***trigger warning chapter contains humiliation and SA*** Amelia I have no solid idea how long has passed, the days are blurring into each other, every one the same, chained to my so called husband, dragged around behind him like his pet day in day out by my collar. My guess would be a few weeks have gone by as my belly has gotten rounder and you can tell I’m pregnant now. It’s even more obvious as that prick denies me the dignity of wearing clothes, he parades me around with him naked. Generally I could give a fuck about the letchy looks from the assholes on his court but when their eyes settle on my belly it makes my blood crawl. I’m relegated to sitting on a cushion by his feet, no better than a dog. He rations my blood only giving me five drops a day just enough to stave off starvation but stopping me from having a clear mind. The ultimate indignity, he has the blood dropped onto his cock and makes me lap it from there in front of everyone. I’m too hungry to have any
Nicolas Leaning back in my office chair I wipe my weary eyes and let out a heavy sigh. My hand reaches for my phone and then I pull it back. I’ve done this so many times over the last few weeks, my own anxiety threatening to run riot over my mind. I haven’t hear a word from Erik or Miranda, I know they are in a process and sensibly I know he will reach out when he is ready, when they have fixed this mess but in my heart it has been too long. Inside I wish with everything that Miranda would pick up the phone, that she would think of me. My greatest regret in this life is not being with her but what can I do? She at her core abhors this life, the fighting between the two factions and yet I am the only one who is holding the thread of peace in place. An all out war between the houses would be catastrophic not just for us but for humans as well. It weighs heavily on me, it weighed so heavily on my sister that she ended her life and Erik it has broken him, his strength left him
Amelia More indistinguishable time has passed, day bleeds into night, my hope is gone my spirit crushed. Damian has not lost his new found interest in me, I had hoped he would grow tired of tormenting me as he does with everything else but evidently not. Nico has been meters away from me since Damian’s dramatic reveal but it is only his body. He is gone, dead behind the eyes, no matter how cruel Damian is, how he ridicules him or makes him do something humiliating and degrading, he carries it out, he takes it, never a flinch, never a word, no emotion, no spark, no fight. My brave warrior is no more he is nothing but Damians play thing. My mind wonders what Erik is doing now, does he have any idea what has happened to us? Will he ever come for us? That is the only way I see out of this mess now, we need a miracle. Part of me wants to find a way to end it all but my fast growing belly stops me, I can not leave my child to Damian’s devices, let him twist my baby’s mind and tur
Amelia “Nico” I hear the awe in my own voice at the sight before me, I don’t even care about the bloody body lying on top of me. Nico, his eyes sharp gives me that wry little smile that he reserves only for me. I’m in shock “Nico how?” It’s barely a whisper. He winks at me, actually fucking winks, “I’m a brilliant strategist my love, now let’s get the fuck out of here!” I’m still too shocked to move, my mind races with all the things I have seen him endure and not once, not one flinch, not one glimmer of emotion, I am simply astounded at his endurance and strength of will. No one and I mean no one would have doubted he was gone, hell I didn’t. “Amelia later we need to go now!” His voice is filled with urgency and snaps me back into the moment. He rifles in Lucien’s pockets and I look at him my question clear in my eyes “Keys” he simply states and then his hands go up in the air in frustration. Nothing in his pockets, Damian is clearly as paranoid as ever he will have the ke
Nico I can barely keep my eyes on the road for looking at her. She sleeps soundly in the seat beside me as I speed us away from our hell. That was the hardest few weeks of my life, I can take being tortured, humiliated but to have her that close to me and not be able to comfort her or give her a sign that all was going to be okay. That was the real torture. The sun is at its pique as we get further and further away, my eyes anxiously check the mirrors for any sign of a tail or unusual behaviour. I know it’s unlikely they would be so close behind us. I had estimated it might take a few hours if we were lucky before someone really started to miss Lucien and go looking. Without Damian there, I would imagine the type of business he is doing he won’t be easily reachable, they will never know our escape route. It makes me smile to think the plan I devised for him is now Amelia and I’s route to safety. Damian’s own arrogance means he never learned the actual finer details of our p
Amelia The plan reacting to our descent wakes me from the first good sleep I have in god knows how long. The terrain out of the window is unfamiliar, high snow capped mountains stretch as far as the eye can see. I estimate we must be in the Alps. We begin to get lower and lower and I grip my seat unable to see the hidden runway that Nico is now putting us down on, with a skill that impresses me. I feel the force of the engines as he breaks and taxis us along the runway bringing us to a stop. Another hidden private airfield is evident outside of the window. The plane begins to move again as he manoeuvres us inside a huge snow covered hanger where we are received by a small crew. He is out of the cockpit and grabbing my hand in a second and the door opens to allow us to descend. I shiver a little as the sharp air hits me an instant reminder of the collar still firmly around my neck. Nico’s hand on the small of my back indicates for me to go first and I refuse to meet the e
Unknown POV This whole situation just does not sit right with me. My entire body crawls with tension as I pace back and forwards before the large one way mirror. The sight of the vampire they call Erik chained, bloodied, beaten to within an inch of his life sends a chill down my spine, an unusual thing for a vampire hunter. Yet I have watched and followed him since his apparent miraculous recovery from our weapon. It baffled and concerned our leaders and they seem to have had an unusual investment in his death. Now, here he is, being tortured but kept alive. An action I can’t quite comprehend, our purpose is to end them not needlessly hurt them. Something about this doesn’t add up and I refuse to go back out into the field until I know what it is. Since I was a child I was trained to fight them, lure them to their deaths with my weapons, taught they were all heartless murdering monsters. That was not what I found shadowing this man, he was compassionate, saved humans with n
Damian Life is good I think, satisfied as I settle into the back of the chauffeured car. Opening the compartment I pour myself a large whisky to celebrate my ultimate victory. Years of patience, planning, letting the little snakes take a bite here and there, trip themselves up, reveal all I needed them to and now all the pieces are where I want them. Nico chained and bound like the dog he is, the mighty warrior, too arrogant, taking what was mine without permission, I must admit their little game of pretend hatred amused me once I figured it out but he was too powerful an ally for Amelia he had to be destroyed. My dear noble cousin, a shiver of delight runs through me as I replay the image of him chained, broken, in the hands of his greatest enemy, helpless. That element could not have turned out more perfectly, I can be assured of his eternal torment while having what I need from him. Finally his threat to my throne over, I laugh aloud, who am I kidding his threat was gone