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Note: It has been a very long time since I wrote anything - this was a simple draft/workspace for me to get back into the groove of fanfiction and to play around with the style of writing that I may want to use.

—----------------- Amy’s POV —---------------------------------

*Beep Beep*

The ringing of my 4 a.m alarm blasted on the table beside me as I rolled over to turn that shit off.

“Another damned monday…” I grumbled to myself as I reluctantly dragged myself out of my perfect warm bed. “Let’s just get this over with.” I pulled my ‘I <3 NY’ shirt over my head and headed for the shower. The cold water blasted my back which made me arch my back more than any lover had ever been able to. As it warmed I ran over all of my to-do list tasks that I would certainly forget the moment I left the shower.

“Open the store, restock the sugar and stir-sticks, fix the cappuccino machine, replace the coffee filters, grind new coffee grounds before the morning rush. Yep, not a busy day at all, not at all.” That was a lie, but lying to myself was the best way to keep myself sane - else I would worry about every little thing until I combust. I shut the shower off, and dried myself with a towel before applying lotion and running through my typical post-shower routine. Eventually I made my way out the bathroom, got dressed in my casual t-shirt and blue jeans and made my way to the kitchen. I guess Lily didn’t have to clock into work today, else she’d be out the door but instead she’s passed out on the sofa with half a bottle of liquor left. I left a glass of water beside her along with a bottle of ibuprofen and hangover meds because her hangover is extremely predictable. I left a small note next to her and left for the cafe.

The streets of New York are nothing like Times Square, especially at the ungodly hour of the morning that it is. I carried my pepper spray unlocked, absolutely ready to throw hands and run at the slightest sound of another human being. I almost made it to the cafe with no issues, but as I passed the alley adjacent to it that’s when I heard the most ungodly growl I had ever heard before - followed by a scream or a squeal of some sort - but I wasn’t about to stick around to find out. I dashed to the cafe door and with shaky hands and a pounding heart I shakily took out the keys to unlock it - but then I felt someone behind me.

“Having difficulty?”

A tall woman, slender build but not skinny by any means stood just a few inches away from my face. Her hair was brown, it matched her eyes perfectly, the same way her maroon suit seemed to complement her tan skin and build. Had I not been overcome with fear I would have fallen for her instantly - luckily my instincts took over instead of my horny urges.

“No. Please leave me alone.”

The break of silence between her question and my response must’ve taken too long, because she simply smirked and crossed her arms as my fear grew more prevalent.

“I see, not a problem. Stay safe, the streets of New York are dangerous for a beautiful young woman such as yourself. You never know what’s hiding in the dark.”

Her voice was so commanding, so smooth and elegant, I was convinced she could talk her way out of anything.

“I think I can handle the dark by myself - thank you.”

Her words resonated with me, perhaps it was the mystery in her eyes or the innuendo I hadn’t picked up on but I would never see her again so it didn’t matter. With that over I turned and let myself into the shop. I dropped my bag and started on my list of tasks - slowly but surely working my way through them as the time grew closer to open.

—----------------------------------------- Kamilah’s POV ---------------------------------------

I felt the sun on my skin, I could hear the water of the Nile and the sand on my feet. Home.

“Kamilah?”

I turned and I saw her - a stunning woman with blonde hair and the softest smile, a breathtaking body and a voice that could bring me to my knees. My lover, Anat. Then, she began to burn along with my home. I reached for her but my body was frozen, all I could do was hear her cries for me.

Kamilah…find…me.

I awake in a cold sweat with the urge to cry - Anat - my lover, the woman I had loved more than myself - the woman who continually haunts my dreams. They feel so real, as if they’re not really dreams, but it’s pointless to make such accusations, especially over a dead lover. I dressed myself and made my way towards a feeding alley. It was still in the dark hours of night and there was plenty of time for me to feed before I had to get to Ahmanet Financial. I walked to the alley, making haste and met with Tauna - a new volunteer who seemed eager to assist with my hunger.

“I’ll make this quick.” I gently cradled her neck and sank my fangs half an inch into her skin, making haste but not too quickly. She let out a bit of a scream at the end, they usually do, but someone caught it - and now it was my problem to deal with.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

I followed the blonde figure to a coffee shop, my instincts told me I should’ve walked away, but there was something about her that simply drew me to her and I couldn’t place a pin on it.

“Having difficulty?” I spoke as softly as I could and yet she still jumped like a deer in headlights. That’s when I saw her, Anat, she looked just like her, a near carbon copy of her. It was nearly ironic, here I asked her if she was having difficulty but here I was struggling to trust my own eyes.

“No. Please leave me alone.”

I took that as my cue to leave, I was starstruck but I left knowing to prevent her from catching any vampire feeding in the future.

“I see, not a problem. Stay safe, the streets of New York are dangerous for a beautiful young woman such as yourself. You never know what’s hiding in the dark.”

I turned and immediately called Adrian once I rounded the corner.

“Kamilah, it’s very early, the sun is about to come up and you’re just going to Ahmanet Financial?”

“Yes but that is not why I called you. You remember Anat?”

“I do.”

“I ran into a woman who looked like her today.”

“That may just be a coincidence Kamilah..”

“Adrian, this woman - she looks just like Anat. I mean she even had the same mole on her collarbone. It was as if she had been brought back from the dead.”

“Kamilah, have you ever heard the legend of the bloodkeeper?”

“Yes, but Anat wasn’t-”

“She was.”

“She never told me that.”

“They’re never supposed to, it’s some sort of lineage thing. If they reveal that lineage it could become threatened…”

“Then that woman is in more danger than she knows…”

“You don’t know she doesn’t know.”

“Adrian I just get this feeling she doesn’t know.”

“You don’t know that and by revealing it to her you could spook her and that would cause problems…”

“Adrian, I’ve been having those dreams…if she’s a bloodkeeper then these dreams mean something…”

“Kamilah…you can’t just go around exposing our darkest, more sacred vampiric secrets to anyone you suspect is a bloodkeeper.”

“What if I could get her to sync with Jameson?”

“That would take an awful lot of convincing…and if she did and isn’t a bloodkeeper…”

“Then Jameson will wipe her memory and all will be resolved-”

I hung up the phone, what I was about to do was stupid, reckless and something Adrian was more likely to do - but I had to know and I was going to find out one way or another.

—--------------------------------- Amy’s POV ------------------------------------------

6:30 am.

“Shit, here we go I guess…” I flipped the ‘open’ sign to the outside and simply waited on my phone for whoever was brave enough to be the first customer.

“Excuse me?”

Fuck here we go. I hope it’s not some- oh. Why is she here? I guess she was awake pretty early too…whatever it’s just a coincidence.

“Hi, what can I get started for you today?”

“A black coffee.”

“One black coffee. Anything else?”

“Blood.”

I immediately glanced up and that’s when I saw it - her eyes. Her brown eyes turned red, and it was terrifying. There was no way I just heard someone order blood from a cafe at 6:30 in the morning and there was no way this woman’s eyes were red. I was just seeing things…right?

“I’m sorry, I must have not heard you correctly? And I must be seeing things…please give me a moment…”

I shook my head and composed myself as quickly as I could - but when I looked back up at her - the red eyes were gone and she looked just as confused as I did.

“I apologize, I’ll get that black coffee started for you.”

I had to stop myself from sprinting to the back and calling the police, or an ambulance, or both. I took a minute to breathe - there was a logical explanation for this and that explanation was sleep deprivation. Yes, it was the lack of sleep and only that - mythical creatures aren’t real. I brewed her black coffee and made my way back to the counter where she perched herself on a stool.

“Here’s that black coffee. Have a good day.” I smiled and returned to my phone - trying to ignore the feeling that she was staring right at me. After a minute I heard the stool shift, and just like that she was gone - thank god.

“That was weird…” I mumbled.

“That’s not the half of it…”

I jumped out of my chair and turned around so fast I nearly fell. She hadn’t left the store - which made sense since I didn’t hear the ding of the bell but I had just assumed it was because I zoned out. She leaned over me, slowly backing me into the backroom of the cafe. My heart pounded, my hands grew sweaty and I was mentally preparing to fight for my life.

“I’m not going to hurt you - I just need you to come with me…” Her eyes were soft and her voice comforting - but in N.Y none of that can be trusted.

“Oh yeah, just leave my job with some random stranger who has scared me half to death twice in a fucking day. How stupid do you think I am? I don’t know what shit you’re trying to pull but it won’t work!”

I did my best to speak firmly but it was obvious that I was terrified. My body was trembling and I could feel the tears building in my eyes as she backed me into the wall, her body pressed against mine and her face inches from mine.

“Amy…”

“What? How do you know my name? Who the fuck are you?”

“Please, I’m not going to hurt you - I can’t explain it here but I need you to come with me…”

“No…no I won’t!”

I mustered all my strength and pushed her away and made a run for the door. I didn’t care about my bag or the store - Evan would understand why I left it. All I cared about was sprinting as far away from the cafe - and her - as fast as my legs could carry me.

My head raced as my legs began to feel like jelly.

Who was she? How did she know my name? Was she the person I heard screaming? Why did she say those things?

I started to feel dizzy, but I didn’t care - I was still terrified and I would run until I passed out or made it back home.

I didn’t make it home.

#kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #kamilah the bloodqueen post #god it's been ages...#anyways so this is also trash and i dont know what i am doing #i spent 20 minutes on this bc i got a burst of creativity so no i didnt proof read and no i do not care #i go to sleep now thank you

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