Erik She thinks that I don’t see her sneak past me out the main door. I feel a rage bubble inside of me every time I look at her. Her behaviour is a joke, she doesn’t get to run from me after what she’s done. The way she looks at me with that cold condescension makes me what to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze. She betrayed me, she left me and let me think she was dead for a thousand years. I have mourned someone who never actually existed, all she had wanted was power obviously and when Damian showed up she found a better opportunity. How I hate her for everything she has done and now we are forced back together she keeps thinking she can run away from me, avoid facing the consequences of what she has wrought. Well she has another thing coming, I am going to make her feel every shred of pain I have. I take off after her and I’m grateful there are multiple cars waiting outside the building for the executives to take advantage of. I climb into one just as her car
Amelia I do as he asks and I don’t turn around but I never needed to to know it was him. I felt his energy long before he was behind me, touching me, lighting my body on fire with his very presence. My head is spinning that he did this, my compulsion is strong even on vampires, his hatred for me should be filling his mind whenever he is near me. I can’t understand why he has done this, I also can’t understand why I allowed it to happen. Who am I kidding there is nothing in this world that I wanted more than to feel his touch, his lips on my skin, him filling me completely. Yet, I know this is a dangerous game and will lead to nothing but sorrow. I vow this can never happen again. Slightly dazed, running those moments with him over and over again in my mind, I wander down to the floors below looking for what I actually came here for, an attractive human to feed from. At the bar I ask for champagne and turn to survey the room, it is packed with attractive options, bodies writ
Erik Two weeks have passed. Two awkward, challenging, infuriating weeks. My blood boils every time I look at her, an anger like I have never felt gnaws at me as I watch her every move. My cock also gets hard every time I look at her and I replay over and over again the delicious perfection of being buried inside of her. Guilt floods my every waking moment as I know I do not think of Harlow as much as I should or miss her in the way a husband is supposed to. It’s like Amelia is an obsession that has infested every cell of my body, I can think of nothing but her. She is elusive at home and in the lab, disappearing each night with Nico whom she is supposed to hate, where they go I do not know but yesterday he left, summoned back by my cousin. Now it is her and me, my desire and my hatred, alone at last. She has been extra cold and short with me since this morning in the lab and now I watch her through the glass into her office lab, the secret place that is off limits to all
Amelia I feel the creeps behind me, smell their foul unwashed scent violate my nostrils, hear the racing of their blackened hearts as they anticipate felling their prey, the vile panting of their breath as they prepare to pounce on their victim. A thrill of delicious excitement runs through me, I haven’t been hunting for too long, restricted by Nico’s watchful eye. This is not about feeding I wouldn’t taint myself with a drop of their infested blood, this is a public service, this is vermin control. I think about all the poor women they have violated and hurt in the past and it galvanises me. There is nothing more satisfying than when these creeps realise they are not the apex predator, the delight I take when the reality of their situation flashes in their eyes and they fill with fear. A delightful shiver runs through me in anticipation as I reach the bottom of the dead end alley. I hear them jeer at each other as they believe they have me cornered, as they delight in t
Erik I am so angry that I can’t even articulate it to her. She is like ice beside me in the back of the car, head firmly locked looking out of the window away from me. How she can be angry at me is beyond belief, she put herself in a ridiculously dangerous situation for a reason that escapes me. Mercifully I was there to help her, even if I hate her for what she has done to me I never want to see her hurt in that way. Yet I do want answers from her. As the car draws to a stop in front of the apartment building she doesn’t even glance in my direction as she harshly pushes open the car door. Ah hell no! I dive out of my side and catch her just as she stands upright. I know I grab her a little too roughly but she is not getting away from me without an explanation. Her eyes bore into me full of annoyance, well she better get used to it I’m not going away. She will give me what I want from her. The noise from the cocktail bar across the street draws my attention and I realise it
Amelia Time itself seems to stop as I am captured by his gaze. I don’t know why I let him do it, I had frozen when he reached out and pulled out my hair, the feel of his fingers running through it like a perfect dream. The gentleness with which he wiped away my lipstick, the reverence in his voice as he whispered his name for me. Now here we are just staring at each other, a strange energy flowing between us. Anger gone, a dangerous place for us to be. Without breaking his gaze I reach for my champagne and drink the whole glass in one go. The corner of his lip turns up amused by my reaction to him. The fucker. Desperately I search for that spark of rage inside that I need as my armour against him. Without it I am likely to say or do something stupid, something that could get us both killed. My hand trembles a little as I place the empty glass back on the table. I need to get out of here, away from him. I move to rise from the booth, to make my escape but he’s already the
Erik My heart and mind race together as she walks slowly, seductively, towards me, utter perfection. That part of me that is so filled with rage towards her is buried deep in this moment. All I can think of is her, how much I want her once more, how much of her I have been denied over the centuries. She was supposed to be mine. And now tonight at least she is, every single inch of her will belong to me. I relish the moment she drops her blazer revealing the tight material clinging to her every curve. My eyes are glued to her as she slowly unbuttons the trousers, the wiggle of her hips as she works free from them. The deliciously slow movement of her elegant fingers as she slides her top up her body and over her head, her full breasts barely contained by her lace bra, the little lace shorts making my cock twitch. Still in those killer heels she closes the rest of the distance between us. Her delicate fingers work their way under my shirt quickly alleviating me from its c
Amelia As the first cracks of daylight seep around the heavy curtains I wake with an instant feeling of dread. I can’t move wrapped so tightly in Erik’s arms, his face nuzzled into my hair, a sweet and comforting embrace for anyone but us. I feel the panic begin to bubble inside of me, how could I be so stupid? The adrenaline of killing those creeps was like a drug and I seem to have lost my mind last night. Giving in to my desires, tasting what I know I can never have. Not only have I endangered Erik and I but that poor girl who’s still in Damian’s clutches, how could I have been so reckless. If he ever finds out about this he will make us all pay. Gingerly I work myself free from his grasp, ever so slowly so as not to wake him. I can not face the conversation he would want to have today, the look in his eyes as I crushed him once more, his life is more important to me than my own and I will not risk it just so I can steal another moment of happiness. I steal just a