1000 Lifetimes

The choice

They entered the double doors and were greeted with an immediate silence in the room. The room was well lit with a chandelier in the center of the room, and two sconces on each wall. The floor was a dark wook, and the walls were a grey stone brick. In the center of the room was a long oval table, with one end pointing towards the door, and the other the back of the room. Along the sides of the table were eight chairs. Seeming to be in pair. On the end opposite the door, there was a high backed chair. Made of a wood similar to the floor, with gold accenting on the arm rest, legs and back in the shape of even more of the symbols Lamia had written in his journal. Behind the high seat was a fireplace giving the room a warm lighting; casting shadows across the ceiling.

There were seven people in the room. Three wearing suits similar to Kelling; four guards stood in the four corners of the room. They were all deep in conversation in the strange dialect that Lamia spoke when the doors swung open, yet fell dead silent when they laid their eyes on Lamia. One of them stood up, his face showing awe in the presence of Lamia. He seemed to be quite young. He didn't seem a day over twenty-five. He still appeared older than Lamia, who Amara guessed was around her age of seventeen; but if he really was a vampire, she had no idea. The boy's hair was in a bowl shape and dirty blonde I'm color. His eyes were a vibrant blue and his skin a light tan. On his suit he had a badge that showed authority. A black hand was the centerpiece, with grey swords making a cross behind it. Above the hand were what appeared to be eyes. The material they were made of didn't exactly glow, but it showed a bright red. Amara couldn't tell for sure, but she felt that this boy was someone you didn't want coming after you.

The boy walks up to Lamia, out-stretching arm. Lamia gribs his forearm and smiles at him.

"it's good to see you again, Praeceptorem." The boy says.
"The same to you, old friend." Lamia turns his head to Pruinae and whistles. He didn't say anything, but the dog obviously understood what this whistle meant. Pruinae turns around and one of the guards opens the door to let him pass. "Amara this is Tolan."
"Good to see you safe." Tolan says to Amara, smiling. Turning his head to Lamia, he says "Took you longer to find her this time. You must be losing your touch."
"I don't lose my touch." Lamia demands. Tolan said this jokingly, but Lamia's expression showed no humour at all.

Amara looks from Tolan to Lamia, and tugs on Lamia's shirt. "What does he mean Found me again?" She looks around the room, and see's the peoples eyes go to Lamia, waiting for him to begin speaking.

"You're tired. I think you should get some rest before we begin speaking of what you don't know." Lamia says.
"No. I wanna know now. You've been avoiding it long enough." She demands.

Lamia clearly wasn't used to being denied. The look on his face when she said no, showed it wasn't a common thing for him. "Amara please, give us time to prepare everything." He asks.
"No. I wanna know now."

There was a long silence in the room. Impatience was begining to show on Lamia's face. For a second, it looked like he was ready to yell at her. The way he was in here was clearly different than the way he has been with her thus far. Taking a deep breath, he finally says, "...Fine."

His eyes flash a bright white. Blinding her from anything else. One minute everything's fine and the next... Nothing.

Amara awoke what felt like days later. Her head was hurting and she had no idea where she was. The room she was in was quite luxurious however. The for was made of dark wood planks, the walls a large grey brick, the ceiling was high over her head and on the end opposite the door, was a large fireplace. The bed had red velvet pillows and blankets. The couch and chairs all seemed to come from the renaissance. The paintings around the room seemed to be as well. As decadent as the room was, it all seemed to just boend together. Making the room some what boring. Except for one desk in front of the fireplace. It was black painted wood, with a dark brown chair in front of it. On the desk, right in the center, was a glass container. On either side of it were candles that lit up the case.

Amara got off the bed to inspect the container, being drawn to it for some strange reason. As she got close to the glass, she finally realized what was inside. A black rose. Her heart began racing at the sight of it. Laying on the desk in front of the case, was another picture. One of her and Lamia standing side by side on a beach. She didn't recognize the beach. She didn't even remember the last time she had been to the beach. She feels like she would remember. She'd certainly remember going with Lamia. She had no idea what was going on. She tried to think of what happened. She just remembered being in that room with Lamia and... What was his name? Tolan! What happened? There remembers a bright light, wasn't there? Is that what knocked her out? No... It couldn't have been... How could a light make her black out? More questions were coming up than were being answered. She needed to get out of here. Lamia may have helped her before, but now she just wants to go home.

The door swung open and startled Amara. Almost jumping when the door made contact with the wall. It was Lamia.

"Sleep well?" He asked
"What the hell happened? Where are am I?" Amara replies angrily.
"Calm down. Everything's alright."
"Calm down? Calm down?! You expect me to be calm everythings that happened today?!" Amara's voice almost squeaking as she finishes she sentence. "Where am I?" Her voice low and demanding.
"A safe house. The people trying to get us before can't reach us here." Amara didn't reply. She just looked on to Lamia, trying to decide what to do. "Look, I know you're scared, and I know you wanna go home. I would too if I were you. And so I've told the guards that you may leave."
"Just like that? I can leave?" Surprised to the news she was just given, Amara almost lets out a sigh of relief.
"If you really want to, you can. I've never forced you to stay, and I never will. If you wanna go home, you can. But everything we've set in motion, isn't going to stop."
"What exactly did we set in motion?" Amara says the last few words mockingly.
"You go home, you'll have to find out on your own. You can try to put all this behind you, but it will follow you."

Amara, considering her options, had one last question for Lamia.

"Who are you? Really?"

Lamia raised his head at the question, wondering how to answer.

"I'm the answer to the wish you made."