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FOUR
“What am I doing here?” I demand of Ambrose.
The room I'm in is a Gothic recreation of the Castle of Dracula. The room is awash in a faint haunting glow of the moon from outside a terrace window. Everything inside is dark with blood red curtains. A canopied bed and dresser sit in the corner, with a mirror above it. The walls are decorated with portraits of Counts who used to live here. Ambrose sits on a throne-like chair on a raised dais. He's wearing a classic nobleman's velvet tunic, with long tie-cuff sleeves, and lace-up front. Twill pants with zip-off cuffs, a drawstring waist, with back and lower leg pockets cover a pair of leather boots with buckles. A necklace of gold with a hunker ankh and sheath, decorated in hieroglyphics, is around his neck. His long brown hair is curled, making his already blood red lips bright against the paleness of his skin. The blue in his eyes swim with power and desire.
I look down at myself and I can just imagine why.
He has me dressed in an embroidered stretch mesh bustier with zip-up back, ribbon front lacing and push-up boning. Trimmed in black, shiny lacy ruffle, the front piece has embroidered lavender flowers. A long, super low black and red skirt, with a lace-up corset detail on the front, along with a red felt inset and D-string accents on the bottom. Black stretch patent boots with lace-up side and inner zipper finalize the outfit. Around my neck is a rose necklace in black onyx. My hair is down and wrapped around my face in a tight curl.
I look like a stripper turned warrior.
Ambrose smiles seductively as he makes his way towards me. When I'm awake I have the power to resist his advances towards me, but now I'm not so sure. Already I can feel my heart pounding in my neck and my body tighten. He moves with the grace of a feline, his whole body radiates with his power. I try not to stare into his eyes, but I can hardly look away. The irises swim, the color dancing like the waves before a storm. I could fall into those eyes and never pull out.
I swallow down a lump in my throat as he stops inches from my face. His breath smells like lavender and his eyes search mine hungrily.”I have summoned your sleep to give you a message. I figured here would be as good a place as any,” he says indicating the room.
I can feel his power wash over me, making it difficult to breathe and the room warmer.
His body is so close. To feel those lips against mine.
He smiles and I take a step back as I realize what I was thinking. Now is not the time to lose it. Squaring my shoulders I stand up to him, my back straight and my head clear. “I received your message when you sent that demon after me,” I say bitterly.
He cocks his head to the side in an attempt to look innocent. “That was just a formality.”
Formality?
“What are you talking about?”
“The message is simple and direct. I want you,” he says. He starts walking around me.“I've wanted you since the first time we fought. The smell of you when I stalked you, and the taste of your blood in my throat.” He stops in front of me. “Those are the things I want.”
I glare at him and back away when he steps closer.
“In my pursuits of you, I have seen and felt the strength behind your movements, your posture and style. I long for the moment when I can feel your body in want of me. Like the way you are now.” He licks his lips and I follow them involuntarily. “I can hear the blood in your veins, and I am closer to you than you've ever wanted me to be. We are the same you and I.”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. I have no desire for you.”
He moves forward and I back into the dresser.
“This... connection you think we have is nothing more than a trick. A manipulation of my thoughts for your own personal gratification. My life is not yours to control.” I can hear my voice cracking and it angers me.
He smiles as if he knows.
Suddenly my hands are on the dresser as he leans in. I try to maintain my hold on reality and not the atmosphere of the dream. He can't control me.
“You're trembling my darling,” he says huskily.“Are you nervous?”
I try to speak but my throat refuses to work.
I won't let him touch me! I won't allow him to kiss me!
His breath warms my face as his lips hover above mine. He looks deep into my eyes, trying to force his desires through my thoughts.
Just a touch of his lips.
I can feel the weight of his body leaning into me. His unbeating heart lies parallel to mine. I stand frozen, my eyes stuck inside his gaze.“You're no match for me Vala, I own your soul,” he says quietly.
My eyes widen when I grasp what he just said.
The spell is broken and I shove him away. “You'll never own me!” I scream.
I awaken and fling myself into the bathroom directly across from my room, turning on the faucet to wash my face. This was the first time Ambrose found his way into my dreams. No one knew he could. When I find him I'll rip his heart out! I wipe my face with a towel and look into the mirror. My reflection is distorted as I see through red eyes. The blood is pulsing behind my eyes, creating a pressure on my skull. Gripping my eyes closed I force them to change back to normal. Yelling out in pain I throw a crystal paperweight against the wall, causing it to shatter.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Alden demands.
I open my eyes to find them normal. Alden stands behind me with a look of agitation. Turning around I sigh. “I'm sorry Alden. I broke your prize winning art.”
He frowns and glances at the crystal on the floor. “I didn't realize you hated it so much.”
I giggle nervously.
“So what happened, Vala?”
“I had a bad dream. My eyes were red.” I look down at the pieces, “I guess I got a little angry.”
He shakes his head companionably. “I'm more worried that you might do something like that to me one of these days. Make sure you get a grip on your anger and overcome it. If you don't than Ambrose will certainly win.”
He's right, I know he is.
“I'll go see if Griffon knows anything about this demon. I'll be back before you leave for the retreat,” I promise. Alden is going to be leaving with the Council for a few days.
He smiles and shakes his head in the direction of the crystal, before leaving me to dress. I put on my clothes from the previous night and wrap a coat around my shoulders. The mornings are always cold in England. The sun should be up in the sky so I won't see any vampires on my way to the pub. I hope Griffon knows something.
Before Ambrose decides to act on his plans.
FOUR
“What am I doing here?” I demand of Ambrose.
The room I'm in is a Gothic recreation of the Castle of Dracula. The room is awash in a faint haunting glow of the moon from outside a terrace window. Everything inside is dark with blood red curtains. A canopied bed and dresser sit in the corner, with a mirror above it. The walls are decorated with portraits of Counts who used to live here. Ambrose sits on a throne-like chair on a raised dais. He's wearing a classic nobleman's velvet tunic, with long tie-cuff sleeves, and lace-up front. Twill pants with zip-off cuffs, a drawstring waist, with back and lower leg pockets cover a pair of leather boots with buckles. A necklace of gold with a hunker ankh and sheath, decorated in hieroglyphics, is around his neck. His long brown hair is curled, making his already blood red lips bright against the paleness of his skin. The blue in his eyes swim with power and desire.
I look down at myself and I can just imagine why.
He has me dressed in an embroidered stretch mesh bustier with zip-up back, ribbon front lacing and push-up boning. Trimmed in black, shiny lacy ruffle, the front piece has embroidered lavender flowers. A long, super low black and red skirt, with a lace-up corset detail on the front, along with a red felt inset and D-string accents on the bottom. Black stretch patent boots with lace-up side and inner zipper finalize the outfit. Around my neck is a rose necklace in black onyx. My hair is down and wrapped around my face in a tight curl.
I look like a stripper turned warrior.
Ambrose smiles seductively as he makes his way towards me. When I'm awake I have the power to resist his advances towards me, but now I'm not so sure. Already I can feel my heart pounding in my neck and my body tighten. He moves with the grace of a feline, his whole body radiates with his power. I try not to stare into his eyes, but I can hardly look away. The irises swim, the color dancing like the waves before a storm. I could fall into those eyes and never pull out.
I swallow down a lump in my throat as he stops inches from my face. His breath smells like lavender and his eyes search mine hungrily.”I have summoned your sleep to give you a message. I figured here would be as good a place as any,” he says indicating the room.
I can feel his power wash over me, making it difficult to breathe and the room warmer.
His body is so close. To feel those lips against mine.
He smiles and I take a step back as I realize what I was thinking. Now is not the time to lose it. Squaring my shoulders I stand up to him, my back straight and my head clear. “I received your message when you sent that demon after me,” I say bitterly.
He cocks his head to the side in an attempt to look innocent. “That was just a formality.”
Formality?
“What are you talking about?”
“The message is simple and direct. I want you,” he says. He starts walking around me.“I've wanted you since the first time we fought. The smell of you when I stalked you, and the taste of your blood in my throat.” He stops in front of me. “Those are the things I want.”
I glare at him and back away when he steps closer.
“In my pursuits of you, I have seen and felt the strength behind your movements, your posture and style. I long for the moment when I can feel your body in want of me. Like the way you are now.” He licks his lips and I follow them involuntarily. “I can hear the blood in your veins, and I am closer to you than you've ever wanted me to be. We are the same you and I.”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. I have no desire for you.”
He moves forward and I back into the dresser.
“This... connection you think we have is nothing more than a trick. A manipulation of my thoughts for your own personal gratification. My life is not yours to control.” I can hear my voice cracking and it angers me.
He smiles as if he knows.
Suddenly my hands are on the dresser as he leans in. I try to maintain my hold on reality and not the atmosphere of the dream. He can't control me.
“You're trembling my darling,” he says huskily.“Are you nervous?”
I try to speak but my throat refuses to work.
I won't let him touch me! I won't allow him to kiss me!
His breath warms my face as his lips hover above mine. He looks deep into my eyes, trying to force his desires through my thoughts.
Just a touch of his lips.
I can feel the weight of his body leaning into me. His unbeating heart lies parallel to mine. I stand frozen, my eyes stuck inside his gaze.“You're no match for me Vala, I own your soul,” he says quietly.
My eyes widen when I grasp what he just said.
The spell is broken and I shove him away. “You'll never own me!” I scream.
I awaken and fling myself into the bathroom directly across from my room, turning on the faucet to wash my face. This was the first time Ambrose found his way into my dreams. No one knew he could. When I find him I'll rip his heart out! I wipe my face with a towel and look into the mirror. My reflection is distorted as I see through red eyes. The blood is pulsing behind my eyes, creating a pressure on my skull. Gripping my eyes closed I force them to change back to normal. Yelling out in pain I throw a crystal paperweight against the wall, causing it to shatter.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Alden demands.
I open my eyes to find them normal. Alden stands behind me with a look of agitation. Turning around I sigh. “I'm sorry Alden. I broke your prize winning art.”
He frowns and glances at the crystal on the floor. “I didn't realize you hated it so much.”
I giggle nervously.
“So what happened, Vala?”
“I had a bad dream. My eyes were red.” I look down at the pieces, “I guess I got a little angry.”
He shakes his head companionably. “I'm more worried that you might do something like that to me one of these days. Make sure you get a grip on your anger and overcome it. If you don't than Ambrose will certainly win.”
He's right, I know he is.
“I'll go see if Griffon knows anything about this demon. I'll be back before you leave for the retreat,” I promise. Alden is going to be leaving with the Council for a few days.
He smiles and shakes his head in the direction of the crystal, before leaving me to dress. I put on my clothes from the previous night and wrap a coat around my shoulders. The mornings are always cold in England. The sun should be up in the sky so I won't see any vampires on my way to the pub. I hope Griffon knows something.
Before Ambrose decides to act on his plans.
“What am I doing here?” I demand of Ambrose.
The room I'm in is a Gothic recreation of the Castle of Dracula. The room is awash in a faint haunting glow of the moon from outside a terrace window. Everything inside is dark with blood red curtains. A canopied bed and dresser sit in the corner, with a mirror above it. The walls are decorated with portraits of Counts who used to live here. Ambrose sits on a throne-like chair on a raised dais. He's wearing a classic nobleman's velvet tunic, with long tie-cuff sleeves, and lace-up front. Twill pants with zip-off cuffs, a drawstring waist, with back and lower leg pockets cover a pair of leather boots with buckles. A necklace of gold with a hunker ankh and sheath, decorated in hieroglyphics, is around his neck. His long brown hair is curled, making his already blood red lips bright against the paleness of his skin. The blue in his eyes swim with power and desire.
I look down at myself and I can just imagine why.
He has me dressed in an embroidered stretch mesh bustier with zip-up back, ribbon front lacing and push-up boning. Trimmed in black, shiny lacy ruffle, the front piece has embroidered lavender flowers. A long, super low black and red skirt, with a lace-up corset detail on the front, along with a red felt inset and D-string accents on the bottom. Black stretch patent boots with lace-up side and inner zipper finalize the outfit. Around my neck is a rose necklace in black onyx. My hair is down and wrapped around my face in a tight curl.
I look like a stripper turned warrior.
Ambrose smiles seductively as he makes his way towards me. When I'm awake I have the power to resist his advances towards me, but now I'm not so sure. Already I can feel my heart pounding in my neck and my body tighten. He moves with the grace of a feline, his whole body radiates with his power. I try not to stare into his eyes, but I can hardly look away. The irises swim, the color dancing like the waves before a storm. I could fall into those eyes and never pull out.
I swallow down a lump in my throat as he stops inches from my face. His breath smells like lavender and his eyes search mine hungrily.”I have summoned your sleep to give you a message. I figured here would be as good a place as any,” he says indicating the room.
I can feel his power wash over me, making it difficult to breathe and the room warmer.
His body is so close. To feel those lips against mine.
He smiles and I take a step back as I realize what I was thinking. Now is not the time to lose it. Squaring my shoulders I stand up to him, my back straight and my head clear. “I received your message when you sent that demon after me,” I say bitterly.
He cocks his head to the side in an attempt to look innocent. “That was just a formality.”
Formality?
“What are you talking about?”
“The message is simple and direct. I want you,” he says. He starts walking around me.“I've wanted you since the first time we fought. The smell of you when I stalked you, and the taste of your blood in my throat.” He stops in front of me. “Those are the things I want.”
I glare at him and back away when he steps closer.
“In my pursuits of you, I have seen and felt the strength behind your movements, your posture and style. I long for the moment when I can feel your body in want of me. Like the way you are now.” He licks his lips and I follow them involuntarily. “I can hear the blood in your veins, and I am closer to you than you've ever wanted me to be. We are the same you and I.”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. I have no desire for you.”
He moves forward and I back into the dresser.
“This... connection you think we have is nothing more than a trick. A manipulation of my thoughts for your own personal gratification. My life is not yours to control.” I can hear my voice cracking and it angers me.
He smiles as if he knows.
Suddenly my hands are on the dresser as he leans in. I try to maintain my hold on reality and not the atmosphere of the dream. He can't control me.
“You're trembling my darling,” he says huskily.“Are you nervous?”
I try to speak but my throat refuses to work.
I won't let him touch me! I won't allow him to kiss me!
His breath warms my face as his lips hover above mine. He looks deep into my eyes, trying to force his desires through my thoughts.
Just a touch of his lips.
I can feel the weight of his body leaning into me. His unbeating heart lies parallel to mine. I stand frozen, my eyes stuck inside his gaze.“You're no match for me Vala, I own your soul,” he says quietly.
My eyes widen when I grasp what he just said.
The spell is broken and I shove him away. “You'll never own me!” I scream.
I awaken and fling myself into the bathroom directly across from my room, turning on the faucet to wash my face. This was the first time Ambrose found his way into my dreams. No one knew he could. When I find him I'll rip his heart out! I wipe my face with a towel and look into the mirror. My reflection is distorted as I see through red eyes. The blood is pulsing behind my eyes, creating a pressure on my skull. Gripping my eyes closed I force them to change back to normal. Yelling out in pain I throw a crystal paperweight against the wall, causing it to shatter.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Alden demands.
I open my eyes to find them normal. Alden stands behind me with a look of agitation. Turning around I sigh. “I'm sorry Alden. I broke your prize winning art.”
He frowns and glances at the crystal on the floor. “I didn't realize you hated it so much.”
I giggle nervously.
“So what happened, Vala?”
“I had a bad dream. My eyes were red.” I look down at the pieces, “I guess I got a little angry.”
He shakes his head companionably. “I'm more worried that you might do something like that to me one of these days. Make sure you get a grip on your anger and overcome it. If you don't than Ambrose will certainly win.”
He's right, I know he is.
“I'll go see if Griffon knows anything about this demon. I'll be back before you leave for the retreat,” I promise. Alden is going to be leaving with the Council for a few days.
He smiles and shakes his head in the direction of the crystal, before leaving me to dress. I put on my clothes from the previous night and wrap a coat around my shoulders. The mornings are always cold in England. The sun should be up in the sky so I won't see any vampires on my way to the pub. I hope Griffon knows something.
Before Ambrose decides to act on his plans.
FOUR
“What am I doing here?” I demand of Ambrose.
The room I'm in is a Gothic recreation of the Castle of Dracula. The room is awash in a faint haunting glow of the moon from outside a terrace window. Everything inside is dark with blood red curtains. A canopied bed and dresser sit in the corner, with a mirror above it. The walls are decorated with portraits of Counts who used to live here. Ambrose sits on a throne-like chair on a raised dais. He's wearing a classic nobleman's velvet tunic, with long tie-cuff sleeves, and lace-up front. Twill pants with zip-off cuffs, a drawstring waist, with back and lower leg pockets cover a pair of leather boots with buckles. A necklace of gold with a hunker ankh and sheath, decorated in hieroglyphics, is around his neck. His long brown hair is curled, making his already blood red lips bright against the paleness of his skin. The blue in his eyes swim with power and desire.
I look down at myself and I can just imagine why.
He has me dressed in an embroidered stretch mesh bustier with zip-up back, ribbon front lacing and push-up boning. Trimmed in black, shiny lacy ruffle, the front piece has embroidered lavender flowers. A long, super low black and red skirt, with a lace-up corset detail on the front, along with a red felt inset and D-string accents on the bottom. Black stretch patent boots with lace-up side and inner zipper finalize the outfit. Around my neck is a rose necklace in black onyx. My hair is down and wrapped around my face in a tight curl.
I look like a stripper turned warrior.
Ambrose smiles seductively as he makes his way towards me. When I'm awake I have the power to resist his advances towards me, but now I'm not so sure. Already I can feel my heart pounding in my neck and my body tighten. He moves with the grace of a feline, his whole body radiates with his power. I try not to stare into his eyes, but I can hardly look away. The irises swim, the color dancing like the waves before a storm. I could fall into those eyes and never pull out.
I swallow down a lump in my throat as he stops inches from my face. His breath smells like lavender and his eyes search mine hungrily.”I have summoned your sleep to give you a message. I figured here would be as good a place as any,” he says indicating the room.
I can feel his power wash over me, making it difficult to breathe and the room warmer.
His body is so close. To feel those lips against mine.
He smiles and I take a step back as I realize what I was thinking. Now is not the time to lose it. Squaring my shoulders I stand up to him, my back straight and my head clear. “I received your message when you sent that demon after me,” I say bitterly.
He cocks his head to the side in an attempt to look innocent. “That was just a formality.”
Formality?
“What are you talking about?”
“The message is simple and direct. I want you,” he says. He starts walking around me.“I've wanted you since the first time we fought. The smell of you when I stalked you, and the taste of your blood in my throat.” He stops in front of me. “Those are the things I want.”
I glare at him and back away when he steps closer.
“In my pursuits of you, I have seen and felt the strength behind your movements, your posture and style. I long for the moment when I can feel your body in want of me. Like the way you are now.” He licks his lips and I follow them involuntarily. “I can hear the blood in your veins, and I am closer to you than you've ever wanted me to be. We are the same you and I.”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. I have no desire for you.”
He moves forward and I back into the dresser.
“This... connection you think we have is nothing more than a trick. A manipulation of my thoughts for your own personal gratification. My life is not yours to control.” I can hear my voice cracking and it angers me.
He smiles as if he knows.
Suddenly my hands are on the dresser as he leans in. I try to maintain my hold on reality and not the atmosphere of the dream. He can't control me.
“You're trembling my darling,” he says huskily.“Are you nervous?”
I try to speak but my throat refuses to work.
I won't let him touch me! I won't allow him to kiss me!
His breath warms my face as his lips hover above mine. He looks deep into my eyes, trying to force his desires through my thoughts.
Just a touch of his lips.
I can feel the weight of his body leaning into me. His unbeating heart lies parallel to mine. I stand frozen, my eyes stuck inside his gaze.“You're no match for me Vala, I own your soul,” he says quietly.
My eyes widen when I grasp what he just said.
The spell is broken and I shove him away. “You'll never own me!” I scream.
I awaken and fling myself into the bathroom directly across from my room, turning on the faucet to wash my face. This was the first time Ambrose found his way into my dreams. No one knew he could. When I find him I'll rip his heart out! I wipe my face with a towel and look into the mirror. My reflection is distorted as I see through red eyes. The blood is pulsing behind my eyes, creating a pressure on my skull. Gripping my eyes closed I force them to change back to normal. Yelling out in pain I throw a crystal paperweight against the wall, causing it to shatter.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Alden demands.
I open my eyes to find them normal. Alden stands behind me with a look of agitation. Turning around I sigh. “I'm sorry Alden. I broke your prize winning art.”
He frowns and glances at the crystal on the floor. “I didn't realize you hated it so much.”
I giggle nervously.
“So what happened, Vala?”
“I had a bad dream. My eyes were red.” I look down at the pieces, “I guess I got a little angry.”
He shakes his head companionably. “I'm more worried that you might do something like that to me one of these days. Make sure you get a grip on your anger and overcome it. If you don't than Ambrose will certainly win.”
He's right, I know he is.
“I'll go see if Griffon knows anything about this demon. I'll be back before you leave for the retreat,” I promise. Alden is going to be leaving with the Council for a few days.
He smiles and shakes his head in the direction of the crystal, before leaving me to dress. I put on my clothes from the previous night and wrap a coat around my shoulders. The mornings are always cold in England. The sun should be up in the sky so I won't see any vampires on my way to the pub. I hope Griffon knows something.
Before Ambrose decides to act on his plans.
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