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~Aurora’s Point of View~ I sit with what I know must be a dumb expression on my face. I’m suddenly realizing more and more that there’s so much I don’t know. Are people specifically not telling me things? Just when I think I’m finally fitting in, finding my forever home, I feel like an idiot. Were there witches and fairies at Midnight Moon too then?? Did Mason know?? He never even remotely said anything. I never noticed anyone doing anything weird. I don’t think so anyhow. I mean, yeah I saw wolves around all the time and the occasional other animal but I never went out with them at night hunting. I assumed the other animals were real, or even just visitors. When Javed leads me away from the party, I stare at him desperate for answers. Lucy doesn’t know what to think, she’s just as confused. But she hasn’t been around long enough to have been paying attention to such things. Did I even know such creatures existed? Maybe. Then again I always knew vampires were real but until I met
~Javed’s Point of View~ I’ve more than seen my share of human suffering, human pain. Most times, I’ve been the one inflicting it with zero emotion attached to it. Humans were always just food, a means for me to survive if you could call my existence surviving. I’m not proud of that now but there was certainly a time that power meant everything to me. I can only hope the time I’ll have with my Aurora can start the process of atoning for those sins. That and the hundred years I had to lose for a supposed crime I committed. My only regret with that was not finishing the job. But now that I have my sweet, I can’t even remotely get back in that frame of mind. I have to let things go for now, and hope like hell things let me go too. But for a vampire, everything is only a matter of time. All we have is time, our thirst and oftentimes our need for revenge. We hold and harbor grudges more than any other creature, which is saying a lot since witches usually hold the franchise on revenge. At
~Aurora’s Point of View~ My nagging mind that says I need to fight him for answers loses out pretty quickly when I feel his erection against me. Nothing is as important as this, as us right now. Even if he won’t fully mate me tonight, I will have this. He will make love to me… or I’ll kill him for real! *Shut … up,* Lucy scolds, trying to move my hands. She’s too weak but I don’t want to fight her on this. Tomorrow I can do all the heavy thinking. Javed is already kissing down my belly and I want to give him my undivided attention. I can tell he wants to take things slow, be romantic. Even if I’m so damn tired all I want is to get things moving. It’s my first time, he’s doing what he should be doing: making it sweet and memorable. Lucy practically hums with his touch, with his kisses. I close my eyes as he kisses just above my clit and his fingertips feel like feathers over my thighs. I don’t know how he can manage to feel so light and gentle when I certainly know what he is. Thoug
~Javed’s Point of View~ For at least three hours I’ve been standing in front of various windows around the house, though never out of eye sight of my Aurora for more than a few seconds. The bedroom has a wall open to the house, a weird design but handy for my purposes. Some … thing is outside. If she weren’t so dead tired, I have no doubt Lucy would know. I’ve put myself in a tough spot, not having a single vampire friend to help me. Though I can’t trust a single one of them so I don’t know how I could. I know for certain it isn’t my maker out there in the sub zero temperatures, but that in no one way means it isn’t one of her minions keeping an eye on me. Even in life she never had a problem finding an endless amount of idiots ready to fall at her feet. Becoming an immortal only proved to fit her personality more so I’m sorry to say. There have been many times tonight I knew a vampire was literally on the other side of the window, daring me to move the curtain. Daring me to show
~Javed’s Point of View~ “No. I think I made it more than clear the last time I saw you what my feelings were about our relationship. It was over and dead. Well I wanted you to be totally dead,” I state, with a cool and level voice. Now that I realize the light is artificial I allow my eyes to adjust. She’s wearing sunglasses and has her hair in what I recall to be the style in the 1920’s. Though her natural hair is extremely long so it must be a wig. If she cuts it, it’ll grow right back. I’m more than glad there could never even remotely be a sexual attraction between us; if that were the case she’d have a million times more of a hold on me than she does. Unfortunately our bond is deeper than sex and I can’t shake it even after all this time. I’m sure it is unheard of for a maker to not have a physical relationship with their “child” and I’m certain she does it with all the rest of them. But I doubt there’s ever been a situation like ours. “Tsk! Come now. Do you think I’d allow
~Javed’s Point of View~ ~Flashback, The 1920’s~ “Don’t be like that! This place is the cat’s pajamas,” Setareh squeals, moving her hips to the music, wanting me to dance with her. Like usual. She wants a younger looking male on her arm so publicly she looks youthful. I step back, adjust my dress jacket and groan. Why do I still stand next to her and feel as though I need to ask permission to leave? With as many times as I’ve left her, you’d think it would be easy to go. Just leave, Javed. You don’t need this shit tonight, or any night. Hassan grabs her hand and twirls her out on the dance floor, a massive grin on his face. His love for her has never been more obvious and still she returns his affections with scraps. He falls for it, every single time. But even as a human he was ten years her elder and it’s permanently stuck in his features. “You vamp you,” Hassan teases, loving to play on words. Vampires love a good pun. It’s ironic but vampires are actually becoming a topic of
~Javed’s Point of View~ ~Still 1920's Two Months Later~ “Go! Go!!! Come on Brandywine you can do it old girl,” I shout, waving my ticket in the air. The crowd behind me is yelling and some even throw things. Even though holding my breath is unnecessary I find myself doing it. At the last second, I even close my eyes. “Annnnnd BY A NOSE it’s BRANDYWINE taking first place,” the announcer shouts. “YEAH!!! YES!!! That’s my girl,” I cry out, kissing my winning ticket and raising my tophat in the air. Adrenaline rushes through me with a slight warmth to it. I’ve just won three thousand dollars in the blink of an eye. I hardly need the money, sure. But the thrill of the victory, of always picking the winner is what gets me off. With this score though I’ll be able to find a very nice house to rent somewhere quiet or even just buy it outright. Where that is, I don’t quite know yet. “I guess dinner and a show are on you,” I hear, and immediately cringe. I put my hat back on my head an
~Javed’s Point of View~ When she lunges at me, I’m prepared. The first thing I did was scan the room for weapons, and there are several. I have no idea what type of factory this place is but thank god it’s ripe for a fight. I dodge her and grab a saw blade so fast she can’t see it from above me. I raise it over my head and strike. “Ahhh! You bastard! I loved this gown,” she shouts, shrieking at the cut down her side. Blood drips from two stubs that used to have fingers. I want to grin but there’s no time to be arrogant. Of course she’s only mad about the dress. All the more proof of who she really is. The damn dress is the least of your worries. The smell of her blood flares in my nostrils. Sure, vampires feed from one another, it’ll do in a pinch if you’re starving but it’s not live blood. It’s the only dead blood in fact that we can drink and not have a seizure. I consider lunging at her and draining her myself but the thought of having another drop of her blood in my body more