Aster:
She was stuck, with no idea how to get out. For just one split second, before he dragged her into the light, she glanced over her shoulder, hoping to get one last glimpse of her mother and brother. When she looked back Declan was gone and so was the beach. Aster stood rooted, a thin trickle of fear running through her. She was stuck in a dream with no idea how to get out.
She had nowhere to go, because there wasn’t anywhere to go. She was trapped in nothingness. She tried to conjure up the lost beach, but now that she knew it was nothing but a hallucination, it was impossible. Her brain wouldn’t believe it, so she couldn’t make it happen.
Her world was nothing but deafening silence and the bright light. It was peaceful for a while, but then she slowly started to lose her mind. With nothing to do, no one to talk to….Declan was right – with or without the beach, she would have lost her shit eventually. Punching at the void, she screamed
Declan: “No way,” Katelynn said her eyes big with shock. “Oh my God--” Declan was about to bash Kate’s skull against the wall when Aster spoke. “How?” She shook her head and pointed to her throat. He came in here to feed her, as he did every other night, when he caught Katelynn standing over her with a raised sword. For a moment, he let the rage he’d been feeling for years now take over, he’d have killed Kate with his bare hands, was about to do just that, when Aster woke. He unceremoniously dropped Kate, and rushed over to the cot where Aster lay – for the first time in years, he could feel all her emotions…it was unsettling, he had gotten used to feeling only glimmers from her, and in the last year or so he cut himself off from her completely. All he felt from her was despair, and it made it impossible for him to function. “Get out,” he told Kate. “Go tell your husband what you did.” “Declan, I…I wanted to do it for you. I w
Aster:Aster looked around the little room, a small frown on her face. Her bed stood against the wall in the corner. Next to that was an uncomfortable looking steel chair. The rough walls were painted an uninspiring white, but like the dungeon at the old estate, this place was damp and slightly mouldy. At least they tried to keep it clean. There was no accumulated dirt or dust that she could see.Against the opposite wall was a small dresser and another door. She opened the top drawer of the dresser first – nothing but a few t-shirts and leggings, exactly like the ones she had on. The door led to a small bathroom with a shower, basin, and toilet.That was it. There were no windows, no carpet, or even an area rug -- the floors were nothing more than smooth, grey stone. Even the cot that had been her bed for seven years had nothing but a simple, white sheet on it.Sighing, she sat back down, running her hands over the fabric. It remin
Declan:Declan stood in the doorway to his bedroom, looking at Cassidy. She was still asleep, lying on her stomach with her face to the door, blonde hair spread out in a tangled mess on the pillow. She was almost the exact opposite of Aster in appearance, with delicate elven features, bright hazel eyes that were vaguely reminiscent of a lycanthrope’s, and a soft, full body.“Hey,” Matthew whispered behind him. “Let’s talk.”Declan nodded, and turned to Cassidy’s guard – a young vampire. “I’ll be back.”“I’ll be here,” the young man smiled and returned to his reading. All private electronic devices were banned in the mansion after they caught spies sending messages to Cyrus.They were in the Tatra Mountains on his uncle’s estate, which until a few years ago operated as a resort. When it snowed, the main house, built on the banks of a glacial la
Aster: “Can you fly?” Eros asked. Aster nodded, and he let go of her. For a heart stopping moment, she dropped like a stone, then remembered what Joel had taught her, “Just imagine you’re floating in a big swimming pool,” he had said. She relaxed, and immediately shot right back up. Bopping in one spot was easy, going in a specific direction wasn’t. Eros showed her how to flip herself from vertical to horizontal without flopping around light a wingless bird, and taught her how to control the direction she wanted to go in by slightly alternating her body’s position. After about half an hour in the air, she had the general idea and easily followed him. He took her to the peak of the mountain, and caught her as went past, missing the landing spot, and heading straight for a gorge. “It takes a while to get your eye in,” he said, smiling. “Thank you,” she grinned sheepishly, and looked out over the valley below, in the direct
Declan: He stood outside Aster’s bedroom door, listening to her cry. The quiet sobs tearing through his heart like a hacksaw. “Fuck,” he swore, uncertainly standing at the door – torn in two, like he knew he’d be. Upstairs, Cassidy would be coming out of her temporary daze, and in the tiny basement room, he could hear his one and only bride’s heart breaking. “What are you doing, Declan?” he whispered to himself, and turned to open the door, freezing with his hand on the knob. In his heart of hearts he knew where he had to go, but because he was a coward, and because she told him to stay away, even though he knew she didn’t mean it, he turned and left her there to cry alone. He made sure to lock the door behind him. From here on out only three people would have direct access to the basement – him, Eros and Leland. No one questioned the werewolf’s loyalty to Aster, simply because he had been her protector since she was four years old, a
Declan – part two: Declan jerked awake. Inhaling sharply, he sat bold upright. It was the middle of the day, and while the curtains were drawn, and the shutters closed, it was still difficult to see through the red fog. The usual ‘daylight troubles’ as Eros liked to call it, plagued him – pounding head and aching body. He had no idea what woke him…the only time he ever woke during the day’s rest was if someone forcefully woke him, but apart from Cassidy sleeping next to him, there was no one else in the room. Frowning, he lay back down, staring at the ceiling. His eyes were just about to close again, when a feeling of fear and panic hit him right in the chest. “Christ--” he sat up --“Aster.” She was rarely afraid – the last time he felt this kind of fear from her was the night the Lincoln clan attacked them, and even then, she didn’t panic, because she instinctively knew that her family would come. Groaning, he put his hands over his face, an
Aster: Aster woke just a few minutes after Declan; he sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head between his hands. “You okay?” she asked. He looked over his shoulder at her, his face and neck still covered in dried blood. “Hm,” he groaned. “I just need to feed again. I lost a lot of blood.” “What happened?” “You happened,” he said, and got up just as Leland opened the door and threw two blood bags on the bed. “I thought you’d need this,” he said, but before the two vampires could respond, he was gone. “Werewolves aren’t the most polite people,” Declan said, and took one of the bags. Staring at his broad shoulders and strong back, just aching to touch him, she picked up the other bag to keep her hands busy. Aster removed the stopper, and took a few sips of blood before talking again. “I don’t understand. You ignored me before, why would it happen now?” “I can ignore you all like, but I can’t ignore th
Declan: Declan watched Cassidy sleep. She was up all day, turning the house upside down looking for him. After the way he had left, he didn’t blame her. She sometimes forgot that it was nearly impossible for him to die, and that which could kill her, couldn’t kill him. She thought he had crawled off to die somewhere alone, like a sick dog. The relief when she saw him alive was such that she cried for hours while he held her. He had never seen her so upset, and he suspected as the war went on he would see more of it – her sunny, joyful exterior was nothing but a thin veneer for the deep fear she must have felt every waking moment. Once, he reached out to feel how Aster was coping…she was extremely frustrated, which he expected – learning how to use her gifts wasn’t going to be easy. Then he blocked her out again. He honestly thought he’d be ecstatic when she woke up, and for a split second when she said his name again after seven years
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The old man sat on his balcony, looking at the beach bathed in the soft blue moonlight. It was a beautiful night, but a full moon, which meant all manner of creatures were about. Ever since that blasted vampire war fifty years ago, all sorts had been crawling out of the darkness, wouldn’t you know? It didn’t matter how many times that vampire, Rowan Watchamacallit, went on the news and every talk show known to man, just to keep telling the humans that they had nothing to fear, he knew better. He was old enough to remember that war, remembered the roving vampires that came through his town and tore his wife’s throat out. He didn’t forget and forgive that easily. The humans hadn’t been idle. They had been developing weapons that were strong enough to kill vampires. He had one. A gun that could take a vampire’s head off with one shot. It wasn’t technically speaking legal to kill vampires, but their bodies evaporated fairly quickly once the sun hit it, and no body, no ev
Declan:He kissed her until the tension left her body, and the doubts she felt earlier released her. It was like that first time, when the world outside faded to dull insignificance, and all that mattered were the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, safe in their bubble.Declan didn’t understand what it was he felt the first time they had sex, but he understood it now. It was the completion of the bond. He could feel it as he pushed inside her. The way the bond united them, how it knitted them together, tying her soul to his and his to hers. The two halves becoming one. And it was stronger now than before. Much stronger.As she opened up under him, giving herself to him so completely that he didn’t even know where she began and he ended, he knew that this was forever. He would never, could never, break their bond. When her eyes filled with tears, and he felt the burden she had been carrying around lift from her shoulders
Aster:Aster sat up, her head pounding and bladder throbbing. The last thing she remembered was sitting on the floor in the lobby with Declan, trying not to scream as her injuries healed. After that, nothing.Declan sat on the armchair, naked from the waist up, watching her with an amused smirk. It had been days since he was there when she woke. “Don’t you need to work?”“Don’t you need to pee?” he retorted.Shooting nasty glances his way, she went to the bathroom, taking a quick shower while she was there, and hoping that he would be gone by the time she was done. She was embarrassed by her actions the previous night, and she didn’t know how to look him in the eye.Wrapping a towel around herself, she went back to the bedroom, just to find that she wasn’t that lucky. Declan still sat where she had left him. “Blood’s on the bed,” he said a mischievous glint in
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
Aster:Aster strolled through the hotel, greeting the other vampires that not three weeks ago were so scared of her that they could barely look at her, but now finally treated her like family. Most of their allies had left, leaving the hotel mostly open, but the place was destroyed, because there had been simply too many people living in it.When they arrived in Slovakia, Declan asked her to take care of the humans, help as many of them get back home as she could, but a lot of them didn’t want to leave. Their homes weren’t destroyed; it wasn’t a war that was fought with bombs and guns, but many lost their families in vampire attacks. Others came to love their vampires masters, and simply refused to leave, even after their familiar oaths were broken.She walked from room to room, looking at the progress of the renovations and clean-up process. With a lot of the vampires gone, and because most of the humans were injured and traum
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