LOGINKieran’s POV.
Three days later, sliding my finger lazily across the carpet in search of my drink, I frown as I bring it to my lips. There's not so much left, so I'm forced to lap the froth caked around the rim. Beau plays his piano in the background and once in a while, he scribbles down notes across a sheet of paper. I used to be envious of the way he could write music but now I just see it as the prize of being able to call someone like him my best friend. He stops playing and looks at me. “Do you think it sounds like the hook in Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson?” “Play it again?” I say as a blink repeatedly at him. Beau plays the same note again and I try to compare it to the hook in question. “No,” I confirm. “They’re completely different. The similarity I can get is at the beginning.” Beau smirks and points his pen to my direction. “You're learning.” “Yeah,” I scoff. “It only took me six years to learn one or two things about music.” Beau rolls his eyes at me. “Everyone learns at their own pace.” “Speaking of pace, I need to be drunk before Rebecca comes back with her group of friends. I can't deal with that shit.” Beau snorts but doesn't look back up. “Do you want one too?” I ask him as I get up to get beers from the living room. Beau doesn't answer, already lost in the world of music. When I bring them back into the room though, Beau is standing and frowning at his phone. “What's wrong?” I ask. “I got an alert from my vamp,” he mutters. “Do you need to go feed her soon?” I ask. “Not soon. She needs me now.” He answers. Beau sounds worried but it's hard to tell though. Beau has always been the type of guy that doesn't allow fear to edge him. He's always dealing with things with a clear mind and ease. “What is it?” “She wants me to come to the Vampire colony.” “What? Why?” My eyes widen as I blurt out the question. Whenever a consort and a vampire wants to meet for live feeding, it's usually in a setting close to other humans or at least in a setting that's neutral to both parties. “Why does she want you to go there?” Beau scratches his head. “I don't know but she marked it as important. She needs feeding.” As much as it pains me to see the torment in Kelly’s features, that feeling of envy resurfaces. I know how much it annoys him to have a female vampire, but at least he has a vampire. The one assigned to me rejected me and sent me a mail of rejection and hasn't responded to my reply in over a week. “Let me take you.” I offer. Beau snaps his head up. “What?” I continue. “Seriously, I'll drive you into the colony, wait for you until you're done and then drive us back.” My best friend shakes his head back and forth harshly. “You can't do that Kieran. What if something happens? I can't let you do that.” “Well, I sure as hell am not going to let you go alone.” I argued. “Even if you tried, I'll call Rebecca right now and you know how she'll react if she finds out you want to go there on your own.” Beau arches his eyebrows. “Don't you dare do that!” “Try me.” I say as I grab my keys off the table and move to the door to get my coat. ~~~~~ Beau points to the last exit to the right. He checks the map on his phone a final time before he nods. “You can stop here” I ease the car into halt. My nerves are getting the better of me and a cold sweat breaks out on my skin the further we get from the land of the living. “I shouldn't have let you drive me.” Beau whispers. “I wouldn't have let you go alone.” I whisper back. The light in the immortal city is dark and dingy. Beau taps his leg up and down nervously. I look out of the car window. A few vampires walking the street stare at my car, their red eyes sharp with curiosity. My courage flees into the shadows because even though the vampires look like us, they don't have a moral compass. Beau bites his lips and stares at the house ahead. He shuts off his phone and nudges my side. “Will you go in for me?” He asks with an overly bright smile on his face. “If I could, I would.” I forced a smile in return. Beau shakes his head at my word. “I'll be right here waiting.” I assure him. He reaches for the door handle, swings it open and hops out. “May your veins be thick with sweet blood.” I shout after him as the door clicks shut. He jogs up the length of the house and the door opens before he even has the chance to knock. I crane my neck to see what his vampire looks like but the door shuts behind him. Poor boy. The moment the door closes, the fear in me doubles. There are not a lot of vampires on the street, but the ones walking already took notice of me. A woman with bright red eyes looks at me without shame and licks her lips. Shit. My chest tightens when she takes a step towards my car. She has a cunning smile on her face and even though I want to look away from her, I can't- it seems she has me in a trance. The fear building inside of me is enough to make me choke. She quickens her pace and soon she's just a few paces away, I swallow hard and lock the car doors. Her pupils dilate into a menacing black orbs as she reaches an arm length from me. Suddenly, another figure joins her and in a blur of fast movements, she's gone. I blink in confusion as I try to swallow spit through my dry throat. I whip my head around trying to find her. Where could she have gone? I look behind me, just to make sure she doesn't break inside my car and I can see a hooded figure by my passenger window. The figure leans down so slowly with eyes blazing with fury. A hand rises up to the window and taps it with the pad of their index finger. Locking my gaze closely at the figure again, my heart skips. Caius. My vampire mate.Kieran’s POV The human woman bustles about her home and gently urges us to sit. She attempts to straighten the lace table runner laying in disarray atop the oak dinette. When she spots the collection of debris and mud smeared into its surface, a sigh of frustration escapes her lips. “I’m Bella,” she says in an attempt of introduction, and her eyes land on the soiled lace. Embarrassment stains her cheeks. “Please excuse the mess. I was hoping to have things looking a bit nicer for your arrival.” She collects the dirtied cloth and glances down the deserted hallway, no doubt searching for the two men who hastily disappeared the moment we entered the cottage, one of them being the cloaked man. I can hear the timbre of their voices from rooms away, but the words are muffled, as if they’re both speaking behind a wall of glass. “C-can I offer either of you anything to eat or drink?” she tries again, gesturing to the well-worn couches. Neither of us responds. The silence unnerves her,
Caius’ POV Raymond kicks his muddied boots onto Bella’s coffee table. The movement snags the table runner, and one of her intricate, homemade baubles tumbles to the floor. I catch it just before it shatters, gently securing it against my palm. Bella loosens a breath when I hand the ornament back to her. “Thank you,” she sighs softly. “This is a family heirloom, you know. Passed down generation after generation. It’s one of the only things I packed for sentimental value when the vampires attacked our town.” She opens her palm to show me. It’s a purple trinket, delicately painted with flecks of silver and gold. She tilts it from side to side, and the colors transform. Names shimmer beneath the surface of purple glass, only visible when the light hits it just right. “My mom had it made for us,” she explains. “It has the names of each member of my family. Me, my two brothers, my mom, and my dad. At the time we teased her for it. Why get such a thing made? We all knew our names.” H
In the speck of time that follows the vampire’s command, the world blurs. Within me, the withering ribbons of humanity shudder, curling in on themselves to make way for an unfamiliar, heavy darkness. It seeps through my being, blotting out my consciousness like overzealous ink to parchment. Whether it’s the threat in and of itself, or the threat to the safety of Klaus and myself, it triggers the half me which Mr. Consulate refers to as ‘the demon.’ I become a monster. There’s no anger. No fury. There’s no emotion. It’s merely a primal instinct to fight the threat. To win and conquer. I lower to my haunches, hissing and mentally capturing the movements of our enemies. The Secondary guards raise their weapons, poised for attack. Klaus lets out a labored breath beside me. Despite years of training, he is the weaker species. No amount of training could equip him for this type of battlefield. A battlefield where the enemy is a species I was told was extinct. Klaus attempts to mo
Caius’ POV Beau nibbles at the keratin of his fingernail. He bites off a sliver and spits it to the side. The nail particulate embeds itself into the muddy floor beneath our feet. It is a grotesque process as his nervous gaze twitches to cover all possible angles. The trees, the brush, the road. A cloud of angst follows his movements, a shadow of emotion to mirror his every step.“It shouldn’t be taking this long,” he mutters. “We should have heard something by now.”Bella’s features pinch with worry. Rather than pace with her human counterpart, she remains at my side.“Lady Mary walked us through the plan,” she soothes, using Bonnie’s code name. “This was the only portion she couldn’t pin-point with a specific time. She didn’t know how long it would take for Mr. Secondary…”“Kieran,” I correct icily.Beau flashes me a warning glare. Perhaps the only thing worse than hearing Kieran’s title alongside Caspian’s is seeing him alongside Mr. Consulate.“Kieran,” Bella corrects with a gu
Kieran’s POV My mind continues to drift. It’s as if each of my thoughts are splinters of wood floating across the ocean’s surface, each of them being pulled to the heavy current that begins and ends with the hooded man. I pick apart the vivid memory, memorizing each of his features as best I can. Even with my immortal abilities, I know I’m not immune to the fragility of a moment captured in the mind’s eye. As time evolves, memories twist and contort, shaping themselves to suit the needs of the minds they serve.I want to preserve this one as best I can to preserve him as best I can.Mr. Consulate leads us through the small market, delivering on the promise he made at the conclusion of his speech. Hope bled from the eyes of Secondaries and Humans alike as he spoke of peace and a new world. A better world. They believe this is an honor to have his presence in a place where they create and maintain their livelihoods. I see this stroll for what it really is, an opportunity to indu
Kieran’s POV Mr. Consulate adjusts his vest, sweeping his fingers along the thick material embroidered in swirling patterns of gold. A Secondary bracelet dangles from his wrist, shimmering and flickering its dazzling shades of silver as he fusses over his appearance.“This is a big day for us, Kieran,” he says, eyeing me in the mirror. “Being able to announce and celebrate our union with our entire kingdom.”His pointed features cast shadows beneath his dark hair and sharp, light eyes. I imagine there are a great number who appreciate his appearance. Regal, handsome, and confident.I spare a glance to my own reflection from behind him. A slender stature and pale face stare back at me, illuminated beneath the dim lighting. Their masculine features remain unresponsive to Mr. consulate’s excitement, save for the slight tensing of a pronounced jawline.I blink and run a hand through the thick strands of hair that have been styled to the side. My tunic and vest match Mr. Consulate’s.
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