Amelia
Truly alone at last I lay atop my large bed and think about him. The feel of his skin, the beauty of his features, my memory is perfect as a vampire but memories can not compete with flesh and blood. I feel great sadness at what should have been ours before Damian destroyed us. My mind wanders back through the centuries back to the day before our wedding. I remember the joy I felt at that moment like it was yesterday. My heart full and bursting with excitement to become Erik’s wife, to spend the rest of our lives together. I was gathering flowers beyond the castle wall in the early morning dew when I first laid eyes on Damian. His black horse was huge and imposing he had stopped before me and there was a look in his eyes, a portent of the pain he brought, an unease gripped my soul as he smiled at me. By that very afternoon he had captured me alone proposing his deal. I was to be his and Erik would be allowed to live. Turning a witch the greatest of all crimes, the irony that the King himself intended to do just this once he bartered for Erik’s life was not lost on me. I had agreed without hesitation, I could not live with Erik’s death and the King would have taken me anyway after that. He was too powerful to fight. Broken I asked for one final night, some time to think and I would leave with him at the break of dawn. I never knew until many years later he had spread the word that he had killed me as Erik’s punishment for intending to turn a witch. I had thought back then that it would have been kinder, a closure that would have allowed him to move on with his life but it seems he has been stuck in the same purgatory as I. Devastated I had gone running to Papa but his face as I told him all was one of loss, I knew then there was no real way to defeat Damian. A glimmer, an idea from Papa to lessen the burden of my fate. A single night, a single gift from my true love. We had prepared and readied and as night fell Papa snuck me safely to Erik’s room. His face had been full of delight at the sight of me, boldly I approached him in what was supposed to be my wedding undergarment, light and soft material leaving little to the imagination. He had tried to look away and resist but I had given him no option, pressing myself into him letting him feel the curve of my body touch his, turning his face, his lips almost touching mine, it barely took anything to close that distance and taste him for the first time. Hesitant at first he returned my kiss, I knew he was no virgin like me, he had been alive for hundreds of years before I was born but there was a sweetness and innocence to that kiss. Breaking the kiss he placed his forehead to mine “Lia we can’t we’re not married yet” I smiled running my hand around his neck, tangling my fingers in his long hair dark hair, so soft so perfect. “Are you planning on leaving me at the alter?” I asked breathlessly. He chuckled softly brushing my hair from my face with a reverence that I could never forget “Never my love, I will love you until my dying breath, I am yours for eternity” Thankfully his lips claim mine so he can not see my heart breaking in my eyes. His kiss becomes more confident, more needy and I respond with everything I have, I tug the back of his hair as he leaves a trail of blistering kisses from my mouth to the base of my neck “Yes my love” I whisper and he picks me up laying me gently on the bed. His eyes search mine “Are you sure?” I nod vigorously “Never more so” and I see his last shred of restraint evaporate. His strong hands work under the hem of the night dress pulling it over my head leaving me fully exposed to him, his eyes hungrily devour every inch of me as he removes his own coverings. I am shocked when he settles himself between my legs and a wicked smile spreads over his face as he disappears into my most private place. Jumping a little as his hot wet tongue licks me there but oh how good it felt, as he sucked and circled my clit, gently pushing inside of me with a finger at the same time, causing a pleasure I could never have imagined. Within moments a strange but wonderful fire had rocked through my body giving me a bliss that I could not have imagined possible. He crawled up my body then and the feeling of him excited every part of me, deep passionate soul stealing kisses taken from me, his hot wet tongue sucking and nipping at my breasts and his hardness positioning at the opening he had just brought to life. The questioning look for reassurance that I fully give and then the exquisite feeling of him slowly carefully beginning to fill me, a little at a time, almost so slow that I wanted to hurry him along, feeling him reach a barrier and the cry I gave as he pushes past it, the obstacle to true fulfilment gone. How he stayed there letting me feel him as he kissed me and then the slow gentle movements building up, my legs wrapped around him needing to feel everything that I could. The pace, the passion building, my own instinct to move with him growing, as he made my body sing beneath him. The desire in his eyes as I guided him to the base of my neck encouraging him to drink from me, the intense feeling of fireworks once more rocking my body as he did and his last powerful thrust as he filled me with his own climax. One perfect night, my virginity given to my heart, my gift to take with me the memory of us together in bliss. He didn’t even notice the sleeping potion I slipped into the wine I handed him, didn’t wake up as I used the little knife and vial to pierce his vein and take his blood. Nor as I used his saliva to close both our wounds keeping my secret. He never blinked as I kissed his lips in a final goodbye. Mercifully Damian was not a patient man and planned to take me and turn me as soon as he got his hands on me, he missed the little vial I swallowed right before he pulled me to him to claim me. The blood coursing through my veins turning me not his own, the change already triggered by that of my one true love.Harlow - 1 Year Later The fear in my heart is real, Erik gives me a tender kiss of reassurance. He thinks I am scared to go to the King’s palace because of the dangers that lie there. In a way he is correct but the danger is him finding out his precious Lia is still alive, the danger is me loosing his love that I have so cherished for the past year, the danger is his heart closing to me once more. I’m fully aware of the vampire court, the opulence, the parties, the plotting and that does not phase me. A beautiful, selfless, strong woman with amber eyes does. She has haunted my dreams for the last year, the gift she unknowingly gave me at her own expense has made me the happiest vampire alive. In the middle of the night I often wake up though wracked with guilt. It feels like it crushes me at times, she is living a lie, a life of danger so that I can curl up in bed next to her true love. There have been times that I have almost told him the truth, especially whe
Amelia My face may be a mask of calm but inside my stomach is twisting and my heart racing. What game is Damian playing bringing Erik here? Does he suspect? Does he know? Only Nico’s calm exterior settles my worries if he did know even a fraction of the truth Nico’s behaviour towards me would be very different, he would be in full hate mode instead of indifferent. Our secret language to each other to deceive my darling husband. As soon as the excruciating meal is over I make my excuses and put as much distance between Erik and I as physically possible. That beautiful sweet woman that was with him made me want to be sick. Nothing to do with her, she was lovely, well spoken and I could see by the look in her eyes how she adores him. Everything I had wanted for him to have but it hit me like a dagger to my heart. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would actually have to come face to face with it. I beeline for my private chambers, I need some space just t
Harlow I am unnerved, this has been a strange and unsettling day. The relief I feel at being shown to our chambers and getting away from those people is palpable. Everything about Amelia makes me feel inadequate and yet I can not muster the desire to hate her. I watched her through that horrible lunch, she was so calm and composed. If I had not been witness to her sacrifice with my own eyes I would have truly believed she had no love remaining for Erik. I do not envy the life she lives. As we close the door behind us I run my hands over Erik’s back and around his waist but I feel him stiffen beneath my touch in a way he has not since before he had taken ill. He surprises me further by stepping out of my reach. My heart begins to ache. She may have compelled his mind to believe he hated her but I am beginning to fear that compulsion can not reach the heart. I can not bear to loose him now. Desperately I close the distance between us and without words I wrap my arms aroun
Amelia I look at myself in the mirror wearing my dramatic make up like armour, deep red lips and black smokey eyeshadow. My hair tumbles in dark waves down my naked back. The gold chainmail of my dress cold against my skin where it touches. Short and tight fitting tying around my neck with a deep cowl showing off my cleavage and a completely bare back. The dress sent by my darling husband. How I hate him to the very core of his being. My small mercy being that he no longer cares to touch me himself. I had endured his ‘affections’ for centuries as he tried desperately to get me to give him an heir. Vampire children are exceedingly rare, perhaps one born every century. No one quite knows why it happens for the rare few and not the rest of us. Well, that’s not exactly true I know the secret but in order to protect my own life and Erik’s I can never share what I found in my research. It took me decades in the lab studying the blood work and dna of those who had success
Amelia If I had thought that the drinks reception was tough the actual meal is worse. I am sat beside Damian as always but the first seat along the table is Erik to my left and his beautiful wife. To Damian’s right as always is Nico his customary glower on his face. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife at our end of the table, sounds of normal and excited chatter drift up from further down the banqueting table but there is an awkward stony silence hanging over us. I feel myself pushing my food around my plate unable to face actually eating anything. I can’t even look up I don’t want to see the hate burning in Erik’s eyes for me. I know I did it to myself but every bit of love I have ever felt for him still burns inside of me. Damian’s cold voice finally breaks the silence “Doesn’t Amelia just look good enough to eat tonight Erik?” His question loaded with innuendo. Fuck! Fuck him why does he always have to be such an antagonistic prick! Still I refuse to look up
Amelia My belly does a little flip flop of nervous excitement as the table is cleared and we are ushered back into the ball room. As we walk through the doors naked humans hand Venetian style masks to each of us. I laugh at the irony of the masks, everyone knows exactly who’s behind the masks it’s a strange illusion of anonymity they represent. I take another glass of champagne along with my gold mask to match my dress, that I know I won’t be wearing for much longer. The ballroom is now surrounded with beds and sofa’s around the edges, still room to dance and mill if that’s what one so wishes. The lighting is dimmed to create a more intimate atmosphere and low sexy music plays in the background. Most of the vampires here are free to enjoy whomever they please throughout the rest of the evening. Only a select few have been issued playmates by my husband but those who have are off limits to anyone else. I’m escorted by a naked human male to the King’s private area, it’s
Harlow I had tried with everything in me not to watch them, to get lost in my own pleasure from the beautiful fledgling between my legs but it was impossible. The sounds of pure passion and rawness of connection could not be ignored. I had watched as she writhed between them and part of me had wanted to be in there with them, to be a part of it. The other part felt a dark jealousy that I had not know I was capable of, Erik’s face was full of an intensity that I had never seen before. He looked at her in a way he had never looked at me. Watching Nico carry her away I feel relief, that once more Erik is all mine. I notice a tenderness in the way he cradles her that is at odds with the disdain he usually displays towards her. I look to Damian to see if he has noticed but his attention is elsewhere already. He watches Erik with hawk eyes as he gets dressed once more and I shift to fix my dress back down moving away
Amelia I follow my personal butler down to the grand foyer where my bags are already waiting to be put into the car that will take us to the jet. Erik is there before me his face set in a grim line, he doesn’t even acknowledge me as I join him. Harlow is no where to be found and my heart aches a little for her, no matter how hard this is going to be I know being stuck here with Damian will be so much worse for her. Mercifully Nico arrives at this very moment, his expression surly and sharp but at least it creates some momentum, a welcome distraction from the awkwardness of the situation. “Let’s go” He snaps and I put on my sunglasses to shield my eyes from their scrutiny, the car ride will not be a comfortable one. Nico doesn’t help by taking the front passenger side leaving me alone in the back with him. We sit at oppostite sides both hugging to the window, the few inches between us feel like an ocean. I fix my gaze out of the window and sit like a statue the entire
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