Declan:
The screams.
The screams were the worst. And he couldn’t drown them out. Nor should he have…this was why a vampire felt like he was being cut to the core every time he made a vampire. It was a reminder that what he was doing was no trivial matter.
He heard as her bones snapped one-by-one, and still the death grip wouldn’t let go and give her release. He remembered the day of his rebirth like it was yesterday, but he couldn’t remember the pain. Rowan always compared it to childbirth … over time, the mother forgets how much it hurts, and the baby doesn’t remember at all, but Declan was sure he’d never forget this moment.
It went on for hours and hours, and there was nothing he could do to ease her suffering. She was lost in the world of darkness and pain, and she’d have to fight her own way out.
Finally, mercifully, it ended. She collapsed to the ground like a broken ragdoll. Staring at him with big open eyes. Blood ooze
Aster: Aster opened her eyes. She was wrapped in a blanket of complete darkness. At first, panic threatened to overwhelm her, but then she remembered. I’m dead. This is death. She sat in the dark, trying to remember how she died, but couldn’t recall anything. There was nothing really, no memories of who she were, what her life was like – nothing. It was a complete blank The darkness was complete. She could it feel pressing in on her. Arms outstretched, Aster turned in a slow circle, and touched nothing but emptiness. She wasn’t sure if she made a complete 360 turn, but slowly she started shuffling forward, keeping her arms outstretched in case she met a wall. Something unpleasant curled around her feet, like tendrils of slime. She inhaled, realised she couldn’t, and remembered she was dead – dead people didn’t breathe. “Hello?” she cried out. Her voice echoed in the darkness. Apparently, dead people did have vocal chords. She
Declan: He stood rooted to the spot, staring at Katelynn. Her eyes were red and swollen, hands twisting the hem of her top, her mouth set in a thin line of anger or sadness, Declan wasn’t quite sure. He shot a look at Rowan, hoping his face conveyed the question: What have you done? His father gave him a contemptuous smile, and turned to Katelynn, “Wait for us inside, darling,” he said and gestured to Declan to follow him. Declan glanced to the east, a thin strip of pink announced the approaching sunrise. “We have time,” Rowan said, and walked down the steps of the terrace and into their expansive garden. Declan watched him go – he really didn’t want to hear anything his father had to say, but with little other choice, he followed Rowan, who was no sitting on the wall of the huge fountain, their garden’s centrepiece. “Sit,” Rowan commanded. Declan shook his head. “Can we hurry it up? I’m really tired. These las
Aster: The closer she got, the more impressed she was. The magnificent structure wasn’t a castle, but it wasn’t a mansion either. The sheer size of the building took her breath away. Perfectly manicured, lush, green lawns surrounded the paved path she followed. Halfway to the mansion, she came across a fountain cut from white marble. In the centre, a spectacular life-sized granite elephant spouted water from its trunk. For a moment she stopped, staring up at the splendid sculpture, completely mesmerised by the way the granite sparkled in the sunlight. Then the voice was there, urging her on, “Go. Get out. I’m waiting.” Aster looked around, but saw no one. She tried to remember why she had to get out, as the mysterious voice kept telling her, but she came up blank. All she knew was that she had to do it. Reluctantly, she turned her back on the fountain and walked up the steps to the terrace that seemingly wrapped around the mansion. Large Gree
Declan: Stumbling into the foyer, slamming the heavy oak doors shut behind him, Declan collapsed to the floor, the cool white tiles easing his feverish skin. The sun couldn’t kill them, but it hurt like nobody’s business. The only life were their familiars, humans that swore loyalty to vampires and served them during the daylight hours. Currently they were bustling about, closing the heavy drapes, and switching on lights. Familiars lived in darkness with their masters, but they willingly gave themselves to the cause. Some, if they were extremely loyal, and gave outstanding service, were rewarded with immortality, before the ravages of old age took them. Most weren’t that lucky. “Master?” A pretty little blonde kneeled next to him, and rested a tiny hand on his sweaty neck. “Do you need help getting to your room?” He moved only his eyes to look at her. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, the tiles muffling his voice. Groaning loudly he turned on his back
Declan: He gasped and his eyes snapped open. Sitting bolt upright in bed, Declan reached out, searching, trying to connect with her, but his mind touched only emptiness. “No,” he whispered. His throat burned, and his head threatened to split open. It wasn’t dark yet, but he forced himself to stay awake. As soon as the sun set, he planned on going back to the Montgomery estate – he had to make sure she was really dead, and then he had to tell Edward that he failed. Slowly, he got up from the bed and went to his bathroom. The warm water helped to ease his painful muscles and aching head a little. When he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist, wiped steam from the mirror and stared at his reflection. His eyes were swollen and red, skin pale-blue, lips tinged grey. It was a consequence of making a vampire. Once the sun set and he fed, he’d look more alive than dead. Thinking about Aster hurt. It surprised him. He didn’t think he c
Aster: Aster stepped out onto a beach. She remembered it from her childhood. Their last family holiday in South Africa. Her mother and brother were still alive. In the distance, the blue silhouette of Table Mountain rose up from the sea. She always wanted to come back here one day. To this beach, where the azure water was so clear you could see the seabed. It was different here. She could feel the wind lift her skirt, the soft cotton candy sandy tickling her feet, taste the salty sea spray that misted her face, hear the seagulls squawking in the distance and the break of the waves on the shore. But she was still alone. For now, she didn’t mind. She waded into the ocean. The water was cold, just like she remembered, but it felt good. Maybe she was in heaven now. Maybe that’s the choice she made. But it didn’t feel like heaven. Just like all the other stops on her way, this place felt temporary too. In the distance, she saw a w
Declan: He heard her bones cracking and shifting back into place. It felt like the healing process took hours, but in reality, it took no more than thirty minutes. He winced and hissed softly when she dug her nails deeply into his forearm, but like a husband holding his wife’s hand during childbirth, he didn’t say a word. She was worse off than he thought she’d be – maybe because she was sick before he made her. When he saw her there on the ground, her body bent in all directions, the weird angle of her neck, the silent screams of utter despair, he felt his heart break into a million pieces, and for a moment, he wished he could take it all back. Declan was glad now that he decided to heal her before they attempted it, she wouldn’t have survived the process if he hadn’t. Breathing hard and sweating profusely, she relaxed against him. She was still crying softly, but her tears were drying up. He let her get it out of her system, the tra
Aster: She didn’t think it would be this good. Nothing and no one could have prepared her for this: being a vampire. In books and movies, they called vampires the undead, but Aster had never felt so alive. The world looked and felt and smelled completely different. Despite the dark, she could see everything, and warm-blooded creatures stood out most starkly – they had a faint glow around them that kept distracting her, and every so often Declan had to fetch her as she wandered off the path to inspect a mouse or a bunny rabbit. She felt every blade of grass that tickled the soles of her feet, heard frogs singing far in the distance, and could even pick out individual frogs just by their sound. She stopped and inhaled the night air, taking in the scents that surrounded her: grass, wet soil, water, the late summer flowers, but also the rot of the compost heap at the bottom of the garden, and the decomposing corpse of an unfortunate bird.
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Declan: Declan gasped, and dropped his pen. Aster very quickly cycled from jealous to angry to a soul-crushing sadness that threatened to eat her alive. Their connection was growing stronger – it would probably have been completely restored by now if they could spend some time together, but the logistics of Maximillian’s estate and the vampire council occupied him non-stop. She wasn’t in any danger, and she didn’t call out to him. Sighing, he blocked her out and pulled more paperwork towards him. There were hundreds of requests from sheriffs and smaller families in need of help, and Lucas wanted to help all of them. Saw it as his sacred duty as the new head of the most powerful family in the region. Declan had to keep reminding his cousin that the only reason they became the most powerful family, was because Maximillian knew when to say yes and when to say no. Lucas needed a lot of mentoring, and with no elders around to guide him, Declan did
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Declan: Declan stood in the dark, overgrown garden, leaning against a tree, watching Aster where she lay flat on her back next to the stream, her hand dangling in the water. It had been two nights since the witch helped them reform their bond, but their connection wasn’t very strong yet. It was like a weak battery, waiting to be recharged, and he had no idea how long that would take. Still, all he could think about was her, which he took as a good sign. After a few minutes, he stepped out of the darkness and walked up to her, squatting by her side. “Hello, beautiful.” Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she gave him a dazzling smile. That smile soothed his aching heart more than she’d ever know. He leaned over and kissed her, feeling the spark trying to ignite the fire in his heart, but not quite getting there. “You still hate it inside the castle, huh?” “Yes,” she answered. “Too many ghosts.” “Don’t they just follow you?”
Aster: Aster only had one thought running through her mind as she drifted off to sleep. I want him back. Even in her sleep, it was all she could think about, and as she slipped deeper into the darkness, she dreamed about Declan calling to her, telling her to come back to him. ** She hears him calling out to her. He’s somewhere out there in the darkness. “Come to me,” he pleads, “find me.” “Where are you?” she calls back. “I can’t see.” The place is too dark. The kind of darkness that grabs you and won’t let go. The kind of darkness she only experienced once before: in the in-between. “Aster!” Declan screams. “Find me. Come to me.” “I can’t see anything,” she sobs into the darkness. “Why can’t you come to me?” “I’m stuck. Please. Find me.” He sounds so desperately afraid. So lonely. In turn, Aster’s heart cries out to him. She wants to feel his strong, comforting arms around her.
Declan: This wasn’t Declan’s first war, and it wouldn’t be his last. Every once in a while vampires would get in a strop and start killing each other. Maybe it was nature’s way of keeping their numbers down. This was the first war that easily killed half his family though, and he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it. He lay on his side, staring at Aster, tracing the outline of her face with his fingers. Neither of them spoke, there was nothing to say. Words of comfort rang hollow, discussing the war so soon after it ended was too raw and excruciating, and he didn’t want to talk about his feelings. “I wish I could feel you,” he whispered. “Me too.” He gave her a tight smile and sighed. He didn’t know what hurt worse – the death of his family members, his mother and brother, or the broken bond. It all just blended together into one, big, brutal, open wound. For no reason, and without any conscious thought that he was about to d