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
Amelia In the sanctuary of my room I take a long refreshing shower, letting the hot water wash away the emotions that have been consuming me since I was told of Erik’s situation. There had been no doubt or hesitation in my mind, I was wiling to give whatever was needed to keep him in this world. My whole heart, every part of my being still belonged to him. I don’t bother to turn when I hear the shower door slide open and feel a presence walk in I know who it is already. His lips place a soft kiss at the nape of my neck and arms snake around my body pulling me back into his. I feel him hard for me already. “Was that really necessary” I sigh and I feel the curve of his smile against my skin “If I don’t instigate it he’ll do it himself or get one of them, would you rather that?” I relax into his arms and place my hands over his own as he starts to move them over my body, making me moan at his touch. “No” I moan breathlessly as he squeezes one of my nipples “this only wor
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,
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