been doomed for eternity. You deserve better."

She knows that he wants her to agree with him, but she just can't. She knows what she wants, and it is him. She wants all of him, and the longer she is in his presence, the stronger her need gets. 

"I don't care that you are a vampire, Brent," she says in a leveled voice, "I know how much I desire being with you, and I am ready to accept all parts of you as they are, but I understand if you don't feel the same. I will respect your choice. You can leave."

"You think I am avoiding you because I don't desire to be with you?" Brent asks slowly.

"What else could it be? You don't avoid someone you want. You try to work things out."

Brent looks at her, and she notices a kind of fire flicker in his eyes. 

He says, "I am not avoiding you because I don't feel anything. I am avoiding you because you burn like a desperate desire in my heart. When I am around you, I can't notice anything else. When I see you..." he continues in a whisper that makes goosebumps rise all over her body, "Seeing you standing here, I want nothing more than to kiss every square inch of your body until you beg for me to stop."

They stare at each other for a few seconds, and then press their lips together, intertwining their hands around one another. Lilia pours out all the desperation of the last two days and kisses him fiercely. 

He takes off her shrug, picks her up, and takes her to the bed. He lays her down and kisses her all over her face, moving down to her neck and the collarbones. He pulls down the straps of her night dress and massages her hardened nipples while kissing behind her ear. He slowly moves down to her breasts, sucking at them, and biting softly as his hands explore her inner thighs. 

Lilia moans with pleasure. Her mind is blank, and all she can feel is the sensation of his lips on her breasts and his hands on her legs. He moves his hand upward and removes her underwear. He takes his thumb to massage her clit. She feels her breath quicken slowly as her heart starts to beat faster. He moves his lips down to her stomach and then to her inner thighs, kissing, sucking, and biting.

She tries to understand all these sensations, but it is impossible, it is chaotic bliss. He uses his tongue to lick her clit, and proceeds to suck on it softly as he slides two of his fingers inside her, moving them around and back and forth. Her heartbeat is rising, and her breathing is becoming more and more uneven and ragged. He reaches up to her ear and whispers, "You like this?" 

"Yes, yes, I do," she moans, "oh God, Brent!"

She grabs his shirt and quickly unbuttons it as he continues to move his fingers inside her, hitting the right spot. She feels his chiseled chest with her hands, then goes down to unbutton his pants.

"I want you, inside me, now" she whispers.

Brent takes off his pants and underwear. She feels him with her hands. He is very hard. He removes his fingers and gets on top of her.

"Protection?" she says.

"I can't pass on STDs or get you pregnant," he smiles, "perks of hooking up with a vampire."

With that, he slides inside her. They kiss and moan with pleasure.

"Do you want to lead?" he says.

She nods.

He gets off of her as she climbs on top of him taking him inside. She kisses him, and then sits up straight, moving up and down and back and forth as he holds and massages her breasts. 

They moan with pleasure, calling out each other's names.

"I am cumming" she says as she moves a little faster in the pleasure of the sensations.

"Me too"

They stare into each other's eyes. Lilia feels herself reaching the cliff, and then her mind explodes like fireworks. She comes a few seconds before him, but they both collapse as he comes inside her, moaning and breathing heavily. She could feel her vagina pulsating as she breathed heavily, lying on top of him, their hearts beating in sync.

They are lying beside each other, intertwined and sweaty. He kisses her softly. 

"That was mind blowing," she says.

"I've been known to have that effect" he winks as she chuckles and kisses him. 

She turns around as he hugs her from behind.

"What is this?" he asks.

"What?" she turns to see him looking at something on her back.

"This crown-like mark on the middle of your back."

"Oh, this, it's a birthmark."

"That seems unique," he says, pulling her closer to him, "Are you sure you are not a part of some royal bloodline." he smiles into her hair.

"Well, if that's the case, you might get to be a king, someday"

They laugh and drift into sleep, snuggled into each other.