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So many questions and nothing seemed to give her answers. She sat and watched as Mina fell into the arms of a young Vlad and wondered if that was how she should have been? The truth to all her horrors was no, she didn’t want to seem too easy, but she did believe that Craven had done more than take her clothes off that night.Once she hit the house, she had changed out of that outfit and pulled on a comfortable pair of sleeper paints that had tweety bird on them. With the pants she pulled on an oversized T-shirt that said “Don’t talk to me until I have had at least two cups of coffee.” The shirt had an old lady on it, which reminded her of her granny.She lost her to cancer five years ago; it had been a horrible road for her. The thing that surprised her most with her granny was she always had a smile for her. Nothing could get her down, even throwing up from the meds they gave her. Majesta didn’t want to go out that way, but if it came down to it then she would be brave, like her. Pum

“You have psychic gifts. They thought that if you were turned the gifts would be stronger. The thing they didn’t really take into consideration was your heart.” Magnusson looked over at her.“Did you love her?” Majesta already knew the answer.“With all my heart, she had a way about her. The sway of her hips, the touch of her hand. It was electrifying to have her do such a simple touch. She really didn’t know she had such powers, though. Just as yours is, you just don’t know how much you are like her.” Magnusson was in love with a memory.“Do you look at me and see her?” Majesta wanted to know.“In many ways, yes. You look just like her, but your mannerisms are different.” Magnusson told her and felt a pain in his heart for a lost love.“Without really knowing me, you love me?” Majesta didn’t really want to know the answer to that question. It would be the same as Craven.“I love the soul that came to you when you were born. I can’t say that I love the woman yet.” Magnusson told her th

That got a look from him and she was rather pleased with herself. The fact that Craven would find out sooner or later that she wasn’t in that room. Would Amèliä really try to keep him away from her? They really were made for one another. They were monsters, or were they? She didn’t really understand it all. It was only part of the reason that she didn’t want him to leave her here alone. It would be cold her body wanted warmth. A chill ran up her spin, she knew it was because he had stepped away. It seemed shocking to her that she wanted him so badly. In her life she had never wanted a man like she did him. Should she think herself wicked because she wanted him and had only met him? The thing was that her soul knew him, knew him well enough to make her feel comfortable with him.“I am sure that he will not come for you just yet. You see, Amèliä really is in love with him and wants to keep him for herself. It does worry me that he might come for you in the night. At least you will be sa

Finding a spot at the store was a pain, but she finally managed it after almost ten minutes. After locking up her car, she headed in to find something to eat. The truth was, she sucked at cooking and didn't do much of it. The microwave was her BFF at this point. That made her laugh. The woman in the aisle stared at her like she had lost her mind. Majesta just walked past her to find something to take home for dinner. Finally, she went down the frozen food section, picking up some hot pockets, a pizza. While she was on the aisle, she had the weirdest feeling she was being watched. She turned to look, but no one was there. When she stopped to get some ice cream, she almost screamed when she saw eyes looking back at hers, but laughed at the fact that she was jumping at her own shadow. The necklace was screaming at her that someone was watching her, but Majesta put her hand on the gem, and it quieted down.Grabbing a tub of mint chocolate chip, she went to the register. After she took all

“When were you born?” Majesta groaned at herself as she looked down at her lap.What a horrible thing to ask of the man sitting across from her. He was well over five hundred years old. He most likely didn’t like talking about his age, but then again who was she to know what was the proper thing to ask a vampire. She was new to this and didn’t want to seem brash.“I am so sorry; I shouldn’t have asked such a rude thing.” Majesta spuddered out a blush on her cheeks.“It is alright, Majesta, I am a little over fifteen hundred years old. I have seen so much history that you could write a book about it. I hope you received the gift I sent you. They were part of my personal collection. I wanted you to have them. They are worth millions in truth, but I doubt you would sell them.” Magnusson told her with a wink.“You’re… You’re….wow…” Majesta sat gaping at him, wondering how the hell he could be that old and look this good. “No, I would never sell them; they are at my house in my safe.”The g