Declan:
The brothers touched down in a dark, quiet alley, looking around for any human witnesses before they stepped into the bustling street. It looked like all the villagers were out tonight, trying to enjoy as much of the summer before the winter cold chased them back into their homes.
People stopped and looked at them as they passed. Declan was used to it. Humans were naturally attracted to vampires. When he was newly born, he took full advantage of this attraction, but now that he was older, he found it easier to resist the gaggle of humans that always threw themselves at him.
“Over there,” Matthew said, pointing to a dingy pub, “a proper hole in the wall.”
“Ah yes,” Joel said, “just the place to catch a good dose of hepatitis.”
Samuel laughed. “I’m sure you’ll survive it.”
The brothers crossed a busy street, all of them seemingly oblivious to the human stares that followed them. They were, in fact, very aware of
Aster: “Give me your hands,” Rowan said. “Why?” Aster asked suspiciously. “Don’t fret. I’m going to use my gift – it’s faster that way.” Aster didn’t move, she still didn’t trust Rowan. “What gift?” “I can show you the past. Come on, I won’t hurt you,” he said and held his hands out towards her. Still hesitant, Aster placed her hands in Rowan’s. She gasped and her back arched so violently her feet lifted into the air. It felt like she was being pulled through a very narrow, dark tube, and for a moment she couldn’t breathe. Just when she thought she’d pass out, the tube released her and she landed next to Rowan in a different world. She looked up at the most breath-taking heavenly display she had ever seen. The milky way on show in all its glory. “Wow,” she said, “I’ve never seen so many stars.” Rowan looked up. “Yes. I forgot how beautiful it was before we had so much artificial light. Look,” he said,
Declan:Samuel and Declan sat back, watching Matthew cavort on the dance floor. A number of women and men surrounded him, trying to get his attention, and he was revelling in it. “He is gonna start a riot,” Declan said.Samuel grinned and sipped on his brandy. They were on their third bottle, and Declan was pleasantly buzzed. Joel abandoned the cause half an hour ago in favour of a young man that caught his eye.Out of nowhere, Declan jerked so hard that the brandy slopped out of the glass over his hand and jacket sleeve. “Fuck,” he swore, and put the glass down.“What?”Declan shook his hand, trying to get as much alcohol off it as he could. “Aster.”“You can feel her again?”“Yes. Came out of nowhere too.”“I can see that. Is it bad?”He frowned, honing in on her as much as he could, then shook his head. “No. She&
Aster:“It wasn’t a curse,” Aster said softly, amazed.“No. It was a gift.”“I was right; there is more than one original vampire.”Rowan smiled and nodded. “Matthew told me you figured it out immediately.”“Can…are the bloodlines connected? Does a vampire’s entire bloodline die when he dies?”“No. Over the years the true history was lost, and the first vampires preferred it that way.”“Why?”Rowan shrugged, “I don’t know. Eros never told me. Maybe they think other vampires would start killing the first if they knew the truth.”“But…they’re the first. The strongest. No one can kill them.”“You’re wrong. They can be killed.”“How?”“I’m getting to that, and the reason I ordered Declan to transform yo
Declan: Declan jerked awake. His head pounded, and his throat burned with thirst. Worse was the fact that he had a piss like an ox, and his bladder throbbed painfully. Groaning, he got up and went to the bathroom. He had forgotten how good it felt to pee – vampires only had normal bodily functions when they ingested human food and drink, and last night he ingested a lot of it.He washed his hands and stared at his reflection in the mirror … even though it was night time, he was pale and had deep, dark circles under his eyes. "Ugh--" he belched, tasting nothing but cheap brandy,"--never again."He shuffled back to his bed where Aster still slept. Just like the night before she probably wouldn’t wake for another hour. He leaned over her, inspecting her closely. He waited to feel something, anything, but there was nothing. He was completely numb. Where his heart should have been was nothing but a big, empty void.Frowning
Aster: The nights blended together in a daze of boredom and depression. Declan was there every evening when she woke, throwing a blood bag at her, then disappearing until she fell asleep. On the third night, she asked him to show her where to find the blood herself, and then he just stopped showing up at all. She didn’t see him for days on end. The brothers and their various brides, even Rowan, tried their best to cheer her up, but with Declan deliberately withholding himself from her, it was a futile attempt. If she were a human girl, her friends would have told her to get over it and move on – but as Lydia explained to her, it wasn’t because she was weak and in need of a man, but rather because of the bond they shared. They were now two halves of the same coin, and one half was missing. She was incomplete. She had little appetite, only drinking enough blood each night to soothe the worst of the thirst, but other than that, she couldn’t brin
Declan: The charging vampire was older and stronger than Declan, but his fatal mistake was relying on brute strength. He waited until the vampire was on top of him, before dropping to one knee, spinning around and cutting through both his Achilles tendons, nearly severing his feet. The vampire roared and fell forward. Before he could heal, Declan drove his sword into the other man’s back, and twisted, hearing his opponent’s spine crack and break. He freed the blade, and brought it down, severing the vampire’s head. Just in time, he turned to see another one coming right at him. Stepping back so he could brace himself for the attack, his foot caught on something and he fell backwards, dropping his sword in the process. He saw the flash of the blade and brought his arm up just before she could cut into his neck, the steel sinking into his flesh, cutting through tissue and muscle, finally lodging in the bone, nearly breaking the radius. Declan bellowed
Aster:Elizabeth and Ann came walking towards them. Like the others, they were clearly exhausted and covered in blood. “Any casualties?” Rowan asked.“Amos, Lee and Mckayla.”“I know Mckayla’s dead,” he said.“I’m sorry, my love,” Lydia said, and placed a hand on Rowan’s arm.Mckayla was one of Rowan’s wives, but Aster almost never saw them together. She assumed that he didn’t care much about her, but fifth wife or not, they still shared that ever-present bond, and she couldn’t help feeling a little sad for Rowan. “Who is Amos and Lee?” she asked.“My brother’s sons.”Intense guilt washed over her. They died protecting her, and the last thing she wanted was for any of them to die for her. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.“You didn’t do this,” Declan said, taking her hand
Aster – Part Two: Aster could have stayed like that all night – pinned to the wall, the warm water running down their bodies, soothing her frayed nerves, while his thumbs caressed her hip bones, his firm body moving against hers as he slowly thrust inside her, his pace measured, deliberately taking her to the edge, and keeping her there. Yes, she could have happily done that all night, entangled in him until the sun rose and forced them apart, but there was another part of her, not so deep down, that wanted to take control. That wanted to take back some of the power he stole when he turned his back on her. Leaning forward, she nuzzled his neck, relishing in the soft moan that escaped his throat, then stared mesmerised at the goosebumps her fluttered kisses left behind. Feeling a little more emboldened, she strangled her fingers in his hair, and pulled his head back. He chuckled softly, but she ignored him. She explored his neck, lingering on