Amelia
I look at myself in the mirror wearing my dramatic make up like armour, deep red lips and black smokey eyeshadow. My hair tumbles in dark waves down my naked back. The gold chainmail of my dress cold against my skin where it touches. Short and tight fitting tying around my neck with a deep cowl showing off my cleavage and a completely bare back. The dress sent by my darling husband. How I hate him to the very core of his being. My small mercy being that he no longer cares to touch me himself. I had endured his ‘affections’ for centuries as he tried desperately to get me to give him an heir. Vampire children are exceedingly rare, perhaps one born every century. No one quite knows why it happens for the rare few and not the rest of us. Well, that’s not exactly true I know the secret but in order to protect my own life and Erik’s I can never share what I found in my research. It took me decades in the lab studying the blood work and dna of those who had successfully reproduced and their children. The secret my husband would so desperately love to know is that both parents must have some witch dna and they must come from the same bloodline. His own decree for a witch to never be turned is the key to our lack of natural fertility. Understandably the odd witch or witch descendant with dormant powers would slip through his rules but I will protect their secret with my life. If my husband had truly sired me like he believes then we should have had a child by now but the only person in this world who could have given me this gift is Erik. With a heavy sigh I turn away from the mirror to head down to the party. A little piece of me is thrilled with an excitement to feel Erik’s touch again but it will be a torture to know it will not be the loving touch I have so craved and fantasised about Quietly I slip in unnoticed to the reception room, there are around fifty vampires here obviously Damian is feeling frivolous tonight with all of his favoured vampires at court. I take two glasses of champagne from the server passing by, downing one and placing the empty glass back on his tray. He gives me a beautiful innocent smile of appreciation. Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction. Allowing my own eyes to search the crowd I finally find them, standing on their own slightly separate from the rest of the crowd. They look uneasy in this situation which does not surprise me in the least. In honesty I am a little surprised they are still here, I had half expected them to run as soon as they received their invite for tonight. Deep down I think I knew they wouldn’t, it would give Damian the excuse he needed to finally go after Erik and create a war with the five houses. Our peace has an unsteady balance and although we have the greater numbers the five would not go down without a fight. It would be a blood bath with great losses on both sides. I watch how they interact with each other, I know I’m torturing myself but I can’t help it. Inside I do want him to be happy, I would not wish my existence on anyone but a little bit of my soul wonders what I did so wrong to deserve this fate. Why Damian had to decide he wanted me above all others. Why I could not just have been allowed to marry my love and live a simple happy life together. She is beautiful, his wife, long chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes, delicate features, she has a softness in her expression that I used to share before this life forced me to change. Her eyes shine with adoration for him and it gives me a little peace. I dare to let my eyes wander to him and I jump a little, he is staring right at me. There is a fire there that I can’t quite decipher, such a thin line between passion and hate. My very breath catches in my throat and I am unable to look away from him. Captured in his orbit, I feel my body respond to his intensity my arousal igniting at my core. A snarl in my ear and rough squeeze on my hip snaps me from his snare. “What the fuck Amelia” Nico’s voice is harsh as he whispers to me, so so close body pressing into me from behind. I hadn’t even noticed him move or get close to me which is a worry, so captured by Erik. Yes, this could be very dangerous. I move to turn but he grips the top of my arms keeping me in place “Don’t move, I can’t be seen from here. I just had to intervene with your puppy dog eyes, Damian almost spotted you. What the fuck Amelia you need to get your shit together!” I start to respond but he places a kiss at the nape of my neck, a suck and nip that makes me stifle a moan. “Later when I tell you I hate you, I’m really saying I love you” and he pats my ass giving me a push froward “Now go to your husband before anything goes wrong”Amelia If I had thought that the drinks reception was tough the actual meal is worse. I am sat beside Damian as always but the first seat along the table is Erik to my left and his beautiful wife. To Damian’s right as always is Nico his customary glower on his face. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife at our end of the table, sounds of normal and excited chatter drift up from further down the banqueting table but there is an awkward stony silence hanging over us. I feel myself pushing my food around my plate unable to face actually eating anything. I can’t even look up I don’t want to see the hate burning in Erik’s eyes for me. I know I did it to myself but every bit of love I have ever felt for him still burns inside of me. Damian’s cold voice finally breaks the silence “Doesn’t Amelia just look good enough to eat tonight Erik?” His question loaded with innuendo. Fuck! Fuck him why does he always have to be such an antagonistic prick! Still I refuse to look up
Amelia My belly does a little flip flop of nervous excitement as the table is cleared and we are ushered back into the ball room. As we walk through the doors naked humans hand Venetian style masks to each of us. I laugh at the irony of the masks, everyone knows exactly who’s behind the masks it’s a strange illusion of anonymity they represent. I take another glass of champagne along with my gold mask to match my dress, that I know I won’t be wearing for much longer. The ballroom is now surrounded with beds and sofa’s around the edges, still room to dance and mill if that’s what one so wishes. The lighting is dimmed to create a more intimate atmosphere and low sexy music plays in the background. Most of the vampires here are free to enjoy whomever they please throughout the rest of the evening. Only a select few have been issued playmates by my husband but those who have are off limits to anyone else. I’m escorted by a naked human male to the King’s private area, it’s
Harlow I had tried with everything in me not to watch them, to get lost in my own pleasure from the beautiful fledgling between my legs but it was impossible. The sounds of pure passion and rawness of connection could not be ignored. I had watched as she writhed between them and part of me had wanted to be in there with them, to be a part of it. The other part felt a dark jealousy that I had not know I was capable of, Erik’s face was full of an intensity that I had never seen before. He looked at her in a way he had never looked at me. Watching Nico carry her away I feel relief, that once more Erik is all mine. I notice a tenderness in the way he cradles her that is at odds with the disdain he usually displays towards her. I look to Damian to see if he has noticed but his attention is elsewhere already. He watches Erik with hawk eyes as he gets dressed once more and I shift to fix my dress back down moving away
Amelia I follow my personal butler down to the grand foyer where my bags are already waiting to be put into the car that will take us to the jet. Erik is there before me his face set in a grim line, he doesn’t even acknowledge me as I join him. Harlow is no where to be found and my heart aches a little for her, no matter how hard this is going to be I know being stuck here with Damian will be so much worse for her. Mercifully Nico arrives at this very moment, his expression surly and sharp but at least it creates some momentum, a welcome distraction from the awkwardness of the situation. “Let’s go” He snaps and I put on my sunglasses to shield my eyes from their scrutiny, the car ride will not be a comfortable one. Nico doesn’t help by taking the front passenger side leaving me alone in the back with him. We sit at oppostite sides both hugging to the window, the few inches between us feel like an ocean. I fix my gaze out of the window and sit like a statue the entire
Erik She thinks that I don’t see her sneak past me out the main door. I feel a rage bubble inside of me every time I look at her. Her behaviour is a joke, she doesn’t get to run from me after what she’s done. The way she looks at me with that cold condescension makes me what to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze. She betrayed me, she left me and let me think she was dead for a thousand years. I have mourned someone who never actually existed, all she had wanted was power obviously and when Damian showed up she found a better opportunity. How I hate her for everything she has done and now we are forced back together she keeps thinking she can run away from me, avoid facing the consequences of what she has wrought. Well she has another thing coming, I am going to make her feel every shred of pain I have. I take off after her and I’m grateful there are multiple cars waiting outside the building for the executives to take advantage of. I climb into one just as her car
Amelia I do as he asks and I don’t turn around but I never needed to to know it was him. I felt his energy long before he was behind me, touching me, lighting my body on fire with his very presence. My head is spinning that he did this, my compulsion is strong even on vampires, his hatred for me should be filling his mind whenever he is near me. I can’t understand why he has done this, I also can’t understand why I allowed it to happen. Who am I kidding there is nothing in this world that I wanted more than to feel his touch, his lips on my skin, him filling me completely. Yet, I know this is a dangerous game and will lead to nothing but sorrow. I vow this can never happen again. Slightly dazed, running those moments with him over and over again in my mind, I wander down to the floors below looking for what I actually came here for, an attractive human to feed from. At the bar I ask for champagne and turn to survey the room, it is packed with attractive options, bodies writ
Erik Two weeks have passed. Two awkward, challenging, infuriating weeks. My blood boils every time I look at her, an anger like I have never felt gnaws at me as I watch her every move. My cock also gets hard every time I look at her and I replay over and over again the delicious perfection of being buried inside of her. Guilt floods my every waking moment as I know I do not think of Harlow as much as I should or miss her in the way a husband is supposed to. It’s like Amelia is an obsession that has infested every cell of my body, I can think of nothing but her. She is elusive at home and in the lab, disappearing each night with Nico whom she is supposed to hate, where they go I do not know but yesterday he left, summoned back by my cousin. Now it is her and me, my desire and my hatred, alone at last. She has been extra cold and short with me since this morning in the lab and now I watch her through the glass into her office lab, the secret place that is off limits to all
Amelia I feel the creeps behind me, smell their foul unwashed scent violate my nostrils, hear the racing of their blackened hearts as they anticipate felling their prey, the vile panting of their breath as they prepare to pounce on their victim. A thrill of delicious excitement runs through me, I haven’t been hunting for too long, restricted by Nico’s watchful eye. This is not about feeding I wouldn’t taint myself with a drop of their infested blood, this is a public service, this is vermin control. I think about all the poor women they have violated and hurt in the past and it galvanises me. There is nothing more satisfying than when these creeps realise they are not the apex predator, the delight I take when the reality of their situation flashes in their eyes and they fill with fear. A delightful shiver runs through me in anticipation as I reach the bottom of the dead end alley. I hear them jeer at each other as they believe they have me cornered, as they delight in t