Descendant Of Darkness

The secret meeting

          I slammed my bedroom door shut and sat in a heap on the cool floor. My dress, tattered and torn, barely covered my body. Strands of blond hair stuck to the spittle’s of blood that invaded the black satin. I would have to face the fact. It was her. He would always want her.

         I clambered up off the floor and shakily walked to the bed. I slipped out of the dress, leaving myself in black lacy panties, and buried myself in the soft, welcoming covers. Sleep was now the least of my problems but I couldn’t risk anymore destruction tonight. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sounds of the night, trying to forget the horrible, selfish events of the masked ball. And my frightful encounter with my so called fiancé.

 Sleep was lowering my defences when I heard the soft click of my bedroom door. I lay and listened intently; not actually wanting to move from the warmth my bed gave me. The door clicked again and the intruder started to walk towards my bed. Laced with drowsiness I curled up tighter beneath the covers. Whoever this intruder was, if they were here to kill me, I’d welcome them with open arms… The intruder lifted the covers and a sigh escaped their lips. I knew who it was instantly.

 He climbed into the bed and pulled the covers back over us. He reached out for me and I straightened up beside him. He gently wrapped his arm around my stomach and rested his chin on my shoulder. I inhaled deeply and leaned into him. This is what I needed. My skin brushed against his bare chest and I felt complete. It had been years since we had shared the same bed. It reminded me of all those years he’d spent protecting the fragile little girl I used to be…

“Amelia?” he whispered into my hair.

The sound of his voice was like a vice around my heart. My anger and jealously melted, revealing the sadistic innocent girl who felt out of place, incomplete. My feelings for him burned through my body like fire. Yet I stayed silent. “Amelia, I’m sorry. It all just got out of hand…Is your neck okay?”

I frowned. I hadn’t even bothered to check. It was probably the alcohol that was keeping the pain away. A fallen one may be stronger than an ordinary vampire; but a fallen one who doesn’t drink vampire blood? Weak as hell…

  He sighed deeply and released his hold on me. I turned swiftly, nuzzling into his side so not to lose contact with him; ignoring the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I needed his touch. He wrapped his arms around me once more and pulled me in close. ”I’ve missed this princess.” The use of my old pet- name brought tears to my eyes. The irony now being I was a princess of darkness, not at all the cute petite princess I was when I was found.

“Why are you here?” I breathed.

 After a few moments of silence, I lifted my head to meet his eyes with my own. His composure faltered and he traced his fingers over my cheek. “My little princess” he whispered. “How could I treat you like that?”

 I winced at the memory of his hands around my throat, pinning me to the wall. He stroked my hair soothingly as I tried to control my emotions. They all jumbled together in my stomach making me feel sick.  I knew I had to apologise...sooner or later.

               “Listen, Luke I’m sorry for attacking Amy. You love her, you always have. Ever since ...” I winced and pulled him closer. “Ever since you found me. You both did so much for me and this is how I repay you.”

 He stayed silent, stroking my hair whilst considering my words. “You’re right Amelia. I do love Amy.”

 His icy words cut deeper than any blade ever could. I felt the world shatter and collapse around me again and again. I had always known, but hearing it from Luke himself... it was brutal.