Declan:
Aster lay on her side, her fist tucked under her chin, watching him. Declan asked her once if she wanted to talk about the week that had passed, but she didn’t – he was relieved, because what would he tell her? He spent a week feeling sorry for himself, finding increasingly more bizarre ways to blame her for Mary’s death, even after Rowan told him the truth … that just meant he had a new person to blame for a while.
“You know what I miss?” she asked.
“Hm?”
“Food. You know…not so much the taste, but just the act of…chewing.”
“You can eat. You won’t like it, but you can eat.”
She laughed, and nestled into the crook of his arm. “Did you miss it? Right after you were transformed?”
“Not really. Our diets were pretty simple. Maybe a little more elaborate if you were nobility; but it was still mostly just fi
Declan – part 2: Aster yawned loudly, quickly putting her hand in front of her mouth. “Do you want to sleep?” Declan glanced at the window, then the clock on his mantel. It was a good two hours until sunrise, but she still fell asleep much earlier than he did. She shook her head, while still hiding her yawn. “No. I get tired faster after a busy night, but I try to stay awake.” “Why? If you’re tired, sleep.” “Uh-uh. Rowan said I have to try to stay awake as long as I can…so I can build up my stamina. Tell your story; it will help me to stay awake.” “I woke up the next morning just completely drained. Obviously, as a human, I tired faster than I do now, but it never took me more than a good night’s sleep to recover…” Feeling something wet run down his skin, Declan touched the side of his neck and felt two bumps. His heart lurched. What if he had the dreaded plague? But the lumps were painless and when he l
Aster: Aster yawned loudly, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said and gave Declan a half-hearted smile. “Go on.” “That’s enough for one night. Time to sleep. Come on.” “No,” she protested. “I want to hear the rest of your story.” “I’ll tell you the rest tomorrow--” Declan crawled towards her on his hands and knees – “I’m tired too. It’s been an…eventful night.” He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down. Laughing, she fell flat on her back and snuggled into the soft bed. “Hm,” she sighed, and stretched. Declan lay next to her, pulled the covers over them then drew her into his arms, nuzzling her neck with his nose, trailing butterfly kisses over her shoulders. She shifted into him, feeling safe and warm in his arms, moulding her body to fit his perfectly. “I’m not scared,” she said – more to herself than him. She should have been, all logic told her that she had to be terrified, but she w
Aster – Part 2:She knew what to expect, so when Rowan took her hands and the tube sucked her in, she didn’t have such a strong reaction as the first time. They landed in her garden. It was morning, and the sun was just peeking its head out over the horizon. “We may have to pin this down a bit more,” Rowan said next to her. “But you can’t give me a month or time or anything like that, can you?”“No,” she said, and was struck by how much she hated being here. “I guess we need to go up to the house, and see what we can see. Maybe I can narrow it down.”They walked up the path to the mansion. Aster kept looking around her – trying to remember something, anything, from her childhood that was nightmarish. Apart from Brody’s death, an event she could barely remember, there was nothing. She was four when he died, and he was just a few months shy of his second birthday. Maybe
Declan: He was annoyed the minute they stepped over the study’s threshold. Edward paced around the room, ranting and raving like a lunatic. Rowan and Lydia stood in the corner, looking amused as they followed the human around with their eyes. Declan supposed he couldn’t blame the man, given that he was brought here against his will, but something about Montgomery just rubbed him the wrong way. “Shut up!” he roared. “Christ Almighty, do you think your hollering is gonna change a damn thing? You’re just making life a misery for yourself.” Aster looked at him, her eyes wide, but not because he admonished her father – she was afraid of what was to come. “Sit down,” he ordered. “Listen, boy--” There was no reason under the sun why he had to take this human’s crap anymore. Declan grabbed Montgomery by the front of his shirt lifted him clear in the air, swinging him over to the desk and roughly shoving him into the chair. “I am not your boy. I’m six
Declan – Part 2: “Charlotte just went crazy one day,” Edward said softly, “Brody was just a baby, but she didn’t want anything to do with him. The doctors tried one medication after the other, but nothing worked.” Declan closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his face. “Oh man…of course it didn’t work, she wasn’t sick.” “She was. She tried to smother him twice before he was six months old. She kept saying Brody was born wrong.” “What did she mean by that?” “I don’t know! She wasn’t well.” “Go on.” “Then he came. He said he could fix her…I was so desperate. If I knew what he was...” Declan’s heart dropped in his stomach. “What was his name?” “Cyrus.” He closed his eyes. That was the last name he wanted to hear. “Oh, Edward, you poor clueless bastard. What did he do?” “I don’t know. He just talked to her every night. Some kind of hypnosis maybe.” “No, not hypnosis. Cyrus
Aster: Aster stood in front of the mirror, all her clothes lying on a pile next to her. Turning this way and that way, she stared at herself, a little frown between her eyes. She didn’t like what she saw. She looked like a person she didn’t recognise and didn’t want to be. “What are you doing?” Declan asked from the door. She looked up, then back at her image, running her hands over her stomach and waist. “I don’t like my clothes.” “You realise some poor familiar will have to clean up this mess you made, right?” Irritated, she gave him a death glare. “I’ll do it, don’t worry.” “No, you don’t have to…I’m just saying….Why don’t you like your clothes?” He sat on the corner of the bed, looking at her with his head tilted to the side. “I think you look very nice.” “I look like an heiress. I don’t like it. I need to find a job. What jobs do vampires do, anyway?” “Anything they want to do. Come here.” He patt
Declan: Aster’s reaction really surprised Declan. He had expected some outpouring of grief, but there was nothing by apathy. When he told her it was because she had no connection to her past, he was really just guessing. There was another explanation – one he didn’t want to consider, but he had to: it could just be the vampire. Many lost touch with their gentler emotions – their humanity…it usually took decades, but because she was an elemental, no one could really predict how she’d turn out.The information he could dig up in the texts were sparse, and even when he found something the writers didn’t go into much detail. Except for the part where they mentioned that healers were the only vampires that could ever successfully transform elementals, there wasn’t anything helpful on how to deal with elemental vampires. He had to assume that Rowan came across this little titbit of information at some point, and convinced Cyrus to let Declan take Aster.
Aster: She was just putting away the last of her dresses, when she felt it. Like the last time she felt such intense grief from Declan, she wasn’t prepared, but this time she knew they weren’t her feelings and she handled it better. Breathing deeply, she sat on the bed and waited for him to put up his defences like he did the last time, but it didn’t happen, and as time wore on, it became worse. Aster couldn’t just sit there. Not again. What if he came back, and decided to shut her out like last time? She couldn’t go through that again. She decided to give it another five minutes, watching the old clock on the mantelpiece. It was the longest five minutes of her life. At exactly five minutes past twelve, she got up. She didn’t notice the vampire sitting outside the bedroom, nor did she hear him when he cleared his throat and called after her. She was one hundred percent focused on Declan. His grief like a honing beacon, all she had to do was f