My beloved has been acting rather strange of late; she has now, for the past few times that we have had a sexual encounter, gotten up and immediately disappeared from the room. The other thing that troubles me is that, and I know it is beyond what I promised, but I can simply not read her mind of what it is that she does go and do.
So to say that I am not frustrated and very suspicious of her behavior would be a blatant lie. There is that part of me that knows that she shall never betray me in any way, yet I do feel that the day that I discover the truth that I will not be pleased with what I find.
Now, putting this all aside, while she once more finds herself off to somewhere, I meet with Roberto and Edward in the kitchen, who is going to need some serious convincing. Yet I am ready to try, "My dear brothers, I do not often ask for the help that often, but I need to beg for your assistance."
I watch as Edward gives me a slight raise of the brow as I wish to con
It is hard to say who has grown wider with the shock in their eyes. I seem to have forgotten how rather intimidating this man is. Yet, I shall go as far as saying that he is goddamn scary. But yet, if I look at the expression on his face, it is me that he finds rather scared of himself.Though he does continue to make me feel rather increasingly small, "What are you doing on my territory?""My dear Samuel, you seem to forget whose city you find yourself in, now the only thing that you own is your ass."I watch as he furrows his brows and adjusts his pants where I am assuming he is hiding his gun, "Did you come here to insult me?""No, I came here to talk to you man-to-man about a certain Book that I believe you hold."He bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter that only but winds me up again, yet, I let it go and wait for him to get whatever he seems to find so amusing of his chest.Then he continues, "Yes, about that. I have be
They say a man's life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of three Colts. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Samuel underestimates my determination.I have come too far and too long as Vampire Master to have a simple Hunter tell me what to do. I do not care; the way I see it, Book shall be mine. Now, if Samuel Colt does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again."You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will give me that Book today."Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, "Oh, beli
My fury runs deep for Anastasia.As I sat with a gun pointed at the man's head, the thought occurred to me that why am I doing this? What is the true purpose of me wanting the Book? Then that is when it came to me, I was not so much concerned about what it meant for me, but I was scared of what it would mean for Anastasia and me.The fact, and as it always has, I cannot simply live without her. So having the tip of a barrel against a man, a mortal's head did upset me, for she was supposed to have been there with me. Yet, she was off somewhere, and god knows she has been hiding it from me rather well. Now, I have come to the conclusion that she shall need to stand for her actions. I can simply not have a wife nor another Vampire just going rogue. Well, she finds herself in the Belmont house, and she shall live by my rule.But, what a man says and what a man does are two different things, for I have a little plan, and for that to work, I am going to require some a
In front of me is a very surprised Anastasia that has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Now my very first instinct is for my anger to burst lose and demand that she returns home. But yet, I have this curiosity that wishes to remain and see what she has gotten herself involved with.Well, from where I am standing, it is rather…miraculous…That is if I believe it is what I see.So with two hesitant feet, I step forward and slowly come to a trembling stop next to her. For what seems like a long ten minutes, I stand and stare at this…thing…I cannot make of what it truly is. If it is what I believe, then how can that even possibly be? But the biggest question is, "Anastasia, do you care to explain.""Sebastian," she continues to insist, "You were not supposed to see this.""Well, my dear, who is supposed to have seen THIS?"But just then, from behind a closed door at the back of the room, appears a m
In front of me is my beloved, who was near close to dying by my own hands.Would I have done such a deed?Yes.I have come for too far and for too long to be the greatest Vampire, let alone the ultimate Master, that one shall find for her to betray me by her reckless actions.Now I am still not sure what she has gotten herself into, yet; that is why I shall refrain from ripping her to pieces and let her explain herself."Anastasia, I am giving you one opportunity to tell me what it is that you have done." Then her last words come rushing back to my mind, "And explain how I am involved in your mess."As I pull my claw away from her much bleeding throat, she drops to the floor in an instant with a great moan. "Sebastian, I…""Anastasia, do I need to remind you that I shall know if you are lying, but," I raise my voice but a fraction of a pitch, "You have done something, for I cannot read your mind. What is it?""I, well, I
I have just gone to see this man John Gurdon again, Anastasia has been forbidden to set her foot anywhere near this building until I have made sense of what is going on.Well, may I say that I have never been so pleased and shocked in all of my human and my Vampire years together. Needless to say that Anastasia has to do a lot of explaining, but I am no longer furious in the sense that I was earlier.So it is in complete haste that I make my way back home. As I find my way inside only but half an hour later, I make my way directly to the room.I need to see Anastasia.When I get in the room, she is not in bed, but I can hear the water of the shower running. As I shred my body from clothing, I give myself a once-off over in front of the tall mirror. With biceps that clench and flex, and abs that tighten with every move, I make my way over to the hot and steamy shower.And hot and steamy is my Anastasia in nothing but her tiny red lace panties on.
A legacy is the title of the immortals.The immortals like us, the Vampires that stand the test of time.We build our legacy piece by piece, so maybe the whole world will remember us or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you are still around after you are gone.Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. Something your hand touched some way, so your soul has somewhere to go when you die. It doesn't matter what you do, as so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.These are the times that exemplify what it is to be a man. A man of strength, of love, or purpose. A man who is an example for all others.A legacy is not what I did for myself. It's what I'm doing for the next generation.And next generation is what my beloved is taking into her own hands.Yes, I am, in parts still furious as
It is with rather mixed emotions that I am pacing the floor of our bedroom. I do not wish for Anastasia to see the fear that has been consuming me for the past few moments. Now do not get me wrong; I love knowing that I will become a father. But what concerns me is that she has come to the conclusion that this is my legacy.Perhaps I am not understanding the word in its true context, but all I know is that I have grown the incredible fear that I will come to the end of my immortal life.Well, that is a thought that I shall have to push to the back of my mind as I have Edward, yes, very surprisingly knocking at the door, "Sebastian, your presence is required in the common room."That only but fuels my annoyance that has been building to a peak for several hours, yet, "What seems to be the problem, Edward?""You have visitors, and they are rather anxious to see you.""Please tell me who feels the urge to bug me at this hour?"Edward only but c