Erik I watch her through the glass to her office and I am equal parts captivated and annoyed. She still somehow has managed to avoid talking to me and explaining what I need to know. My desire for her has clouded my judgement, I’ve let this rumble on too long and too many parts of the puzzle do not fit together. I need answers. At that very moment she looks up and catches my eye, I feel my chest still, even after all of this time there is no other in the world who can affect me like she does with a simple look. Eyes never leaving me she stands and then does a sexy turn putting that practically naked back to me, her beautiful flesh exposed almost to her ass. I feel my body react instantly and have to swallow the rumble of excitement she illicit’s. A flicker of disappointment runs through me as she pulls on her blazer covering my temptation and then picks up her laptop walking purposefully out of her office, followed closely by her PA a nervous looking little vampire.
Amelia I turn to run from him and by some miracle my compulsion has worked, he is not right behind me. I had been uncertain if I had the mental clarity to make my power work the level of shock I felt finding him uncovering my deepest held secrets. He was looking at my sample, has he worked it out? Does he know the truth? What will he do? I feel sick. No wait I actually feel physically sick. Desperately my eyes search the lobby and mercifully there is a trash can not too far away. I’m painfully aware of the extra loud click of my heels on the marble floor as I dash towards it drawing unwanted attention. I barely make it there before my stomach empties loudly into it. I’m embarrassed and don’t dare look up, unable to bare the curious looks of those passing by. In a thousand years I have not been sick, vampires don’t get sick. Can he honestly affect me so strongly? As only bile remains my wretching begins to stop and I can breathe again. Wiping the tears from my cheeks I
Amelia Two days of hiding out at the Waldorf alone, head in a tail spin. Pregnant. I reach down and touch my stomach. This precious little miracle inside of me. Part of me just wants to run right now, disappear into the night, it would be easier to run and hide on my own. The thought of leaving Erik, of him never knowing, I know it would keep him safe and I would sacrifice everything to keep him safe. Well not everything anymore. Our child is more important now. How can I deny him the same chance to protect and love our child? Even if it puts him in the danger I have always tried to keep him away from, he has the right to be with us. I need to tell him everything. Still I feel sick and it’s beyond the morning or should I say all day sickness that I have been fighting the last two days. It’s come from no where but now I feel my whole body affected. The few vampire babies that I have had the opportunity to study have grown quicker, the gestation seems to be half of that
Amelia I hesitate to respond and I see an anger in him now beyond anything I had compelled. His hand tightens a little around my neck but it only serves to make me want him more. His face moves closer to mine, eyes narrowing “Am I your true master?” And there it is the truth I can no longer deny. I give the most imperceptible nod of my head and it earns me a frustrated snarl. He presses his raging hard on into my stomach making it impossible to think straight, to come up with excuses. “Am I your fucking master Amelia?” “Yes” I whisper, his eyes blaze, “Yes” I repeat louder. The intensity of emotion in his eyes burns me like the sun, my breath catches in my chest as I wait for his response. “Do you fucking want me?” What kind of question is that, nothing in this world could be more obvious “Yes” I’m quick to respond breathlessly. His face is almost unreadable “Yes what?” Fuck me he’s still there, still needing to take control of the situation. “Yes master” the infer
Amelia My whole body may have frozen but Erik’s doesn’t he continues to work in and out while Nico stares at us enraged. I am too lost to him to form any kind of coherent response or excuse but Erik seems to cover it for me. “Join us?” One simple statement, a statement that will change everything. A slow deliberate smile takes Nico’s face as he watches us now. “Why not” he states and begins to undress. Is this seriously happening right now? He walks towards us and a look passes between Erik and Nico above my head, what am I in for. I feel bereft as Erik withdraws from me and then his hand snakes under my body pulling me up against this hard body. He walks with me like that pressed against him towards the large rattan sofa. Nico sits down before us his cock completely and utterly ready for this moment. Erik moves me towards him helping me to straddle Erik and positioning myself above his waiting eager cock. Inside I feel a little twinge of guilt I have not missed this
Amelia “We need to talk” all three of us blurt out at the exact same moment. Shit, well the bubble is well and truly broken. The bite of the air makes me shiver and they both look at me, somehow I don’t feel self conscious under their gaze. Erik gives a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, I can see his anger still bubbling under the surface just looking for a reason to come out. Inspecting Nico’s beautiful face, it feels like the whole world has changed since the last time I saw it, he looks tired and worried. “I need a shower and clothes then we’ll talk” I state firmly and walk away from them. “I’ll cook us dinner” Nico calls after me and I can’t help a little smile, he is a divine cook, if he wasn’t who he is he would be a world class chef. Taking my time in the shower I let the warm water soothe me, calm the torrent of emotions swirling, my nerves, my fears. Telling Erik about the baby was daunting enough but now Nico will need to know too. He will want to
Amelia My eyes are heavy as I try to force them open, throat dry and hoarse from dehydration. Blinking rapidly as I try to adjust to the bright light above me after the darkness. Moving to sit up I become aware my wrists are bound . . . What the hell . . . I try to clear the fog in my brain, I remember being at the breakfast bar eating with Erik and Nico and then it went dark. Whipping my head to each side I look for them and my eyes finally adjust to the light. I recognise my surroundings it’s my bedroom at the mansion, how the hell did I get here? Why am I tied up? I try to move my legs but they too are held firmly in a binding. A cruel laugh echos through the room and then he comes into view. Damian walks over and sits in a seat placed beside my bed. His eyes are triumphant, his smile pure evil. He reaches out and strokes my face, I have to resist my instinct to pull back from him. “Ah wife” there is scorn as he says the word wife. “You are back with me, how I have
Erik My eyes open and I feel a bit disorientated my body jiggles with a gentle movement that I quickly recognise as being on a plane, yet I don’t remember getting on a plane. I search to try and remember how I got here but there is nothing an emptiness where what I know should be. Looking around I notice Harlow sitting across from me, she looks peaceful in her own gentle sleep. Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration I search again for my most recent memory. Harlow and I getting out of the car to go and face my dickhead of a cousin, to answer his summons. Then how are we back here on the plane? What happened in that meeting? Why the hell can’t I remember. Reaching to pull out my phone I hope it might give me some answers, texts, a call, an email anything. It’s not there, I pat every pocket and there is no sign of my phone. What the hell is going on here? Frustrated and needing answers I reach forward and shake Harlow to awaken her. Her eyes open too slowly for m
Clara I allow my hands to roam over his hard muscular chest, sliding them up around his neck and into his dark hair, I feel myself tug at it with need as his tongue becomes more and more insistent. My mind whirls with the incredible feel of every flick of his tongue, lost to my need for him. Suddenly his weight shifts, those strong hands grip my hips and I’m pulled on top of him as he shifts back, never breaking our kiss. This new position puts me right over his rock hard need and oh my, it is impressive. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he grips my hips pulling me closer to him. Feeling bereft as his lips leave mine but only for a second as he leaves a blazing trail of kisses from my lips to the base of my neck, where he buries his face into the nape of my neck and then begins to gently, teasingly suck a spot, I feel the graze of his teeth and then the most delicious shiver of pleasure runs through me as he bites into me, slowly sensually drinking from me. It has n
Clara The cool night air bites at my cheeks as we step out onto the street, the feeling of his hand in mine electric. The hotel looms before us and we both take a step in that direction and then pause with an awkward laugh. “You’re staying there too?” He chuckles in that deep hypnotic tone. I nod suddenly shy, even if we are the same, how do I tell him about the tragedy of my life, explain what I am doing here and then another thought hits me, what if he is from one of the houses loyal to Damien? Knowing my luck he will be, which leads me to another even more terrifying thought, what if he was actually sent by Damien? Could it really be a coincidence that he is here so close to the mansion by accident. I feel my whole body tense as the pessimistic thoughts flood through me. A gentle tug on my hand snaps me back into the moment, his beautiful face filled with concern as he studies my features. Surely someone who looks like a literal angel can’t be evil? Yet I know how stupid
Clara Sitting alone at a bar has to be a new low for me but I don’t know what else to do with myself. The bar itself is decent, in the bustling town not far from the mansion, I had to leave, to breathe, I’ve been a vampire for exactly eighteen years and those years have been miserable. I couldn’t leave Amelia, she protected me before she even knew me and I had to do the same but the last few weeks have been emotionally exhausting. Erik was gone for an especially long time this last trip, Miranda and Papa no longer speak even to each other it’s like they’re dead inside and everyone else has long ago departed the sinking ship like the rats they are. There’s only so much flower arranging and talking to an unresponsive Amelia and Nico one can take before they feel like they’re starting to go insane. I just need a little space, a little fresh air before I go back. I jump a little as I feel a presence slide into the bar seat beside me, their energy is electric but I’m so drained
*** 18 Years Later*** Erik Standing before the once grand house that I had called home for so many years I hesitate to walk up the steps, now strewn with leaves and debris. The formerly immaculate white building that had neatly manicured wisteria and Ivy winding around the grand entrance pillars is now overgrown and greying. It looks cold and empty, soulless, a far cry from when it was bustling with our family. The big window shutters all firmly closed even though it is the middle of the day, shielding the world from the misery that lies beyond them. I don’t blame the others for abandoning us the house is a monument to pain and loss. My anger and bitterness consumes me, heightened every time I return here. I have spent eighteen years scouring the globe for my son, turning over every rock, investigating every possible sighting, I have never come even close to him. I am a monumental failure and I dread each time I must come back empty handed to tell Amelia how useless I am.
Amelia Physically I feel fine, better than fine, my body is like nothing ever happened to it but my heart is forever changed. I had always thought nothing could compare to the love I felt for Erik but the love I have for Rowan consumes me, yet, with it comes fear and anxiety like I had never imagined. I can feel the raw power radiating from him, it’s like nothing I have ever experienced and it fills part of me with a hope that has always eluded me, that Damian can be defeated. In equal measures the knowledge of the terror Damian would be able to reign with that power under his control, it chills me to the core, everyone would be doomed. And that thought has my body trembling with rage, that we have let the immediate threat to Rowan slip through our fingers. She’s out there free to betray us all over again and put my son in danger. I hear the roar of anger that releases from me like it has come from someone else. I move to chase her through the passages, to capture her befo
Erik As soon as I walk through the doors to the bedroom my heart instantly calms and then soars. Lia is just walking out of the bathroom, dressed and looking perfectly healthy once more. Clara surprisingly is holding Rowan and they seem to be under each others spell, his tiny little hand touching her face and neither even so much glances my way as I enter. Nico rises from the sofa where he was lounging, he looks relaxed but I can tell he is on full alert underneath the exterior. His hand pats me on the shoulder and he leans in “How did it go?” His voice low to keep the conversation between us. A heavy sigh releases from me before my words “About as good as you would expect, the guards are helping her to move on as we speak” Even with our hushed tones I see Lia’s ears prick up at our conversation and she changes direction to come and join us. Her eyes narrow “what are you two whispering about?” We exchange looks, I had wanted to keep her out of this, let her enjoy Rowan and
Erik My very blood is boiling as I march towards the room that Nico had Harlow confined to. As I approach I am pleased to see there have been two guards stationed at the door, their eyebrows raise in curiosity as they take in my angered demeanour. They are quick to move out of my way and I feel the force that I yank the door open, it banging loudly against the wall. My eyes rake the room for her and I find her sprawled on the bed, her now surprised face streaked with mascara tears, skin raw and red from her crying. A small part of me tugs with sympathy for her pain but then I remember her betrayal. The memories Miranda had helped me stitch back together can only lead to one conclusion she worked with Damian, she played a part in my memories of Amelia being wiped away. She is not who I thought she was. After a moments hesitation she leaps from the bed barrelling towards me arms open wide to embrace me. I catch her wrists before she can touch me and hold her in place, I see t
Erik The room is a flurry of activity and I just stand there in a daze as Miranda barks requests at everyone. This is actually happening! My child, our child, he is about to be born! I feel a strong grip on my shoulders and focus in on Nico in front of my face, there’s a look of excitement all over his features. “Erik it’s happening get with it!” He barks at me and then he’s gone following some request from Miranda. He’s right, I give myself a shake and move into action. I couldn’t even count the amount of babies I’ve delivered in my long life, this should be me and not Miranda delivering my son. Dashing into the bathroom I quickly wash myself with cold water, the sharp sting on my skin calling me to life, waking every nerve ending and then I’m back in the flurry of activity. Gently I look to move Miranda away from Lia so I can check her progress, she gives me a confused glance and then shakes her head “Erik I’m forgetting myself” A warm smile spreads over my face, we al
Amelia Everything inside of me is churning as I watch his features change from pain to something calmer and more peaceful. Miranda is truly a god send her power over the mind a blessing in her hands but if she was a different person it could be lethal. I give thanks she is on our side. Second by second my heart hurts waiting for him to wake up, Nico’s arms are wrapped tightly around me and I pull every bit of comfort I can from them. Papa paces nervously across the room, pain etched on every feature. I curse the day Damian was born. Slowly his eyes begin to flutter open and that same look of peace stays on his face, it takes him a moment to focus and then his eyes open wide at all of the gathered people. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice hoarse from the screaming, quickly I pass over a glass of water as Miranda helps him to sit up, his features becoming more confused. Gently I stroke the sweat soaked hair back from his forehead “You were screaming my love, Miranda helpe