The Blade

Chapter Twenty Five - Emelia

WARNING: This chapter does contatin more mature scenes.

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Emelia 

She woke in the morning, stretching and rubbing her eyes. Her head angled to where Damien’s body should’ve been but instead she found a note.

                I went to the store to buy some things. Seeing as I sent all the servants away, I need to do all the dirty work. As my first chore I made some coffee for you in the kitchen. I’ll see you soon, little one.

                                                                             ~Damien

                Emelia smiled at the letter and rolled out of bed. She noticed she was no longer bare on her lower half nor did she have her own shirt on. Damien had changed her. She rolled her eyes and strolled to the kitchen, smelling the fumes of coffee in the air.

                It took her a while to find the mugs, but eventually she succeeded in making a drink to her liking. She held it in her hands as she walked around the house, inspecting and exploring all the nooks and crannies she hadn’t seen before. She saw two lovely glass doors leading out to the back patio. Her feet took her there and her hand opened the door.

                It was warm outside – it always was given where they were in the western hemisphere. The patio surrounded a crystal blue pool, but Emelia decided against taking a dip. Instead, she found a chair and sat, taking in all the beauty that the ranch provided. The morning was a good time to take in the atmosphere of the ranch. The horses could be heard in the distance mixed in with the sound of wind brushing over the house. There was another sound, though, that didn’t seem quite right to the blonde. She listened harder and she heard breathing that wasn’t her own. It didn’t sound close, but it didn’t sound like Damien. There was no heartbeat.

                Vampire.

                Emelia spent no time questioning how there could be a vampire on the property and she stood, Sage stirring inside of her. Her coffee was forgotten about as her mind solely focused on the where the vampire was. Sage urged her to look to the east and when she did she found a womanly figure walking towards the house. She took the spare time to contact Damien.

                Damien, we have a visitor, she told him.

                A visitor? If it’s my mother, just tell her we need space, he responded.

                Well, if your mother suddenly lost a heartbeat and bleached her hair, then yeah, I’ll be sure to give her the message, Emelia snarled, jealousy coursing through her veins at the sight of Damien’s ex-bed companion nearing her.

                Raven? Damien’s words echoed. When she didn’t respond he said, I’ll be there as soon as I can.

                “What are you doing here?” Emelia called out to her. In three seconds, the space gap between the two woman had decreased significantly and Raven stood five feet away from Emelia.

                “I caught word that Damien had taken his precious little mate to America. I had to see for myself,” the bloodsucker shrugged. Her facial expression showed that she was bored, but Emelia still couldn’t tell if she planned to attack or not.