**TRIGGER WARNING: The next few chapters deal with abortion issues.** Aldric’s POV It’s not possible to feel even worse that I have this last month or so. This cannot be. “Did…how?” I say through dead lips. “Did you allow your humans to take advantage of her?” “Of course not. She won’t talk about it. She withdrew completely into herself. She just…she’s very unwell.” “Is the pregnancy making her sick?” Vesper nods but doesn’t say anything else. “So…could it be a vampire’s?” “It’s so rare, but yes…that’s the only other explanation.” “Well…she has to end it, Vesper! It will kill her.” “I tried telling her, but…she won't talk to me. I think she’s pining for you and maybe, just maybe, she is under the impression that the child will fill the void you left behind.” “Oh…she’s human, she has no void like that.” “Wow,” my brother says under his breath. “You really think that, don’t you?” “Yes, I really think that. Do you remember how they used to jump from one partner to the next? Th
Simone's POV Aldric says something to Vesper in a language I don’t understand before they step outside. I don’t know what they want to talk about, but vampires are like that – always holding all their undead secrets close to their hearts. I missed Aldric. I didn’t think I would, I barely know him, but I started missing him mere hours after he left. It was as if he took a part of me with him, and when he returned he gave it back. When he asked me about the pregnancy, I intended to tell him the same lie I’ve been telling everyone else, which pretty much boils down to ‘I am sure I will love it.’ Lately, I’ve been so very tired, and I hate myself for resenting the thing growing inside me. I can’t think of it as a child or a baby. I can feel it inside me, crawling and twisting, sucking me dry like an orange, and like every other vampire, it’s gorging itself on my blood. Yet, like me, the creature asked for none of it. That is what keeps me awake at night. Neither of us had a choice in t
Aldric's POV**TRIGGER WARNING** This chapter is a little rough and contains pregnancy loss and other graphic scenes. Proceed with caution.I don’t know why, but I try to get between Vesper and Simone. I suddenly see my brother, one of the few people I trust with my very life and my heart, as a threat.He roughly pushes me away and I growl at him like a demented werewolf. “Go hold her instead,” he says, his tone calm. “Use your magic touch and give her your blood.”“She is a slow healer.”“It’s better than nothing, and better than what I can do. If worst comes to worst, you can turn her, but you’re not going to get it done from down here.”I crawl up the bloody bed, it reminds me so much of that night she attacked Baron, and lift her so I can hold her. I don’t even want to look at Vesper. Everything inside me wants to kill him for touching my bride in such an intimate way, but I’m not so caught up by my desire that I fail to realise that I won’t be able to stay calm enough to see her
Simone's POV I am at once relieved and heartbroken, and I don’t know what to do with all these new feelings. How am I supposed to process everything that happened in such a short amount of time? How am I supposed to explain to people that I did not want this child, but I’m still sad for him? For what he had to go through and endure in his short few minutes of life? I sent Aldric out because I thought he’d have questions I couldn’t answer. It took me a while to realise I didn’t have to answer his questions. He doesn’t answer any questions when he doesn't feel like it, so why should I? I wish I knew what kind of hold that vampire has on me. Every time I see him, I promise myself that I won't let him get under my skin, that I won't tell him everything that pops into my head, and every time I fail. It's as if some unknown force compels me to tell him the truth. Maybe that’s why he won’t answer me when I ask him questions. Maybe he can't lie to me either. After an hour alone with the ch
Simone's POV“Have you lost your damn mind?” Vesper asks Aldric. "You can't go back there."I wake up to the brothers having a full-blown, but whispered argument. I try to keep my breathing even so they won’t notice that I’m awake, but vampires can usually tell when humans are not asleep. Something about our heart rate changing.“I have to try,” Aldric says. “Baron is destroying everything.”“He’s been destroying shit since he took power, he-”“No,” Aldric interrupts. “No, he hasn’t. The first thirty years or so everything went exactly to plan.”“Hm…but you know what they say about absolute power. What about your little stray? Are you just going to leave her again?”“No. That is not an option.”“You can’t take her with you to Baron. He thinks she’s dead.”Aldric sighs deeply and looks over his shoulder at me, then back to his brother. “He will know by now that I lied. The moment Phoenix was born, he would have known.”“You must really take me for a fool, baby brother,” Vesper says, hi
Aldric's POV “You weren’t kidding when you said Simone is a slow healer,” Vesper says and hands me a glass of his finest, aged blood. I have no idea how it’s made, or exactly what process they use to keep blood this old fresh enough for consumption even hundreds of years after the original donor died. It’s a family secret of the Eurynomos bloodline. The blood is slightly alcoholic and can give a neophyte quite the buzz, but ancient vampires like us enjoy it merely for the novelty – and sometimes it tastes good. “It’s strange,” my brother goes on. “Humans usually heal so fast from our blood.” “Maybe it’s her genetics. I mean, her mother never fully turned. She was able to drown herself.” “Imogen suffered from blood madness. They die quickly anyway.” “Yeah, I suppose,” I sigh and sip the aged blood. This vintage is actually pretty nice, and I find myself wishing that Simone could enjoy it with me. After all the blood I'd given her, the imprint intensified, and leaving her, even f
Aldric's POV Ever since the miscarriage, I can’t leave Simone’s side for longer than a few hours at a time. Whenever I try, an invisible elastic band rips me back to her side. I don’t know if she can feel it or not, but she doesn’t question my presence. For the most part, she stays in bed. I make sure she eats and drinks, but I can feel her weakening – not just her body, but her very soul – and it scares me half to death. I’m very sure that if she dies, I’ll spiral into some kind of madness like Baron did after Imogen died. On the fifth day, Simone bolts upright in bed and stares at me where I’m sitting in one of the chairs, sipping on a blood bag and reading a book about vampire hunting. I thought it was factual, but it’s mostly fiction. I chuckle every time I read something ridiculous, like, ‘Hang garlic in every corner of the house to deter vampires.’ It’s true that we’re not particularly fond of the taste or smell of garlic, but it won’t kill us or harm us in any way. “You okay
Simone's POVThe moment the words leave my mouth, I wish I can take them back. I've showed him too much of my heart already. I'm giving him way too much power.If only I could figure out how to lie to Aldric. I’ve tried so many times, but it's always the same - my mouth speaks my heart's truth.I wonder if it’s that bond thing he told me about that’s compelling me to say every little thing that pops into my head. “Why can’t I lie to you?” I ask.“You can’t lie to me?” he asks, clearly surprised. He laughs and looks very relieved. “You imprinted back.”“What?”“That’s what we call it when we feel a blood bond with a human. Imprinting. Sometimes, often actually, it’s a one-way deal. Humans don’t imprint as we do. You fall in love…or a facsimile of love at least, but you don't imprint very often.”“A facsimile?”“A copy…a weaker version of what vampires call true love.”“Are you saying humans don’t understand the meaning of true love?”“Yes.”I stare at him for the longest time. “My God,
Dear Readers, As per usual, after the end of a book, I would like to thank you all for taking the time to read my twisted imaginings. Thank you for the comments and the gems, the ratings and the words of encouragement along the way. This was a particularly difficult book to write, and there were days I felt like giving up, but knowing that you liked it and wanted to keep reading about Aldric and Simone kept me going. Don't get me wrong, I loved them both, but my goodness, could those two be difficult at times. It probably doesn't help that I am anal retentive and wanted to get the historical facts "just right," even if I only wrote two sentences about a certain period in history. I swear, I fell down a historical rabbit hole every single time. And so, we've reach the end of this particular journey. Thank you for coming along. It is, and always will be, appreciated. Until next time. Much love,Celice.
Aldric’s POV Before any of the vampires around me can get any ideas, I break Asmodeus’s neck. For a long time, no one moves. Everyone’s staring at the dead man in disbelief. Within minutes, I flipped their world upside down and ended a war we thought would last centuries. All of us are unsure what to do next, including me. The only person that's not deeply affected by Asmodeus’s death is Simone. She barely knew him, she didn’t know what life was like before the vampires came. She doesn’t fully understand the gravity of the thing I had just done. Herod and Darrick feel their father’s death most keenly. They hated him, but they are heartbroken at the same time. After a while, the two originals come unstuck. Wordlessly, they pick their dead father up from the ground and disappear with him into the night sky. "Call a meeting of the families,” I say to Lazarus. My brother nods and kicks off. One by one, the vampires start to come back to reality. “What do we do now?” Knut asks. “Go ba
Simone’s POV I don’t know if Asmodeus can hear Aldric. I don’t think so. All I know is, is that my groom is in my head, using our telepathic connection to translate the conversation between the two most ancient vampires that ever walked this earth. “Ruth,” Asmodeus says. “I have missed you.” “No,” she says. “You forgot about me.” “Never,” he says and takes a step in our direction. I try to get away, but Ruth’s hand quickly shoots out and she grabs me, her eyes pleading with me not to leave her side. “Even when I was entombed, my dreams were with you,” the vampire goes on. “You are a liar Asmodeus. You betrayed me. Betrayed our bond. You even betrayed the blood god himself. Surely he will punish you severely for what you had done.” The vampire snorts loudly. “If he wanted to punish me, he would have done so by now.” Ruth is quiet. I’m with her on this one. Why hasn’t the blood god punished Asmodeus? “He doesn’t work that way,” Aldric says in my head. “Then what is the point of
Simone's POV “I’m really fucking angry at you,” I snap at Aldric when he walks into my room. "You just sent me away like a naughty child." “I know, dear,” he says and folds his arms across his chest. "It won't happen again." “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” he asks, his voice filled with fake innocence. “Don’t be all charming like that.” He chuckles and grabs me around the waist, lifts me a little too high in the air and throws me on the bed. He crawls onto the mattress after me, already taking off his shirt, his eyes filled with fire and lust. “Take off your pants,” he orders me. I don’t even argue with him. I don't want to. There are days that I feel like I can't get enough of him, can't get enough of his body and his touch. Today, is such a day. I slither out of my leggings while he yanks down his jeans. Aldric spins me around, lifting me up onto all fours. He smacks my ass. Hard. The warmth that follows the sharp sting settles between my legs as a throbbing, aching need.
Aldric’s POVVesper lands first, followed by Lazarus and Hagar who have Ruth between them. “Did you bind her with magic?”“No,” Vesper answers. “She came willingly.”“Did she? And you weren’t afraid that she’d try to escape?”“No,” Vesper lifts and drops one shoulder. “She talks about her destiny and Athenia a lot.”“Yes. Our sister is the one that freed her.”No one looks surprised by this news. I'm guessing Ruth already told them.Simone walks out onto the porch and runs straight to Vesper, launching herself into my brother’s arms. He snatches her out of the air and spins her around in a little circle. “Hello, Poppet,” he says with a grin. “You are growing up way too fast.”I glance at the pair. He’s not wrong. Simone is quickly shedding her neophyte skin – it’s too fast and it bothers me, but there’s nothing I can do about it. All vampires mature at different rates, and Simone chose to express way.Lazarus comes over to say his hellos while Hagar stays next to Ruth just in case she
Aldric's POV I want to strangle Athenia for showing Simone every horror show the humans ever created, and none of the beauty. “Go up to the house,” I say to my bride. “I need to have a word with my sister.” Simone is emotionally shattered, and instead of the argument I've come to expect of her, she simply kicks off and fly in the direction of the mansion. “Why did you do that?” I ask Athenia. “You had no right.” “She needed to understand.” “You deliberately showed her the worst of humanity! Why?” "If she does not understand reality, she will not fight. She needs to learn that everyone, regardless of species, is capable of the worst kinds of depravity." "Fine. But there are other ways, better ways." “My end is near,” she says. “I did not have time to be delicate.” “What?” She gives me a sly smile. “I will not live to see you end Asmodeus. In fact, I won't live to see another sunrise” My insides turn to water. “Who is coming? Tell me so I can stop them. You don't have to die.”
Simone's POVI inhale sharply as the world is suddenly ripped out from under me and we’re sucked into nothingness. For a moment, we linger in complete darkness, then the cosmos opens up in front of us.The sight of it almost brings me to tears. All the stars and moons, all the colours of the universe are in full display like a Van Gogh painting. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I've never felt so at peace with myself.We fall out of universe and land back on earth. My head spinning a little by how quickly everything happened. “They can’t see or hear us,” Athenia says as we walk up to something that resembles a house.The mud structure has a grass roof, and orange light flickers in the small niches along the wall. Without thinking twice, Athenia pushes the rickety door open and kneels next to a labouring woman lying on a pile of straw covered with rough fabric. Blood streams down the woman's legs, colouring the straw red. The only light is coming from the blocked hearth. The
Simone’s POV“Why have I never seen Ruth before?” I ask Aldric. "I have gone to that beach almost every day since I was reborn, and I never saw her there."He groans and swings his legs off the bed. He rests his elbows on his knees and cradles his head. “Different time zones maybe. She’s constantly on the move.”“Yes, but at some point…she was with Darma, wasn’t she? Ruth convinced her to free Asmodeus.”“Who told you that?"'No one. I just assumed."No,” Aldric says and scratches the back of his head. “Darma decided by herself to free Asmodeus. He said she did it because she thought he’d grant her favours.” My groom shrugs. “But who knows, he might have been lying.”“Asmodeus is a lot of things, but he never lies,” I say and sit next to Aldric. He is exhausted, and he has been ever since he came here. “If Ruth was made by the blood god, doesn’t she have all the talents like Asmodeus does?”“She might have had them at one point,” Aldric says, “but since her blood is so terribly corrup
Simone's POV “This actually explains a lot,” Aldric says. “Why?” “Sargon was an orphan that founded the Akkadian empire. A man that ambitious…sooner or later, he’ll want to get all of that back. Living a life in the shadows, unknown and unseen...that would never be good enough for a man like that. Baron wanted nothing less than absolute rule over everything and everyone.” “What happened to him? Sargon, I mean.” Aldric shrugs. “According to history he died around the age of fifty-five, but he might have been younger. Humans weren’t good at tracking the passage of time back then.” “He didn’t die, he was turned into a vampire,” I state. “Yeah.” “To get more power.” Aldric peers at me through the fringe of hair that flops over his eyes. “Probably…and what he got was a life of darkness and secrecy.” “I created him when he was about twenty-five,” Herod says from nowhere. Aldric and I both look up to stare at the vampire at the foot of the stairs. "In human years, he was sixty-five