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The Last Attuners Book One Chapter Two

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She awoke two hours before dawn, the subtle gray of twilight seeping in through her window, soaking her room in liquid silver. She wrapped her blankets tighter around her shoulders, shuddering as a breeze wove itself through her open window. She didn't want to be awake. It was too early, but if she didn't get up now, she wouldn't get the chance to eat until later tonight once the sun sets. Groaning, she rolled out of bed and began to ready herself for the day ahead.

Once she was fully dressed, she made her way to the kitchen. She ate in silence, taking note of her surroundings. The kitchen was busier than what she would have expected it to be at this hour. But then again, she guessed almost every acolyte would be fasting and participating in the trials. At least, at first. She wondered how many of them would continue the trials once they found out what they were. Would she even want to continue? She wanted to be an Attuner. She knew that. But what if she couldn't make it through the trials? The fast wasn't the hard part. She's fasted for rituals before, but what about the rest of the trials? What would they entail? She supposed she would find out soon enough, but it was still nerve-wracking. She had to become an Attuner; she just had to hope she had what it took.

She ate her breakfast in silence, not bothering to talk to any of the other acolytes. She didn’t see anyone she felt comfortable enough to talk to and despite how long she'd spent at the temple, she didn't have many friends here. She had tried to make friends, but for some reason she couldn't make anything last past the initial meeting.

Once she had finished her food, she made her way to the courtyard. The sun hadn't quite risen yet, but it would soon. Already, she could see the hints of amber in the sky through the windows. As she entered the courtyard, she was met by another crowd. It was smaller than the one from last night, but it was still fairly large. It seemed most of the older acolytes were there. She examined the faces around her. A few looked tired, but most were wide awake, some strange mix of nervousness and excitement surrounding her.

Aaliyah was waiting by the pomegranate tree, her graying hair pulled back in a loose braid. She looked almost regal standing there, her loose robes billowing softly in the early morning breeze. Berenike made her way to the front of the crowd. She wanted to be as close as possible to the Attuner, not that she was afraid of missing any information. She was hoping to show her eagerness, her determination.

The crowd waited in hushed anticipation, no one daring to speak before the Attuner. They waited in that manner until the golden rays of the sun began to peak above the horizon. Then, Aaliyah clasped her hands together, drawing everyone's attention. Berenike's breath caught in her throat. They were about to begin.

“Acolytes, today marks the official start of the Trial of the Attuners,” Aaliyah said. “All of you are here because you think you can pass the trials; you think you have what it takes to become an Attuner.” She paused; her eyes locked momentarily with Berenike's before continuing. “The trials will challenge both your mind and body. Your first task will be a sparring match between you and your peers this afternoon when the sun is at its peak.” The Attuner waited as shocked whispers began to fill the courtyard. Even Berenike recoiled a bit. As future priestesses of Kamilah, they were sworn against violence. They were supposed to be protectors of life. They weren't soldiers. “Sometimes,” Aaliyah continued. “Oaths need to be broken. The Attuners are tasked with protecting the people of Alawn and sometimes that means getting your hands dirty. If that is a problem for any of you, you may leave.”

Berenike watched as the crowd dwindled down to half its size, the acolytes leaving with harsh whispers and criticisms. She caught snippets of them: people saying that they would never break the Oath of Life; how could a former member of their temple expect this of them? Berenike wasn't sure how she felt about it herself. She believed in the Oath of Life, that everything that possessed a soul was sacred: the rocks, the trees, every animal, and even the worst humans. But on the other hand, she needed this. She could sort her feelings out later, if she ever had to fight for real. But Aaliyah said they were just sparring. She would not be breaking her oath by participating in the trials. Whether or not she broke in the future would have to be left up to fate, and her performance in the trials.

“The trials will last three days,” Aaliyah said. “You may drop out at any time.” She eyed the crowd, her gaze scanning sharply across the young faces before her. “Meet back here at four o’clock for the first event.”

The crowd began to disperse, excited whispers quickly rising to fill the air. Berenike was about to leave with the crowd when Aaliyah stopped her.

“Walk with me,” the Attuner said. Berenike followed Aaliyah out of the courtyard and down the temple hallways. She was surprised the Attuner would even pay her that much attention. They had only met yesterday, but Berenike remembered what Aaliyah had said when they first met. How much had Dhia told her?

They walked in silence for a while, the Attuner pausing to look at the art that lined the halls. “I'm glad to see that you are participating in the trials. I was worried that due to your dedication, the first event would have scared you off.” They had stopped before one of the many tapestries, this one depicting the construction of the temple and the planting of the pomegranate tree.

“I don't think sparring is quite enough to break the Oath of Life,” Berenike said.

“Indeed, but as I've said, there may come a time when you have to break that oath.”

Berenike paused, examining the colorful threads of the tapestry. “Have you had the break the oath?”

“No, but Attuners in the past have. Most with good reason. Remember, the first Attuners rose to power during the Great War. They were generals tasked with uniting six warring kingdoms. Bloodshed was inevitable.”

They continued to look at the tapestry in silence and Berenike pondered Aaliyah's words. She guessed she never really thought of the Attuner's role in the Great War much past them stopping it. She never considered how many people they must have killed before peace could be had and Alawn was formed.

“Tell me,” Aaliyah said. “How familiar are you with the origins of the pomegranate tree in the courtyard.”

“It was a gift from the Shadow-Wielders,” she answered. “It was supposed to be a peace offering and a symbol of friendship after the Great War, and an apology for the destruction of the first temple. They were trying to mirror the myth where their god, Blagden, gave the first pomegranate to Kamilah as a sign of his love for her.”

“Good.” Aaliyah nodded. “That tree is one of the many ways that Kamilah communicates with the Attuners. When the goddess is upset, the tree grows sick, and when she is content, it thrives.”

Berenike thought back to last night when she had wondered about the state of the tree at the time of her mother's death. Had it been wilted and sick. She supposed she could ask right now, but did she really want to know that answer? It might have just been easier to pretend that she didn't care, that her father had abandoned her for good reason. She let the opportunity pass and they kept walking.

“I think what you did yesterday was admirable,” Aaliyah said after a few more moments of silence.

“I'm sorry?”

“Dhia told me that she had you perform the blessing. I'm aware of your situation and I know for a fact others would have handled that with far less grace.”

She wanted to say that it was nothing, but it had been incredibly difficult. She still didn't understand why Dhia had asked her to do that in the first place. “It was... challenging,” she said. “To be honest, I'm not sure why I was asked to do it.”

“Dhia thinks very highly of you. She writes about you a lot and your dedication to the temple. I think it is possible that she just wanted to see what would happen.”

“You mean she was testing me?” Berenike asked almost pointedly. “What for?”

“I think you'll just have to wait and see.”

Four o’clock eventually rolled around and Berenike was standing back in the courtyard. The sun was unbearable, and she had an awful headache. She knew her body would adjust to the fast by tomorrow and she had to remind herself that it was only for three days, but still. She was hungry and hot, and she wished desperately that she could curl up in the library where it was nice and cool and just have something to eat.

The other acolytes waited impatiently around her, and even she was a bit on edge. She realized a little too late that she had no clue how to fight. Granted, neither did anyone else, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was at a disadvantage. This was going to be messy and, between their lack of experience, the heat, and the fast, borderline dangerous. Despite the nervous energy, no one spoke.

Aaliyah made her way to the front of the crowd and all eyes were immediately on her. “Here's how this is going to work: you will be paired off into groups and that will be who you will fight. You will go one at a time and only the victors will be allowed to move on to the next part of the trials,” Aaliyah said. “Now, find yourself a partner.”

No one moved. The crowd eyed each other suspiciously, everyone too nervous to make the first move. Eventually people began to move around, looking for friends to partner with. Berenike stood awkwardly, not sure where to turn or who to talk to. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around quickly, nearly jumping.

It was one of the older acolytes, about her own age, whom Berenike didn't know. “Do you want to be partners?” The acolyte asked.

“Sure.” She nodded. The two of them stood together, waiting for everyone else to partner up.

“Who wants to go first?” Aaliyah asked the crowd. For a moment, no one moved, then one group stepped forward. “Excellent!” Aaliyah clasped her hands together. “The only rule is no magic. Once someone taps out, the match is over. Understood?”

Berenike watched as the two girls circled each other for a moment, then they were at each other's throats, almost literally. It was fast. The larger of the two girls quickly grabbed the other, twisting her arm behind her back. The girl exclaimed in pain, but Aaliyah made no move to stop it from happening. Berenike winced. This was going to be brutal. The girls grappled for a while longer but eventually the smaller girl tapped out after being pinned to the ground.

There was some cheering, but most of the crowd remained silent. Several girls walked out of the courtyard and didn't return. Groups continued to go in this manner, and Aaliyah stayed silent. She just stood there watching the acolytes grapple with each other. It put Berenike on edge. She glanced over to her partner whose face had gone pale despite the heat.

“We're going next,” Berenike said. She had decided that she was going to get this over with. And she was going to come out on top. She had to. She had been watching the losers closely so she wouldn't make the same mistakes as them. As long as she kept her feet under her it seemed like she would be fine.

The other acolyte nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Let's get this over with.”

They moved into position once the previous group had cleared the space and Berenike sized up her opponent the best she could. She looked almost sick, and she couldn't tell whether it was from the heat or nerves but either way, that could work in Berenike's favor.

She approached her opponent cautiously and the girl backed up. Okay. It was nerves then. Berenike moved as fast as she could to grab the girl by the lapels of her robe. The girl grabbed her back and they spent several moments feeling each other's movements until Berenike hooked her foot behind the girl's ankle and swept her leg. She followed her to the ground, putting as much of her weight onto her as possible. The girl rolled beneath her and managed to snake her arm up to the side of Berenike's head. She felt the girl's fingers dig into her braid and try to pull. Berenike grabbed the girl's hair back and pulled. Hard. Not enough to rip anything out, but enough to hurt. The girl made a pained sound beneath her but suddenly Berenike was on her back, the wind knocked out of her. She wheezed as she tried to get her feet back under her, but to no avail. She kept struggling, refusing to tap out. Her opponent had her arm across her chest, holding Berenike's wrists down. Without her hands, Berenike did the only thing she could think of. She sat up as much as she could and bit the other girl's arm until she tasted blood. The other girl recoiled and Berenike let go as soon as she felt her arms were free. Then, pushed the girl back, grabbing her hair again and pushed her into the ground as hard as she could. She held her there until she heard the other girl smack the ground. And then she let go.

It was over. And she had won.

She stood, helping the other girl to her feet. They both apologized to each other before moving to opposite sides of the courtyard. Berenike watched as the final groups went. Once everyone had gone, Aaliyah held the victors back.

“Tomorrow you will meet back here at the same time. For now, go get some rest and drink some water.”

Once Berenike had bathed, she sought out Dhia. She needed to find out why she had been asked to perform the blessing. It was eating her alive. Had it really been a test like Aaliyah said? And if so, what had it been for? She found the High Priestess in the infirmary gathering a basket of supplies.

“Do you need any help?” Berenike asked.

“Oh, sure,” Dhia said. “I was just about to head out and see if anyone in Dhahabi needed healing. You're welcome to come with.”

Berenike grabbed a basket of her own supplies and followed Dhia out of the temple. The heat was starting to die down now that the sun was beginning to set in the sky. The city streets were still bustling, people choosing to come out of their homes now that the hottest part of the day was over. They set up in the city square, sitting on a bench by the water. It was much cooler in this part of the oasis than it was in the temple courtyard, and after having been outside all afternoon, Berenike was thankful.

Not many people were injured or sick, but a few people came over asking for blessings, which they gave. It was harder than it normally was, her energy exhausted from this afternoon, making it harder than usual to summon her magic. They worked until the sun had completely set and the city became lit by oil-less streetlamps.

As they walked the dim streets back to the temple, Berenike mustered up the courage to ask what she needed to. “Why did you have me perform the blessing yesterday? I'm not a priestess yet.”

Dhia seemed a bit surprised by the question, like she wasn't expecting it. “I thought it was something you were ready to do,” Dhia answered after a while. “Was I wrong?”

“No, but—” she couldn't finish the sentence. She didn't want to let Dhia know how upset she was, how much it had bothered her.

“You're a very talented young lady, and one day I won't be here anymore. I need a successor who is able to keep a level head and do what is expected of them.”

Berenike paused. Was Dhia saying what she thought she was saying? “You want me to become High Priestess after you?” The question hung in the air and Berenike watched her Dhia closely, waiting for an answer.

“I would like that, yes, but I understand that you are undergoing the trials. If for whatever reason, that doesn't work out, I would like to start a formal apprenticeship with you.”

Berenike didn't know what to say. This was one of the highest honors she could hope to achieve as an acolyte. It was everything she had wanted before passing the trials became a possibility, or almost everything. It was power, respect. It would put her on equal footing with her father and sister. In some instances, it would even put her above them.

“I'm honored,” she said. “If I don't clear the trials, I would love to be your apprentice.”

Dhia nodded and they continued their walk in content silence. She had options now. She could continue with the trials and clear them or stay here, as Dhia's apprentice. There was no guarantee she would even be chosen to become an Attuner. Becoming Dhia's apprentice was something she could be sure of. It was safe. But becoming an Attuner would give her the most power, the most authority and renown. It was the perfect way to get back at her father. She had a lot to think about, but for now, the best option would be to just go through with the trials and see what happened. Either way, she was this much closer to getting back what was stolen from her.

They returned to the temple and Berenike quickly made her way to the kitchen to get something to eat. She was starving. She decided to take her food back to her room with her. She found herself walking behind a group of priestesses deep in conversation.

“I wonder if they know the trials are rigged,” one of them said. Berenike tried her best not to balk. “They say the Attuner usually already knows who their apprentice will be before the trials start.”

“It's a wonder the trials still exist,” another said. “It seems tradition is more important than transparency.”

Berenike felt her stomach drop. Did this mean she didn't have a chance after all? She slowed her pace so that she was out of earshot of the priestesses. Did Dhia know who Aaliyah was going to pick? Is that why she asked her to be her apprentice tonight? Because she knew it wasn't going to be her? She kept her slow pace all the way back to her room pondering her next move. If the trials were just for show, what was she even doing? What hope was there for her becoming an Attuner? Being High Priestess wasn't enough. She had sworn that she would become an Attuner and now the chances of that coming true were disappearing faster than sand falling through her fingers. She sat on the edge of her bed, feeling her world imploding around her. She hadn't felt this small since her father had dragged her to the temple all those years ago. What was she going to do?

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wildsayeed · 4 years

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the fact that when i first played bloodbound i had to take a picture of the names and ask the clerk to repeat like 3 times so i didn’t hand the wrong gift to each guest but now that i’m replaying i don’t think i could ever get those wrong jdkskdkfl

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iamredsworld · 4 years

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Why can't he be a real person ? He's so perfect 😩💕

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mynotsohealthyobsession · 2 years

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The three snowfalls

My contribution to 12 days of Fictmas! Always is a pleasure to participate! I hope everyone enjoys it!

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC

Warning: A bit of angst and mention of death but it’s mostly super fluff!

Prompt: Snow

Words: 1.821

**Tags in the reblog**

When Amy realized she was a vampire a year ago, she started to think about all the new things that awaited her. She had been excited about the super strength and speed, to share every new experience with Adrian and her friends. To experiment every single minute of it. But one of the things that she was most enthusiastic about was the Dark Solstice. She wanted to participate in it without any freak Santa trying to kill them and as a vampire and not just a spectator. But she never had expected that, when the day finally arrived, she would be looking at the obelisk with a heavy sensation inside.

She could hear the respectfully low music in the background, mixing up with the people's voices. The smell of the different drinks and food was delicious and inviting. She heard a few people get closer to greet them. But she didn't care. The only thing she was capable of feeling, other than the sorrow that filled her heart, was the sweet touch of Adrian, holding her near to him. She sobbed a little, leaning her head to his shoulder, hugging him as his hand caressed her cheek. Her eyes kept looking at the name carved in front of her in that handwriting she knew so well. She extended her fingers towards it, following the shape of the engraving 'Lily Spencer' under her fingertips, remembering that day. Amy took a deep and a bit flathered breath, drying the trace of tears.

"Are you okay, Amy?" His voice was a husky low whisper on her side, leaving a sweet kiss on her temple afterwards.

"I will be. It's just..." With effort, she tore her gaze away, looking at him and not the obelisk for the first time in what felt like hours. "I miss her so much."

"I know you do, my love."

"Do you think… I mean... Will this feeling disappear someday?" She hesitated before talking again. "Will it stop hurting or at least do you get used to it? I..." Adrian observed her, letting her order her thoughts and finished the sentence. "I don't want to forget her. I will never forget her. But this anguish it's too hard to handle."

"It doesn't disappear. Not completely at least. With time, you'll get used to it but it will never completely go away." Adrian kissed her forehead and sighed, looping his arms around her frame tightly. "The pain will dim a bit but it will always be there."

"I hope you are right." She muttered.

"I promise I am." After a while, and when her hold around him loosened, Adrian took the engraving tools of his pocket, just like he had done a year ago for Lily and Jax. "Are you ready?"

"I think so." She took the tools.

"Take your time." Amy slipped her hand into his, intertwining their fingers together, walking around the obelisk, trying to find an empty space. She would have liked to engrave her name next to Lily's, but there was no space available for her. She noticed a free square a few inches above Adrian's and, releasing her hold on him and grabbing each tool in each hand, wrote carefully 'Amy Miller' into the smooth marble. She blew the thin dust and stood up, a small smile on her lips as Adrian's arm found her waist again. "Not bad."

"Well thank you." They heard the clink of a fork against a glass and turned to watch Kamilah, walking to the center of the room, ready to give her annual speech.

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The snow started to pile down on the window as they cozied up on the couch under Amy's favorite blanket with his computer in front of them.

"No."

"I think you are being stubborn, love."

"I'm absolutely not." She closed the video they had been watching. "I'm not going to spend our honeymoon in a cold place."

"If I remember correctly, you expressed your desire to see the northern lights."

"Well, yeah!" She narrowed her eyes in that mischievous way that he loved. "But not when I'm planning to exclusively wear lace and silk lingerie."

"I expect you will wear even less than that." He kissed behind her ear. "And you know I would never allow you to freeze." His lips, playfully and alluring, brushed her ear with his words.

"Tempting offer." She got seductively closer to his mouth, her lips only an inch from his, her gentle breathing brushing his skin. Amy turned away at the last second, smiling a bit devilishly. "But still no." Adrian shook his head, amused. "What do you think about this one?" Amy pointed to the photos of a white sand beach at night.

"Excellent choice." His fingertips moved on the touchpad, opening the hotel homepage. It was a three star boutique a few blocks away from the coast. "But we can do better than that." He immediately started a search for more exclusive accommodations.

"I forgot I was dealing with Mr. Moneybags."

"Are you complaining?" He lighthearted pinched her side, making her giggle.

"You know I'm not." She blissfully sighed, sinking deeper in his embrace.

"What do you think about this one?" He signed to the notebook with a move of his head. A beautiful huge white and gold hotel room was occupying the screen and Amy's jaw fell down, astound.

"It's… Incredible!"

"The room's view is directly to the beach and the hotel has a private beach for the guest."

"Adrian, it's gorgeous!" He smiled. He absolutely loved to make her happy. "Are you sure you want to spend so much?"

"Don't worry about that, love." She started to read all the amenities the room has, her eyes wined with each world and her factions full of wonder and excitement. “Do you truly like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it!” She moved the laptop to the coffee table beside them and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Amy.”

“I can’t believe how close the wedding is.” Her mouth, soft as the snowflakes falling outside, roamed to his jaw, kissing every inch of his skin on her way down.

“Sometimes it’s seems not close enough.” Adrian said, holding her hips under the cover, squeezing them when she nibbled that spot of his neck that she loved.

She smirked mischievously and he smiled back. “So I can be sure you won’t run away that day?”

He turned her, his hand taking one of her thighs and pulling it to his hips, claiming her lips to deeply and sensually kiss her. “If you think that’s a possibility, I’m not doing my job well.”

“A reminder is always nice.” She led her fingers through his hair. “And encouraged.”

“Good to know.” His mouth took hers, his palm roamed her leg and his body melted between her arms.

***

“Amy, love, it might not seem like that, but I believe Zuri doesn't need that much clothing.”

“It’s snowing outside! She might get cold!”

“I’m aware of that.” He gently took the eight month old baby from the changing table. “But a onesie, a t- shirt, a sweater, a jacket, pants, gloves, hat and scarf is more than enough.”

“You think it is too much?” She stopped and stood up, closing the drawer in which she was searching for another pair of socks. “Maybe I should take something off?” She bit down her bottom lip, concerned, studying their daughter in Adrian’s arms.

“For now, let’s leave everything on. If her temperature rises, we will uncover her.” Adrian kissed the tip of the tiny nose, a soft smile plastered on his face.

“Okay, perfect.” She rushed towards the cribe in where the diaper bag was open. “Diapers… Blanket… Pacifier… The extra onesie… Bottle…” She muttered checking the content of the bag. “Have you seen the purple dog plushie?”

“In our room.” He bounced Zuri on his hip making her joyfully giggle. “Are you ready for your first snow day, little angel?” Her bright green eyes, the only part completely visible under all the layers of fabric, blinked at him. “You are going to love it.” He lowered his voice to a muted tone, confidently talking to the baby. “If mom finally allows us to go outside.” The girl let out something similar to a giggle as her face broke down in a toothless smile.

“I heard that!” Amy said, annoyed, from the master bedroom.

“Apologies, my love.” Adrian smirked.

“Found it.” She triumphantly walked through the door with the stuffed dog, placing it safely in the bag. “I think we are ready?”

“We are.” They took their own coats, the baby stroller and the bag. After the short ride on the elevator and a quick friendly chat with Robert, the doorman, they stepped outside. Amy held Zuri tightly against her chest, frowning with worry. “Maybe she’s c--” But before she could finish the sentence, Zuri was stretching her arms and waving them around excitedly, trying to catch the snowflakes falling around her. She mumbled something that wasn't words quiet yet. “Oh my god, she loves it!” Adrian placed one hand on her waist and the other on the back of the baby, leaning close to them with a wistful smile lighting up his face even if the night was devouring their surroundings. “Are you okay, handsome?”

“I am. Just… Enjoying this quiet moment.” Zuri took one of his lower locks in her tiny gloved hand and pulled down. Since a couple days ago, that has become her new favorite game. Adrian flinched but didn’t move away, gently taking her fingers from his hair and holding her hand in his.

Amy sighed, snuggling against him. “I know what you mean.”

“Do you want to take the car?” They both looked at Zuri, who was leading her hand towards her mouth with a few flakes on it. Amy stopped her before she succeeded in her mission.

“No, let’s walk. Kamilah’s place is near and someone is enjoying herself.”

“Are you nervous?” Adrian asked, guiding with one hand the stroller and keeping the other around Amy.

“No. More like, curious.” She collected a bunch of snowflakes in her palm and presented them to Zuri, grinning when the small palm collided against her, babbling something understandable but excited. “I have no doubt that Jax will say yes but I can’t picture Kamilah’s reaction.”

“Knowing her, she will take the task with great care.”

“It’s kind of funny, right?” She said pensative. “ The whole ‘vampire godfather and godmother’ concept?”

“It definitely isn’t a very common idea. But nonetheless, a correct one.”

“Yeah.”

“Not that it would be needed.”

“I know.” Amy grinned at him as they turned to their left, walking to the apartment where the dinner had been planned and where Kamilah and Jax would have to answer a very important question regardless of the little person between their arms.

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samgtt700 · 3 years

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Castaway

Just an idea I’m toying with, let me know if you want me to write it! Kamilah and MC! This is only a snippet! After will of time of course, writing the finale. I will give you lot a great ending!

Alice could feel the sand below her, her lungs gasping for air. Waves crashing against rocks in the distance. Blood in her mouth, “agh.” She struggled to move. Her body aching in places she didn’t think it could. Remembering being on the yacht with everyone, celebrating their victory over Vega, the heavy amount of alcohol she consumed only made it worse. Her head throbbing, struggling to adjust to the bright light. The sun hovering high in the sky, the heat blazing over the sand.

“Shit.” Alice slowly rose to her feet. Cuts and bruises covering her arms and legs. Her hair filled with sand. Pushing her hair back with a grimace, her arms aching at the sudden movement. Her head heavy like a brick. She saw driftwood, parts of the yacht and random items washed up on the beach, not sure what to make of it but hoping she could find something to help her. She walked along the sand, searching through everything she could reach. Spotting one of Kamilah’s daggers, “Thank god.” Grateful to have something to protect herself on the mysterious island. Hearing animals in the distance, unsure what to expect and unsure where the others were. Knowing she would have to wait until night to find them. “One time I wish I wasn’t in the company of vampires.” She sighed. Sliding the dagger into her belt. She wouldn’t be running into anyone until nighttime. And even then, they were on an island of unknown size. It could take days for them to find each other.

Alice trudged up the sand, pushing into the thick jungle, ducking underneath branches. Taking it slow and keeping her eyes peeled. Feeling on edge, turning her head at every strange sound. The leaves rustling in the wind overhead.

She stepped over a fallen log, rubbing her head to relieve the headache she had. “God. I’m never drinking again if it ends like this.” A small chuckle leaving her. “Who the fuck am I even talking to?”

Alice giggling before tripping over, landing with a thud. She glanced down and saw her foot wrapped up in a vine, the pain shooting up her leg. “This has to be a bad dream.” She gritted her teeth before untangling her foot, laying back in pain, resting her head on a log. Believing she couldn’t have this much bad luck in a few short hours. She closed her eyes, exhaustion swallowing her.

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gaegalsyd · 3 years

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See Through Me

Pairing: KamilahxMC

Summary: basically it's chaotic Lily, with lovesick Kamilah, then clueless Amy

Note: Set between BB1 and BB2.... and I did say that I would write after I'm settled with my classes but this was in my drafts so I just finished it. (just another way of saying I'm still not settle with my classes)

It has been a few weeks after the events with Vega in the cabin of Adrian upstate, despite that, Kamilah is still feeling some darkness waiting to emerge and cause havoc to the peace that they have. Kamilah is in her private elevator towards her office in Ahmanet financial to check some files before meeting with Lily to continue with their training. Lily may have moved in the shadow den and is also training with the vampires there, but the two of them continued their training in the studio in the office building of Kamilah. She may have grown a little fond of the fool but of course there are no hesitance in making sure that Lily becomes a strong vampire and she have made it her responsibility to look over her protégé.

And when she came out of the elevator, she sensed someone in her office, and the fact that it’s already late at night and all of her assistants and employees have already left the building she immediately withdrew her daggers to kill anyone whoever came into her office. Being as old as she is, she learned long ago that she should be ready with anything that can happen, which means she never go anywhere without her deadly jeweled dagger. When she got closer to the door with her fighting stance, she realized that it’s a vampire who is in her office but after hearing some weird noises-which is apparently a laugh- she knew that it’s Lily.

“What the hell are you doing in my office when you are supposed to be in the training studio?” she questioned with her daggers still on her hands.

Lily simply snorted without removing her eyes on her computer “Dude, the security of your computer is so shitty that a baby can get in here any moment.”

The older vampire knew that there’s no point talking to Lily when she’s transfixed in a computer. So, she just kept her blades and crossed her arms. “I assume you already modified some of the security settings” she said in an unimpressed tone.

“you’re welcome” after she finally looked at her and then the fool stood up and gave her a dramatic bow. But Lily immediately realized that she is not happy.

It’s not that she is not grateful with what Lily did but she is still in the process of trusting other people than Adrian. And after thousands of years of experiencing betrayal from different people, it’s just hard for her to just open up. Yes, she has gotten closer and got herself to trust the mortal best friend of Lily, Amy but that’s different for her. And she now considers Lily and Jax her friends though she would not say that out loud, that does not excuse what Lily did going through her computer.

“shit shit, I’m sorry Kamilah” Lily pleaded her “I swear I came here early and you were not in your office and when I sat in your chair, I saw the software and I…” the younger slumped and must have really felt sorry for her actions.

The older vampire just sighed and started walking to the door but before she opened it, she looked back to Lily “I’m expecting you to be in the studio in 5 minutes” she said with a devilish smirk on her face.

“damn, I’m getting my ass kicked so bad”

Once both of them are in their training outfit, they did separate warmups before having a hand to hand combat. Kamilah is not the kind of teacher that the students will love, instead she is strict but patient when it comes to training her proteges.

“You know, I’m actually torn if you should be master Shifu or Tigress” Lily said before they have their fighting stance. “I asked my gal Amy about that earlier and she said you’re definitely Tigress” Lily continued.

Kamilah did not know and did not care in whatever Lily was talking about but when she heard the name of her mortal, her interest has been piqued, however it was covered by her stoic façade. “I don’t know what that is, and your right leg is positioned wrong”

Lily did not respond or make any more comments throughout the training. And Kamilah felt a relief without those silly comments that the young vampire always has, perhaps she still feels guilty about what happened in her office. At the end of their training, Lily was lying on the floor with her arms and legs spread out and her eyes wide open.

“What the hell happened to you?” Kamilah asked but in her mind, she thought that younger vampires are so bloody dramatic. “you kicked me to a wall so many times I lost track, and I can’t even complain because this is like your revenge” Lily replied while trying to sit “and my girl is right you definitely are Tigress” she added. Kamilah would not have cared why she is being told to be like a female tiger though she remembered that Lily mentioned something about her mortal saying she is a tigress, she cannot bring herself to ask Lily about the thoughts of Amy.

To say that she wishes to know the thoughts of the mortal is an understatement, there are many questions in her mind about Amy. Does she think of the old vampire as often as she thinks of her? does she also feel like the world around them vanishes when it’s just the two of them in a room? does she know that the thought of her brings Kamilah to peace and comfort?

“Will you kill me if I ask if we can take a selfie together?” Lily asked while gathering her things.

“A what?” Kamilah knows that languages are dynamic but this woman with her is a chaotic dumbass that sometimes she wonders if she is just making up words.

“A picture together, Imma send it to Amy later” Lily said nonchalantly while taking out her phone.

She just huffed and nodded but if it was somebody else that asked her, she would’ve stabbed them already. She simply isn’t interested in taking pictures but the back of her mind tells her that she’s doing it because she wishes that her Amy would see her even in just a picture. Kamilah may not admit it but she knows that after a few weeks of knowing and spending time with Amy, she’s already acting like a lovesick fool as if her day will not be complete without the girl being a part of it. Even as small as hearing her name, seeing her across the conference table, smelling her scent, and feeling her presence is enough to make lighten up her mood.

Lily moved closer to her and took the goddamn picture. “alright and sent!” Lily said in a very enthusiastic way. “Why are you so energetic” Kamilah sighed and she really did not know how Lily gets this energy. “I think I am energetic too especially for someone who got her ass kicked a lot of times” the young vampire murmured while preparing to go out of the building “Adios Sayeed! Fuck you very much for the body pain” Lily as she walked away and the fool had the audacity to raise her middle finger at her and then running away like a scared child after she glared at her.

She made her way to her private suite within the building to freshen up as she plans to visit her mortal. Even though she is certain that Amy is not yet sleeping- she may have memorized the schedule of the girl- she sent her a message, to inform the young woman of her visit.

“The company is very welcome” Amy replied with an “emoji” that she still refuses to use and a series of hearts.

On the way to the young mortal’s apartment, the mind of the vampire was just around how she misses her and how she wants to hold her forever. Love, crossed her mind many times whenever these kinds of thoughts invade her mind and infect her heart. And her mind says that she is not yet ready for such attachments, but her heart says otherwise, the stupid thing on her chest just knows that Amy is the one that she has been unconsciously looking for. Like being blind for two thousand years and finally seeing such beautiful colors for the first time, all this time she was blindly looking for something and when her heart found it, her too smart brain just won’t allow it.

And when she reached and entered the apartment, warmth filled her body and her eyes felt moist as if tears are ready to come down her face, that will go through her lips as it formed an endearing smile reserved for the woman smiling back at her. Amy stood up to welcome her with a light embrace and she knew, she’s home, and that her mind has surrendered to her heart completely and irrevocably.

“Sorry for the late visit” she said sheepishly while sitting down in the living room which was quickly responded by Amy with a smile “I did say that the company is welcome” that eased her, something about this woman just comforts her. “How’s training with Lil?” the girl asked while taking her right arm to loop it around her body. She recalled and told her the events that happened a few hours ago that made the girl in her arms giggle.

“She did send me the selfie” Amy said.

So, it really was a word and not a thing that Lily just randomly came up with she thought “I’m certain I don’t need to ask to know if I look presentable in the picture” She said too confidently when the truth is, she just wants to hear the girl say something about her. Apparently falling in love is making her greedy of attention.

“Why does that sound like you just want me to say that you are absolutely gorgeous especially when it’s after being a badass” the young girl said while laughing which made the older woman raise her brows, then she added “but kidding aside, you always look amazing”

Kamilah hid the giddiness she felt on her body by kissing the crown of the younger woman’s head “I suppose that’s just how it is” which made Amy laugh again who stood up and took her hand then lead her to the room “You need sleep, you’re getting way ahead of yourself” and now it’s the vampire’s turn to laugh but she just followed her to the room where they settled. This was not the first time that she will be sleeping over so she already knew which clothes she can borrow and which side she would sleep in. Moments like this are treasured for Kamilah because they are able to build a foundation for their relationship, or whatever this is, with connection and not just sex. She loves the part where they act on their desires and lusts, but the nights where they just lay in bed and talk are something she really adore. To understand and be understood is something her soul has been longing for.

And as they lay together, holding each other close, she thought of all the times where she fell in love to someone, and how it was all nothing compared to what she is feeling for the woman beside her. “Thank you” Kamilah whispered randomly, which Amy still responded sleepily to “you’re welcome to stay here any time”

Little did the mortal know that she is so grateful for her bringing light to the ancient vampire’s life, for looking at her and not seeing a monster, for letting her experience all the best feelings she never thought she would feel, and for making her try to be a person worthy of her love.

It has only been weeks, and she is already in too deep.

Only been weeks, and she already swear to protect Amy with her life.

She’s been existing for two thousand years, but it has only been weeks since she has truly lived.

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silma-words · 3 years

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39 for Adrian x mc. Thank you

N/A: Apologies for taking so long to answer this ask, Anon! I had started it ages ago but wanted to dwell on A&MC's relationship 'pre-break-up' in more detail before getting back to the angsty stuff. I really did love that prompt, so thank you again for the ask, Anon, and I hope you will enjoy this! :)

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Choices: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Ellie)

Rating: General / Warning: None

Genre: Angst

AU Chronology: Bloodbound AU (after book 1 – the events of book 2 never happened) – ‘Inevitable - Arc II: About time’ (Masterlist) - Sequel to "The right thing to do" (Arc II)

Summary: Ellie is gone, and she might be gone for good very soon. And that thought is harder on Adrian than he had ever anticipated.

Inspired by prompt #39 from Prompt List #1 : “Please come home, I miss you”

Words: 2300

**Disclaimer: Characters and background plot are the property of Pixelberry.**

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Seventy-two

It had been 72 days since he last saw her. 72 nights since he had had the chance to hear her voice or smell her perfume hanging around his office. 72 too many days and nights. Not enough to have made peace with it. Not enough to have forgiven himself. Not enough to have shred the lingering doubt that he had made a mistake. And the reaction – as chocked, cold, and angry as Ellie’s – of Lily, Kamilah and Jax when they had found out did not help with that at all.

But at least during those 72 nights and days, he had found reassurance in knowing that she was around somewhere in New York, secretly clinging to the hope that he might run into her at some point, or catch a glimpse of her auburn hair at a corner of a street. She had avoided him thoroughly though, and him likewise, to be honest, knowing that it would likely make everything worse.

She had never returned to the office, simply going through HR to submit her resignation officially. She had not requested any recommendation letter from Raines corp., nor contacted the business partner he had referred her to. She had kept under his radar as best as she could, although he always managed to get fragments of information about how she was doing from Lily, albeit involuntarily. And that was through her that he had found out: Ellie was planning to leave. Not only New York, but leaving the country altogether. She had applied for several junior executive assistant positions and internships in Europe, asking Kamilah for references to avoid having to ask anything of him.

Until that point he had managed to put a brave face on and bury himself into work to avoid rehashing the past. But somehow, knowing that Ellie was about to go, and that she did not want him to know about it, widened that painful hole in his chest that did not seemed to want to stitch itself up, despite his efforts over the past 72 nights and days.

Knowing that she could board a plane and leave NY behind at any minute was slowly threatening to drive him mad.

He could not sleep. Nor concentrate at work. Attempting to feed somehow made everything worse, as if any blood that was not hers would only act as a poison to his system. He was not sure anymore whether it was hurt, longing or guilt that was making every breath burn in his lungs, although the hatred he could see so clearly in his own eyes when he stared at himself in the mirror was a constant reminder that he had brought this onto himself. And onto her. As well as onto their friends.

His rash decision and obsession for ‘doing the right thing’ had forced Ellie’s hand and had deprived her of the freedom of choosing her path for herself. Her freedom to keep on building over the foundations of the life that she had started when she had left her hometown to conquer New York. Her freedom to continue nurturing the friendships she had gained when she had stormed into his life and had effortlessly earned her place within his world. He had failed to realise that his decision would force her to slowly walk away from all of this. He could see it clearly now, and he knew he should have realised this sooner.

He knew her well enough to know that she would not want to stand by while he had pushed her out the door. He had known when making his decision that she would be hurt and would likely stay away. And he would be lying to himself if he did not admit that he had hoped she would, to make it easier for him to stay away from her. He realised now how wrong he had been. And how badly he needed her to know this.

He needed to apologise. He needed her to see the guilt in his eyes and the longing in his bones. He needed to make it right. And he could not let these 72 nights and days without seeing her extend to 73.

Fidgeting around his penthouse while waiting for the sun to set, Adrian could not bring himself to do more than ruminate over everything he had ever said to her, and everything he should have said but never did, trying to carefully choose the words he would finally voice out loud when he would get to her. But his mind was restless, and the guilt and doubts were gnawing at his guts.

This torment had to stop. It was too much. And it was pointless. He would always be drawn back to her as long as there would still be hope to make it right. It was inevitable.

He would just lay it all out – his regrets, his doubts, his fears, and his heart -, and would let her crush it all under her heel if she wanted to. He owed her that much.

The minute the skyline was clear of any sunray, he barged out and headed straight towards Lily’s and Ellie’s. By the time he has reached their building, he knew even before knocking on the door that no one was home, the deafening silence of the apartment, devoid of any heartbeat, hitting him as soon as he had stepped onto their floor.

He pondered for a moment going to the Shadow Den where he knew Lily was now staying more often than not, thinking that Ellie might have gone along with her. But he could not bring himself to leave the building. Her scent was all around, seeping through the door like smoke from a fire creeping through his nostrils to invade his lungs. His hand laid flat against the wood, he leaned in so that his forehead could rest beside it, closing his eyes to focus on the comforting smell, hoping that he could somehow be able to also taste it in the air. The familiarity of this place and of her lingering fragrance were both soothing and maddening, the absence of her comforting heartbeat pushing onto his shoulders as if the ceiling of the empty corridor was slowly descending onto him to push him to his knees.

Letting his legs give in under the imaginary pressure, he let his body slide slowly against the door until his body had reached the ground, resting his back against the wood and bending his knees so that he could brace his arms around them, ready to wait for her as long as necessary. He had wasted 72 days and 72 nights when he could have made things right and perhaps avoid most all of this suffering. He could wait 72 more on this floor if he had to.

After a couple of hours that seemed to have lasted an eternity, Adrian was not sure anymore whether the familiar heartbeat that was chiming in his head was real or was the product of his anxious brain. He had been convinced he had heard it a dozen times earlier, but had quickly realised that his anticipation had been playing tricks on his mind. This time, he was not ready to gaze around and realise he had been wrong once more. He even ignored the sound of footsteps echoing around the corridor, convinced it was another one of her neighbours that would freak out at the sight of him crouched on the floor like the desperate fool that he was.

But when the footsteps suddenly stopped on the floor, he instantly recognised the muffled sound of her voice as she gasped in surprise, making him jump as his senses immediately tuned in to capture her presence.

The sight of her made his stomach clench, relief rushing through him in a wave, followed almost instantly by doubt and worry as he could read the shock in her eyes and in the way her body had stopped dead in her tracks, stiff and unwilling to move any further. Her heartbeat was racketing in his ears, and he could see her throat tighten as she seemed to gulp with difficulty.

“Adrian? What...”, she finally managed to mutter, her voice rasped as if she had not had a drop of water in days.

“Ellie, I...” he quickly started, doing his best to collect himself and raise himself back onto his feet, but unsure anymore what he should say now that she was finally standing in front of him.

They stared at each other across the corridor for a minute that seemed to stretch beyond days, the air nearly electric between them, threatening to catch ablaze if one of them dared to breach the stillness that seemed to have trapped both of them in an invisible net.

He heard her breath catch in her throat before her sweet voice finally broke the silence, somehow both cold and gentle: “What are you doing here, Adrian? Did anything happen?”.

He shook his head, struck by the genuine concern in her voice.

“No, I just...” the words were caught in his throat, in his chest and in his head, all bumping against each other before he could brace himself and find the strength to concentrate and voice the words that had been fogging his brain for days: “I heard that you were leaving New York... leaving the country... and I… I couldn’t let you go like this”.

Adrian felt his stomach sink with a thud at her reaction. Not that he had expected any reaction in particular, but he surely was not ready to see her shake her head with a chuckle, with something that could nearly pass as contempt flashing briefly in her eyes.

Her voice was strangely flat and composed when she simply retorted: “I though that was what you wanted?”.

Adrian shook his head, taking a few stumbling steps towards her. “Yes but… Ellie I… I never meant…”

“Adrian, don’t!”, she briskly interrupted, sighing loudly and suddenly starting to rummage rapidly through her bag to search for her keys. She was avoiding his eyes, and was making it clear that she did not want to hear anything else from him.

“I don’t have time for this right now”, she added, walking quickly passed him to reach for her door, her keys slightly shaking in her hands.

Adrian had barely had the time to step aside to let her through, torn between the will to let her be - as she was making clear she wanted him to -, and the aching need in the pit of his stomach to tell her everything he had come there to say. Once she unlocked the door, she quickly rushed inside without glancing back to him, obviously eager to get away from a conversation that she did not want to have with him. And how could he blame her?

It took all of his might not to stop her from closing the door on him, and not to reach out to touch her, cup her face in his hands, and press his words of apologies onto the soft silk of her skin. He would have dropped to his knees and buried his face against her womb in the hope that, somehow, his words might reach her more deeply that way. But that was not what she wanted. And for once, he had to respect that. Even if that meant staring blindly at the door, his nose pressed so hard against the wood that it hurt, listening to her erratic heartbeat pressed inches away on the other side as she was leaning against the door, as if to prevent him from trying to force it open.

Adrian did not know what else to do. He could simply tell her everything right now through the door, knowing that she was still there and would certainly hear it all. Even if he could not see her face, he would be able to grasp her reactions using his other senses, for her body had always been an open book for him to read as soon as she had trusted him with her heart. But he felt that all of his words would just sound hollow to both of them, and would nearly bounce back against the door frame before they could reach her.

His palms pressed flat against the door, his eyes closed, and his lips inches away from the wood, he took in a long shaky breath, steadying himself for the only plea he knew could ring true in this moment despite the thick, wobbly whisper that he managed to push through his lungs:

“Ellie… please… Please come home… I miss you”.

She was still there, on the other side, and she had heard him. He knew it from the way she had stopped breathing for a second, and from the distinct salty fragrance of the tears that were probably now smearing her features, reaching his sensitive nose and making his chest tighten with the realisation that he was powerless to stop them on their course as he had done in the past.

He had thought that nothing could ever be worse than those past 72 days and 72 nights staying away from her, guilt and doubts nagging at his heart. But he had been so wrong. The uncertainty, in this moment, of whether that dreadful count would end now, or would continue over months – even years -, was unbearable. He had laid his cards at her feet, and was ready to bare his heart before her if she wanted him to.

But for now, all he could do was to feel her warmth through the door, and wait. Wait.

Wait 72 seconds.

72 minutes.

72 nights, days, months, or years.

He would wait 72 centuries if that was what it took for her to come home to him.

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For the follow-up of this story, head here.

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N/A: Sorry for the angst and drama, and sorry for letting it hang like that in the air! What happens next should come shortly, now that I will be alternating between the fluff/smut from Arc I (i.e. ‘pre-break-up’) and the more angsty pieces from Arc II (i.e. post-break-up’). I will try to make it clear every time which Arc I am using and where we stand in the AU chronology, but I hope it won’t be too confusing!

Thank you for reading! 😊

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livvynka · 3 years

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The Vacation (Kamilah & Amy) - Part 2

Warning: SMUT. I’m not native english speaker, feel free to correct me (i would be actually glad).

1100 + words

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Last part:

Amy:

“And I was always thrilled to make out on airplane… I think I need help with something in toilet… Care to join?”

Amy smirk at Kamilah and slide her hand to Kamilah side. Kamilah raise an eyebrow. Kamilah eyes flash in red for second.

Kamilah:

“Lead the way.”

Amy stand up and pull Kamilah by hand. Amy look in every direction so noone cant see them when they enter the toilet. Kamilah turn to door and lock them.

Amy push Kamilah against the door. Amy’s hand wondering at Kamilah belly.

Kamilah:

“Hmm, my dirty, dirty girl.”

Kamilah tries to escape, but Amy hold her hand above her head.

Amy:

“Shh… This trip is about making you feel good. Starting…”

Amy unbutton Kamilah’s pants and slightly touch her abdomen. Kamilah gasp, lean her forehead to cold material of the door. Try to gain some self-control... Amy turn Kamilah around, so she can face her and kiss her hungrily. By one hand still holding Kamilahs hands above her head and with other…

With other hand squeezing Kamilah’s side. Amy move to Kamilah’s jaw line, continues to Kamilah’s earlobe and bite hard. Kamilah arch to Amy with the growl.

Kamilag:

“When i take my hands to you, you will ... - aaah”¨

Amy tease Kamilah’s center thru her pants, lightly and yet it drives Kamilah crazy.

Amy:

“I very much hope so. But now...”

Amy pulls Kamilah out of her pants and underwear, throw her blazer to ground and rip her shirt in half. Than trace her nails over new revealed skin.

Kamilah shudder and her eyes change to crimson red. And said with shaky voice.

Kamilah:

“Amy just fuck me, I can’t handle this anymore.”

Amy:

“Alright my love”

Amy sink to here knees, pul Kamilah’s legs apart, let one of Kamilah’s leg relax on her shoulder. Then she start workship Kamilah. She suck her, lick her... Circling around Kamilah’s clitoris. With her hand squeezing her butt, another hand press on Kamilah’s stomach to hold her still.

Kamilah moan loudly, Amy stop and look at Kamilah directly.

Amy: “

You need to be quiet, in other way they ban us for next flights.”

Kamilah:

“We’ll see who’s gonna be .. - jeez -us --ss”

Amy enters two finger inside Kamilah and move her mouth to Kamilah’s vulva again. Teasing one of her nipple.

Kamilah start to tremble uncontrollably, pant heavily. Hands on Amy’s shoulders. Hold her firmly, she will leave bruises for sure...

Than Kamilah explode, two times in row... Throw here head back and bite her tongue. Amy uprise and kiss Kamilah. She whispers.

Amy:

“I love you soo much.”

When Kamilah catch here breath again she grabs Amy and lift her to the near sink. Amy let out a surprise moan and pull Kamilah to close the distance, legs tangled by her sides. Kamilah smirk on that move. She doesn’t hesitate and undress Amy completely. Kissing the path of nude skin of Amy’s. Amy grab her by chin and connect their mouth again. Kamilah smile into the kiss and than suck Amy’s bottom lip.

Kamilah: “

So horny and demanding...”

She’s merciful and give Amy what she wants. She slide her two fingers inside Amy. Amy roll her eyes when pleasure begins be hard to take. Kamilah fasten the pace a lick Amy’s nipple. With other hand teasing her clitoris. Amy start to shake and let out moan.

Kamilah:

“What were you saying about not being loud?

”

She smirk at her wife. It was her lullaby. Watching Amy’s body shaking with the climax coming, hear her moans, when Amy says her name. It thrills her.

She pumps in Amy with unnatural speed. Amy cursed and bite into Kamilah neck with her fang fully out. She feed from Kamilah, but she does not care. She would give her anything.

Kamilah add the third finger when she feels Amy’s gonna fell of the edge any second.

Kamilah:

“Let go my Queen.”

Kamilah’s soft voice was the last string. Amy’s vision went blur and she shout hers wife name.

Amy: “Ka- Kamilah!”

Amy fell in Kamilah’s arms and giggle.

Amy:

“You are going to be dead of me. I love you more btw.”

Kamilah gives Amy sweet kiss and help her wife get dressed again. They go back to their seats.

Kamilah:

“That was something else. I need to say I start liking to fly in economy class.”

Amy:

“I wonder the reason behind it...”

She smiles at Kamilah teasingly.

Kamilah:

“You are right, we need this. And I do everything in my power so we enjoy this time. I want you to show you some places in Prague too. Maybe we can even extend our vacation.”

Amy:

“That would be perfect, I don’t really care where we go, I just want to be with you.”

Kamilah tangle their fingers and lean against Amy’s shoulder. Amy pets her head gently.

Amy:

“Maybe not everywhere. I don’t like Japan or ´Island of Death´.”

Kamilah chuckle.

Kamilah:

“Nor Japan or ´Island of death´ stop me to try to make you happy every second of our life.”

Amy: “

You know I will do everything in my power to make you happy too? You are the dearest person to me, and I’m nothing without you.”

Kamilah:

“For me you are everything...”

They both fall asleep when one of the fly attendant come and wake up Amy.

Fly attendant:

“Miss, pardon me, for waking you up, would you like to eat something? Here is the menu, we have some Czech and American possibilities for food. We will come in few minutes to take your order.”

Amy:

“Thank you, we will let you know.”

Amy:

“Kami, baby. Wake up.”

Amy kiss Kamilah’s nose and brush her fingers across her cheeks. Kamilah open her eyes slowly.

Kamilah:

“What's the matter? I was enjoying my sleep.”

Amy:

“We can try our first Czech food together, look.”

She handle the menu to Kamilah. Kamilah still leaning against Amy. Kamilah looks at the menu with reluctance

Kamilah:

“Do we need to eat this? We can eat when we land.”

Amy stomach rumbles. Kamilah sigh.

Kamilah :

”Alright let's have. Ermm. What is this? Ghulagshdsad soap”

Amy chuckle. And say with humor in her voice.

Amy:

“It’s now actually not bad food. And you can pronounce it ´Goo - laash´. Well, with consideration we are on airplane and the food in economy class is far away matching the real Goulash from country local restaurant...”

Kamilah:

“Fine, let’s have it.”

Soon, after they order it with Czech beer, Goulash arrive. Kamilah look at the soap with caution.

Amy:

“Do not worry. It’s stew of meat, almost everytime from beef or veal and vegetables, flavoured with paprika spice. Try it.”

Amy practically shove the spoon in Kamilah mouth. Kamilah eyebrow quirk and she look at her wife with annoyance. She let Amy feed her. She eventually like the ´Ghoulash´ food or whatever is that.

Kamilah:

“It’s spicy but acceptable.”

She took a spoon from Amy and eat almost whole bowl. Amy rise a eyebrow at her and giggle.

Amy:

“So its ´acceptable´ you say. Let me buy you real Ghoulash when we are in center.”

Kamilah with full mouth.

Kamilah:

“Uhm, yes please.”

After another 7 hours airplane land in Prague. It was night already. Amy hide yawn behind her hand.

Amy:

“Hmm, let’s get to our apartment to freshen up, and we can go for short walk.”

Kamilah take Amy’s hand and kiss her forehead.

Kamilah:

“Sure my love.”

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PART 1

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The Cafe Pt.I (Rewritten Barista)

As promised, I’m working through finishing my unfinished series - and that includes the Barista AU I had written long ago. I decided it was best to rewrite it considering the first part was originally published 200+ days ago. I’m aiming for 3 parts for this “one-shot AU” but we’ll see where it goes. Please be patient with me - my academic course load is extremely heavy and finding time to write is difficult but I will finish everything I said I would. I’m actually pretty proud of this but if it flops I never wrote it :)

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)

Word Count: 4505 words I’m shocked (I usually get to about 1600-2000 words)

Taglist: I’m not tagging anyone until I know people want to be tagged for this because I’m nervous and I hate being annoying!!!! If you want to be tagged for a specific pairing please let me know - I’ll try to keep track and remember to actually tag because I’m a forgetful dumbass!

Amy groggily rolled over in her bed, the amount of sleep she was getting had become oddly suspicious because she would never be able to get up before 7 on her own. She rubbed her face gently, her sheets warm and smooth against her skin. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her eyes widening in shock as she read the time on the screen.

Monday March 30 5:40 am

“Fucking hell I thought I set an alarm!” Amy groaned as she threw the sheets to the side, huffing as she opened the clock app to see, she in fact, did not set an alarm. She sighed, shaking her head as she rushed to the bathroom.

“Damn it Amy...you need this job…”

She texted Zig, a mutual friend of Emily Day who introduced them their freshman year of college at Hartfeld before Amy had transferred to Belviore University in New York. Zig graduated and moved to New York and opened a small cafe, only a few years later.

Zig, I’m going to be late. I missed my alarm this morning. I swear I’ll stay for closing and I won’t be late tomorrow.

LMAO, Amy if you didn’t set an alarm just say that, I had a feeling this would happen so I told you we opened an hour before we actually do. We don’t open until 7 on Mondays, just Tuesdays-Fridays.

I am literally going to murder you 0_0. You should prepare to be launched into outer space for this crime.

Lol I look forward to it - see you at 7.

Amy turned on the shower, as she grabbed a towel and her shower products from the cabinet, placing them beside the shower door. She discarded her clothes, put her shower playlist on, hopped into the shower and felt a wave of relief that she didn’t blow her first day. After Amy had performed her world tour, she stepped out of the shower with a shiver, the cool air a contrast to her very hot skin. She wrapped herself in the fuzzy towel, briefly glancing at the time, 6:02. She walked out of the bathroom, dropping the towel onto the floor as she opened her closet while she scanned her options for a “casual” outfit that would suffice. She put on her favorite bra and underwear, something about the red lingerie made her feel confident, before she slipped into a pair of dark blue denim skinny jeans. She paired the pants with a black t-shirt as she smiled at herself in the mirror.

“Not bad Amy, not bad at all.”

She walked over to her small vanity, one she had built with her father as a teenager over the summer before she left for college. It was one of her most prized possessions, one of the only things she had to remind her of him before he disappeared without a trace. She closed her eyes, recalling the memory fondly before she began to apply a small amount of makeup, just enough to hide her tiredness from the public. She stood from the desk, pleased with her appearance as she made her way to the small apartment kitchen. The empty beer bottles and ps4 controllers cluttered the kitchen as Amy smiled, having remembered celebrating the job with her suitemate Lily. She threw the bottles away and plugged the remotes in for a charge, Lily would thank her for that later. She opened the freezer, making herself two premade waffles as she checked her social media. It might have partially been the exhaustion but those waffles were the best Amy ever had, she wiped her mouth clean and grabbed her bag from the nearby chair. She shot a brief text to Lily, to let her know she hadn’t been kidnapped.

Morning Lily! I went to the cafe for work, just so you don’t end up thinking I got myself kidnapped. Love you, see you tonight! Try not to drink all of the alcohol.

Amy followed Zig’s text directions through the streets of the city, the bustle of traffic, the mass of pedestrians and the loud construction noises distracting Amy from her path. Amy had never really been in New York’s financial district before, the other civilians' appearances shifting from “Naked Cowboy of Times Square” to “Businessman” only a few streets apart. She glanced at her phone as it instructed her to take a right.

“Oof-”

Amy jolted at the scalding hot coffee that was hot on her skin, her head turning to meet a woman’s irritated gaze, taking note of the coffee cup that was in her hands. She was dressed like all the other businessmen and women who passed by - her maroon suit now covered in coffee as she huffed in annoyance. Amy met her deep brown eyes that burned right through her, her whole body freezing up as she watched the woman’s lips move. Amy stood in a daze, only coming back to herself when the woman waved her hand in front of her, her face filled with exasperation.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my first day and I’m kind of lost-”

“Watch where you’re going, this suit is probably worth more than you.” Her voice was silky and satisfying, and oddly soothing given the fact she had probably just stained a $2,000 suit. Amy rushed to open her wallet, holding out a wet 50$ to the woman. The business woman scoffed as she walked away, leaving Amy in a confused state outside of the cafe.

“Fuck.” Amy sighed, moving to collect her bag as she walked through the cafe door, Zig raised his eyebrows at her as she made her way behind the counter.

“Well that’s a look.” He jested, Amy turning her head and giving him a death glare as he tossed an apron to her. “Nobody will notice, you can cover it with this. There’s paper towels in the back.” Amy dropped her bag in the break room, gently wiping the coffee away and putting the surprisingly fashionable apron on. When she walked out from the back her jaw dropped as she spotted the woman from earlier standing on the other side of the counter. Their eyes met and the woman’s gaze quickly changed from annoyed to very annoyed at the sight of Amy.

“Kamilah, you’re back. Wanted to pick up some date-nut pinwheels?”

“No, I need another black coffee.” She turned back to Zig with a smile, he gave a small nod as Amy began to brew the coffee for her. She placed the lid carefully onto the fresh cup and handed it out to the woman, their fingers brushing for a moment, a blush creeping onto Amy’s cheeks.

“Thank you.” Her tone was less aggressive than it had been in their first encounter, Amy finally calm enough to take note of the woman’s features. Her brown silky hair that looked like it belonged in a conditioner commercial, her defined jawline and subtle eyeshadow that accentuated her eyes. She watched the way her lips moved as she talked to Zig, Amy feeling her heart jump at the sound of her laugh - light and golden. Amy watched her leave, every step she took she took with such confidence that Amy found herself wanting to follow her out the door.

“You could be less obvious, you know?” Zig playfully nudged Amy, nearly knocking her over as she shook her head in denial.

“No! I wasn’t!” Amy sighed as she rubbed her temples, Zig’s infectious laugh filling the empty cafe. Amy playfully punched his shoulder as a group of well dressed men stepped through the threshold, Amy moving behind the register to take their orders. The day passed, Amy learning how oddly specific some people like their coffee, and learning all of Zig’s secrets to the perfect iced coffee. Amy looked at the clock as Zig walked to lock the front door - finally closing time.

“Some of these orders...like ‘I’ll have the grande iced mocha no foam soy hexagon vortex hypotenuse’” Amy waved her hands around as Zig tried to contain a laugh, wiping down the counter as Amy hung her apron up.

“Amy you’re horrible.” Zig made a good attempt at seriousness, their eyes meeting before they continued to laugh which made closing pass by much faster. Zig grabbed the mass of leftover desserts from their respective containers, hovering them over the garbage before Amy stopped him.

“Oh, did you want these?”

“No, but I can find a better place for them than the trash.”

“Where? Your stomach?”

“No, the food bank is on the route back to my apartment. We shouldn’t be wasteful, and besides - who wouldn’t love a raspberry crown?”

“You’ve got a point. I’ll bag these for you then, if you could sweep the floor and put the chairs on the tables that’d be great.”

When all the cleaning and closing procedures were done Amy headed for the door with her bag in hand, Zig gently tapping her shoulder and holding out an envelope, a key to the cafe and the bag of desserts.

“Okay so I know what’s in here but what is this? A resignation letter?” Amy pouted her bottom lip as Zig rolled his eyes so far back Amy wasn’t sure if they’d come back.

“It’s your share of the tips from today, and the wrapped pastries. Thanks for that suggestion by the way, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that myself.” Zig rubbed the back of his neck as he looked around the pristine cafe, the windows reflecting the moonlight and the tile shimmering as if it were just installed. “Bloody hell, the place looks good...no great. Thank you Amy. Come on let's get outta here, go home - I’ll see you tomorrow at 6. Actually, let me make sure you set 3 different alarms, give me your phone.” Zig held out his hand after he locked the front door, Amy reluctantly handing her iphone over as he set 3 different alarms, all 5 minutes apart. He looked up at her for a moment, smirking before handing her phone back to her and walking off into the city. Amy rolled her eyes, he probably took a selfie on her camera but when she went to check, there was nothing but memes and occasional group photos -what did Zig smirk at then? Amy was too tired to think of it, she made a swift beeline to the food bank, opening the doors and dropping the brown bag of desserts off before making her trip back to the apartment.

The door opened with a creak, all of the lights turned off as Amy carefully navigated to her room. She switched her lamp on, letting it provide a dim light that didn’t blind Amy because of its intensity. She tossed her bag onto the bed, as she pulled her shirt over her head in one rapid motion. She desperately stripped, throwing her dirty clothes into the laundry basket as she changed into clean lingerie. She slipped into her favorite pair of pajama shorts and pulling her favorite hoodie over her bra - shirts were overrated anyways. Amy crawled onto her bed, crossing her legs while she put her headphones on, pulling up her favorite late-night playlist and letting the slowed music soothe her. She caught a glance at the envelope Zig had given her, she reached over for it and opened it carefully - baffled at the amount of cash laying inside. She slowly laid each bill out, counting the total twice to make sure she hadn’t miscalculated. Working at a cafe in New York’s financial district was definitely going to help her and Lily catch up on their rent and not get evicted. She smiled, tucking away 25% for herself, taking enough for her share of the rent and putting the rest into her locked safe - she’d been saving for a trip to Hawaii since she graduated. She stifled a yawn, closing the safe and tucking herself back into her warm sheets, taking her headphones off and closing her eyes for the night.

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The alarm woke Amy up with it’s loud and very obnoxious beeping, Amy wanting nothing more than to throw the phone into the thermosphere. She drowsily stood from her bed, gently tucking the sheets neatly back into place as she turned off the following alarms. She sighed, rubbing her head as she changed into a simple outfit and left out the door to the cafe.

Amy arrived at the cafe, unlocked the front door and turned the lights on, relocking the door behind her because she didn’t need anyone startling her. She moved behind the counter, dropping her bag in the lounge and putting an apron on. She checked the coffee filters, gave the blenders a good washing, set out creamer, sugar and other coffee essentials on the counter and filled supplies back up. Zig suddenly walked through the door, a smile on his face as Amy finished supplying the countertop and putting the pastries out on display, letting Zig prepare himself for opening.

“You’re early. I’m shocked. College Amy is having a stroke right now.” Amy knocked him in the side, Zig falling back a few steps as he shook his head and put his hands in the air in surrender. “Alright alright no need for violence, come on, let’s open.” Zig turned the “open” sign on and only a minute later did Kamilah appear in the cafe, her suit perfectly fitted, her hair smoothly cascading around her head and down her shoulders and her face relaxed and composed.

“Good morning Kamilah, what can I get for you?” Zig gestured to the display of desserts and the variety of coffee combinations on the menu above their heads. Kamilah smiling as Zig waved his hands back and forth, Kamilah letting out a soft chuckle.

“Just a large black coffee and maybe a date-nut pinwheel.” Kamilah spoke to Zig in almost a tender way, as if they were siblings or long-term friends. Amy selected a pinwheel, gently placing it into a small bag and sliding it over the counter towards Kamilah as she began to brew the coffee.

“How’s Ahmanet Financial?” Zig leaned over the counter, his defined arms nearly breaking through the sleeves of his white shirt. Kamilah tucked the pinwheel bag into a hidden pocket on the inside of her blazer before she turned back to face Zig.

“It’s very successful, our stocks are soaring and we just secured a new business partner.” Kamilah looked proud and for good reason - Ahmanet financial was one of the most powerful corporations out there. Amy topped her coffee off with a lid and handed it to her, their eyes meeting for a moment before Amy turned away, feeling her cheeks turning hot. Kamilah checked her watch, a movado 47 rose gold watch that cost way more than anything Amy had ever come close to owning. “Zig I’d love to chat some other day but I’m afraid I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.”

She quickly made her way out the door, the bell ringing softly as Kamilah strided away. Amy leaned over the counter with a sigh, Zig nudging her softly.

“You could be less obvious Amy,” his annoying face smirking at Amy as she rolled her eyes, “you used to be so slick back in college.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Amy threw an empty coffee cup at him as a blonde girl walked into the cafe, her eyes glued to her phone as she recited her order at a rate that nobody could understand. Amy sighed, Zig giving her a pained glance as she went to mix the complicated coffee order. Amy fought back a laugh as Zig found a way to run away to the back when the girl asked for his phone number. Once Amy finished mixing her coffee and sent her out the cafe doors Zig poked his head out of the lounge - his eyes scanning for her.

“Is she gone?” Amy snorted as Zig stepped out from the doorway, his hands running through his hair as he let his shoulders relax. “My god I hate teenagers - they turn eighteen and all of a sudden think they can fuck anyone. I’m like 5 years older than her at least!”

“Relax buddy, let’s just get through the rest of the day. I’ll handle all the teenage brats and you can handle all the nasty men.” Amy gave him a cheeky grin as they teamwork-ed their way through the rest of the day.

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“Finally.” Amy rested the broom on the wall, taking in the pristine cafe as Zig finished wiping down the counters. “What a day.”

“Thank god it’s over.”

“Zig?”

“Yeah?”

“Does Kamilah always come by the cafe right when we open?”

Zig perked his head up, his brows raised to the top of his head as Amy felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her hands growing sweaty as Zig remained silent.

“She always comes as soon as we open, she has to be at work early since she is the CEO. Although she never rests, despite everything I’ve told her.” Zig’s head shot to his phone as it buzzed, a text from Emily appearing on the screen and Zig hastily typed away.

“Everything okay Zig?” Amy had a worried expression on her face as Zig let out a long sigh.

“There’s a road trip for Kaitlyn’s band that leaves in two days that lasts for a week that our group is going on and I can’t go because I need to run the cafe-”

“I can handle it for a week.” Amy spoke firmly, Zig’s eyes widening before he let out a chuckle.

“What if you burn it down?”

“I won’t but then I guess you just have to trust me. Come on Zig - you need a break and you damn well know it. Get out of here for a week.”

“I hate that you’re right. Fine, but if the cafe isn’t standing when I get back, you’re toast.” They both laughed and finished up closing.

Amy walked towards the food bank, a brisk breeze prompting her to make it one speedy trip so she could bask in her heated apartment. A shriek came from the alley as Amy turned her gaze to see where the yell had come from, a red pair of eyes looking right at her in the darkness. She felt her heart beating out of her chest as she forced her feet to a run, her heart pounding like a drum and ringing in her ears as she huffed through the front doors of the bank - placing the bag on the counter and racing back to her apartment without turning back.

“Hey girl how was-” Lily sat on the couch with a coke in her hand and the television remote in the other, her smile fading as she met Amy’s eyes. “Amy, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost…”

“I think I’m just hallucinating from exhaustion,” Amy dropped her bag on the floor and took a seat on the couch beside Lily, “anyways tell me about you. We haven’t really had time since we both started working more.”

“Well you should sleep soon but I think we’ll be able to hold the rent for the next few months - with all the money you’re bringing in now in addition to the money my app has started to bring in - I think we’ll be more than fine.” Lily nudged her shoulder, offering Amy a can of coke with a smile as The Vampire Diaries played on the TV.

“Vampires are so overrated.” Amy groaned as she watched Lily’s eyes become glued to the screen.

“Some of us have taste you know.”

“No, it’s because they’re not real Lily, and the fact that no vampire would ever be attracted to me.”

Lily rolled her eyes as Amy sipped on her coke, both of them laughing late into the night and being good friends in what had felt like a long time.

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Amy unlocked the cafe doors and shuffled inside, locking the door behind her and leaving her bag on the counter. She hit the light switch as the lights slowly came flickering on as she tied the apron around the back of her neck. She quickly started and finished the morning set-up, the routine becoming second nature since Amy had always been a fast learner. She checked her phone, 6:49 am April 1, 2020.

“April fools day.” Amy smiled as she contemplated setting up a whipped cream prank on Zig, but decided not to against her deepest desire to see his shocked face. While thinking of ways to mess with Zig through the day, her mind came to test a theory - she began preparing two black coffees - before adding her own twists to one of them. Amy finished and admired her handiwork - the cups looked identical and Kamilah wouldn’t notice until she tasted it.

Kamilah walked in, her eyes scanning the cafe for Zig as she took a cautious step towards Amy who had a cute little grin on her face.

“Good morning Kamilah, here’s your coffee.” Amy handed her a black coffee, the one she had adjusted ever so slightly. She watched as Kamilah brought the cup to her lips, almost taking a sip, before she lowered the cup and leaned her face closer to Amy.

“What did you do to it? It smells different, and where’s Zig?” Kamilah arched a brow as Amy silently wondered how Kamilah could smell the difference.

“I took a twist with it, I made you your regular too in case you hate it...I just thought you should broaden your horizons…and Zig is coming. He just needs to pack, he’ll be gone after today for a week and I’ll be running the cafe.” Amy smiled softly at the woman who was now leaning dangerously close.

“I see. And if I hate it?”

“Then I’ll pay for both and I’ll never try to broaden your horizons again…” Amy frowned slightly as Kamilah finally sipped on the drink - her brown eyes widening as she took another, and another.

“It’s...actually pretty good...what did you do to it?” Kamilah took another sip as Amy bounced on her heels, a wide childish grin written across her face.

“I added a bit of cream and sugar and a bit of caramel! It’s how I like mine!” Amy took her hands behind her back and fiddled with them nervously as Kamilah smiled. Zig walked in just as the clock read 8:05 am and Kamilah left, turning at the door to smile at Amy one last time, lifting the cup up with a smile before entering her car.

“What’s that smile about Amy?” Zig wagged his fingers at Amy with a classic smirk as he prepared for the shift, Amy resting her head on both of her hands while she leaned over the counter - her legs kicking out behind her.

“Nothing.” Amy sighed and went back to brewing coffee, her hands aimlessly performing while her mind sat on nothing but the thought of Kamilah - and her damned perfect smile.

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Amy tossed her shoes off as she made her way through the apartment door, one shoe nearly knocking Lily’s head off as she pulled freshly fried chicken from the air fryer.

“Lily that smells AMAZING!” Amy squealed and made her way over to her, Lily slapping her hand away as she finished the two plates of waffles off with a chicken breast and syrup. “I swear I’ve got the best best friend…” Lily smiled as they both dug into the food, chatting away about their day until Amy let it slip out.

“And there’s this really hot customer-”

“Oh! Spill!” Lily wiggled in her seat like a child, eagerly waiting for Amy to elaborate as Amy stuffed her face with the rest of her waffles. “I’ll wait for you to finish.” Lily smirked and held Amy in an uncomfortable eye contact until Amy finally caved in.

“She comes in at opening time every single day, and always orders a black coffee. Although I got her to try something new today which I’m really proud of.” The subtle smile that crept up Amy’s face gave it all away to Lily as she let her ramble on, whilst she gave Amy the smirk she hated. “I’m simping aren’t I?”

“There’s nothing wrong with simping. But you have a chance here because Zig won’t be there so you can actually like...take your shot without him ever having to know,” Lily winked and whispered, “and you could totally fuck her in the back-”

“NOPE!” Amy stood up frantically, Lily holding her sides for support and nearly falling out of her chair as Amy rushed to clear her plate. “I hate you! Ohmygoddddddd.” Amy groaned as Lily fell to the floor, her eyes wet with tears at Amy’s reaction more than anything else.

“I’m going to bed!!”

“Goodnight! Love you Ames!!!”

“Love you too….annoying ass!”

Amy snorted as she changed into her sleepwear, her body becoming exhausted as she hit the mattress, falling asleep ridiculously fast.

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Kamilah came through the door, right on time as Amy had come to expect. Amy gazed up from her phone, those dark brown eyes looking right at her as she handed Kamilah her usual black coffee, Kamilah holding it closely before clearing her throat.

“Can I have the one from yesterday as well?” Amy smiled at her as she began to mix her favorite coffee - Kamilah leaning over the counter to observe.

“I didn’t think you’d want it again.” Amy said as she added creamer to the mix, the coffee turning golden as she mixed it.

“A woman can’t appreciate a little variety in her life?” Kamilah leaned against the counter, her hair smoothly gliding over her maroon blazer as she tossed it back - taking a sip from her cup.

“No I just-” Amy topped the cup off with a bit of caramel before enclosing it with the lid, her hands sweaty as she handed it to Kamilah.

“You just?”

“Thought you’d always like your coffee like your personality.”

“Whatever do you mean by that?”

The way Kamilah was looking at Amy, she knew she had to choose her next words carefully.

“Dark, intimidating, a bit bitter at first sip,” Amy hesitated as Kamilah raised a brow, “an...acquired taste.”

“You’re intimidated by me?”

“Just a little…”

“Hmm, I suppose your coffee is like you if you want to expand your little analogy.” Kamilah glanced at her watch, her expression shifting from playful to work-oriented. Amy felt her heart drop a little as she recomposed herself - back to her refined and disciplined self. Kamilah made her way to the door, the two cups of coffee in her hands as she paused, turning back and looking at Amy - something different about it.

“It’s...sweet and comforting,” her voice was soft as she spoke, Amy’s cheeks turning very red, “like you.”

#kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #mc x kamilah #kamilah the bloodqueen post #bloodbound #bloodbound AU #um so I have a love-hate relationship with this fic #but i am proud of it in it's ways #okay i've been deflecting i need to go do calculus homework and lecture videos

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Tale as Old as Time

Tagging: @kamilahtopme, @queenkamilah,@vonda-b-real,@rhonda-sayeed,@wisebananapatrol,@ilove-kamilah-sayeed,@millasayeed,@iamsimpforpoppy

Kamilah paced through Adrian’s office, her heels clicking loudly against the wooden floor. ”You can’t stay like this forever sister, you must tell her.“

Adrian advised her as she ran slender fingers through her hair, “but what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

”There’s only one way to find out.“ Adrian’s firm hands gripped her shoulders comfortingly as he offered a soft smile, “come on…I’ve never known you to be one who chickens out like this.”

”Please…”

She rolled her eyes so far back, Adrian thought they wouldn’t return. “I’m not chickening out. I’m just..being precautious, that’s all.” She bit her lip slightly before sighing. “No mortal has ever made me feel this way Adrian, and I don’t know what life would be if she refused me.”

Adrian brought the Egyptian closer, embracing her in a tight hug. With a smooth and soft voice, he eased her nerves.

“I promise you no matter what she says, there will always be the few of us who support you. You’ve made it 2,063 years on this planet, and I know you will live for much longer. Don’t give up hope, never give up hope Kamilah.”

”You’re right, you‘re absolutely right.” She nodded, a small smile poking at her lips before she set off for Amy’s apartment.

25 minutes later…

Amy jumped at the rapid knocking at her door. Who could be at this hour, she mumbled to herself before unlocking the chains.

”Hey Kamilah.“ Amy said with a broad grin, stepping aside to let Kamilah inside the small apartment.

“Hey, can we talk?” Kamilah linked her hands behind her back, to hide the small tremble.

“Of course! Come in, come in.”

Kamilah stepped inside, swallowing deeply to calm her fidgety nerves. She took the young woman’s hands into her own. Amy offered a small smile, her brows creasing slightly, “is everything okay?”

”Of course. Amy Parker…” Kamilah’s deep brown eyes met Amy’s own, “I’m so in love with you Amy. I’ve fallen so deeply, that my heart aches when I hear your name.”

Tears filled the vampire’s eyes as she continued. “My heart yearns for you, like no one else before. The type of love I have for you, is something I’ve never experienced. I want you to know that despite what I am, and if you choose me…I will always protect you. Love you. Keep you surrounded with nothing but positivity and warmth in our lives Amy.“

Amy stood speechless. Tears welled in her own eyes before she bowed her head. “That…that sounds beautiful Kamilah but, I…I-“ shame overwhelmed her.

”I don‘t love you…“ her voice a mere whisper.

Amy closed her eyes, readying herself for any angry remarks Kamilah threw at her. Regret and embarrassment took over the young woman, her cheeks burning a bright shade of red while keeping quiet.

Kamilah quietly retracted her hands from Amy’s. “Oh. I..I see.” Amy could sense the hurt in Kamilah’s voice, but it was too late.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time.“ Kamilah whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she slipped out of Amy’s apartment.

“Kamilah-“ Amy tried to stop the vampire, only for Kamilah to silently take her arm back from Amy’s grasp. Amy tried once more, taking Kamilah’s hand.

“It’s okay Amy, you don’t have to do this. You said it yourself, you don’t love me.” Kamilah choked on her own sobs, grief swelling in her broken heart. The Egyptian took her hand back, stepping into the elevator. She gazed at Amy with swollen, red and puffy eyes.

”Goodbye Amy….“

The elevators shut closed, Amy sighing deeply as a single tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m so sorry Kamilah. I’m so so sorry.”

Kamilah slammed her fist into the metal wall, denting the steel with an imprint of her knuckles. ”No…no no no!” Kamilah banged her head against the steel again as she sobbed violently, slowly crumbling to her kneels on the floor before her vision faded, the darkness overwhelming her.

6 years later…

”Do you really think she’ll, I don’t know…talk to me?“ Amy bit her finger as she walked side by side into Ahmanet Financial with Lily.

“She loves you Amy, don’t you see that? She’d practically give up everything for you.”

Amy’s eyes widened at the thought, “Kamilah said that specifically?”

“Not directly, but she’s mentioned of what she’d do just to call you her own.” Lily sighed, stepping out of the elevator. “Just try, even if she’s changed.“

Amy nodded, steeling her nerves before striding into Kamilah’s office confidently. “Uh…hey.” The young woman offered a shy grin.

Kamilah looked up from the files on her desk. “Long time no see.”

Amy could sense the hurt behind Kamilah’s words, even if the vampire didn’t express her emotions vividly.

”Yeah…it’s been a while.” Amy’s gaze softened. “How have you been?”

”You know how this industry works. Work is relentless.” Kamilah stood from the seat, picking the files up in her hand as she maneuvered around Amy.

”Kamilah, wait…”

Amy caught Kamilah’s wrist in her fingers, stopping the vampire in her path. “Tell me from your heart, how you’ve been.”

She stepped closer, tapping Kamilah’s heart gently with her index finger, Amy‘s green eyes shimmering.

”I…”

Kamilah bowed her head. “How can I say I’ve been fine, when the thing I loved most has been missing in my life? How can I lie to your face, and say that without you…everything‘s been normal. Because it hasn’t Amy, with you gone…nothing was ever normal.”

Tears welled in Amy’s eyes, “Kamilah…”

The Egyptian raised her hand and continued. “Perhaps it was too soon at the time, but my feelings have never changed towards you. I’ve always loved you, even if it was from a distance. I will always protect you, despite your feelings back. I will continue to care for you through my years even if you don’t return it because I love you Amy.”

She inhaled shakily, “Goddamnit, I love you so much Amy. So much more than words could ever describe. No amount of money, no amount of gifts, and no amount of words in this life could ever come close to giving you even a glimpse of my love for you.“

Kamilah kept her head bowed, her heart thumping rapidly inside her chest. “I can understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Her voice a mere, soft whisper to Amy’s ears.

”No Kamilah, I was wrong that night.” She cupped Kamilah’s face, forcing the Egyptian to look into her eyes. “I was scared. Scared of all the unknowns that came with loving you, and I doubted myself. But, not anymore. I’m ready to love you wholeheartedly.”

Amy planted the softest of kisses on Kamilah’s lips, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through the both of them.

”Then, let’s start over. We’ll fall, the right way.” Kamilah said between kisses, practically breathless.

Amy nodded, a small smile curling at her lips before she kissed Kamilah again. “Well, are you free now?”

”Yes, actually. My meetings have finished for the day.”

Kamilah grinned. “I know that look, let’s go for lunch?”

Amy laughed, “you read my mind.” She said while taking Kamilah’s arm.

The two walked down the busy, bustling streets quietly, the silence between them comforting. Not long after, they arrived to a small restaurant on the corner of a block, Times Square just a stone‘s throw away.

”How have you been holding up these past few years Amy?” Kamilah’s gaze flicking from the menu to the woman sitting in front of her.

”And don’t you dare lie to me. You know I see right through them.” Kamilah said, smiling softly at Amy.

The young woman nodded curtly, “well…I stayed with my parents for a while before they kept trying to send me back here. Said I was too grown to be living under the same roof with them.“ She sighed heavily.

”I’m sorry to hear that, truly.”

Kamilah gently placed her hand over Amy’s, squeezing it reassuringly. “Perhaps the city was meant for you after all.”

“Maybe.” Amy chuckled, intertwining their fingers. The softest of blushes crept onto Amy’s cheeks as she hid her smile behind her hand.”

”What?” Kamilah was grinning as she pulled Amy’s hand aside, “you’re blushing.“

”N-No I’m not.” The scarlet tint on Amy’s cheeks only worsened, heat rising to the patches of skin quickly.

Kamilah chuckled whole heartedly, “now you are.”

”Oh quit being such a tease.” Amy hid her face behind the menu, biting her lip and grinning to herself. “Pardon me but, last I recall…you quite liked me being a ’tease’.”

Kamilah pulled the menu down, flashing her killer smile that made Amy’s heart skip a beat.

“What? No I never.” Amy grinned cheekily.

”That’s what they all say.”

”Ooh look! The food’s arrived!” Amy’s tongue lapped at her lips as Kamilah thanked the waiter. “Looks delicious.“

They both dug into their food, and after a short while the two slumped in their chairs, stomachs bulging.

”Now that…was one of the best meals I’ve ever had.” Kamilah stroked her stomach, laughing as Amy giggled. “Damn right it was, it’s my treat.”

Amy reached for the bill when Kamilah stopped her, “No. This is on me, I insist.”

”Come on Kami, please?” Amy flashed her puppy dog eyes and pouted her lips, a look she knew Kamilah couldn’t resist.

“Oh alright“, she sighed, “only if you let me walk you home.“

”Deal.“

With a grin, Amy took Kamilah’s arm as the two strolled down the sidewalk once more. Kamilah couldn’t take her eyes off Amy. She had so much style, so much grace, such immpecable beauty.

She shook her head and thought to herself, ‘I can’t let her go, not this time…‘

“Well, I guess this is it.” Kamilah tucked her hands into her pockets as they stood outside Amy’s apartment building.

“If you need anything, you know where to call me okay?”

Amy sighed softly before smiling. “I’ll be fine, thank you Kamilah.“

The vampire nodded, gazing at Amy lovingly instead of turning and walking back home. Amy found Kamilah’s eyes, tentatively stepping closer.

”May…May I kiss you again?” Amy whispered as she cupped Kamilah’s face.

”You don’t have to ask for permission, Amy.” She whispered back, pulling Amy closer.

Their kiss was electric, shooting sparks down their spines as their lips tangled together passionately and backed with longing.

Slowly their tongues tangled too, prompting Amy to let out a soft groan.

Eventually, they pulled away, breathless. Amy rested Kamilah’s forehead to her own, “promise me we’ll meet again Kamilah.”

”Always Amy. Always..“

#Kamilah Sayeed #Bloodbound #Kamilah x mc #MC x Kamilah Sayeed

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wildsayeed · 4 years

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remember the time when all we had to take care of was delivering some summons and your casual feral every now and then? and we could do and say whatever the heck we wanted to everyone because they all knew better than to mess with queen kamilah’s gf? no psycho grams or gaius? wow those were the days

#missing bloodbound hours #choices bloodbound 3 #choices #kamilah sayeed #choices stories we play #choices kamilah #choices: bb #bb kamilah #playchoices #choices bloodbound

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samanthadalton · 4 years

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Can you do a Sam Dalton x MC fic, please? 🙏🥺I miss Sam

hiiiii I’m so sorry it took long I’m trying to work through a few of my requests but I hope you like it 💖

pairing: f!Sam x mc (I named my mc Josie so I’m sticking with that)

Takes place after chapter 6 the engagement party

word count: 3.1k (it’s a long one but Sam deserves)

taglist: @kamilah-sayeeds-habibti (i hope you enjoy it) @cloud9in @alleycat97 (if anyone wants to be added on for this pairing let me know 😊)

Drunk words, sober thoughts

You’re preparing breakfast for Mason and Mickey until a sudden flurry of texts interrupt your cooking, the pings going off every second. Sam stalks into the kitchen, already dressed for work as she reaches for the mug of coffee you prepared for her not a minute before as you’ve become accustomed to your usual morning ritual.

“You’re popular this morning,” she jokes as her eyes flicker over to yours, and you see a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

“Heh. It’s my friend Jenny, she and some of my college friends are going out tomorrow and she keeps begging me to go.” Sam raises an eyebrow at you, the glimmer of amusement dissipating from her eyes and replaced with something you can’t really put a finger on.

“Where do they wanna go?” her tone nonchalant, but her eyes tell a different story. Since the engagement party and your heavy makeout on the rooftop, things have been incredibly awkward with Sam. You’ve barely had a chance to talk with the CEO and she’s been doing a damn good job of avoiding you over the last couple of weeks every time you’ve found yourself in the same room alone after hours.

“Just to the club.”

“Ah. So why don’t you wanna go?”

You shrug your shoulders as you contemplate your answer, “I don’t know, just with settling in the new job and stuff I don’t think going to the club is suitable.”

“Seriously Josie?” Sam raises an eyebrow at you, “tomorrow is your day off and like you said before,” Sam takes a steady gulp, her eyes never leaving yours, “you’re a young single woman, you should have some fun. One of us should at least.” Sam mutters the last part, and you wonder if you were meant to hear that bit until your eyes meet and something in Sam’s eyes flashes, and suddenly you find yourself falling back into the memory of you and Sam on the rooftop. The rooftop where you were screaming at Sam for being jealous of you and Robin, where you found yourself chastising Sam for her overly zealous behaviour, moments before you found yourself attached at the lips, passion infiltrating your senses as you kissed her recklessly. You come out of your reverie, your face flushed as you look away from Sam, unable to meet her eyes.

“You’re right.” You nod slowly and you mull over Sam’s words, hesitantly you pick up the phone to text Jenny that you’ll be there tomorrow and as you set your phone down, Sam opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by the sudden stomping of Mason and Mickey who race into the kitchen at the smell of your cooking.

“Morning Josie!” the twins say as they settle in their seats, you ruffle their hair and place a plate of waffles in front of the boys as they hungrily scoff the food down.

“Slow down boys you might get a stomach ache.” Sam places a chaste kiss on each of the twin’s forehead before giving you a swift nod and heading out to work.

….

The next night you’re getting ready to go out as you stand in front of your closet with Jenny lounging on your bed inattentively scrolling through her phone. You turn and snap your fingers at her, “Jenny! Pay attention. What do I wear?”

Jenny groans before getting up and standing beside you, “I usually love giving you fashion advice but you’ve literally turned down every dress I’ve picked out.”

“Because it has to be perfect.”

“Why?”

“Because. I-” you stammer, not able to come up with a valid reason, but the voice in the back of your mind has been pestering you for the last hour, and all you know is that tonight you have to look flawless.

Jenny side eyes you, carefully considering, “Okay say no more.” You’re grateful at how well Jenny knows you in knowing when to not pressure you into speaking. She briskly claps her hands together, her usual peppy self sprouting up again as she assesses your closet. “Mmmmmm, this one.” She holds out a short red dress with thin straps and holds out the dress to you, “if you’re looking to make an impression tonight I advise you to wear this tonight.”

You stare at the dress, the redness of it radiates at you, and you fully know that you’ll definitely be the centre of attention if you wear the dress tonight. In your heart however, you realize you only want the attention of one person, Sam.

“Come oooon. We’re gonna be late. Try it on and trust my expertise please.” Jenny pleads, flashing her puppy dog eyes and you can’t bring yourself to say no.

“Fine, give it here.” After trying on the dress, and pairing it with red stiletto heels, you’re interrupted by a brisk knock on the door as you‘re looking into the mirror, putting on your lipstick while Jenny straightens your hair. “Come in!”

Sam gingerly opens the door, as her eyes scan the room until they find you, and she visibly can’t tear her eyes from you. Her eyes meticulously roam your outfit, flashing with undisguised desire. “Josie..” Sam’s at a loss for words as her mouth hangs open, until Jenny’s shrill voice breaks her out of her trance and Sam looks over at the peppy brunette as if she’s only noticing her presence for the first time.

“Doesn’t she look hot?”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you avert your eyes from Sam’s, looking embarrassed as you reply, “Jenny!” Your voice comes out more snappier than you intended but your best friend gets the hint and clasps her mouth shut, focusing on her task of straightening your hair. You clear your throat before looking back up at the CEO and you see a similar blush on her face, as she conspicuously tries not to let her eyes drift to your body. “Sorry about her Sam. Did you need something?”

Sam clenches her jaw slightly, before inhaling slightly, her demeanor becoming more relaxed by the second, “no, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay and wanted to ask if you needed a ride to the club.”

Before you can open your mouth, Jenny chimes in, “of course! That would save us money on using an Uber.” You plaster a small smile on your face, trying to camouflage your uneasiness.

“Yeah, thanks Sam.”

“Well just let me know when you’re ready to head out.”

“Wait, you’re driving us? I thought that maybe Carter-”

“No, Carter has retired for the night. I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“What about the boys, they shouldn’t be left alone.”

Sam eyes glistens with humour as she realises that you keep coming up with excuses to not be in a car with her, “Robin’s here. We have some paperwork to go over so she can watch the boys while we’re gone.” You try to come up with another excuse, your mind blanking as Sam smirks at you, and you begrudgingly accept her ride.

As you step out of the room and walk into the office to call Sam, Robin sits at the front of the desk, her eyes drifting to your body, appraising every inch of you as she lets out a low whistle. “Damn, Josie. You look hot.” Before you can respond, Sam appears at the door, her eyes dark blazing into Robin’s, as a scowl outlines her face.

“Josie. Are you ready to go?” Her eyes snap back to you, and the grimace from her expression shifts into a more softer look.

You nod and leave the room with Sam in tow, behind you Robin calls out, “go get some!” You laugh shaking your head as you meet Jenny who’s waiting by the lift and make your way down.

…..

As Sam pulls up the car, she steps out and opens the door for you and Jenny, and you slide into the backseat on the car as Jenny sits next to you and Sam moves to the driver’s seat, your eyes meeting in the rear-view mirror. You pointedly glance away, tapping away on your phone as Jenny gives Sam the directions to the club. Suddenly, your phone rings and you see your friend, Eva’s name flashing on your screen. You accept the call and her voice blares out on the other end as loud bass music and her voice crackles out, her words slightly slurring, “heeey, where are you guys?”

“Yeah sounds like you guys started without us,” you put the phone on speaker holding it between you and Jenny.

“You guys were taking forever!” Another voice rings out on the other end, most likely your friend Reina judging by her shrieking voice, she’s also wasted.

“Blame Josie, she took forever picking a dress,” Jenny teases and you facetiously roll your eyes. You maintain a conversation for the rest of the drive as Sam sits in the front in silence, occasionally smiling to herself when she hears your friends voices ring out as they sing along to the music or just scream on the phone. Eventually you turn off your phone promising your friends you’re close and you’re soon pulling up to the club.

“We’re here.” Sam smiles as she turns to face you and Jenny, her gaze warm.

“Thank you so much for the ride Ms Dalton,” Jenny replies as she opens the door and starts to slide out of her seat, careful not to crease her dress as she does.

“I told you to call me Sam, Ms Dalton makes me sound too old,” Sam jests and Jenny gleams at the CEO as she thanks her once again, this time fully enunciating Sam’s name. As Jenny leaves the car you’re about to slide out after her until Sam’s soft hands lightly touch your arm and you suddenly feel anchored in your seat. “Josie I-” her eyes flashes with the same expression yesterday morning when you mentioned the club and your brows furrow as you take in the pointed look on her face.

“Is something wrong?”

You watch as the unfamiliar expression shifts into an abashed grin as she languidly moves her hand from your arms, her fingers ghosting down your arms eliciting goosebumps as it moves.

“No.” She plasters a pageant smile on her face, and somehow you just know she’s putting up a front, “hope you have a good night and Robin and I will most likely be up late so don’t hesitate to call if you need a ride home.” Sam looks like she wants to say more but she presses her lips together in a thin line, just before you can ask, Jenny’s shrill voice cuts through the air tearing you out of the moment.

“I should go.” You carefully slide out of your seat and then shut the car door, linking your arm with Jenny’s as she ushers you into the club. Before you enter you look over your shoulder to see Sam’s car driving off in the distance, and you feel a tiny pang in your heart. Once you enter the club, the music blares, momentarily overtaking your senses until you stalk over to the bar and order 3 shots, downing them all one after another.

“Damnnnnnnn,” Jenny says, gazing at you with astonishment.

“Well everyone else is already drunk so we have to catch up,” you raise your third shot in the air as a toast and then throw back the drink, the burn of the tequila sliding down your throat and settling into your stomach and you feel already more at ease.

“True dat.” Jenny responds as you order more drinks before meeting up with your friends who are in the middle of burning up the dance floor.

“Josie!” They cheer as you arrive and you sandwich yourself between your friend Eva and another girl named Flora as you begin dancing with them.

…..

You’re unsure about how much time has passed but after a few more drinks, you feel the alcohol running through you and your thoughts begin running wild. Your mind flashes back to Sam and anger begins filling up your senses. Though a small part of your brain says you’re thinking irrationally, the rest of your brain is fueled with both frustration and alcohol and before you know it, you’re standing in the corner of the club with your phone in your hand.

….

Sam and Robin sit in Sam’s office working through some documents until Sam’s phone begins vibrating and her screen flashes with messages.

“Jesus, it’s almost 1am, who the hell in texting you now?” Robin raises an eyebrow at her sister while Sam continues examining the papers in front of her, her eyes never tearing away as she retorts, “not important. Focus.” Her tone reprimanding as the two women fall back into silence until Sam’s phone buzzes again breaking the silence in the room.

“For god sakes check your phone it might be important.”

Sam sighs, and slams her papers onto the desk before picking up her phone and she sees your name on her screen and sees she has left several voice messages. All the anger dispels from her face as she unlocks her phone and brings it up to her ear after pressing play.

“Heeeeeey Saaaaam.’

Sam chuckles, at the sound of your voice, your words are slightly slurred and your voice is quite low as the message plays.

“I juss wanna say that I was thinking, aaand it occurred to me, why are you getting so mad at me when you kissed me?” Your tone at this point in the message is filled with anger and as you keep rambling on Sam’s eyes hastily snaps to Robin, who’s preoccupied with her document she hasn’t heard your voice over Sam’s phone.

“And you know what? Screw you! If I wanna have fun then I’ll have fun, I don’t need you controlling me.” Sam clenches her jaw, anger swelling up inside of her as she abruptly stands from her chair, grabbing her keys while Robin shouts out after her sister, “where the hell are you going?”

…..

After slipping a hundred dollar bill to the bouncer so she can skip the line, Sam observes the club’s surroundings, until her gaze catches sight of you on the dance floor dancing with a random club goer. She internally debates whether she should interrupt you but when the stranger places her hand on your waist Sam pushes all thoughts aside and begins charging onto the dancefloor. You’re so engrossed in your dancing that you don’t realise Sam’s presence until you hear her soft voice in your ear and you jerk your head back to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“Sam! What are you doing here?”

Something flashes in Sam’s eyes, and this time you know what it is, jealousy and it is a green eyed monster alright. Her darkened eyes bore into yours as your arms are still wrapped around the stranger’s who’s too drunk to notice Sam.

“Let’s go.” Sam reaches out to take your arm before you jolt back, placing a distance between you and the CEO.

“No I wanna stay.” Like a child you stomp and cross your arms, pouting at the CEO.

“Where are you friends? Where’s Jenny?”

You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m dancing with…” your mind struggles to remember the name of the person whom you were just dancing with so you sloppily wave your hand over at the girl, which just seems to frustrate Sam more.

“You’re drunk Josie, let’s get you home.” She takes a step forward until the stranger takes a step towards Sam placing her hand on the CEO’s chest.

“Do you know her?” the stranger speaks over her shoulder, as her hand remains firmly on Sam’s chest.

“Take your hand off me right now before we have a problem,” though she keeps a cool stoic expression, the tone in Sam’s voice sparks with threat and the stranger removes her hand retreating from the encounter. “Alright let’s go.” Sam takes out her hand and you bitterly accept it, letting the CEO maneuver you out of the club and ushering you into the front seat of her car. “Are you gonna be okay? Do you feel like throwing up?”

“Just take me home,” slightly mortified by your childish behaviour at the club you turn away from Sam and lean your head against the window and soon your eyelids start feeling heavy and you let the sleep consume you.

You’re woken up by a gentle shake by Sam, a worried expression etched on her face as her hand rubs comforting circles on your shoulder. “Where are we?”

“Home. Here let me help you out.” Sam exits the car and comes around the other side opening the door and wrapping an arm around your waist. She easily hoists you up and you lean on her, steadying your weight as you place an arm around her shoulder. “Okay we’re gonna start walking now.” She carefully takes you into the building and you make your way into the elevator and soon you’re back at home. Sam carefully sets you on your bed and moves towards your feet, delicately removing your heels before tucking you into the duvet.

“Thank you Sam,” your voice a whisper as you feel yourself slipping back into a sleep, Sam smiles and gently kisses your forehead and soon you’re passed out again. Sam moves into the hallway taking out her phone bringing it to her ear. She replays the last voice message you sent her, her eyes glimmering with bliss as she listens to your words.

“You have some nerve telling me to have fun tonight. I mean how can I have fun when I keep thinking of you? That kiss on the rooftop.” You let out a humourless laugh, “that freaking kiss. I can’t stop thinking about it and I hate you for it. I hate that you’re on my mind all the time and how badly I want you. I hate that you make me so vulnerable. I may not be some fancy business woman like Sofia but at least I’m someone who genuinely cares about you. And I know you care about me too, so I don’t care that you’re engaged to some freaking robot. Because I know what we have is real and I-.” In the background you hear Jenny’s voice cut through and the voice message hastily ends but Sam looks down at her phone, eyes filled with hope because she knows she feels exactly the same.

#playchoices #the nanny affair #sam x mc #sam dalton #female sam dalton

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mynotsohealthyobsession · 3 years

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Tacos

Book: Bloodbound

Words: 2.171

Warning: Fluff / Hopefully mostly funny / Mention of alcohol / Slightly NSFW / Mention of death

**Tags in the reblog**

"I'm fine, really!" Amy affirmed, walking backwards ahead of them.

"You are drunk, love." It was the first time that Adrian had seen her like this. She and Lily wanted to try a new club so they had organized a night out in the city. They had invited him to join them and also tortured Kamilah with messages and calls until she accepted. The place was a huge and modern nightclub but what made it appealing to them was the bar with strong drinks, some of them with fresh or synthetic blood, made exclusively for vampires. "And considering our metabolism, it's truly impressive."

"Nooo, I'm just a little tipsy." She smiled, giggling when her foot stepped on a slope of the sidewalk, stumbling. Adrian rushed beside her, his arm firmly securing her waist, holding her before she fell. She suddenly stopped, looking at the group with an exaggerated concerned face. "Oh my god, do vampires have hangovers?" Lily, who was walking behind them, hanging her arm around the shoulders of a very irritated Kamilah, looked at her friend, melodramatic gasping. She wasn't as drunk as Amy but just for one or two drinks.

"That's such a good question!" She turned to her side, trying to focus on Kamilah's face. "Do we Kami?"

"Aaaww, Kami sounds so cute!" Amy said, happily grinning.

"Do not call me like that." She snarled and Adrian couldn't avoid laughing at her reaction. He had known her for almost 300 years and Lily and Amy had managed to make her more annoyed in just one night than he had ever seen. "And we don't. Even if you two deserve it. The effect will fade in a few hours."

"Yes!" Amy lifted her arm as she and Lily attempted to high five each other, their hands going through the air, missing each other's palm. Badly. "Ugh. Stop moving Lil!"

"Am I?" She looked confused. "You are who--" She suddenly squealed and her eyes widened with joy. "Look! Tacos!" She pointed forward to a small Mexican restaurant.

"Let's go for tacos!" Amy exclaimed excitedly, heading to the dinner, but Adrian held her, gently stopping her.

"You need to calm down until the influence of the alcohol passes, Amy." He glanced at Lily, pointedly. "You both."

"But I want tacos." She pouted at him, her big brown eyes focusing on him, looking like he had denied her the most precious and essential thing in the world.

"I want tacos too, Kami."

Adrian looked at Kamilah who simply snorted and nodded, resigned. "What about if we get take-out? For you and Lily." He suggested. After all, neither of them was in a state to sit in a restaurant.

"And no more alcohol." Kamilah severely told them.

"But I want tequila! You can't eat tacos without tequila!" Lily whined, angrily insisting.

"Or mojitos." Amy contributed, seriously.

"For now, let's go just for the food, love." He affectionately squeezed her waist and she smiled up at him, loosening wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Reasons like this are why I love you." She planted a sloppy smooch on his check.

"I'm glad you do." He moved a strand out of her face and kissed her forehead. "And I love you too." They headed to the place, a small but welcoming space with only a few tables. Luckily the service was fast and only a few minutes later, they were walking again. Amy observed him seriously as Lily talked to no one in particular about some videogame, without making sense.

"You know… I get why people call you pretty boy." Adrian lifted his eyebrow at her. "You are so pretty. And hot. Pretty hot." She giggled at her own joke.

"Good one." Kamilah said, rolling her eyes as Lily continued with her monologue about why one game was the best, even though she was talking about three, mixing up the plots.

"You are pretty hot too, Amy." She was wobbling less, her state slowly returning to normal, intently watching him. "What is it?"

"I was remembering the first time we had sex."

"Oh?"

"You were sooo hot." Adrian smirked as she bit down her lip, lasciviousness in her eyes. "The way you moved your mouth to my--"

"I don't need to hear this." Kamilah interrupted her. "Keep your libido to yourself until your place." The building of their penthouse had appeared in front of them a couple minutes ago, closer, but still not nearby.

"Fine." Amy took his hand, giving it a tug, and walking forward with determination. "Come on, Adrian! Let's go have sex!" Kamila sighed exasperatedly as Lily happily cheered her.

"What about the tacos?" He questioned her and she stopped, trying to figure out the situation as he smiled, taking her waist again, gently making her keep walking.

"First the tacos. Then sex." She nodded to herself, content with her decision. "In the living room."

"Both things?" He was amused at the seriousness that she was analysing the situation.

"Of course not!" She shook her head as he had said the most ridiculous thing. "First, the tacos in the dining room and then, sex in the living room." She paused, thinking for a moment. "On the couch."

"For god’s sake…" Kamilah murmured, tightly holding Lily's shoulder, guiding her forward, avoiding the distractions in front of every store. "Don't encourage her."

Adrian kissed the side of her head, pulling her a little closer to him, quietly chuckling. "Marvelous plan, love." She looked satisfied with herself, like she had solved the most complex theory on the planet. He couldn't wait to see her reaction later when this whole conversation returned to her memory once she was sobered up.

By the time they arrived at the front door of the building, Amy was burned out, all the energy rush finally leaving her body, leaning her head against his shoulder as he talked with Kamilah.

"I'll take care of this one." She pointed at Lily, still holding her.

"Thanks Kamilah." Amy weakly wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face. He tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her a bit more closer to his chest. "I hope you have fun." He added, mockingly smiling as Kamilah rolled her eyes, walking away, with a still very awake and chatting Lily. He nudged her softly with his shoulder, gently calling her attention, shifting his face to observe her. "Amy… We are here."

"Mmmh?" She opened her eyes just a bit. "Are we at home?"

"Yes." She sighed, disengaged her arms from him, slowly pulling away.

"Thank god… My feet hurt." She tiredly said as he kept holding her waist.

"Just a little more, love." They walked through the impeccable marble lobby of the building, their steps echoing around them, as she discreetly yawned. "Good night, Robert." He greeted the doorman

"Hi Rob!" Amy happily waved at him. In just a couple hours after they moved to the building, she had become friends with him.

"Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Raines." The old man nodded at them, flashing a warm smile as the private elevator unlocked its metallic doors and they marched inside. As soon as the door closed, Amy was snuggling against him again, her eyes flushing closed once more. She let him guide her inside the apartment.

"I think I drank too much…" She mumbled, without breaking her hold on him.

"You did." He placed the tacos' bag on the table beside the door and led his fingers softly to caress her cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah… Just tired…" She kicked her heels off still holding him, smiling when his hand gently and soothly touched the skin of her back, following the line of her spine as far as the deep cleavage of the black dress allowed him. "...You are so comfy…" She mumbled, yawning again and slowly falling asleep. He tenderly slipped his other arm under her knees, lifting her. She nestled in his embrace, immediately dozing off as he carried her towards their bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed. He went towards the walk-in closet, taking off his clothes and changing into a pair of sweatpants, searching a fluffy blanket in his way to cover her.

Adrian went to the kitchen, carrying the bag with the food, moving it to a plate that he placed inside the fridge. He dropped the empty packages in the trash and took her heels, still beside the door, and returned to the bedroom, leaving them in her side of the closet. Amy turned and hugged the pillow below her, profoundly asleep, quietly snoring. He smiled at her. The clock on the nightstand marked 4 am, the sunrise wouldn't be until a few hours later.

With a cup of coffee in hand, he leaned his forearms against the balcony, watching the city around him, the corners of his lips up, grinning. After so many years of darkness and fighting, everything was finally in peace, including their lives. In the last few years, the most stressful situation they had faced was his foray into politics. That, compared to all that they had gone through, was harmless. They were finally safe. He stood there, the soft summer breeze brushing his skin and hair as the noise of the city that never sleeps filled the silence. An hour or so later, he turned his back to the view, smiling at Amy walking barefoot towards him, stirring and wearing the t-shirt that used to be his and her favorite to sleep with. "Hi, love."

"Hi, handsome." She cupped his cheeks, sweetly kissing him.

"How do you feel?" She leaned beside him, his arm sneaking around her shoulders.

"Grateful that we can't be hungover. My human self would be having a pretty hard time right now." He chuckled. "I'm sorry you had to deal with it."

"Don't worry." He looked at her playfully, smirking. "Your drunk version was all over me so…" He winked as she giggled, a little embarrassed. "You still want the tacos?"

"Tacos? What ta--" She stopped half-sentence, understanding passing through her eyes. "I made you buy tacos, didn't I?"

"You did. You extorted me with your best puppy eyes." She groaned, shaking her head, as he lowered his arm towards her waist, still smiling, quietly laughing. "You and Lily wanted them. Very excitedly, I must say."

"It used to be my hungover comfort food." A sigh escaped from her lips. "Old habits die hard I guess." She suddenly looked at him, widening her eyes, clearly remembering something else. "Please tell me that I did not said aloud that we were going to have sex in the couch after eating the tacos and that is just my imagination."

"I told you you were all over me." He kissed her temple, his mouth curved in an amused but loving grin, as she let out a sound that was a mix of grunt and laugh.

"Oh god… Do I want to know what more I did?" Adrian chuckled.

"Probably not." She covered her face with her hands, a low and muffled giggling came from behind them.

After a while, her arms fell to her side and her smile turned sad. "Jax would have loved that bar…" Her voice came quietly after a silent pause, each word filled with grief.

He squeezed her waist softly. Every time someone said his name, Adrian felt a pinch of pain, as always happened when he lost someone close to him. He had a profound respect for Jax, as a person, leader, and fighter. But what he felt the most, was gratefulness. Jax had protected what he loved the most, like he hadn't loved in almost 300 years. He had sacrificed his life for Amy, saving her like Adrian never could do and for that, he would be eternally thankful. "He definitely would have."

"I miss him." She sadly mumbled.

"I know, Amy." He left the empty cup on the balcony's rail and pulled her closer, tightly hugging her, pressing his lips against her forehead, affably kissing her. "We all do." They stood holding each other until his eyes observed the sky, clearer than before. He gently separated from her, placing a brief but loving kiss on her lips. One of his hands slipped inside hers, her fingers closing around his, and the other grabbing the cup once more. "We should go inside. It's almost the sunrise." She nodded.

"Thanks for coming tonight, Adrian." She sweetly smiled at him as they headed to the apartment. "I hope drunk Amy didn't give you too many problems."

"Anytime, love. She was a delight." His lips brushed her knuckles. "And no matter what, you will never be a problem."

"Let's see if in fifty years you still feel this way." She joked, playfully nudging his side.

"Even in a hundred and fifty years I will feel like this for you. Even for drunk Amy." She giggled as he grinned at her. "I already told you you are my eternity, Mrs. Raines."

"And you are mine, Mr. Raines."

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Business (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios)

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they’re the property of Pixelberry Studios as well)

Warnings: angst, smut

Rating: Mature

Author’s note: I’m not a native English speaker, I’m sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

Just like I promised, I'm posting the third chapter of the story 😄 I'll do my best to post the rest of the fic in the future. I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't mind that it’s so long 😂💖

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Chapter 3

"Let me go!"

Despite all the power put into the scream, words had been stolen by the infinity of the forest. The only sounds echoing in the darkness were the drumming of hooves and loud breaths coming out from both: rider and his horse.

Just when the man thought that he managed to escape the jaws of death, some impossibly strong creature knocked him off from the saddle. His body flew in the air before hitting the ground, breaking bones.

The young, chestnut stallion stopped galloping as soon as he sensed the lack of weight of his owner on the saddle. This well-trained creature turned around, ready to stand by the side of the man that groomed him since he was only a foal.

But at the time he got closer to the owner, something emerged from the shadows, sneaking up toward them. The horse's ears went wild, moving in different directions. He lifted his head high, getting a better perception of the surroundings as all of his muscles tensed, ready to react.

That's when a harsh red light flashed in the middle of the road in front of them. Despite all the previous courage, the presence of an unusual for the horse predator awoke his instincts.

Instincts that were saying to run away as fast as possible.

The dust picked up around the wounded man, and all he was able to hear was the neighing of the stallion. The sound was slowly fading away, deeper into the embrace of the forest.

"Seems that not even a horse is willing to help you," a feminine, harsh voice came straight from the direction of the crimson light. "I got the order. You must know how these work."

He was her target, a prey to hunt down for her master, her creator.

She had been said to look for the leader of the village in this part of the land. There was a prophecy saying about the downfall of vampires. It pointed at this specific person becoming the cause of it one day.

Her master wanted to take care of it in advance. To make sure that vampires will remain at the end of the food chain for much longer.

So there she was, just doing her part of the job.

"My wife..." the man managed to speak, being interrupted by his own blood, making him choke. "My wife is pregnant, I need to be there..." another spit of blood, "...for her and my child."

The vampire approached the begging man. Just to kneel down, so she would be able to look directly in his eyes. To see his fear and unsureness about the future of his family.

"Oh..." a seemingly sympathetic tone escaped her mouth.

Just to be followed by the dagger aimed straight in his heart.

"...but you will not."

***

Hesitation hit Amy along with the cold air of the evening right after she got out of her car.

Words said during the meeting echoed inside her mind, filling the space with doubt. She was well aware that her attitude during the gathering might have caused the end of this collaboration before it even started. That she might have just ruined the deal on which depended a lot.

Only because her pride had to win... once again.

It was the hour of her meeting with Kamilah. To her surprise, the place that she sent her to wasn't the building of Ahmanet Financial by itself. Instead, she got the address to one of the fanciest neighborhoods in New York.

Amy drove there on her own without bodyguards. She didn't let her parents know about any of what happened so far. In that case, she needed to deal with the situation on her own, praying that she would have only good news to share with them later.

Full of hope, she stepped into the elevator typing the guests' code that Ms. Sayeed sent her earlier that day.

"Now, try to fix it, Amy," she mumbled quietly.

***

The elevator stopped, and doors opened with a loud click sound.

Did she invite me to her penthouse? Amy asked herself in thoughts, stepping inside unsurely, slowly taking in the picture before her eyes.

Her steps were quiet. After walking through a short corridor, she found herself in a spacious living room with a view of the dining table and the open kitchen.

But there was no sign of the apartment owner.

With typical for her curiosity, she looked over the place. The girl was educated in interior design enough to admire a modernly stylized space. The colors around her were outweighed by black, light grey white on the walls and dark, deep browns of the furniture. Here and there, she noticed some accessories in the faint shade of lavender. Everything created a well-balanced contrast, pleasing to the eye.

After a while of waiting, Amy couldn't hold herself any longer, and she slowly approached the dresser that caught her eye from the start. What especially got her attention was an old photograph of the CEO of Ahmanet Financial and some strangers posing in the picture, all smiling. She assumed that the photo showed Kamilah in the company of friends.

But the only person she recognized from it was Adrian. He looked exactly the same as when she met him for the first time. The only difference was visible in his clothes. Everyone in the picture seemed to wear garments that had been taken straight from a different era.

Was it taken during some kind of costume party? Or maybe just a long time ago, but... how long? The girl put her purse aside to place one of her fingers on the picture, tracing over its surface, lost in thoughts.

"I can see you're the nosey one," a deep whisper made her jump in surprise.

Amy turned around quickly, almost knocking the picture by doing so. Just to face a smirking Kamilah Sayeed standing right there with her arms crossed. The girl's heartbeat increased from sudden shock, making her attempt to compose herself fail badly.

"Oh," Amy felt her cheeks reddening without permission, "I thought you were in a bathroom, or..." she was making excuses, but it got her thinking.

Why didn't she notice the woman sooner?

"I was watching you," Kamilah answered like she was reading her mind just by staring intensively at the girl. "Let me invite you to my office."

After a moment of hesitation, Amy decided to leave her concerns for some other time. So she followed this tall, mysterious woman, getting further into the apartment.

She found herself amazed by how different this room was decorated in comparison to the rest of them. It was way more cozy and old fashioned there between these four walls decorated with ancient artifacts.

"I'm surprised to see you alone," Kamilah stood behind the desk, inviting Amy to take a seat in front of her with a hand gesture.

Documents had been already arranged, waiting for her to read them. But suddenly, Amy lost her previous boldness. Out of nowhere, she felt intimidated by the presence of this absolutely beautiful woman.

"I'm not always surrounded by them," the girl tried to focus on the files as the following words slipped out of her mouth without her knowledge, "I'm a grown-up."

Kamilah smirked slightly at this but did not make a comment. Instead, she sat down and let Amy read the new contract that she had prepared for her.

***

Finally, Amy picked up a pen after she read the whole deal several times to make sure she understood everything clearly. She signed it and put the pen aside, having a hard time looking at Kamilah's face.

"Could you stop?" Amy whispered with unusual shyness in her voice.

"Excuse me?" Kamilah's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she didn't take her eyes off the girl.

"You were staring this whole time," Amy did her best to not drop her gaze. "And you're still doing this," she blushed uncontrollably, making the woman smirk with satisfaction.

Kamilah's shoulders lifted and fell with a short yet deep breath. She reached for the documents just to put them on her side of the desk, giving the girl a short break from her stare.

Just to intimidate her with it again a second after.

"Dear...Amy," she started with a pause. "Is that how you'd like to be addressed?"

"It's up to you, Miss Sayeed," thoughts screamed inside the girl's head, judging her for the lack of courage.

"Kamilah," the woman corrected her before continuing. "I was wondering... Your family tree is a truly generous one."

The girl stayed silent, waiting for the rest, but Kamilah clearly expected her reaction.

"It... certainly is," unsureness grew in her chest.

"For centuries, every single newborn in Paines family," Kamilah leaned back on the chair. She twirled her hair around one of her slim fingers, "was a boy, am I right?"

Amy's body stiffened slightly, but she forced herself to nod calmly in response. But her mind worked faster from then on. She started paying more attention to the topic of their conversation. Because they were touching some delicate matters.

Dangerous matters.

"You are very well protected by your family," Kamilah was circling around the subject mercilessly. "Your parents trust you with their business," she tilted her head slightly to the side. "That must mean you are fully informed in the type of clients they are working with."

Oh my god, I am so stupid, Amy cursed herself.

At that same time, her right hand slowly traveled up her thigh. Her dress was designed with a little pocket on the side. Big enough to hide there a small object without arousing suspicion.

In this situation, even such a small wooden stake was good enough for self-defense.

"And yet, you're here." Kamilah squinted her eyes, letting the whisper to escape her lips. "All alone."

It was too much.

Amy stood up, ready to run, but she wasn't fast enough.

The girl wasn't a fool. She knew too well that she could never be faster than any of them. But it was the last chance left for her.

And it still failed.

In a split of a second, she was pushed against the wall with her hands firmly held down her sides. Making it unable to escape even if she dared to put up a fight.

Kamilah's shining eyes moved from the girl's eyes to her lips, following the path of the vein pulsing on her neck. Corners of her lips curled up as she looked down at Amy's right hand. Her fingers moved along.

"And what, care to tell," she ripped the stick out of Amy's grip, "were you planning to do with this?" Kamilah threw the weapon away, filling the room with the hollow sound of the wood hitting the floor.

"I..." Amy tried to calm down her breathing. "I know what you are."

It made the woman close the distance between them even more, their bodies almost touching.

"Enlighten me," Kamilah opened her mouth a little, letting her tongue run over her sharp teeth.

Amy swallowed hard at the view, trying to get her body under control, without success.

Finally, she managed to look into the woman's eyes, noticing a spark of crimson in them.

"You're a monster," words escaped her lips without hesitation.

Kamilah's eyes changed to red in a flash as a performance of power.

But to her surprise, the view didn't make an impression on Amy.

Actually, it caused quite the opposite reaction. The closeness of Kamilah's body suddenly changed from threatening to intimate, spreading heat inside the girl.

The woman leaned down since she was a little bit taller, bringing her lips closer to Amy's ear.

Close enough to let her hear the whisper.

"Are you afraid?" her breath teased sensitive skin on Amy's neck.

The girl closed her eyes for a moment, knowing how bad this situation was for her. Knowing that the anticipation created inside her was easily perceptible for the woman standing just an inch away from her.

That she shouldn't even question her own feelings. She wasn't supposed to react this way around the vampire. Any of them, there was no exception.

At least she thought so until that day.

"I'm not," she almost moaned the answer when Kamilah's hands moved to her waist, eagerly pulling her closer.

Their lips met, letting them taste each other's warmth.

Kamilah teased her, fastening and deepening the dance of her tongue, just to slow down soon after. To step back, waiting for Amy to follow.

The girl climbed on her toes, wanting Kamilah's lips closer, wanting to feel the ecstasy of this feeling forever. She attempted to touch the woman's face after freeing one of her hands. Just to find herself being turned around with an impossible power in response. She waited patiently this time, pressed against the wall with hands behind her back.

"I want to hear you moan," Kamilah whispered into her ear, thrusting from behind.

Amy's dress raised up dangerously, showing her legs, giving access to her skin. Kamilah let go of her hands, and instead, wandered her fingertips all over the girl's exposed thighs, making her writhe under this touch. Making her place both hands on the wall in an attempt to steady herself.

She was breathing heavily, indeed. But that was not what Kamilah expected from her.

And she wanted to make it clear only one more time.

"I said something," her voice sounded a little harsher than before.

Kamilah's hand moved on the inside of Amy's thigh, squeezing. While the other one came impossibly close to the girl's underwear, which was already soaked more than she suspected it to be.

At that point, Amy couldn't hold it anymore, didn't really try either. She moaned through her gritted teeth, moving her hips to feel the woman's fingers more.

"That's a good girl," Kamilah smirked, leaning down to move her tongue on Amy's earlobe.

From there, she moved lower, placing kisses on her nape, moving her blonde hair away from her skin. As she made sure to leave hickeys on her neck, her fingers were teasingly playing with the material of the lingerie. Amy's moans became more urging, revealing her growing impatience.

Desire to finally feel it.

Her aching for the touch.

"You have no clue how much it takes from me," Kamilah muttered into her skin, "to not devour you right now."

These last words were like a dash of cold water that Amy needed at that moment.

She tensed immediately, causing Kamilah to stop touching her. The woman didn't assume to misunderstand her signs earlier, but obviously, something made the girl change her mind.

Amy freed herself from Kamilah's grip, pulling the dress down with shaking hands, trying to cover her exposed skin. To cover thighs that she wanted to have touched so badly only a moment ago.

"I should go," she blinked a few times to collect her thoughts.

"Easy, darling," Kamilah was astonished by this unexpected shift. "I assure you, I won't bite," her appearance showed unusual for her concern.

But Amy was already moving back, making her steps to the way out.

She felt so stupid.

So reckless.

"I..." she couldn't find the right words.

So she chose to say nothing, walking out of the room in a hurry. Vanishing like a scared teenager.

Leaving the woman in her office completely alone.

"That was... unexpected," Kamilah said out loud, pouring herself a glass of gin.

***

A piercing scream signaled her destination.

The well-known scent of blood teased her nostrils, leading toward the source.

After barely a moment, she found herself standing between the buildings of the village, looking at the scene through the window from afar. She heard the faint heartbeat of the woman in labor, growing weaker with every passing second.

"There's no point in saving her, fools," the vampire muttered to herself, ready to turn around.

But something inside her broke.

The feeling remained for barely one short second, obligating her to save this family. Like she owed it to the man that she left behind in the forest.

Without thinking any longer, she used her vampire speed to get inside the building.

To move among people gathered around her target as if she was a ghost. A nothingness that left behind only a gust of wind that was immediately blamed on the open window.

She moved quickly enough to cut her wrist with one of her fangs, letting a few drops of it leak inside a bottle placed on the desk. Poisoning the purity of the water with a deep shade of red.

Just to disappear soon after into the darkness like the shadow that should have never left it.

The vampire ran fast, distancing herself from the place before she could feel the regret inside her chest. Repressing the disappointment in herself because she just broke the most important rule that all of them had sworn to obey.

Humans should never, under any circumstances, feed on vampires' blood.

Maybe if she stayed there a little bit longer, she would know that her efforts were in vain. Despite all the power her blood contained, it was not enough to save the woman. Her heart was too weak to survive the labor.

It stopped beating, just to leave the village and the forest around it with the burden of silence.

But at that moment, the peace of the night was disturbed one last time with a sound of hope.

Weeping of a newborn.

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