My fury runs deep for Anastasia.
As I sat with a gun pointed at the man's head, the thought occurred to me that why am I doing this? What is the true purpose of me wanting the Book? Then that is when it came to me, I was not so much concerned about what it meant for me, but I was scared of what it would mean for Anastasia and me.
The fact, and as it always has, I cannot simply live without her. So having the tip of a barrel against a man, a mortal's head did upset me, for she was supposed to have been there with me. Yet, she was off somewhere, and god knows she has been hiding it from me rather well. Now, I have come to the conclusion that she shall need to stand for her actions. I can simply not have a wife nor another Vampire just going rogue. Well, she finds herself in the Belmont house, and she shall live by my rule.
But, what a man says and what a man does are two different things, for I have a little plan, and for that to work, I am going to require some a
In front of me is a very surprised Anastasia that has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Now my very first instinct is for my anger to burst lose and demand that she returns home. But yet, I have this curiosity that wishes to remain and see what she has gotten herself involved with.Well, from where I am standing, it is rather…miraculous…That is if I believe it is what I see.So with two hesitant feet, I step forward and slowly come to a trembling stop next to her. For what seems like a long ten minutes, I stand and stare at this…thing…I cannot make of what it truly is. If it is what I believe, then how can that even possibly be? But the biggest question is, "Anastasia, do you care to explain.""Sebastian," she continues to insist, "You were not supposed to see this.""Well, my dear, who is supposed to have seen THIS?"But just then, from behind a closed door at the back of the room, appears a m
In front of me is my beloved, who was near close to dying by my own hands.Would I have done such a deed?Yes.I have come for too far and for too long to be the greatest Vampire, let alone the ultimate Master, that one shall find for her to betray me by her reckless actions.Now I am still not sure what she has gotten herself into, yet; that is why I shall refrain from ripping her to pieces and let her explain herself."Anastasia, I am giving you one opportunity to tell me what it is that you have done." Then her last words come rushing back to my mind, "And explain how I am involved in your mess."As I pull my claw away from her much bleeding throat, she drops to the floor in an instant with a great moan. "Sebastian, I…""Anastasia, do I need to remind you that I shall know if you are lying, but," I raise my voice but a fraction of a pitch, "You have done something, for I cannot read your mind. What is it?""I, well, I
I have just gone to see this man John Gurdon again, Anastasia has been forbidden to set her foot anywhere near this building until I have made sense of what is going on.Well, may I say that I have never been so pleased and shocked in all of my human and my Vampire years together. Needless to say that Anastasia has to do a lot of explaining, but I am no longer furious in the sense that I was earlier.So it is in complete haste that I make my way back home. As I find my way inside only but half an hour later, I make my way directly to the room.I need to see Anastasia.When I get in the room, she is not in bed, but I can hear the water of the shower running. As I shred my body from clothing, I give myself a once-off over in front of the tall mirror. With biceps that clench and flex, and abs that tighten with every move, I make my way over to the hot and steamy shower.And hot and steamy is my Anastasia in nothing but her tiny red lace panties on.
A legacy is the title of the immortals.The immortals like us, the Vampires that stand the test of time.We build our legacy piece by piece, so maybe the whole world will remember us or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you are still around after you are gone.Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. Something your hand touched some way, so your soul has somewhere to go when you die. It doesn't matter what you do, as so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.These are the times that exemplify what it is to be a man. A man of strength, of love, or purpose. A man who is an example for all others.A legacy is not what I did for myself. It's what I'm doing for the next generation.And next generation is what my beloved is taking into her own hands.Yes, I am, in parts still furious as
It is with rather mixed emotions that I am pacing the floor of our bedroom. I do not wish for Anastasia to see the fear that has been consuming me for the past few moments. Now do not get me wrong; I love knowing that I will become a father. But what concerns me is that she has come to the conclusion that this is my legacy.Perhaps I am not understanding the word in its true context, but all I know is that I have grown the incredible fear that I will come to the end of my immortal life.Well, that is a thought that I shall have to push to the back of my mind as I have Edward, yes, very surprisingly knocking at the door, "Sebastian, your presence is required in the common room."That only but fuels my annoyance that has been building to a peak for several hours, yet, "What seems to be the problem, Edward?""You have visitors, and they are rather anxious to see you.""Please tell me who feels the urge to bug me at this hour?"Edward only but c
I have come to the final conclusion that Anastasia is messed up.This is the only thought that currently comes to mind as we pull out of the driveway onto the main road. Now, this would not be the perfect hunt if the weather was not playing in our favor. Apart from heavy rain that is pounding down onto the Impala, there is a thick fog that covers the road making visibility near damn impossible.So, to say the least, this is a very eery scene that is about to unfold in front of us tonight.Now we have been given three options here of what this creature could possibly be. Well, neither one of them makes me feel rest assured that they are less dangerous than the other. What they all do have in common is that they seem to like feasting on humans. Of course, a Vampire does have the same preference, but we do not particularly eat our victim.And this little fact is what has all of us rather nervous. It is said that two of these creatures are far more powerful t
If there are two things that I am certain of, then one shall be that you do not mess with one of the Windchaser boys, and second, you shall not tell the Vampire Master what to do.Now to which option do we listen?That shall be mine, of course. Now it is almost a guarantee that this one is not going to sit very well by Connor, but the fact remains that it is my child that is growing in that vacuum, and I shall do whatever it takes so that no harm comes to him. It is not that I am saying that Connor shall harm the child, but Connor is a Hunter, and his instinct is to protect the humans before he protects anything else.So with only but one single shake of my head, I firmly look him with firm confirmation in the eyes, "I am afraid that it will not happen." I pause for a moment knowing that he is going to need some reassurance, "Well, at least not today. We have a creature that is busy snacking on the city's mortals; somehow, I think that a little baby is far more
It is with great confidence that we set forth down the street into the direction of the Oxford Underground Station. Now, this creature seems to be rather intelligent; if I wish to kill someone, I shall find my way to the darkest corners in the tunnels running underground.But for Connor, this pauses a great problem; there are far too many places that it can hide. It will have the upper hand as it hides in the darkness. We cannot afford to split up in a group again as we do not know which creature we are dealing with; therefore, we do not know the strength that it holds.So very reluctantly but with some haste, we approach the Station, now it has started to grow dark outside. To say that I am not a little creeped out would be a lie. I would much rather sit and look at the sight of my child growing inside that vacuum that I still believe will easily break if one should accidentally drop it on its side.What else I believe is that my head is not into this hunt at a
Standing in the kitchen with the Winchaser brothers feels like something that should not be from this world. Never in my years, and I am sure as with them too, have I ever thought that I would stand among the same table as two Hunters.There has barely been a wink of sleep between all present, including the poor Vampire Hunter, Zachariah. The man might as well take his residence in the Belmont house, but I don't think that that jealous part of my ego will allow him to stay alive for very long.Though that aside, I take a position next to Connor that is pointing at an article that has popped up on the screen of his laptop. So it is with great intent that we all listen as he speaks, "There has been an incident in town where a man's body has been ripped to shreds."I only but look at him rather concerned, "Werewolf?""Yes," he confirms as he seems to miraculously pull up a coroner's report, and with only a wink, he points to the very obvious. "And his heart
It is with a mood of unsettled defeat that each one of the Misfits steps off the plane into what is probably one of the worst rainy days that London has to throw at them. After much arguing and little resolution, we had decided to return home. Breyden and Lilith are in the wind, and there is no way of knowing where they are, so to say that it is pointless in running all over New York City looking for two people that might not even be there is a truth that settled rather soon.So with a newfound spring in our steps and the determination to find them at all costs, we boarded a plane back home to come to find that much-needed rest that we all deserve. But after endless hours confined in such a small place, we all were faced with the thoughts of to which lengths Breyden will still go to save Lilith, that is if she is not already saved or even worse, if she is not, in fact, dead.But these are thoughts that we do not wish to entertain as Ethan, Connor, Anastasia, and I pile
Within my grip, I have one very angry Ancient that would, given the moment, rip my throat out to bits. But beyond all these snarling teeth and the urgency to slice at my body, I know lies my dear beloved that is probably just as surprised as all of us by the reappearance of the monster that we all thought had died a long time ago.Well, I guess that Connor was right…It is a curse that you can never escape.So as I start to apply that pressure with each ticking second, I need to remind myself that I am about to kill the only woman that I have ever loved and preferably the one that I will love for the rest of our eternity.And with that, as I look over to Connor, that is standing next to me, I only but nod my head, "Stand down." But there is a very concerned Ethan and Edward that only cock their heads at me in surprise, yet, "I said, stand down." With a slight raise of my voice but not enough to startle Anastasia, I repeat to them once again. "I sai
A great man once said, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." He should have added an "aw, fuck it" on the end? That's the part I can't get right. "Fuck it, and fuck you," I say it, and I think it, and I never believe it.You got me. Damn you, Anastasia, you got me.The goddamn woman has just gone all Ancient on me and she seems to be out to prove a point.Well, I am guessing her point is firmly directed at the fact that I moved our child to a location where only I can find him.So her curse is still firmly within the depths of that body.And I am going to give it to her, she is fucking strong, but god, now she has pissed me off. She is getting her shit right back.Two seconds ago I had somewhat of a tinkle of feeling, my blood is boiling and all I can see around me is complete red as my anger is now only but flaring.So as the group comes rushing towards me, I am still holding my stance in place. Then I drop my voi
Déjà vu.Something that you experience as a two-hundred-eighty-year-old Vampire on a rather regular basis. However, I do say that more often since I have had Anastasia in my life. To take the countless number of scorned lovers that have surfaced as an example.Further taken into account is the endless trouble that Anastasia has also gotten herself into repeatedly over the just more than a year that we have been together. So, needless to say, that nothing amazes me anymore when it does come to my beloved.Now right next to me, I have a man that has a rather big smile upon his face, and I do so wish to slap it right off for him. Yet, I need to stand in my own moment and take the situation in. I do wish that it could bring the same smile to my face that Zachariah is currently experiencing, but in fact, I am near goddamn terrified.The question does be now.Do I even approach the scene that is unfolding in front of me? I can clearly remem
…Anastasia POV…Well, if there is one time that I prefer to be flung over the shoulder of a man, then that would be just before Sebastian drops me down on the bed.But at this very particular time, I find myself hanging across the back of one rather unpleasant smelling Bloodluster that seems to think he has taken some poor woman hostage. Though he had managed to rip a gash open on the exposed skin of my stomach when he so clumsily ripped me away from the rest of the group.And once he had achieved this feat, he came rushing over this parking lot to get me as far away from Sebastian. Now I know that Sebastian will come looking for me with a great purpose, but I am tired of being the poor damsel in distress. Most of all, I do not want Sebastian to remind me that he has told me to sit on the sideline for this battle.So with what can only be described as a cringe into my soul that I am lacking, I snap my head back and expose the razor-sharp tip
There is absolute terror as I watch a group of Vampires descend on the very group of girls that are making their way down the alley. Now, normally I would back down and find another victim for the night, but these are not just your average Vampire. We have, by strange luck, stumbled across the Bloodlusters that we are trying to find.But there is the very possibility that they have been following us, which would make this situation far more scarier than it is at the moment. And what else scares the living life from me is that Roberto and Edward have just reached the brink of being in their way should they, in fact, be here to do the very same thing that we were doing.Though as I watch them approach Edward that is standing his ground firm, I can safely say that they are not here for the humans.They have come for us, and we have given them the perfect opportunity to catch us without the rest of the Hunters.So not wanting to waste another minu
It is with rather great concern that Connor takes his eyes off the road ahead and looks over his shoulder at me. I am almost certain that he can see the turmoil that is building in my very own brown eyes as I meet the hazel of his.There is only one thing that is for certain as I look over to my beloved, that we are not in the shape that we are required to be as we have not fed in over a week. So taking the welfare of my Vampires into consideration, I am taking the bold step to tell Connor that we shall need to stop and feed.But first, "I need to speak to Edward and Roberto for a brief moment."Connor only shakes his head at me, "What seems to be the problem? We need to push forward.""My dear friend, my Vampires are in no state to continue at the present state they are," I take a rather deep breath as I am about to ask the impossible to a friend, "We need to feed. Anastasia will not make it through another battle."There is an immediate shock tha
It is with somewhat of a relief that we set off into the night away from the challenging battle that we had with the Were-Vamps. I truly do hope that it was the extent of the number that find themselves in this City.Yet, though this is not our City, we have vowed to rid these streets of every creature that is not welcome here.Each one of the Misfits is beyond tired but there is no giving up at this particular time for we do not know the true numbers of the Bloodlusters. And do I even dare to say that they will be required to feed to satisfy their ever-hungry appetites?Needless to say that my very own appetite is lacking something at present.Yes, not only do I have the incredible desire to feed for my power seemed to have drained quite considerably after the last Were-Vamp that I have taken down. But there is also the presence of my beloved next to me in the back of this car that is driving me to an uncomfortable rage.Well, apart from the boys,