…Breyden POV…
Does this not scare me? It scares the hell out of me. Here I go and meet the woman that I most probably have dreamt of all my life, and she is a Vampire.
The very thought of her sends those sensations that I felt not so long ago. I have not felt such a truly amazing feeling for as long as I can possibly remember. Thinking of her brings me warmth; it fills me up and threatens to consume me in every possible way. I would simply die if I could not be with her.
But do I really want to shy away from her?
"Can I kiss you again?" I boldly ask.
"You are so polite in asking."
"I cannot go…"
She places her fingers against my soft lips and wraps my face in her hands. She pulls my face closer until there is nothing but a mere breath between our lips. Then she softly whispers. "I thought you would never ask."
When this evening started, not once did I thought that I would find my way to the Belm
…Lilith POV…I grab my clothes in the corner and rush out the door to my room. The mere thought of what I have done terrifies me beyond belief, and I soon find myself outside the Belmont house staring into the darkness of the night. The icy wind of the night cools my heated body as I make my way to the nearest alley. Once I am finally in the cover of darkness, I drop my body to the floor. Every single second of every moment plays like a film over and over in my head."Oh Lilith, what have you done?"…Breyden POV…My god, I thought I was going to die. But let us forget about that part where the woman nearly killed me and go to the part where the sex was amazing. Now she has run away, there is no answer at her door, and I do somehow doubt that she has return downstairs. She has run off into the night, and I have no idea where to find her; I shall simply wait for her to return.So as I settle down for the first time tonight,
…Breyden POV…I have just stepped off a plane into what is possibly one of the places that have the worst weather. The wind is icy, and there is a slight drizzle of rain that only but dampens my shirt as I make my way to find a cab. This shall be my new home from now on; I guess I should get used to the weather and the unpredictability it brings. This shall be my new life.So as I find the dryness and comfort of a cab, I pull my phone closer and dial Sebastian just to let him know that I am safely back home. As I wait for him to answer, I relish in the thought that somewhere close to him is Lilith. And as he answers, that feeling of excitement even tenfolds."Sebastian, hello?""Sebastian, this is Breyden.""Where have you been? I feared that you were dead?""You are not very clever, my friend; if I were dead, I would not be talking to you, would I?"Needless to say, we, and may I emphasize, Lilith shall be glad to know
It is for a change that I can say that my beloved and I have not been the cause for great worry around the Belmont House. Lilith and her newfound love, Breyden, have had us all quite alarmed for the past day. Now to say that I am not truly pleased with myself for being the cause would be some sort of a small little lie. I have, in fact, achieved what I set out to do and that is to complete the union between a love that should have gone this way more than many years ago. I did not quite expect it to come so soon, but I am still very much satisfied.Though, there is a great question yet to be asked, why was Lilith indeed capable of drinking the blood of Breyden for she should by all intent and purposes be dead now. Now what made the woman think that she can do so in the first place, lies beyond my understanding. The thing left to understand is why? Can our dear sister truly be so innocent at heart that she is left unaffected? But should this not then have turned her back to her
The lush green bushes are the only barrier to safety we have from imminent danger. In the dark of the night, they are hiding, ready for the attack. To say that there is not one nervous bone would be a lie, for, amongst the excitement, there is a sense of dread. The enemy is ruthless, and we shall not take kindly to their invasion; we will come done with force.My only mission is standing in front of me in his own delusion grandeur. Revenge is going to be swift but very much sweet. I am not a man that holds a grudge and stew on things, but there are certain things that you shall not forgive. He has taken too many of my kind. Tonight I will get the closure that I have been seeking for. The minute I watch his body drop to the floor is the minute that I can safely go ahead and live my life in peace.This I not only need for me, but I need to do this for us, the Vampires of not only London but around Europe. I cannot be a Master if I cannot protect my followers. My beloved
What defines fear? The feeling that grips your stomach, suffocates your lungs, and tears your heart will slow agony from your chest.What is fear for a Vampire? The joke that you tell at night around the fire. It brings you only but a sense of what you truly are. You fight, and you fight to the end.But what is fear when you see it on the faces of the Vampires that you vow to protect? It is a pain that rips your flesh from your body to an agonizingly slow pace.We have been forced to sit down on our knees in front of what seems to be some of the most intimidating men that most of us have seen. What do I see them as? They are fools; they have no idea the error they have just brought onto themselves. But the question now remains what do they intend to do? It shall be their downfall even further as what it has become.Now, a Vampire is taught that you do not say a single word when you find yourself captive, now that is if you do not find yourself being Sebas
I am sitting here slightly terrified if it is my life, Breyden or both that shall be taken today, that I really do not know. They say that you will see your life flash before your eyes when you are near about going to die. Well, I say it is bullshit. All I can see is an asshole shoving his gun before my eyes. I know that it is only but a matter of time before he is going to pull that trigger.And then it happens; it is as if you watch the entire world come to a dead stop; his finger makes the agonizing flick near enough to a crawling pace. The click as the bullet enters the chamber gives you enough time to take your one last breath, and when you take that breath, you only have but one option and the is to close your eyes. You feel the incredible urge to try with the last fight in you to try to outsmart the skill he has behind that gun.Yet you can only but hope, then…"Get down!" As I open my eyes, I see Edward come behind the man with the gun. With all t
Incoming.I watch as if in an instant, Breyden is struck down. His body snaps back as the bullet hits him into the chest. In mere than seconds, his body drops lifeless down to the floor.I abandon any attempt to stand my ground against the enemy and rush to his side.I immediately abort my side and hunch my way over to him, where he has fallen into the line of sight. I pull him back to the side and try to assess the extent of his wounds. But there is so much damn blood that it is truly impossible to see without taking his gear off.But the most frightening thing is that his eyes are closed, and he does not seem to move. I shake him frantically to get any reaction out of him but to no avail. He is lying completely unresponsive. As I stick my hand underneath his shirt to feel where the impact of the bullet has taken him, I get to a large mass of blood by his stomach."Fuck!"I start furiously shaking him, "Breyden, wake the fuck up! Breyden!"
It has been an endless wait.Breyden has not come to yet; to say that my nerves are not killing me would be such a lie. I am being tormented by thoughts that should not be running through my mind. Lilith, who is still very much here and, much to the annoyance, refusing to move.But is it a determination that is beginning to falter?What is beginning to falter is that I need to see if Anastasia is okay. So it is very reluctantly that I step away from Breyden's side to go call her.Though before I can even think of finding her, I need to gather my composure. She cannot hear that I am falling apart, not truly falling apart, but my mind is not where it should be.So I take one rather large deep breath and count down from ten and step out of the room where I find her waiting for me."My god, Sebastian, are you okay?"As I try to speak, my voice starts to tremble beyond my control. Why can I not get a hold of my emotions? I am looking weak;