The Vampire King's Wife *discontinued until further notice*

Memories

I look down at the picture of the three of us together, technically four in this picture, as I reminisce on one of the last memories my daughter and I share.  "Daddy, Daddy!" My little Khione exclaims in delight. "I found you," she giggles as she tugs on my pant leg. "Now it's your turn to find me!"

"Of course, my little snow nymph," I chuckle as I kneel down to her height. "Now go hide in a clever hiding spot. I promise I will find you." I smile at her as she giggles loudly and runs off, finding a hiding spot that would be too good for even one of those vampires to find her in. She's always been good at that.

"Father," my eldest son murmurs as he enters the home. "We have finally found the Vampire King."

I stand up and give Tyr a long look, trying to decide whether or not this is a lie. "You found the monster who has taken our Khione's life?"

"Yes," Tyr answers before giving a sly grin.  "All we have to do is our job-"

"As Vampire Hunters," I growl lowly as I examine the horizon, knowing that monster is out there.

As a Heart Hunter, I must take revenge for my daughter's death.

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(Khione Heart)

I think for a second before murmuring "vampire" in my mind.  Seeming as if he can read my mind, the man tenses and I look up at him.  "How come I don't remember you?  You say we were really close when we were little, but I don't remember much."

The man smirks before leaning in close and whispering in my ear "I only said we knew each other." He sits back up with a mischievous look in his eye before adding "which means you remember enough to know who I am, at least subconsciously. Do you know what I am?"

I shake my head despite the fact I have a pretty good idea. After all, my theory is pretty out there. My dad could have been crazy and those fangs could have been fake.  It's all still blurry.

The man sighs before laying down next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.  After pulling me closer, he buries his face in my neck and asks "are you hungry?"

"Are you kidding me?  I haven't eaten in hours," I sign with a smile.  The man smiles as he slides his arm down to my thighs before he sits up and picks me off the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Then let's go eat."  He stands up and walks us out, still carrying me with an arm around my waist and the other holding my legs around him.

He brings me outside my room and down an elevator I never noticed before to a floor or two underground, and the first thing I notice when I am carried in is the amount of people chatting it up... except for when the two of us enter.  When the man steps inside the room with me in his arms, the room goes dead silent, which makes me nervous.  What kind of man can silence a whole room with only his presence?  The man takes me through the crowd as they stare at us, all the way until we reach a door on the other end where the fabulous smell of pancakes waft to me.

On the other side of the door is the kitchen, which describes why there is a pancake smell coming from here.  It gives off a rich farmhouse kind of feel, or as if this room has been slowly worked on over a passage of years.  The room has natural wood colors with an island in the middle and the appliances and cupboards surrounding it.  On the right side of the room sits the fridge and on the left the sink, which is where I head after squirming out of my host's hold.

After washing my hands, I head to the fridge and pull out some frozen fruits and I look through the cupboards for a blender and unopened grape juice.  The man looks over my ingredients before wrapping his arms around my waist again.  "Some weird kind of smoothie?"  He asks as he watches me place a handful of each fruit inside the blender.

"Correction, an awesome kind of smoothie," I sign when I finish with the fruit.  I go back to the sink and rinse my hands before opening the grape juice and adding some of that to the blender.  "Do you want some?"

"Nah, I'm good," he answers before I turn the blender on.  "So you're hungry, yet you're making a smoothie?"  He signs, knowing that attempting to yell over the loud blender is pointless.

"Yep," I sign back.  "Though it's not the only thing I'm making."  While the blender continues to run, I search through the cupboards yet again and find graham crackers, a cup, spoon, measuring cups, and ziploc bag before opening the fridge and picking out blueberries and lemon yogurt.

"Hmm, a yogurt parfait," he murmurs after I turn off the blender and popping off the lid to look inside.  A chunk of frozen fruit is still left over, so I move the chunk in the blade's way before closing the lid on top and turning the blender back on.  I simply nod at the man's guess before returning to my work, making the Lemon Blueberry Yogurt Parfait.  Hmm, I need to find out this person's name.  I only know him as "the man," or "the host," or "my kidnapper."  Maybe I can call him "Hots?"  Only until I figure out his name, at least.  I should also probably try and find out if he is that little boy from my dreams.  Are those dreams even real?  I mean, I've heard of memories being used for dreams, but it's really never happened to me before.

Wait.  Would he even like the nickname "Hots?"  He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would go for that, yet he could be arrogant enough to appreciate it, or just like it because it means I find him hot.  Holy crap.  I never thought about whether or not I thought of him as hot.  Well, I guess I know that I do now.

I stop the blender, deciding that the smoothie is well done and I finish making my yogurt parfait afterwards, giving me the ability to sit, grab a spoon, and enjoy my food.

Hots sits next to me and watches me eat, as if it were the most interesting thing he's ever seen and I can't help but smile at it.  "What?" he asks, confused at my smile.

"You're watching me as if I'm more interesting than anything else in the world," I sign in answer, spoon still in hand.

"Well, maybe you are to me," he retorts, a hint of a smile on his face.  "Say, why haven't you used your voice being here at the castle?"

I tense at his question, stifling whatever my mind could remember of the incident.  Slowly, I nervously put my spoon down as I try to determine whether or not to answer his question.

Alright Hots, do I trust you enough?