Day 3"Clary, are you ok? You look uncomfortable." Damon asked eager to keep Clary as calm and comfortable as possible ever since that dinner incident a few weeks ago.Clary had been walking over to her favorite spot in the couch when she had paused halfway there lightly clutching her large stomach."Yeah, I'm fine. I think it's just Braxton Hicks contractions. It's not that bad, just a little pinching." Clary replied, already feeling better and continued on to the couch where she sat down and curled up with Isadore and Freya watching them play with Legos.Damon was sitting with Max occasionally helping with his homework when he needed it but was otherwise finalising details for Clary's baby shower in a few days time."Beloved, what kind of cake do you want?" Damon called flicking through an unnecessarily thick catalogue of cake designs."How is that even a question Damon. Obviously, blueberry." Clary replied."I know you love blueberry, but I don't think it's a good idea for the cake
Damon sat on the floor in front of Clary welcoming his children beside him as they rushed from Ammy and Adom's side to make sure their mommy was okay. Ammy and Adom stood behind Clary's couch and Kat sat in the armchair opposite them all."So, Clary," Kat began "How many times has this happened?""There have been quite a few, maybe 8 events in the past two weeks. Initially, they weren't so bad but they're getting worse." Clary reached out a hand to clutch Damon for comfort. "Kat if they're only going to get worse, I don't think I can- It hurt so much, I can't go through that again." Tears forming in Clary's eyes as he relived the immense pain she was in just minutes before."I understand Clary and I wouldn't ask for you to go through it again. This is quite unusual. Pain such as that should indicate final stages of labor but the contractions weren't stopping at intervals or even over the typical area. This makes me worry for yours and the baby's safety if you were to have a natural bi
Extra: -Alex William is the most beautiful man Amelia has ever met. He's also the most dangerous.Somehow, those two aspects of the man don't cancel each other out. In fact, for the first time in her life, Amelia sees how appealing danger can be. Alex William could kill her with a single flick of his wrist, and it makes Amelia want him more.The dance they partake in is entrancing. Alex teases and flirts, and Amelia reciprocates just enough to show her interest but not enough to commit to anything. There is music somewhere, but Amelia knows it's out of her control. Even her own steps are part of Alex plan.The man makes her feel free and Amelia takes it all in greedily.ShHe spends time with her even when her parents glare at her disapprovingly. She sneaks out and lets Alex pull her into his web until she's too tangled to get out of it.She should be terrified. She shouldn't want this man, this killer with cold eyes who looks at Amelia as though he's a particularly fascinating work of
Alex shows up in front of Amelia home unannounced, looking for his target, and doesn't even consider Amelia's role there. He knows his girl is older daughter, he does, but for a second, he forgets. He's working and he forgets about his lover.He forgets about him as he reaches his target and disarms her partner. The blond guy seems familiar, but Alex doesn't make it a habit of remembering everyone he meets, so he shrugs it off. He grabs the girl instead, starts dragging her away from the mansion.There's movement behind him and Alex he throws the knife without thinking. He never thinks, in moments like these. It's his greatest strength, being able to turn his mind off and focus on a single thing. All that matters is the girl who is looking at him like she knows him but doesn't recognize him.It's the way everyone looks when they realize who he really is. What he really is. A mindless killer, one that everyone fears.(Everyone except Amelia).That's when it happens. He knows the guys b
After three other near-death experiences which end too well to be anything other than a side-effect of the ritual, Amelia confronts Alex again.Shee doesn't care that Alex didn't tell her what was about earlier. She just wants to know what the limits are. She wants to know how many risks she can take before it's too much. She wants to make sure she'll survive even the worst injuries, because she's not ready to leave Alex yet.Her lover's gaze softens for an instant before growing darker as he tells Amelia he'll never have to worry about that again.It's possessive and wrong in so many ways, but all Amelua feels is desire and power and love.Because somehow, Alex William took all of Amelia's weaknesses – her propensity for injury and insecurities about her place in Alex' life – and crushed them into pieces."You must think me cruel, selfish," Alex whispers to him that night. "But love is always selfish."Amelia doesn't care. She'll be selfless enough for the two of them if it means Ale
If only they knew how close Amelia was, just fifteen steps away.Amelia's head was full of haze and his mind was barely there, but he could hear them. So close yet so far. If she'd had a shred of breath and strength left, they would've heard her voice easily. A couple of tears slid down her cheek as she opened her eyes just enough to see a hint of Alex shadow. Or maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. Despair squeezed at her chest more efficiently than anything related to her injuries did.Please...! Not yet... I don't want to leave them...Darkness was starting to fill her line of vision and Amelia struggled against it with all her might, knowing instinctively that she wouldn't be able to wake up again. She opened her mouth, desperate to get their attention, but all that came out was a tiny, pathetic wheezing sound. Which was enough to take all the strength Amelia had left. She'd been a trained since the day she was born but this was a battle she lost.Everything faded to black, t
/To John and his wife shock Alex latest meeting was with a fellow friends – someone harmed their own, their leader.Finding the small herbal store the culprit owned took no time at all. The young-looking but actually a couple of centuries old man gave John a suspicious look when he and his wife walked in. Alarm flashed in his ice-blue eyes. "What... can I do for you?"John lifted his chin and ensured that the other saw the golden glow of pure angel blood in his eyes. (It was satisfying to see the warlock recoil a step.) "Earlier today you drugged Alex William. And I have every reason to suspect that you have a part in a scheme that led to the death of his wife." He folded his arms, made his stance as threatening as possible. "If you want to help yourself, give us the names of those you worked with."The man blanched. "I... I don't know. That woman... She said we could teach William's a lesson for choosing another woman over his her, and... The drink I gave him... It was just to confu
The life Ram had after he was sent out of the mansion... It was full of humiliation. First his 'character building'... Then his position as a glorified prison guard... He loathed it. Loathed what he'd become.But more than anything he loathed Amelia and ALex. Because it was entirely their fault. So, when he encountered Cammy, who promised that they could get that revenge together if he'd help her to freedom... He accepted gladly. Without stopping to think about the potential consequences.Ram really should've thought about the consequences.It'd been an excruciatingly long day and Ram was utterly tired of his life as he entered his apartment. He groaned loudly when he attempted to switch on the lights, and nothing happened. "Great", he muttered to himself. "Just what I needed."A sudden voice, coming from the direction of his couch, made him jump. "Hello, my dear Ram. I'd say it's a pleasure to see you again but I'm not in the mood for lying today."Like any half-decent man Ram grabbe