Amelia Erik’s head slumps low his body heavy against the chains holding him tot he wall, it looks like he is unconscious, every inch of his body is covered in wounds and bruises, blood pools at his feet. I have to stifle a cry, knowing that I can’t fall apart just now we need to get him out of here. Desperately I look to Clara and she types in numbers on a keypad to release the door, it beeps and then stays red, locked, keeping me apart from Erik. Panic begins to rise in my throat, at the look of shock on Clara’s face that her code hasn’t worked. I’m about to start clawing at the door to let us in when Giovanna’s gentle touch makes me look a her. She nods to Nico who is barking orders into his comms, less than a second later he gives me a wink and the door releases. I have never felt relief like it when it opens enough that I can push through. I just need to get to Erik. Everything in me wants to touch him but his body is so damaged that I worry I will cause him more pain.
Erik I slowly regain consciousness and wonder what fresh torrent of hell awaits me today. Yet, my body does not scream in agony as I have become accustom to, the bite of chains around my wrists and ankles doesn’t grind against my very bones. My back feels cushioned on a soft comfortable material, my skin feels normal instead of open wounds grating on a rough stone wall. My mind doubts itself, what fresh torture have they conjured up to try and break me even further, honestly I am broken, they don’t need to do anything more to me, I welcome the final death rather than this existence of incessant pain and torture. Resisting the temptation to open my eyes and be exposed to their tricks I try to pretend I am still unconscious, perhaps they will leave me alone a little longer. “He should be awake by now Nico what if something is really wrong with him?” My heart sings at the sound of her sweet voice, my angel, my heart, my very soul, my Amelia. Then it hardens, this is a tric
Amelia The relief, the joy, the pure heart jumping moment of Erik opening his eyes was ruined and interrupted by that little traitor. I know I was cruel and shouldn’t have reacted like that before Erik is really recovered but her self righteous anger just tipped me over the edge. I have been holding it all together but only with the thinnest of threads and she snapped it. I wanted nothing more than to rip her head clean from her shoulders but I know that wouldn’t help Erik right now. At least she is gone from my fucking sight. If she has any brains she will stay that way. Turning quickly back to Erik I give him my full attention, I can see the damage in his eyes, he is not himself. He looks haunted. Sitting beside him and taking his hand once more I cup his face with my other “Erik talk to me please, are you okay?” Shit I curse myself, what a stupid question! Of course he’s not bloody okay. Yet I feel the slightest squeeze on my hand with his own and the attempt at a smile as
Amelia I pause inside the doorway to the room Nico and I have been sharing. He’s there shoving clothes into a bag, when he hears me he stops and turns to face me, his eyes heavy and sad. “Nico what is this?” It’s barely a whisper but he hears me. His head shakes ever so slightly as he rakes his hand through his hair. I walk over to him, placing my hands on his chest but his eyes refuse to meet mine. “Nico?” I press and eventually he looks at me. His voice is full of raw emotion when he eventually speaks. “Amelia there is no place for me here, you and Erik are going to be a family, I’m no fool I know he is your soulmate and I don’t plan on causing you problems, you’re both safe it’s time for me to make my own way. I knew this day would come” My heart stutters a little at his words, it had never crossed my mind that he would feel this way, that he could think there wasn’t a place for him with us. I reach up and touch his face, his eyes close as he leans into my touch and I
Amelia I sit bolt upright in bed as a blood curdling scream rips through the stillness of the night. It takes my confused mind too long to focus on where it is coming from I had been in the most peaceful sleep I could ever remember. My heart races as I try to focus. Suddenly a light flicks on and Nico is standing beside the bed coiled, ready to defend against the danger. Finally my senses hone in on the noise, Erik laying beside me, eyes tight in sleep, his body trembling and covered in a cold sweat, an unearthly scream of pain ripping from him over and over again. The room door slams open, a sleepy but alert looking Papa and Miranda stop just inside the room, I see the pain in their eyes as they take Erik in. “What should I do? Will I wake him?” I can hear the desperation and fear in my own voice. I had thought he was okay after our conversation but he must have been putting a face on how he was really feeling. What horrors did they truly inflict upon him? Miranda rushe
Harlow My heart is in my throat as I pace the room. Eyes fixated on the rapidly deteriorating condition of the person I love most in this world. My body shakes, tears carve streams down my face, my throat raw from hours upon hours of emotional pain. If I close my eyes for a moment I can picture him as he should be, that dimple on his chin standing out with his breathtaking smile, dark hair flopping into his bright blue eyes. Strong, muscular, powerful. One of the thirteen vampire lords, the best of them. The only one of his line after his mother Eve had chosen the true death. I don’t know exactly how old he is, even he doesn’t anymore but in that very long life he has never made another vampire. Of all of the people that the hunters could have targeted with this horrific new bio weapon they have created, they have made a mistake. He has never harmed a soul, never fed from humans and uses his healing power as a doctor in the human world to save their lives. We have bee
Harlow I’m pulled from my misery by a loud commotion running through the house. Nicolas raises his head looking at me with questions in his eyes. I just shake my head and open the doors, at the top of the stairs I stop looking down into the large entrance vestibule, I can see the front doors wide open and beyond three blacked out Range Rovers in front of the house. Who the hell is that? A huge mean looking vampire in a black suit and black sunglasses opens the rear door of the middle car and my breath stops in my throat. The elegant woman stepping out is dressed in a red fitted designer trouser suit, killer black stilettos and a black lace almost see through fitted top beneath. Black sunglasses hide her eyes, deep red paints her lips and her black hair pulled back tightly in a chick smooth bun. She looks like she should be on the cover of a fashion magazine. I am in no doubt who she is. The Vampire Queen. Recovering my senses I dash back to tell Nicholas, this is even wor
Amelia As I make my way through the front doors of the castle like mansion I call home I prepare myself for what is coming. I snuck away without informing my King where I was going and I will be punished for it. Queen or not he is still my master, still the most powerful. Yet I find myself unable to care what my punishment will be Erik walks this world still and that is all that matters to me. Pausing before the doors to his council chamber I prepare myself, put on my mental armour, after all this time he can not shake me. As I stride in I see the letcherous looks on his cronies faces, refusing to meet their eyes I make my way to the empty seat beside my husband. Nico his most prized right hand man gives me a look that tells me I am indeed in trouble. A sideways glance from my husband proceeds his challenge “Where have you been without our permission my wife” the last word emphasised like that should mean I have no control over what I do without him. I smile sweetl