Erik My eyes open and I feel a bit disorientated my body jiggles with a gentle movement that I quickly recognise as being on a plane, yet I don’t remember getting on a plane. I search to try and remember how I got here but there is nothing an emptiness where what I know should be. Looking around I notice Harlow sitting across from me, she looks peaceful in her own gentle sleep. Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration I search again for my most recent memory. Harlow and I getting out of the car to go and face my dickhead of a cousin, to answer his summons. Then how are we back here on the plane? What happened in that meeting? Why the hell can’t I remember. Reaching to pull out my phone I hope it might give me some answers, texts, a call, an email anything. It’s not there, I pat every pocket and there is no sign of my phone. What the hell is going on here? Frustrated and needing answers I reach forward and shake Harlow to awaken her. Her eyes open too slowly for m
Nico Freezing cold water hitting my face wakes me up instantly, an automatic snarl releases from my throat and I move to react to whomever dares to strike me. That is when I realise that I am chained to the wall standing upright whilst I was unconscious. Another snarl rips from me at the audacity. My eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, one of our dungeon cells, I am most familiar with them although I am usually the one doing the chaining up. A guard stands looking rather sheepish holding the now empty bucket, he refuses to meet my eyes, fucking coward. A figure stands behind him half cloaked in the darkness but I know who it is, that cunt Damian, so he finally had the balls to make a move. We’ve been playing this uneasy game of chess for a while now, both distrusting of each other, neither willing to make the first move. I guess we’re on the board now. “Nico” he drawls my name like the snake he is but I refuse to bite I just glare into the darkness, challenging him with m
Erik The uneasy feeling doesn’t leave me as I draw up to the house in the back of our chauffeur car. Harlow holds my hand in the back seat but I struggle to even look at her. I know I’m being irrational and she hasn’t done anything to warrant my feeling towards her but something is off. Papa is at the large reception doors before we even ascend the stairs, arms wide in a welcoming gesture. I stride up the stairs two at a time, I feel my normal peace when I see him, he has always been my rock. As he pulls back from my embrace I see his brows knit together as he takes me in. “Is all well my son?” He asks and I can not even begin to mask how I’m feeling inside, not with him. Harlow bustles her way in between us and draws his attention giving him her own welcoming embrace. “All is well Papa! We had an unexpectedly pleasant time and now we are home for good. Nothing to worry about” I noticed how his eyes narrow and I am about to contradict her when she grasps my hand tightly
Erik I turn to face papa “Who is she?” He looks beyond startled as he walks into the room closing the door after he seems to check there is no one lingering outside. He touches my shoulder a look of concern accompanying it “You don’t know who Amelia is?” I just shake my head bewildered, I feel like I should but I have no tangible memory of her that I can reach for. “Sit down for me son something is very wrong” I immediately oblige I trust him more than anyone in this world and the look on his face tells me this strangeness I have been feeling is not misplaced. He waves his hands over me closing his eyes and muttering ancient words over and over, a strange tingling feeling runs through my body like an electricity as his spell works over me, when the electricity reaches my head I can’t help the scream that escapes my mouth, it is absolute agony and just as quickly it’s gone. Papa crouches down before me his eyes aflame with anger “Someone has been in your head there’s a
***Trigger warning this will be an uncomfortable chapter with psychological control and SA if you need to skip it*** Amelia Two guards escort me from my rooms to Damian’s chambers. The last place in the world I want to be right now, my mind swirling with thoughts of Erik and Nico, is Erik truly safe? Is Nico even himself anymore? They chain me to the post of Damian’s giant bed and leave me here, no concept of time or indication of when he will return. The psychological games have started. Hours tick by and the light begins to fade, no one comes near to check on me. In one way it is a relief to be left alone. Eventually the sound I have been dreading, the door creaking open and the light switch is flicked on hurting my eyes after the darkness. Damian’s smug face greeting my blinking, he looks me over chained up and sneers at me. A couple of strong confident strides and he is before me, hands making quick work releasing me from the bedpost. I feel a moment of relief as
Harlow My heart is in my throat as I pace the room. Eyes fixated on the rapidly deteriorating condition of the person I love most in this world. My body shakes, tears carve streams down my face, my throat raw from hours upon hours of emotional pain. If I close my eyes for a moment I can picture him as he should be, that dimple on his chin standing out with his breathtaking smile, dark hair flopping into his bright blue eyes. Strong, muscular, powerful. One of the thirteen vampire lords, the best of them. The only one of his line after his mother Eve had chosen the true death. I don’t know exactly how old he is, even he doesn’t anymore but in that very long life he has never made another vampire. Of all of the people that the hunters could have targeted with this horrific new bio weapon they have created, they have made a mistake. He has never harmed a soul, never fed from humans and uses his healing power as a doctor in the human world to save their lives. We have bee
Harlow I’m pulled from my misery by a loud commotion running through the house. Nicolas raises his head looking at me with questions in his eyes. I just shake my head and open the doors, at the top of the stairs I stop looking down into the large entrance vestibule, I can see the front doors wide open and beyond three blacked out Range Rovers in front of the house. Who the hell is that? A huge mean looking vampire in a black suit and black sunglasses opens the rear door of the middle car and my breath stops in my throat. The elegant woman stepping out is dressed in a red fitted designer trouser suit, killer black stilettos and a black lace almost see through fitted top beneath. Black sunglasses hide her eyes, deep red paints her lips and her black hair pulled back tightly in a chick smooth bun. She looks like she should be on the cover of a fashion magazine. I am in no doubt who she is. The Vampire Queen. Recovering my senses I dash back to tell Nicholas, this is even wor
Amelia As I make my way through the front doors of the castle like mansion I call home I prepare myself for what is coming. I snuck away without informing my King where I was going and I will be punished for it. Queen or not he is still my master, still the most powerful. Yet I find myself unable to care what my punishment will be Erik walks this world still and that is all that matters to me. Pausing before the doors to his council chamber I prepare myself, put on my mental armour, after all this time he can not shake me. As I stride in I see the letcherous looks on his cronies faces, refusing to meet their eyes I make my way to the empty seat beside my husband. Nico his most prized right hand man gives me a look that tells me I am indeed in trouble. A sideways glance from my husband proceeds his challenge “Where have you been without our permission my wife” the last word emphasised like that should mean I have no control over what I do without him. I smile sweetl