“There’s nothing I can do Rasmus.”
I punch the mattress in response. Nam ignores my outburst.
“Dr Salvador was right – it is terminal. Perhaps there *is* something you could do for her though?” Nam asks me, pointedly.
I sigh and shake my head. “She’s staunchly against the idea.”
“Ras!” Lise interjects from where she’s sitting on the bed, stroking Leda’s hair.
“I - we’ve already lost Lars!” Lise is nigh on hysterical. “We can’t lose Leda too
“My feelings weren’t in jest anymore.” I wasn’t really expecting to wake up to a tearful Lise confessing. Then again, I’m not sure I was expecting to wake up. I knew there was something going on between Lars and Lise though! The way he watched her all the time; looking to her for approval. The way she smiled whenever he was mentioned in conversation; or the way that smile got bigger when he entered the room. Did they waste all that time wondering if the other felt the same way? I take a deep breath in. No wonder Lise is tearful. I try to soothe her, but I know that nothing is going to fill the emptiness Lars’ death has left in her life. I enjoyed the sensations of cuddling with them both, until Lise mentioned becoming a vampire. I would have been annoyed but I was more intrigued by her ‘queen’ comment. What does that even mean? It must mean something because I feel Rasmus physically cringe as the word leaves her lips. Then she gets up. I might have just woken up bu
Two weeks. It took two weeks for Leda’s bruises to fade and the various cuts and scrapes to start healing. I spent those two weeks holding Leda. It got to the point where if I wasn’t there then she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, sleep. Nam was more attentive than was strictly necessary, and it gave me pause. That wasn’t his usual style when I brought new vampires to him. Perhaps it was because Leda was human? Or perhaps it was because his prognosis was optimistically speculative. At any rate, Leda was moving about a bit more and able to stay awake for more than an hour at a time. Nam suggested the over-exhaustion was more to do with the lack of proper food, drink and sleep during her time in the castle dungeons. I dream of rescuing her the night of the ball. I’m successful every night. Each time, she looks at me with those night-sky eyes and confesses her love for me. Each morning I’m crushed with the guilt and disappointment of my failure. When she was finally relea
Well, thank you King of Interference. It’s been two days and I’m already sick of the ‘Council’ as the heads of state have styled themselves. I’m not sure how they think I’m going to sort everything in two days but I’m half tempted to wipe them out. I spot Torstein walking toward my office through the open door. “Torstein! You realise that since you oh-so-kindly got the heads of state to ‘unanimously vote me in’ they’ve been hounding me like I owe them something?!” “Well show them you don’t.
I’m really feeling it now.I know it’s not going to be long before I go.I sent my resignation into the university a few days ago; before Lars’ funeral. HR have been calling me to have an ‘exit meeting’ despite me saying that I wouldn’t be able to perform the role any longer due to health issues.Typical HR.
Agnete glanced at Torstein, who shrugged “Leda’s not the most formal person you’ve ever met.”We stopped at the door. “Leda, this is Mathias’ wife Agnete. Agnete, this is Leda – you’re right; she’s our queen. But she won’t accept any titles.”“Of course.” she answered, smiling her dead smile again. I knew better than to believe her: she didn’t understand in the slightest.She allowed us to pass her, and we stood
I'm sitting in my office ruminating over Leda not spending the day with me. What a waste. Then again, I'm glad I'm not the one who's taking her to meet Agnete. She wants to apologise! Completely unnecessary. I smirk as I consider what Torstein's reaction might be.I sigh as I check the clock on the wall opposite. I'm going to have to take that down at this rate. I don't need to know its been almost two hours since I left Leda. I've got nothing to show for it except that ever-present ache in my heart which is getting stronger by the minute. Lise suddenly slams the door to my office open. I stand upon her interruption and brace myself for terrible news "Lise! What the?!"
I blink. Nothing. I blink again. Still nothing. Are my eyes even open? Looking around, everything is just black. No shades, no tones. No gradients. Just black. There are no lights to beckon me, no family to welcome me. Just a deep, never-ending darkness. I’ve changed my mind. Oblivion isn’t sweet. It’s unnerving. Wow. All the cultures that have gone before? They were all wrong. There are no jackal-headed gods waiting in a desert; no feasts in mighty halls; no Elysian fields or impatient ferrymen. Just a chasmic dark. This is distressing. I turn back and forth. Then look down at myself; I’m still in my night clothes but my bruises are gone, and I don’t hurt anymore. So, I’m definitely dead, right? Otherwise, I’d still hurt? Is my life so unremarkable that there’s no one here to greet me? I feel tears scratch at my throat. “Now that’s not true at all” I whipped around. “Lars?! Wait – how did you?” He chuckled “Thoughts have a habit of echoing a
“Rasmus?” “Leda.” He smiles at me, he seems... relieved. “Rasmus? Why is your pulse so loud?” His eyes flash that honey gold colour and I’ve suddenly got an altogether terrible feeling about this. I rip the covers from me and leap out of the bed; rushing to the dresser mirror. The face looking back at me is... me. Perfectly me... My scar has gone; my face has a healthy glow; my eyes shine... even my chin is far tauter than it was when I went to bed. I lift my top and run my hands over my newly unscarred abdomen in wonder. Then it hits me – I leapt from that bed. There was no pain. “Leda-” Rasmus’ voice calls from behind me. I ignore him. I can’t keep the emotions from churning throughout my whole body. Horror. Anger. Betrayal. Fear. My face decays in front of my eyes; eyes becoming a deep blood red as my mouth becomes that unholy cavern of sharp, pointy teeth. I scream. I feel arms wrap around me from behind and I spin in them, smashing my fists
(THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE TWELVE YEARS AFTER CHAPTER 61) LEDA POV Rasmus calmly walks through the door to the suite, and I look at him, annoyed. “Why do I let you do this to me?!” I huff, as I bounce on a medicine ball. He grins “Mmm.” He pretends to consider the question as he stalks over to me “Because you love me” he announces confidently. He places his hands on my cheeks and turns my head up towards him; pecking me gently on the lips. I narrow my eyes at him, as he saunters back over to the other side of the room. He looks back at me, notices the look on my face, and gives me a smug, triumphant grin. “Less and less by the second” I tell him, bouncing harder He laughs “Funny. I seem to remember you saying something awfully similar last time.” he settles on the armchair’s arm. I flinch as a pang hits me and I grip hold of the back of the dresser chair next to me. “Breathe, min lille tærtebund, breathe.” Rasmus looks worried, but I grin – well, probably more gr
RASMUS POV Ten years. It passed in the blink of an eye. Leda took to the role of queen like a duck to water, not that anyone but her ever had any doubt. She still hasn't opened her own bakery and she's still got an unhealthy obsession with Greggs pastries. She took her knowledge and skills from the university and got a degree in psychology. She's been helping with those vampires who struggle with their rebirth. She's still the most perfect creature in existence. The biggest obstacle we've had to overcome has been the 'council'. Because Leda was right, of course. Some of the council ‘men’ – I sneer at the thought – seemed to assume that Leda would be a queen similar to Carlotta. It started with inappropriate comments. I thought I’d shut them down well enough but then Orm decided to corner Leda after a meeting. I grit my teeth as I walk along.
The two of us remain silent. A hush descends over the crowd. “King Rasmus.” Harald addresses me directly before turning to Leda “Adelaide” he smiles indulgently as she scrunches her nose up. “Will you take Adelaide to be your wife? Will you take King Rasmus to be your husband? Will you love each other, comfort each other honour and protect each other, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to each other as long as you both shall live?” “We will” Leda and I respond simultaneously. I catch Leda smile at me from the corner of my eye and I reach out to squeeze her hand. Harald coughs and I retract my hand quickly. He nods. The crowd titters. “I understand you have your own vows? King Rasmus if you would like to read yours first?” I take a deep breath and turn to look at Leda. She smiles at me and reaches out to hold my hand. Harald coughs and she tuts at him, shooting him a glare. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smile; giving up, just like that! “Leda” I whisper. She squ
I wanted to surprise Leda. I’m not sure if the new law was the way to go about it. She just looks... confused. “Come.” I tell her “I have one more surprise for you.” I just hope she’s less confused about this next surprise. I lead her through the castle corridors to the royal suite – it's been completely redone since Carlotta’s death. It was one of the first things I did – try to rid the place of any and all Danneskiold stains. “Did you... did you enact that law for me?” Leda suddenly asks. “I did. Well, with you in mind. Nothing will ever take away what I did to you, Leda.” I sigh “But also, Carlotta forced people to turn – I can’t conscience that. I don’t know what I was thinking when I did it to you, but I –” “Thank you” she interrupts and takes my hand. I smile down at her, squeezing her hand gently. We reach the suite and I open the door and step aside, so Leda can enter first. She steps in and I hear her short intake of breath as she looks around. Ca
It’s been eighteen months and Rasmus has finally given in. Today he will officially be crowned king in a big ceremony with loads of droning ‘councilmen’ who think they know best because they voted him in. Even though he was born to the role and has been doing a better job of it than anyone else for almost three hundred years. I told him to let them have their time and then pass a law disbanding them. He looked at me like I had six heads. I still think it’s a good idea considering how much stress they’ve caused him. I’m about to knock on the door, I know he’s practising some speech but... I just want to see him. “Are you sure about this Ras?” “Yes. I have to make a stand. Leda suggested I just disband them all; I think this is better.” I swear I hear Torstein shrug. “Maybe you should ask Leda?” Lise is in there too!? “Huh?” I choose that moment to push open the door “Ask Leda what?” “We’ll let Rasmus explain!” Lise quickly squeaks, then grabs hold of Torstein
She impales herself on my cock.Fuck. She’s intense – I need to keep it together.Leda places her knees either side of my thighs and hooks her feet back over my legs. Proceeding to rock back and forth, my eyes roll back in my head.Fuck! I sit forward, taking a nipple into my mouth and nipping it gently. She moans in pleasure which spurs me on; I take the second nipple into my mouth as I grip her hips, holding her against me as she rocks.
I pull on his hair, tugging him back up toward me. He obliges, and our lips meet in another fiery kiss. This time, I manage to hook my toes over his waistband and tug down his trousers and boxers in one go. His cock bounces free. I look down in anticipation and am momentarily stunned. A good 1.5 inches thick, his cock is oozing precum already. Standing to attention, it’s about seven inches long – verging on too big. I swallow. This is mine now. I grin and lick my lips. Rasmus smiles at me indulgently, as he reaches over to the bedside table. “What are you doing?” “Uh... I put these here a while back...” he mutters sheepishly as he pulls out some condoms. “Condoms?” He looks at me, eyebrow raised “I know I admitted to being a prick, Leda, but I’m not completely irresponsible.” “I - I guess I never thought about it.” I mutter. Suddenly feeling a bit ill about all the unprotected sex I had with Sebastien. Rasmus notices my change in mood “Leda? Are you OK? Would
I broke the kiss. We were both breathing heavily. As soon as I broke away from him, I wanted, no, I needed his lips back on mine. Where they belonged. Instead, I opened my stupid mouth. “I’ve got an idea.” “Mmm?” Rasmus moved back slightly; giving me space to speak and again, I wondered why I’d broken the kiss. Neither of us need to breathe now. We could have just stayed like that forever. “Maybe you could use that vampire super power of yours and take off all my clothes?” I whispered to him, reaching out to take hold of the collar of his top and pull his face back to mine. I thought I was being coquettish, but it doesn’t have the desired effect. Rasmus takes a step away from me. Definitely not what I was going for. “My vampire superpower? I... I don’t understand?” “I thought you could... y’know... use it to, er, spice things up?” I try again “Maybe? No?” He just looks so utterly confused. It’s kind of adorable but that’s not what I’m looking for right now
I’m enjoying the back and forth between us. It feels like this is how it’s supposed to be. I force myself to ask her on a date whilst we’re both stuck in the car – I have to ask and she has to answer. “You want to get food?” she asks “There’s a place I found; I want to see what you think of it.” “OK” she shrugs “I could eat.” I turn off the main road toward the manor and circle back on ourselves, back into London. “Where are we going?” “Surprise” I grin She arches an eyebrow “A good surprise?” “Yes Leda, a good one.” I sigh. I probably deserve that. She sticks her tongue out at me and I resist the urge to turn and bite it. *** I pull up on the side of a little street. Leda looks around confused “Are we still in London?” “Yep.” I smile at her. “It’s a little off the beaten path...” “You're not taking me to a local place for local people, are you?” I laughed and got out of the car. Before I’d gotten round to her side to open the door, she was a