Ethereal Kiss {Lesbian Vampire Romance} [ON HOLD]

Chapter Seven

What happened next was a blur. One minute we were in the corridor. Jenkins' arms were around my waist as I fought desperately, my legs kicking like mad. Down the opposite end, the blond vampire held Adele by her throat up against the wall, smirking as she screamed. The next thing I knew, Jenkins was forcing me to sit down on a dusty cushion in an unfamiliar room.

"Where's Adele?" I snarled, growling at the vampire guard. "What have you done to her?"

Before Jenkins could answer, the door opened and Adele entered, surrounded by Emilia and another vampire guard. Her screams had subsided but her cheeks remained coated with her bloody tears. Her eyes, normally so bright and challenging, were lowered to the floor. Instead of sitting next to me, she seated herself on a cushion at the opposite end of the room. Emilia and the guard sat closely next to her.

 The tension in the room didn't need a knife to cut it. It needed a chainsaw. And preferably a maniac to wield it. Ironically, as my mind swam with thoughts of a maniac, the blond vampire entered. He was tall, a good head higher than most of the guys in the room. His blond hair was closer to strawberry blond than Adele's blond and it fell in tight curls to his shoulders.

"I apologise for any scene I have caused, my Lady," he smirked, bowing to Natasha who still stood outside of the room. Perhaps the smiley little deceitful bitch wanted to keep out of my glare firing range.

"It is quite alright, sir." Her voice was low and not as chirpy as before. "If you will excuse me, I have business to attend to in my own chambers. It was lovely meeting you, Gabriella." I hissed in reply. "And Adele... I hope I see you soon." And with that she vanished in a blaze of silk and, disgustingly, no underwear.

The blond vampire closed the door behind her and then turned to us. He took a few casual steps across the room and seated himself closest to the roaring fire on a comfortable armchair.

"How many years has it been, Adele?" he whispered. She didn't answer.

"How many years?" he asked again. Still no answer.

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION, ADELE!" he roared, leaping up from the armchair and turning himself to face us. "HOW-MANY-YEARS?" Adele looked up at him and smiled but still she would not answer. Roaring with anger, he leaped across the room and landed square above me. Before I could react, his hands were pressed against my throat, his fingers gripping it tight. The scream in my throat gurgled out as his grip tightened.

"Tell me, Adele, or little miss baby vampire here will be meeting her final death."

"It's been sixty two years, William."

William?

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"I will not marry, Sir William," I pouted, turning to my father who was seated calmly at his desk, pondering over paperwork. "I will not marry some lowly, peasant, English bast- man. I shall not. father. I will run away and join a nunnery. I swear it!" 

"Adele, please be silent." His voice was weary, his head in his hands. The powdered wig resting on his head had shifted, revealing hair almost as fair as my own. I had never viewed my father's true hair colour before and it shocked me into silence. Removing his hand from his face, he gestured to the cushioned chair before the desk, inviting me to sit down.

"I will not be silenced nor treated as a child! Francis will get your title one day and inherit all of our estates. Marie is now a duchess. Even Elisabeth is having a betrothal set up for her with a high-born noble. Mais pour moi? Some merchant's son, living out on a farm in Louisiana. I'll stink of manure and my children will have hideous skin from the sunshine-"