All Chapters of Infinite Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amelia My belly does a little flip flop of nervous excitement as the table is cleared and we are ushered back into the ball room. As we walk through the doors naked humans hand Venetian style masks to each of us. I laugh at the irony of the masks, everyone knows exactly who’s behind the masks it’s a strange illusion of anonymity they represent. I take another glass of champagne along with my gold mask to match my dress, that I know I won’t be wearing for much longer. The ballroom is now surrounded with beds and sofa’s around the edges, still room to dance and mill if that’s what one so wishes. The lighting is dimmed to create a more intimate atmosphere and low sexy music plays in the background. Most of the vampires here are free to enjoy whomever they please throughout the rest of the evening. Only a select few have been issued playmates by my husband but those who have are off limits to anyone else. I’m escorted by a naked human male to the King’s private area, it’s

Amelia 
I follow my personal butler down to the grand foyer where my bags are already waiting to be put into the car that will take us to the jet. Erik is there before me his face set in a grim line, he doesn’t even acknowledge me as I join him. 
 Harlow is no where to be found and my heart aches a little for her, no matter how hard this is going to be I know being stuck here with Damian will be so much worse for her. Mercifully Nico arrives at this very moment, his expression surly and sharp but at least it creates some momentum, a welcome distraction from the awkwardness of the situation. 
“Let’s go” He snaps and I put on my sunglasses to shield my eyes from their scrutiny, the car ride will not be a comfortable one. Nico doesn’t help by taking the front passenger side leaving me alone in the back with him. We sit at oppostite sides both hugging to the window, the few inches between us feel like an ocean. I fix my gaze out of the window and sit like a statue the entire

Amelia I do as he asks and I don’t turn around but I never needed to to know it was him. I felt his energy long before he was behind me, touching me, lighting my body on fire with his very presence. My head is spinning that he did this, my compulsion is strong even on vampires, his hatred for me should be filling his mind whenever he is near me. I can’t understand why he has done this, I also can’t understand why I allowed it to happen. Who am I kidding there is nothing in this world that I wanted more than to feel his touch, his lips on my skin, him filling me completely. Yet, I know this is a dangerous game and will lead to nothing but sorrow. I vow this can never happen again. Slightly dazed, running those moments with him over and over again in my mind, I wander down to the floors below looking for what I actually came here for, an attractive human to feed from. At the bar I ask for champagne and turn to survey the room, it is packed with attractive options, bodies writ

Amelia I feel the creeps behind me, smell their foul unwashed scent violate my nostrils, hear the racing of their blackened hearts as they anticipate felling their prey, the vile panting of their breath as they prepare to pounce on their victim. A thrill of delicious excitement runs through me, I haven’t been hunting for too long, restricted by Nico’s watchful eye. This is not about feeding I wouldn’t taint myself with a drop of their infested blood, this is a public service, this is vermin control. I think about all the poor women they have violated and hurt in the past and it galvanises me. There is nothing more satisfying than when these creeps realise they are not the apex predator, the delight I take when the reality of their situation flashes in their eyes and they fill with fear. A delightful shiver runs through me in anticipation as I reach the bottom of the dead end alley. I hear them jeer at each other as they believe they have me cornered, as they delight in t

Amelia Time itself seems to stop as I am captured by his gaze. I don’t know why I let him do it, I had frozen when he reached out and pulled out my hair, the feel of his fingers running through it like a perfect dream. The gentleness with which he wiped away my lipstick, the reverence in his voice as he whispered his name for me. Now here we are just staring at each other, a strange energy flowing between us. Anger gone, a dangerous place for us to be. Without breaking his gaze I reach for my champagne and drink the whole glass in one go. The corner of his lip turns up amused by my reaction to him. The fucker. Desperately I search for that spark of rage inside that I need as my armour against him. Without it I am likely to say or do something stupid, something that could get us both killed. My hand trembles a little as I place the empty glass back on the table. I need to get out of here, away from him. I move to rise from the booth, to make my escape but he’s already the