Bloodlines - Book One - COMPLETE

Chapter 13

Thats Haley ❤❤ but she has long sleeves on and short hair. Such a hawty

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Haley, the little nymph.

Leaning back I played with my napkin glaring at Haley, as she glared at Amilia. Going round and round the room.

Slowly more people joined her and it became an actual ball, and not the mess she always does.

I should have warned her. I sighed.

Looking down at my pet she was looking at her knees. She seems to have calmed down a lot, which makes things easier for me.

With Haley's aura, she likes making people do what she wants. And most of the time its vulgar and inhuman with what she makes humans and our vampire kind do.

And to my somewhat surprised, Amilia didn't react like everyone else. She didn't throw herself at me, or Haley. She didn't start stripping. She looked like she was in pain, but the way she breathed, and the blush of her skin…

I was having a hard time ignoring Haley, and adding Amilia on top of it. I was lucky I could think straight.

Maybe, trying to heal her was a bad idea.

Amilia sat up and looked up at me. Her beautiful blue eyes were no longer clouded with my red ones. Haley's aura must have brought my essence out in Amilia, which would explain the eyes.

Her lips part, but I stop her by putting a finger over my lips. She stopped and looked at me confused. Nodding my head toward the floor I tap my ear.

She seemed and felt upset at my gestures.

I really liked being able to feel her, I haven't been able to use my abilities to investigate or compel her. So my blood being in her is really helping me know… Shes not scared. She is just confused and worried about what will happen next.

And I feel terrible for leaving her in the dark. All things considering, and her reason for being here, I think I'm starting to believe her memory gap.

Maybe after the party, I should sit down and we should talk about how things are.

A small part of me growled in disapproval. This is the enemy, a believed hunter, and murderer on a dying race. Why should we trust her? Why should we trust any human?

But my reasoning is, to not be a murderous monster like the rest of my kind. To not kill everything I hate, or distrust. I try to practice being civil and act like I have some humanity left in me. To not be a monster.

Amilia places her hand on mine, breaking out of my trance. Bring back to reality and realizing I've been staring at her. Her touch felt warm. Like I was in the Sun. But at the same time it made me want her, to sink my teeth into her. 

Removing my hand from hers I look away and back at the mess Haley made. The servant started bringing out normal food. Haley looked at her Guardian and with a soft smile spoke under her breath and walked away.

Stephan stood there and slowly turned toward us. His eyes scanned her and then looked at me and nodded. Not in a "hello" manner, but in a respect.

"Des-erm Master Lorwind." My little kitten squicked out. Looking down at her I lean back and wait for her to speak up. "I need to get up, I want food and to stretch my legs." She says with a somewhat authority in her tone.

I just nod and look away. "Don't be long, I don't trust our guest."

Slowly she stood and I couldn't help but watch. Watch the skirt of her dress ruffle a bit and sway revealing long legs hidden behind black stockings. She spun and revealing her mark toward me and my heart dropped.

Making me realize why she's here.

This isn't some show where I flaunt my new toy. This isn't something that is a joke. I told Esmeralda… and she's coming to have a hiring, and most likely give her the death sentence.

And I know Amilia will die. I know she will because of who died that night.