Declan – Part two:
Declan stared at her, his mouth open, for the moment unable to speak. He turned to Rowan who asked, “Did you know she could do that?” He heard the panic in his father’s voice.
“No.”
Aster turned to them, her face calm. “It’s because I’m a vampire. I’m stronger than a human elemental.”
“It makes sense,” Rowan said.
Hm-hm,” Declan said, wiping blood out of his eyes. “Samuel,” he called down the passage. His brother reappeared, the grief laid bare on his face. “How is Matthew?”
Samuel looked around the passage, his mouth agape, apparently unaware of the Armand blood rain. “He’s barely alive. What happened?” he asked.
“Aster vaporised Armand,” Declan said, and slowly the panic that gripped him right after she killed the ancient vampire started to evaporate, replaced b
Aster:She dressed in the same type of clothes she had worn for the last three weeks. Black leggings and a white t-shirt. “We really need to find you something different to wear,” he remarked as he tied a towel around his waist.“It’s fine,” she said, “it’s comfortable.”Aster looked him up and down, her eyes traveling over his perfect body. It had been so long since she really saw him – since she’d been touched – that she didn’t want to leave this little room ever again. Now that he was here, really here, it didn’t feel so claustrophobic anymore. They could stay here forever, alone in their little bubble. “What?” He asked, running his hands through his wet hair.She grinned. “Just looking at my hot husband.”He flexed his pectorals, making them jump. “Not bad for a fourteenth century monk, huh?”Aster laughed. S
Declan: In the back of the house were a bar and restaurant that was now going unused. Like the rest of the mansion, it was rustic yet tasteful, with heavy wooden furniture and hidden lights bathing the whole place in a warm glow. Declan stepped behind the bar and started lining up glasses while Matthew disappeared to fetch his brides. Aster sat to the side on a barstool, observing them, her back straight, hands neatly folded in her lap. He remembered the day she pulled her clothes from the closet and declared she didn’t want to look like an heiress anymore – but it wasn’t the clothes that gave her that appearance, it was in the way she carried herself. “Do you want a drink?” She shook her head. “I think it would be best if I stay sober, so I can keep a clear mind.” Declan lifted himself up and leaned over the bar so he could kiss her. “We really never had time to explore any of this, did we?” he asked, somewhat breathless after their
Declan:Cursing and moaning and groaning all the way, Declan got up. “Stay here,” he said, as he pulled the t-shirt over his head.“Think again.” She rolled off the bed, cocking her head at him, daring him to argue with her.“Aster I--”he stopped, changed course, --“you’re right. You can look after yourself just fine.”“Damn straight I can.”He grinned. “Let’s go.”“You don’t have a weapon,” she said, as she ran up the stairs behind him.“Don’t worry, I’ll find one.”They ran into the lobby to find their clan standing on the one side and a mixed group of unknown vampires and humans on the other.“What’s going on?” Declan asked the vampire closest to him.“I don’t know,” she said, “they just came stumbling in from outside.”
Aster: Aster sat on the edge of the bed, holding her head. The last thing she remembered was blasting a vampire with a hate wave, as she liked to call it, and then nothing. She woke up all alone in a strange room with an aching head, and the worst thirst she ever felt. Finally, after sitting like that for more than an hour, the pounding in her head eased enough so that she could drag herself to the shower. The vampire blood that splattered on her last night as Matthew decapitated one after the other dried during the day, and the smell alone was slowly driving her insane. As she stood under the warm spray of the shower, she heard the door to the bedroom open and close, but assuming it was Declan didn’t think anything of it. She finished her shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around herself and returned to the beautiful room. It was clearly meant for tourists: from the expensive handmade furniture, to the abstract paintings on the wall. Everything
Aster – Part two: Aster held her breath as her stomach flipped over and they soared ever higher, until the air was so thin that she thought she wouldn’t be able to breath. Declan suddenly stopped, and bopping mid-air started kissing her. High up, away from prying eyes and ears, he spun her around so she was with her back to him. Holding her against his chest, he shoved his hand inside her jeans, pushing her panties aside, and slipping his fingers inside her. With his other hand, he gripped her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple through the fabric. “I’m boring, huh?” he whispered, his breath rasping over his lips. “I never said you’re boring.” She moaned softly as he started to massage her clit. She grabbed his hand between her legs, urging him on, lying with her head back against his shoulder, as he very slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, bringing her just to the edge, keeping her there. Declan slipped his han
Declan: “Are you done defiling my elemental?” A dark, calm voice asked from the darkness. Declan’s blood ran cold. He knew that voice. He hadn’t heard it for many years, but as long as he lived, he’d never forget it. “Cyrus,” he said and jumped up, buttoning his trousers at the same time. He was unarmed, but it didn’t matter, Cyrus was far too powerful a vampire for him to fight on his own. Aster very calmly got to her feet, while doing up her jeans. “Actually, your elemental would like to be defiled a few more times before sunrise. Why don’t you show yourself?” “Aster,” he hissed, but she just shrugged and smiled at him. Putting a finger to her mouth, she shook her head. The white-haired vampire stepped into the little clearing where Declan touched down just over an hour ago. “Oh don’t be so worried. I’ve been watching you all this time, and you weren’t aware of my presence. I could have killed you a hundred times over, yet h
Aster: Aster stood rooted to the spot, trembling wildly. It was like the first night she saw a ghost. The dread, the fear, was overwhelming and she couldn’t think clearly. She forgot everything she knew about ghosts, because the witch aimed all her negative emotions right at her, making sure Aster felt nothing else. “Can you send her away?” Declan asked. The witch glided towards her. She looked just like Aster remembered her: dressed in the old fur dress, white, braided hair, winkled old face. “Send them away, child.” “No,” she finally answered Declan. “But she wants you to leave.” He watched her intently for a while. “Last time a pissed off ghost showed up, you almost fucking killed me…I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to go.” “It’s fine. Last time I thought I was hallucinating and back in the dream…I know this time.” “Leave her to it,” Rowan said. “Aster, we’ll be in my study when you’re done. Ask one of the fa
Aster - part two: Declan led her through the mansion. She was crying so much now that she could barely see. It wasn’t just because of Armand – she barely knew him – it was that and everything else. It felt like it would never end. The constant fear. The fighting. The never-ending sorrow. All because of one mad man. “It’s almost over now,” Aster said, more to encourage herself than anything else, but Declan heard and looked down on her with a frown. Luckily, he said nothing. He stopped in front of a wooden door, knocking and entering before anyone answered. The young vampire that showed up as Cyrus stood off to the side, looking miserable and shit scared. “Could you get anything out of him?” Declan asked. Rowan shook his head. “You don’t have to keep interrogating him,” Aster said. “I know enough. You probably shouldn’t let this one go…he’ll run straight to Cyrus, and our position is precarious as it is.” She knew what would ha