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
Declan: “I should have known,” Matthew seethed. “That miserable cunt.” “I’m sorry man.” “I was so sure she wouldn’t…how did I miss it?” “You were busy with your eleven other brides,” Samuel said. “Oh, fuck off.” “Now is not the time you two,” Declan said. “Where is she?” “In the restaurant.” “Let’s go--” he looked over his shoulder --“you too, Aster.” “Uh…I’ll just wait here.” Declan took her by the elbow. “I know you don’t want to see this, but you have to come with me. I can’t leave you by yourself.” They joined the brothers in the hallway. Declan wasn’t sure Matthew would be able to do what needed to be done – nor would he expect it of him. Even though he didn’t love Katelynn, the bond was absolute, and killing her would be like driving the sword into his own heart. “How did she even do it?” Aster asked. “I thought the bond ensured loyalty.” Declan nodded. “Usually, b
Aster: All the women in the room turned and looked at her. “What?” Aster asked nervously, her eyes darting around. “Get to work,” Matthew barked. Samuel had already left to fetch Elizabeth and the blood. “I’m sorry…they just don’t really know you yet. You never had a chance--” “I know, Lucy explained.” “Are you two getting along?” “Yes,” Aster said with a smile. “I really like her.” Matthew looked pleased. “Good…she is a first bride, like you. First brides need each other.” For a moment, they worked in silence. Aster went into the kitchen with Matthew, ripping the heavy stainless steel prep tables out of the floor, piling them up on one side to carry into the restaurant later. “That thing you did yesterday? Reading the Russians’ minds or whatever….How did you do it?” Aster smiled. “I didn’t really do anything. One of my ancestors showed up to warn me, and she pointed them out to me. That whole b