The Crimson Proposition

The year was 1924, and the Harlem Renaissance had just emerged from the hidden depths of stagnant silence. It had lit up the country like wildfire, and for a woman like me, born deep in the pages of the greatest literary works, it had created a world for me to thrive. My mother and father had left me everything, and yet none of it could I take benefit from before the Renaissance awakened a need for soft brown skin in the world. tonight, Mr. Armstrong was blowing ten trumpets, and I just had to be in the front row. My hair was pressed, and clean, and the white dress I wore was crisp and ironed. Watching the bands, and listening to the music was only the beginning of the show. It was watching the amazed faces of the white skins that really woke me to something new. They were listening, they were smiling, and they were impressed. Who knew someone of dark skin could possess so much talent? And who knew that it was during the time of the big bands that I was to be locked away, tucked deep in the folds of a soft breeze and lullaby? It was this night that everything changed. Everything was not the same.

Chicago was the most beautiful and animated city at the time, and when I had chosen to leave the big band's performance that cold January evening, nothing prepared me for being mugged. I was such a pretty gal, that usually I escaped from dangerous situations, especially since the coachman whom my daddy employed kept a close eye on me. But after daddy's death, the coachman didn't stay around long after his job was done, and I was swept up like dust under a rug as soon as he pulled off the roadside of the Chicago theatre. I was grabbed from behind, my arms twisted and raised above my head, and my purse had been ripped from my side, the pearl beads bursting as they hit the ground. In the alley, I was pushed and forced into a small clearing, and I could hear the ripping of my dress and felt the wetness of the urine-soaked ground seeping into the ruffles along my bare ankles. I couldn't scream, my mouth was covered by a leather-gloved hand, and he was so strong he lifted me off of my feet and tossed me against a wheely dumpster. I cradled my aching body, and in an instant...it was over.

The sound of crushing bones and screams made my eyes snap open and wet grime splashed onto my face. I touched my cheek and stared at my fingers in the darkness as if I could see, and I could not. But with the smell of iron, I knew the wetness was blood. I looked up, and a dark shadow stood above me, it's back to me, a fine suit fitted to taught muscular arms, and a crisp white blouse buttoned to his neck. The black tophat was slightly leaned to the side, and the man cocked his head upward at the sound of my gasp of surprise. He turned to me. He glanced at me, up and down, as if to say "what are you?" and I stared helplessly back. He knelt then, dusting off a drop of blood on his knee.

"When the time comes..." His dark and sultry voice made my spine tingle in a most terrifying way. "You will repay me for this debt." In his eyes there was the most terrible blue ring, that instantly changed to red. I swallowed so hard and so fast that I felt I was choking myself with my own fear. I nodded hard, and he accepted it as acknowledgment, and within a breath, he was gone. Perhaps it was strange to leave so soon, without a threat if I refused, without knowledge of my name and home, without the reassurance that I would not go back upon this deal.

I remained in the alley until a new coach was sent for me, and I took it home. The sound of the big band was still in my ears, and I pondered upon it for hours. I was only ten and six that evening, and no woman should be escorted at such a young age without a man for protection, but I felt fearless and foolishly so. He returned, the man, the dark, aphotic man. And it was not for a simple reparation, but for something much worse. I dared not deny him, I was too afraid for it. But he returned for me regardless, and upon his demands, I accepted. And since I have remained...trapped, captured and bound to him.
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Present Day


The view from so high was absolutely beautiful. Ahmina stood at the window of the two hundred floor business building and stared at the beautiful city below without blinking, not wanting to lose one second of its peace. She softly sipped her coffee, and gently settled the mug down upon the desk before turning back to the work at hand. A soft knock upon her office door made her eyes lift and she motioned for her young secretary to enter. The girl was young and beautiful, but it was her innocence that made Ahmina like her enough to keep her around.

"Mrs. Fortiere, I have completed the appointment calendar for the week. Is there anything else you need before I go?" she asked with a smile that didnt reach her eyes. The girl was in college, an intern, and despite being felt up at the office party yesterday, she still showed up to work. Ahmina had seen what her cousin-by-marriage had done to the poor girl, but the last thing she needed was to start another dispute with the family. She was known for being complicated which is why her husband Etan kept her around. Not that they made much of a marriage, they only met for nights like this, one in which the entire family was required to attend. After dismissing the secretary, Ahmina packed her bag and called down for her car.

The lengthy elevator ride was enough time for her to find clarity, and by the time she had entered her car and was driven around the long car garage she had finally found within herself the proper words to address Etan. She would refuse his family's request to find him a second wife. He was such an unforgiving man, that the last three women he had chosen refused him, and somehow ended up dead or worse, some sort of half-changed ghoul. It was clear that the only way Etan was able to settle upon a wife was by a great debt, one in which Ahmina herself had fallen into so many years ago. She despised Etan for it, but gladly vampires of his dying sort had no heart, and could not possess love. He was born a vampire, and was never human, so it was impossible for him to feel compassion or love.

When the car arrived at the Fortier estate, she released a deep sigh. Entering the foyer and tossing her overcoat to the arms of the footman she made a quick dash for the liquor cabinet. Pouring the stiffest gin, she took a gulp before a soft hand pressed against her back. She turned to see Etan standing there, his eyes in a very unhappy way and his lips turned down in a frown. He took the glass from her hands and tossed the gin out of the nearby open window. "Are you trying intentionally to piss her off?" He whispered in a harsh voice. Lowering her gaze she shook her head. Even after so many years, he still treated her as if she was a child, helpless and stupid.

"And you're late." He finished off as he forcefully placed his hand behind her back and pushed her toward the dining room. "Everyone is waiting, the council will speak to our future. I don't understand why you continue to follow the beat of your own drum around here, Ahmina." he stopped her before the door to the dining room. Inside she could hear his family's sultry voices. "Whatever the council plans, you will adhere to it. Our time for battling their every desire for me is over. We are desperate for blood, and as the leader of the family I have no choice but to supply them or I will be dethroned as Viscount. Is that what you want?" he asked firmly his hand on her arm.

"Of course not-"

"Then fucking act like it!" He said firmly. Feeling his scolding, she lowered her head. "Fucking smile." He demanded. She smiled softly at him and he met her smile with his own. He opened the doors and ushered her in. he pulled out her chair and she sat as he offered, and he sat at the head of the table, glancing at the council members and elders of the family. He raised his glass for a toast, ushering the beginning of the Fortiere meeting.

Julia sat with her legs neatly tucked under her. She was lounging on the sofa of her small flat. Her cat, Dutch, curled up against her side. Her fingers tapped softly on her keyboard, not typing. “I can’t do it. I can’t figure out why the girl rejects the love interest. There just isn’t a reason.” She grumbled as she glared at her computer.

“Maybe he has a dark secret that comes to light. Like a child. Or he’s a killer?” Her best friend Jace chuckled from her kitchen. Jace and Julia had been rooming together since they graduated. The small flat was comfortable for the two of them, especially since Jace had made a loft like are for her. She loved it. It was full of books and plants. “Jules, you have to figure it out. Your first book was perfect. This one will be too if you find the conflict.” Jace chuckled walking into the living area. “What about his parents. Weren’t they against her because she is “poor”?” He asked sitting in the arm chair next to her, holding out a plate for her.

“Yeah. I mean they could threaten to cut him off. That could work.” She smiled at him. She didn’t know what she would do without him. She would starve and go insane. Jace was perfect. She smiled at him as she took the plate. Grilled cheese. “I don’t know what I would do without you. Don’t leave me!” She laughed.

“Well I may if like Johnny Depp decides he’s gay and wants me.” Jace chuckled.

“My next novel will be about you and your endless search for love!” Jules smiled at him brightly. “Maybe I’ll even let you design the love interest this time.” Jules smiled. Jace had helped Julia with her first book took. She bounced ideas off of him. She has dedicated the book to him as a thank you. Julia began writing shortly before her mom died 6 years ago. It wasn’t much at the time, but her mom had been her biggest supporter, other than Jace. When Julia published her first book she decided to use a pen name, Sophia McClarian. Her mothers middle and maiden name.

Julia had been the top of her class at the University of Manchester. Julia and Jace had fought hard against each other to be top of their class. Julia had won. Jace was second and hated it. Their whole lives were fighting against each other for first place in school. Both nerds. Both academically gifted. Jace had went for engineering where’s Julia went for writing. Two months after graduating, Julia was contacted by her professor about her submission for the final. He had submitted it to a publisher. And they wanted to publish it. Since then Julia has been struggling to keep up with the demands of her publisher.

They wanted a modern love story with old ties and a twist of fantasy. Julia decided to take the stories her mother used to tell her about the vampires. It wasn’t anything special, male vampire holding over the small towns surrounding his villa. Ruling over them with iron grip. The stories were interesting Julia. She loved when the vampire find his first wife. It was ugh a romantic story to Julia. He choose his love over his parents rejections. That’s the story she was basing her book off. Though hers would be ending happily. Not tragically.

"Elders," the viscount addressed loudly and proudly. "Family, and closest friends. My wife and I would humbly like to welcome you to Fortiere Estates once again. We shall step straight away into business, as you all are quite aware of the time at hand. First and foremost, a Thank you to my illustrious wife, Ahmina." Etan lowered his glass toward her and she smiled with a slight blush. "Creating such a warming gala last night for our most trusted human consorts. I hear it was riveting. Your contribution to this family is always refreshed by your continuous dedication." He gently took her hand and pressed his cold lips to her knuckles. She nodded slowly. That was the most affection he had ever given her in front of his family. Being intimate was never a part of their deal, so why begin so now in front of his family? But simple gestures such a kiss upon the hand or an arm around her waist was always a way to show the visage of teamwork.

"Now, on to business." Etan began to frown, his eyes lowering as the seriousness of what he was about to say settled the room to silence. "We are low on our blood supply. Have you any suggestions?"

The eyes carried from one person to the next. Ahmina stared at her wine glass filled with blood and a simple tang of wine that floated as a small top layer. She desperately wanted a drink, but were she to consume it entirely it would upset the Countess Fortiere, Etan's birth mother who sat only three seats away. The Count Fortiere was not in attendance, since he was more like an emporer of this area, and he oversaw all of the small inner tribes, and Etan owned the largest and most productive. And that is what led to this very meeting, Etan's inhabitants were draining the blood supply.

"I have a suggestion." Cousin Darren Fortiere, the sly and sex-bound bastard spoke with a spark in his dead eyes. "Creating another one of my blood clubs in the center part of the city would practically refill our entire blood reservoir."

"Cousin," Etan began. "As lucrative as your clubs are for turning humans and financial profits, it costs us more blood to keep it running than what we take in from donors."

"Then make them harvesters! I have said it many times before. But your silly wife there feels humans are valuable. What say you now, Ahmina? Now that we have been nearly starved for the last century since your joining us?"

Ahmina finally felt it right to take a slow sip of her wine. The shake in her hand proved she was desperate for a drink, and she struggled to control it before the family. She did not speak, she knew better. Ahmina never, Ever, under any circumstance spoke during a family meeting, or in the presence of the Countess. She had done so once over eighty years ago, and it was such a grave mistake that she kept silent ever since. Etan would consult her privately, following their many family meetings and squabbles, and he would steal her ideas and resolutions and never give her credit. Eventually, his family discovered his new sense of protecting the human race only emerged after marrying her and putting the puzzle pieces together.

"Why dont you speak? We are all aware you have much to say when the Countess is not around and the ears are at rest. Perhaps your pillow talk with Etan is the only reason you're still alive. I attribute our failures to this new wife."

"Watch yourself, Cousin. It would be unseemly for you to abash my wife on my grounds, would it not? And before her majesty no less?" Etan responded, coming to her aid. She took another much larger gulp of her wine. The moment she did so the Countess turned her cornered-stiff head until her striking eyes met Ahmina's. Instantly Ahmina lowered her wine glass. She glanced toward Etan, the man was only speaking up for her to prove his own dominance, not to support his useless wife.

The meeting continued this way, and Ahmina remained silent until the end. The resolution was final, and voted upon by the family, and the second it was over and the feast was complete, the family dispersed to their many corners of the home.

Ahmina rose from her seat at the table and speedily retreated to her bedroom. The plan was to convince the next blood-suppliers in the villages to raise their harvesting. Perhaps a blood drive or paying for blood from humans, supplying artificial animal blood for reasons human blood was needed for to level the supplies would suffice. Ahmina didn't give a damn what they did as long as she was left alone. Tomorrow, she would go to work early and at least escape for her usual 8 to 5pm.

Two hard wraps on the door made her turn from the large glass of gin in her hand. She had subconsciously poured it the moment she entered the room. She wanted to hide it, but she knew there was not enough time. She expected it to be Etan at the door, here to ask what she thought of the plan. To her surprise, it was the Countess instead.

"Foolish girl. Still, sipping the poison that would only twist your already nonsensible mind?" The Countess slid into the room, her large ruffled dress so uncommon for the times. She looked like a woman straight out of a harlequin novel.

"I..." She began but the countess raised her hand to silence her.

"You will do well not to deter my son from the plan to marry this woman. I have seen her, and she is truly lovely. Her family is productive in the creation of our authentic blood. I will call upon her tomorrow, and I will need your help." Ahmina simply nodded, it wasn't as if she had a chance to actually speak. "The woman I am told is a writer, single, and will be easily won. I want you to tell her that you wish to have a memoir written of your life. She will be offered enough money to supply the publishing of her future works, and of course she will refuse to decline our offer. You will bring her here to meet Etan. Convince him that she is worth his time. I will do the rest, and their union will be swift as I work quite quickly."

Ahmina frowned. "How do you even know Etan will take to this woman? And what if you wind up not liking her? If Etan falls for her then yet again you have a woman who is disagreeable with you." She didnt say this. She was thinking it. But it mattered little since the Countess could read her fucking mind.

"Ive tolerated you, havent I? Besides, if she refuses to do as I command of her, I will simply castrate her and rip out her fight, just as I have done with you." The Countess smiled evilly, and Etan entered the room.

"Mother? Will you join us for a night cap?" he asked, stepping closer to kiss her hand.

"Drinking is unladylike, my sweet son. You know I despise it." She said sending her eyes to scan Ahmina angrily. "It will soon be morning, I pray you do not stay awake too late. you need your rest for tomorrow night." She bowed to her son and exited the room.

"What did she say?" Etan asked as he grabbed a drink of his own.

"To obey, what else? I am to bring a woman to you tomorrow and convince you to wed her. Apparently she is a writer, and her family are our highest producers of blood."

"A writer? Interesting. Why can I not meet her on my own? Does my mother feel I will run her away?" Etan chuckled.

Ahmina sighed. "Of course she does. For once I agree with her. You are not the nicest of men. I'll be sure to do my best."

Etan smiled as he took a swig of his drink. "I will feed soon. Will you join me?" He asked setting his drink down and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Ahmina shook her head. "I told you, I do not feed anymore. I havent in years Etan." She reached into the small fridge in the corner of her bedroom and removed a cold bag of artificial blood.

"Truly? I guess I forgot. It has been a while has it not?" He asked watching her from behind. he could hear her heart slowing, now that the Countess was gone she seemed more comfortable, more confident. "Is there more you desire of me, Ahmina? You are never proud to see me, or to serve my family. The next wife I choose, I wish for her to be at my side, to be a companion, a true lover. I want to make her mine both in mind and body. Not a woman who only is beside me because of an eternal debt."

"Yes, Etan. Hopefully this woman is everything youve ever hoped for." She said with a sigh and continued to drink her blood bag before hearing the door close. She was not too eager to meet this new woman, she didnt look forward to seeing another innocent life ruined by the Fortiere family.

Julia sighed as she pushed her laptop closed. "Jace, you going with me to my appointment again?" She asked standing up, allowing her body to stretch.

"Why are we always donating blood?" Jace sighed.

"One, it pays well. Two, its a good deed. I mean we are helping people. Donation of blood is a good thing." She smiled at him. "Plus we can run and swing by the coffee shop on our way." She playfully winked at him. Jace had this huge crush on a guy that worked there, never said a word to him other than his order. Even with Julia trying to help him out he refused to actually ask the guy out. "I know Mr. Cutie would love to see you...or at least he does in the book I am slowly working on for you." She chuckled as she climbed the stairs to her little loft. She grabbed her sports bra, leggings, and her jogging jacket. She quickly changed and returned to the living area. Jace had gone off into him room to hopefully get ready.

"Mr. Cutie's name, at least on his tag, is Blaine. So stop calling him Mr. Cutie. Sounds childish...and he seems FAR from childish." Jace smirked leaning against the door frame. Julia quickly gave Dutch love before they left to donate. Jogging next to Jace was always fun. People tended to stare at them as they jogged by. Jace was a 6 foot tall man with deep brown hair and envy green eyes. Where Julia was a simple 5 foot 4 inches tall, blonde, blue eyed "beauty". She always hated when people just assumed she was all beauty and no brains. Jace on the other hand seemed to use his beauty for his own good. Though Julia had done it a few times, even played up the dumb blonde when she needed to. Its how Jace nicknamed her Ice Jules, for her cold and conculcated attacks on the "alpha men" she came across.

"So, any new toys in your life?" Jace asked as they waited at a cross walk.

"You know love is not what I want right now." She rolled her eyes, a smile playing at her lips.

"That's why I said toys...You are my Ice Jules. Gotta have a "alpha male" in the sights for this week." He chuckled. Julia ignored him as they began jogging again, though she was smiling. Julia was not one to believe in her fairytale romances that she wrote about...love like that doesn't happen. People aren't capable of that jump in front of a bus for my loved one, kind of love...or at least Julia had never seen it before.

As they entered the coffee shop Julia's mind went back to the stories her mother used to tell her, mainly the one about the vampire and his first true love. Julia wondered were the story's origins were from. Was it just a man who was a blood spilling noble? Was his love really murdered by burning? Every part of Julia wanted the real story...but that could never happen. Because for all she knew it was just a fairytale. Which was the most likely fact. People could write about anything their minds came up with. Aliens, Mermaids, Vampire, Werewolves, Zombies, Ghosts, Demons, Angels...Love.

Julia shook her head as she came back to. "What?" She looked at Jace.

"Lost in Julianda again?" He chuckled. Julianda was her mind...at least that's what Jace called it. "I was asking you, why you still give blood after all these years. I mean you only started because of your mom..." He trailed off.

"It was something she drilled into me. Donate every week...or as much as I could. She always talked about how blood saves people. Plus, it's a weird way for keeping her close to me. I mean it's the same with Dutch. He's not MY cat. He was her cat. Now I care for him. I love him...but its a piece of her." She leaned against the counter as they waited for their coffee. "Also we need the extra cash." Jace made good money working, so did Julia...but with her moms medical debt most of the house bills feel on Jace. Which she was grateful he took most over.

"Okay...but I find out this blood is just sitting in a cooler somewhere never being used...or worse being used for experiments...I'm coming for you." His laugh was soft.

"Pretty sure blood experiments aren't real, and if they were...why use common peoples blood. Why not use rare blood types. Like that Golden Blood...or those who have beaten illnesses." Julia smiled.

"No more medical journals for you." Jace chuckled as Blaine handed them their coffee. Julia saw a number on Jace's cup and smiled. 'You go Blaine.' she thought to herself as they walked out of the coffee shop. They walked and chatted their way to the blood donation organization. Waiting their turn was always the worst part for Julia. She wasn't a super social person on a normal day, but she could be when she wanted or needed to be...today wasn't that day. She needed to write six more chapters before this weekend or else her publisher would be on her about deadlines again.

"umm Julia...there is a number on my cup." Jace said lowly as they sat in the chairs to donate.

"I know. I saw it at the shop. Took you long enough." She smiles at him. "Text him! For the love of all that's good. TEXT that man!" she looked at him pointedly. She watched him type on his phone, smiling more. "Good Jace." She laughed.

After donating and jogging back home, Julia went up to her loft with her laptop and started working hard. She needed to get these chapters done. Dutch curled up next to her thighs and watched the words slowly appear on the screen. Jace was in the living room, watching some show about home remodeling or something, Julia didn't pay enough attention to it to really know. She faded into her own world when she started writing.

After getting off the phone with the publishing company that employed the writer, Ahmina requested from her secretary a copy of her book. The publisher sent a copy over by the next afternoon and Ahmina was slightly excited to get her hands on it. The book was actually very interesting, and she had not expected that. The woman was definitely witty and had a strong personality which is shown through all of her literary devices. She was unafraid, unhindered, and she wondered if the woman resembled such in real life.

"Set up an appointment. Perhaps she would be interested in lunch and possibly doing a biography on the Fortiere family. I guess we can make the Viscount the star of the show." Ahmina said and her secretary nodded and left to set up the meeting with the female author. It would be interesting to meet her, and Ahmina knew that if she took well to the woman, more than likely she would fire her before the book was ever penned. It would save the woman's life in the end.

"Marriage?" The mere thought of marrying a man she had never met or known before was absolutely tyrannical and ridiculous. But the man who stood before her with his large torso blocking her bedroom window and his bright blue eyes boring a hole through her soul seemed so nonchalant, as if his request was quite sane indeed. "What do you mean marriage?" She asked with her mouth agape, her hands trembling and clutching her nightrail that was barely as thin as a handkerchief and blowing in the wind. She was on her way to let in the moonlight and fresh air when the man she had spotted those many years ago had finally come to call upon the debt she had owed him.
"Please explain, how a man who saved me but twelve years ago with not utter a word other than a debt to be repaid, has somehow not aged but one day and returned upon my second floor window to demand marriage of me?" She glanced at him horrified, up and down observing his shirtless body and the taut leather pants he wore with droplets of what she presumed to be blood running down his thighs as he crouched. he frowned at her.

"I did not come to ask for your hand. I have watched you, occasionally. You have no prospects, no future, and your death is impending. I can smell it on you. The foulness is taking you over." he seemed disgusted by her presence, as if she smelled rotten. "I can tell, even your blood is foul."

"I beg your pardon?" Ahmina coughed. She tried to shoo him away. "I am not foul, I have no smell. I only just bathed." She said pointing to the emptied tin wash basin in the other room. She lowered her gaze. "Are you saying, I am ill?" She asked, and he gave a sharp nod.

"With one bite, you will be healed of it of course. And no disease would ever bother you again. Even a cough, or a simple cold. But only if you agree to marry me, now, tonight. I havent any more time to wait." Etan said firmly as he reached for her hand.

"I thought you came to reclaim a debt, not blackmail me." She said with sadness in her eyes.

"Oh?" He asked curiously. "Am I torturing you with the offer of immortality?" he asked with firmness, his eyes deeply considering her response. She swallowed deeply.

Taking his hand she shook her head. "Will it be painful?" She asked.

Etan entered her room and yanked her into his arms, his hand grasping the collar of her night gown. "Only if you fight it." he whispered and pierced her neck with his ungodly fangs, she gasped in pain and clutched his chest so tightly her nails ripped his iron flesh. She could not recall what followed, everything went dark, and she slept. She slept for a long, long time. And when she awoke, she was forever changed, and forever alone.

Julia was pulled out of her writing, her phone was ringing and Jace was waving it in front of her face. "What?" She smiled sheepishly as she saw her phone lighting up. "Oh shit...its Mrs. Carver.......She is probably calling about updates." She sighed.

She answered the phone. "Hello, Mrs. Carv.....I mean Elizabeth." She nodded a few times. "Yes, Forever Letters is going well...I was just working on it. On chapter 20 now." She cringed slightly. It wasn't a full lie. She had just started chapter 20. Her eyes widened.

"What?" Jace asked in a hushed voice. She held her hand up to him as she listened.

"Of course. I would be honored to meet her." She smiled. "Tomorrow morning at 8 am? Sounds perfect." She hung her phone up. She turned to Jace gapping. "Ahmina Fortiere wants a meeting with me tomorrow at 8 am...."

"OH MY!!!!" Jace nearly jumped out of his skin. "Are you serious?!?! She is like a consultant for like the rich, right?"

"I KNOW! She was interested in my book...I don't know what the meeting is about, but holy moly." Julia was stunned. It floored Julia that someone so high had read her book and actually wanted to meet her. Sure she had done promotions where people bought signed copies along with "book stuffers" as she called them. Her sales had been good and steady since publishing, but she didn't consider herself to be well known for The Devil's Bride, but she had an audience that were looking forwards to her next book (according to her publisher). While she was using the tale her mom used to tell her, with her own twist, it was hard work making the story not only interesting but also interesting enough to write.

"Wait isn't Ahimina married to Viscount Fortiere? Like THE VISCOUNT FORTIERE?" Jace looked at her with wide eyes.

"OMG you are right!" She started to panic. "What am I going to wear?!? JACE HELP ME!" She panicked more.

"Alright calm down. Let's think this through." He got up and started going threw her clothes. "Oh! You have the pencil skirt from the your meeting with the publisher. You can pair it with you "alpha male" ball buster top with a cardigan." He looked over at her. She shrugged.

"I mean it could work. I mean I can't really go out and buy a new outfit for this." She sighed.

"What about just some jeans, nice ones, with a night top...since knowing you, you are taking your bike." Jace chuckled.

"I think my red top, black skinnies, my jacket and my boots?" She looked at Jace. He thought for a moment and nodded.


The next morning Julia got ready. She looked at Jace as she zipped up her boots. "Tell me I will be great." She whispered.

"You will do amazing. You got this. Just tell me EVERYTHING she says." He smiled at Julia. "Please be careful." He hugged her as she left the apartment. Straddling her bike, she put her purse in the side bag. She punched in the address and started up her bike, her phone mounted safely. She drove to the office.

"Mrs. Fortiere, your 8am is waiting in the lobby." The voice of her secretary came through the speaker and Ahmina quickly caught the cell phone that had bounced out of her hand. She swiftly grabbed it and told the man on the other end goodbye in a rush. The last thing she needed was to get caught speaking with the "enemy".
"Send her in please," Ahmina said, and she adjusted her seat with all that was out of sorts and quickly stood behind her desk. She was so nervous, especially since convincing this woman to meet, marry, and impress her incorrigible husband was the purpose of their future meetings if this so called woman passed the test. The part that made her nervous though was thinking of how to convince this poor girl to become an immortal monstrosity.

"Go on in." The secretary opened the door to her office and Ahmina created a false smile. She looked the woman up and down and seemed impressed with her very fashionable outfit. She truly was beautiful. Thats one thing checked off the list.

"Good morning, its a pleasure to meet you. I hear that you are one of the most profitable writers of our time, and it is an honor to meet with you today." Stepping a bit closer she shook the woman's hand.
"If you don't mind, I have a few brief questions, and unfortunately I do not have time to...sugar coat it."

Ahmina offered a chair for the woman to sit. "My husband, Etan Fortiere is making true headway, and I as his wife have become absolutely disgusted by the many editorials written about him. I want something more personal. I was thinking that for his next birthday, presenting him with a professional autobigraphy reflecting his life." Ahmina crossed her legs and set her cell phone on her knee. "So, when I contacted my counterparts for the perfect author, your name came up on the list. before I offer the position, I wanted to know a little about you."

Ahmina attempted to keep smiling. "First, what experience do you have in Journalism, writing professionally or even publishing? Have you ever written a biography before?" She smiled widely.

Julia walked into the building, adjusting her top. She had fixed her helmet hair before hand. Her small messenger bag hanging against her left hip. She walked up to the lady at the desk. "I am here to see Mrs. Fortiere." She said in a soft voice. She waited as the woman contacted, Mrs. Fortiere. She walked in, trying to hold herself higher as she meet not just a powerful business woman, but also a Viscountess. She smiled brightly at her.

"Hello, I am Sophia McClarian." She held her hand out bowing her head slightly. She blushed slightly at the praise from her. "Than you ma'am. Of course. My time is yours." She mentally cursed herself for her over formal tone and wording.

At her gesture, Julia sat in the chair, tucking her left ankle under her right one. She listen to her talk. she wanted HER to write about the Viscount Etan Fortiere?! She was floored. There were many autobiographers out there that would happily and most definitely do a better job than her. Plus, she wanted it in a year...Julia tried to hide her fear and disappointment.

"Well, Mrs. Fortiere, I don't have any experience with journalism or publishing." She twined her hands in her lap. "I have The Devil's Bride, which is currently published. I have a few smaller works that are fiction published as well, mostly short novellas. I am working on a new book that centers around some old stories my mother used to tell me when I was a child, but I am making it my own." She took a shaky breath. "I have never written a biography for myself or an autobiography for another person. I mostly work with Romance as my main genre, though I have been pulling from others to twin with my books."

Julia looked up at the woman. "Though I would be honored to accept this offer...I just don't think I am the one who would be best for it. Especially if you wish to gift it to your husband." She smiled softly. "I would hate to be the reason the gift was unappreciated." She shook her head.

Ahmina stared at the young woman with a soft look. She listened closely, observing the womans motions and actions and listened to the words and tone the woman spoke in. She then felt her body go incredibly still as she witnessed the womans Declination of her offer. Ahmina went silent. her eyes went wide.

"Uhm..." She said softly. "You..." She tried to speak but had absolutely no way to respond. "You're refusing my request?" Ahmina tilted her head and nervously clutched her skirt. "My husband does not care to whom I choose to write a gift he has no knowledge of. And surely we will pay you for your work. If I did not believe you were suitable for this job then I never would have requested this meeting."

Ahmina knew she couldnt sweat, her body didnt produce it since she was undead. But she could definitely feel and reflect emotions, courtesy of being a bitten rather than a born. Looking down she felt her hands tremble. "If you are sure you do not wish to work with me, then I guess...I cannot convince you otherwise."

Sadly Ahmina stood. She walked over to her desk and gently took hold of her purse. She glanced out at the sunny morning, and then back to her guest. "The least you can do is meet Mr. Fortiere. If you wish to decline my offer, then do so properly. Meet my husband, and then I ask you decide if you will or will not write for us." Ahmina went into her purse and she removed a small business card. "This is the manor, our address. Please have dinner with my husband and I. After sundown. Six Pm."

Ahmina set the card on the edge of her desk toward the woman and quicly turned toward her desk drawer where a rather large bottle of gin was kept. She removed it and poured herself a glass. "The secretary will see you out. If you do not come tonight, I will accept that as your declination to work with us."

Ahmina turned to the window and took a large gulp. She was afraid to tell the Countess she had failed, but deep inside she prayed and hoped this woman wouldnt take the offer. Her life would end tonight if she did.

Julia looked at Mrs. Fortiere. She thought for a moment. "I never cared about the money when it came to writing. Its more of calling I have. Writing is what helps me to cope." She blushed slightly at her saying she believed her suitable for such an amazing opportunity. Part of her wanted to just cave right then and accept her offer, but what did she know about writing an autobiography. That was like asking Jace to write a book on sex with a female....it just wouldn't be idea.

Julia looked at Mrs. Fortiere quickly as she said that Julia did not want to work with her. "Oh, NO ma'am." She began to panic. "It isn't that I do not wish to work with you. It would be more than an honor to me to be able to work with you." She stumbled over her words as they flew out of her mouth. "I just don't know what I would be doing when it came to writing an autobiography. The closest thing I have ever came to such a topic is when I wrote a 50 paged paper on the local vampire legions, I am sure you know the one." She chuckled softly, running her hands through her hair.

She watched Mrs. Fortiere closely as she moved around. When she handed her the card Julia was dumbstruck. "Meet....the Viscount....and you....for...dinner..." She stammered. What the hell would she wear to a FUCKING DINNER WITH THE VISCOUNT AND THE VISCOUNTESS! She looked at Mrs. Fortiere, "What would I wear?" She asked in a small voice, but when she turned her back and spoke about the secretary, her heart dropped. But her next words were a little reassuring.

Julia got up, picked up the card and quickly left the room. As soon as her feet hit the pavement she was digging through her back for her phone. She quickly pulled Jace's contact up and called. "MEET ME NOW!!! Thrift store! BRING COFFEE!" She almost yelled into the phone as she heard Jace's gravely, sleep-filled voice answer the phone. She wasted no time, shoving everything into her bike's bag. She pulled her helmet on and quickly navigated her way to the thrift shop by their loft. Parking she saw Jace practically racing towards her.

"What the bloody hell!" He glared at her as he handed her a cup.

"I'm sorry....but I HAVE to talk to you NOW!" She looked at him. The whole time she leaned on her bike she explained everything that had happened in the meeting. Jace's jaw was on the floor the whole time. She showed him the card.

"Bloody hell...." He looked at her. "This is why I need you in my life. What are you going to wear?" He asked looking her up and down... "and how are you going to get there....can't drive your bike if you have to dress fancy."

"I'll have to splurge for a ride. I mean I can't wear JEANS to meet the Viscount...and I can't not go because I only own a bloody bike." She sighed sipping her coffee.

"I wish I could go." Jace rolled his eyes.

"I wish you could too." She sighed. "Maybe I can arrange you to come if I take the job."

"YOU BETTER TAKE THE DAMN JOB! You would be stupid to turn it down." He pulled her into the thrift store. "Plus you can research how to write an autobiography once we get home and continue when you head over." He smiled as he pulled her towards the dresses. "ABBY! Got any HIGH END DRESSES?!" He called to the store owner, an elderly woman who they had become close with.

"Maybe one or two, Jace...what's the occasion?" She asked waddling her way over to them to help them look. Jace explained everything while Julia slumped against the wall. Abby and Jace chatted as Julia just zoned out, how on earth had this fallen into her lap. This was unheard of. Jace held up a pink dress and smiled, pushing it towards her. Julia snapped back into focus and scrunched up her face.

"What colors are okay?" Abby asked with a chuckle.

"Black, Blue, Green, and I guess Red." Julia shrugged. She was way to spaced out to actually focus on the dress.

"'Hold here. I have the perfect one." Abby smiled as she waddled to the back area of the store and disappeared into the actual back. Abby reappeared holding a knee length dress. It was satin looking, a deep red...but not DARK, just enough that it wasn't HELLO RED, as Julia called it. It was a simple looking dress. Abby pushed her into on the the dressing rooms with a smile, "Try it on."

Julia held the dress up to herself and sighed softly. She undressed and slipped the dress on. It WAS satin. It fell just below her knees, but it was one of those dressed that looked like it was a 50's styles dress. It hugged her waist and bust perfectly. Corset bodice with sweetheart neckline and wide shoulder straps. It was perfect. She stepped out of the dressing room and smiled.

"PERFECTION!" Abby and Jace smiled.

"I have the perfect heels to go with this and my bike jacket. Gotta keep my edge." Julia smiled. turning to change back. "How much?" She asked looked at Abby as she closed the door.

"For you, 50." Abby smiled and winked at Jace.

"Abby..." Julia tried to fight.

"Nope! Your mother wanted me to care for you both...so here I am. Plus I know you will remember me when you are all big and famous." Abby smiled. Julia emerged and hugged her. Handing her the 50 she said and kissed her cheek. "Be safe tonight love." She waved goodbye as Jace and Julia left for home. Julia got back on her bike, pulling Jace with her. The rode home and she parked in her space.

"Get to researching missy." Jace said as they entered their apartment. So she did just that. time flew by for her. At 4:30 Jace was shoving her into the bathroom to shower. After she showered Jace started on her hair and makeup. He had decided that the dress was the statement, so he went with a natural makeup look and let her hair dry naturally in its soft waves. Pinning back the few strands in her face he smiled. "GO get dressed. I'll call the car!" He nodded to her as she walked into the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror after she dressed, she felt like she was a completely different person. She stepped out and smiled, turning for Jace to see. Dutch meowed from the sofa.

"Thank you my sweet sir." She curtsied to him and smiled. "I wont be home to late." She kissed his furry head gently.

"Good you better not be. I will need ALL the details." Jace smiled at her. "Go make me proud." He hugged her and practically shoved her out of the apartment. She walked over to the car and slid into the back seat. She gave the driver the address and off they went. As she rode along she did more research on how to actually write a autobiography.

~~~Outfit~~~

What a tasty little woman. It was riveting to see how excited she was, from the way she bounced around with nervous jitters. Even the man she was with made Etan feel the woman was a good judge of character. She was absolutely beautiful, and he imagined so many things he could do with her. If only he wasn't already married in public, he could have taken this womans hand instead. Every inch of her seemed right, and he couldnt wait to taste and feel that warm crimson nectar glide down his throat. He wanted this woman bad.

After spending an additional minute watching the woman shop with her friend who he now know to be "Jace", Etan tossed the cigarrette he was smoking aside and stepped into the nearby alley to race toward the business building. He entered the lobby and rode the elevator to his wifes office and when he stepped from the elevator, he smelled the strong scent of the alcohol.

"Nervous?" He asked as he entered her office, startling her. She turned around toward him and he noticed that her eyes were saddened yet surprised.

"Etan? Why aren't you asleep?" She asked and he folded his arms in an annoyed manner. She lowered her gaze. He must have raced past her secretary, the poor woman was scrambling to get the appointments in order.

"How was the meeting?" He asked, and he couldnt hide on his face how desperate he was to hear that this woman was exactly what he dreamed of in a future wife.

Ahmina lowered her gaze again and began to refill her glass. "She refused my offer, saying that her skills were not on the level I needed. She refused me, knowing who I am, knowing what I do, and who I am married to. She refused me. Like it was nothing. She is no normal human, that's for sure."

Etan smiled. "Not impressed by apperances, status, or money. she sounds absolutely detestable were my mother to know her." Ahmina nodded in agreement. "So, she declined? Did you demand her to do it?" He asked.

"No, Etan. That is cruel and quite brutal honestly. I invited her to the manor tonight for dinner. you can meet her yourself. I thought perhaps if she saw you in person maybe she would be inclined to..." She glanced at Etan in his perfectly normal beanie hat, hoodie and sweat pants. "To join our little family."

Etans smile widened and he rubbed his hands together. "I will make a grand entrance then." He said proudly and began to reach for Ahminas glass. He took it from her and drank the rest of her gin. "you never told me what you wanted in my next wife? What qualities would prove enticing?" he asked, and Ahmina frowned shaking her head. "Oh? You truly have no desire for anything do you? What will be mine will become yours, Ahmina, a wife to lighten the load of the many duties assigned to you. A woman to satisfy both myself and my mother, one that could leave you to accomplish all of your own ambitions."

Ahmina sighed. "Shouldnt you be getting ready for tonight?" She asked, looking at him. He began to respond but the secretary interrupted them.

"Mrs...." She started as her heart beat began to drum loudly. She stared at Mr. Fortiere and blushed furiously. "Mr. Fortiere! I didn't know you arrived." She said hiding her hands behind her back. The man stared at her for a second before giving a charming smile.

"I was leaving anyway." Etan said as he stepped toward the secretary and gently placed his hand under her chin. "You are such a pretty little woman." He whispered making her cheeks flush even more red. "I'll see you tonight, my dear." He said to Ahmina who rolled her eyes and waived him away.
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Ahmina arrived home a little before five. She wanted to make sure the manor was prepared for its most important guest. The servants were plenty, and each one had a job to do. Dusting, mopping, replacing fresh flowers, tending to the stable out back, the garden, the kitchen and the feast of human food. There was plenty to be done, and Ahmina orchestrated it all within an hour. All of her servants were humans, it was natural for vampires to prefer human servants over their own because vampires were sleezy, sneaky and backstabbers.

The only problem was she had to keep her ridiculous family from feeding on them unnecessarily. Ahmina finished giving orders to the servants and went upstairs to shower and change. She did not have much time to complete the task, since Etan burst into her bedroom with the adjoining door to his own. They never used their bedrooms, well Etan never did. Ahmina used her room to read books, work on her proposals, and other human tasks. Etan used the room for show when he was attempting to woo someone.

Ahmina and Etan were like two students in a dormitory. they never really spoke unless given an assignment, they never went to the same parties, and never new one anothers schedules. It was a great way to live, since Ahmina was only in it because Etan wanted a woman to support him in the human world. Other than that, Ahmina was pretty much worthless. Unlike this new woman, she had no true reason of value or worth to the vampire clan. That was why this new woman was so important, she brought with her an endless supply of blood, and it was foolish as to why they had not consumed her into the family before now.

When Etan entered the adjoining room, he waited patiently for his wife to finish her shower. She stepped out and placed a towel around herself and entered her room with a gasp. She sighed heavily.
"Why do you always do that?" Etan asked, his body dressed in a fine button-down black suit, and his blouse unbuttoned at the top with no tie. He looked lazy, like a model for a Hanes photoshoot. His legs were up and resting on her coffee table. "You're a bitten, the least you can do is stop allowing your heart to be timid and surprised by the presence of a born. After all these years, you're still jumpy."

"It's six o'clock, I am sure our guest is here," Ahmina stated as she glided over to the closet. She opened it to decide what to wear. After a moment of silence, she turned around toward Etan.

"You don't seem too eager to have this dinner." He said glancing at her up and down. Ahmina turned back around and began to sift through her dresses. "Why have we never...?" he began. "Why have we never become intimate, you and I?"

Ahmina rolled her eyes again. "Because after you bit me, you thrust me into a coffin for thirteen years? Oh, no maybe it was because you never gave me the run down that a bitten like myself is incapable of controlling the need to kill innocent people? Or perhaps it was because the moment I awoke after a banishment I never knew I earned, you were in bed with three other women and covered in their blood and tears? I am sure there are many reasons Etan. But the one I prefer to use is because I fucking hate you."

Ahmina grabbed a yellow evening dress. "This is your least favorite color correct?" She asked showing him the dress. Etan was already standing with his hands in his pocket.

"You know it is, Ahmina." He said with a frown.

"Good." she smiled and laid it on her bed. She grabbed the towel. "Now, if you would be so kind." She said kindly and motioned her hand toward the door. Instead of leaving, Etan stared at her with his teeth tightly gritting together. He looked up and stared at her neck, two small puncture wounds were present, tiny and healed over but evidence that she was not a born. After a moment she looked away, she couldnt meet his eyes for too long. there was a soft knock.

"My Lord, My Lady, the guest has arrived. She is seated in the Tea Room." one of the servants said.

Ahmina turned to grab a different dress. "I'll wear blue tonight then," she said under her breath but her arm was grabbed firmly and Etan whipped her around to face him.

"I am not the devil you think of me to be, Ahmina. I am not heartless, it just doesnt beat. I am not cruel, I am simply an animal. I am warning you...do not ruin this for me. there is much more I want in life than to be my mothers pet. I am tired of temporary women, that die whether inside, or physically. I want a lifelong companion, one that does not dispise me, and if this woman is it, then you would do well to make sure she accepts my offer tongiht. I am burning for true companionship and form what I have seen she is perfect for me." Etan said harshly.

"And I want nothing more than to make you happy." Ahmina said softly.

"Stop your lies." He hissed, his hand seething as it held her turning hot as burning coals. She swallowed hard and nodded.

"I'll do everything I can to make her want you. I want nothing more than for you to be with a companion of your own desire, and your mother satiated. With the both of those, I will find myself much happier." She said honestly.

He tilted his head. "you will leave me, then?" He said harshly. "Once I take this woman as my own, you will leave your duty as Viscountess?"

"As if escaping your overbearing family will be that easy?" She sighed and shook her head. "I want to be left alone. I want to...die alone.  Once you have found a wife, there will be no more use for me."

Etan opened his mouth to speak. Searching her for a moment he sharply grabbed her chin to raise her eyes to him making her attempt to jerk away. "Then you too would live a life without companionship."

"And who's fault is that?" She asked. "My own, of course, for believing that I should repay my debts. And then the lies you told of me having cancer, that was the only reason I accepted this pathetic life. I warn you Etan, this woman will not be as naive, and gullable as I was. She may not accept that she is dying or will need your saving from rapists and robbers. you cant win her with the manipulation you did with me. You dont think I know by now that you paid those men to attempt to rape me? That it was you who paid the coachman to leave me at the theater? I was stupid then Etan, but not now. I know what you did to me, and I know what youve taken from me, and I will never, ever forgive you for it. This is your second chance, and if you attempt to lie to this woman in any way, it will not be me you will have to worry about. She seems very capable of holding her own, despite the fact that youre a man of the night."

Etan glanced down at her for a long moment before speaking. "If you have been waiting these many years for an apology, you will not receive one from me." He said finally, revealing her speculations were true.

"I dont want anything from you, Etan. I have not eaten human food in a very long time, and I am very eager to eat. Can we please retire this silly and pointless conversation at another time?" She turned and he released her so that she could get dressed.

"I will receive our guest. I will do my best not to screw it up." Etan said sarcastically as he left shutting the door behind him.
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Etan descended the stairs. Once on the ground he stepped to the hallway oval mirror and adjusted his blouse and jacket. There were so many thoughts going through his mind, he wasn't sure where to begin. Perhaps canceling this dinner was the best way to end things. He needed to resolve the issues at hand, not add on more. But his mother, the countess expected results soon, and nothing would protect him from her wrath if he refused to adhere to her wishes.

Fixing his golden cufflings on his wrist, he opened the doors to the tea room.

Leaning on the entranceway he placed his hands into his pockets. "Good evening." He said leaving his usual charm behind. "Forgive my tardiness, my wife and I seem to have a difference of opinion on how tonight should end."

He stood straight and walked over to his new guest. "I am Etan Fortiere, welcome to my home." He extended his hand for her to shake. "Dinner will be on soon, my wife will need a moment. Shall we step into the gardens?" He said with a soft smile.

Julia was escorted into a room, by staff and told to wait. She walked slowly around the room, looking at everything. There was many different art pieces and sculptures. Her eyes wondered to the large fireplace, above it was a painting of the Viscount. She was taken back, sure she had seen pictures and such of him, but she had never seen one up-close of him. He was always so far away. She studied the painting closely. His eyes were dull, void of life it seemed. Julia nearly jumped at the deep voice. She turned, a slight blush on her face.

"My lord," She dipped herself low. Surprised at his outreached hand, she gently took it. "Julia Knight...or well Sophia McClarian as your wife probably told you. Sophia McClarian is my pen name." She was babbling again. Being this close to Etan was shocking to her senses. He was a vary handsome man, there was no denying that. Mrs. Fortiere was a very lucky woman to be married to him. When he suggested the garden Julia nodded. "Of course my lord." She smiled softly.

Julia twinned her hands in front of her, not wanting to accidently knock anything over or to touch something priceless. The home was beautiful. "I must say my lord, your home is breathtaking. Is your art original?" She asked politely. Art wasn't her biggest subject, but she knew enough to recognize a lot of the art in his home.

Glancing toward the young beauty, Etan almost felt guilty for what he planned to do to her in the future. She seemed nervous, and that meant she was unnerved by him in some manner, which meant there was either a very rough road ahead or a very smooth one depending on her desire for eternal life on this earth. Being an immortal was something he had always believed humans wanted, and yet his former wife wanted nothing of the sort.

"I hope you werent waiting too long." He gently took hold of her hand and placed it upon his arm. "The gardens are this way." He said softly and led her out to the courtyard through large double doors. The pavement beneath their feet was a marble, and it was easy to see most of the money spent on the manor went to the gardens. It was large, somewhat endless, with lots of shrubs and flowers and trees.

"Art is all original. My mother despises false or modern art, she believes in the classics. So to make her happy I designed the entire foyer in Van Gogh and similar pieces. I am, glad to see you are so easily impressed. Most of the women I entertain have such high tastes they lose the appreciation for true artwork."

He leaned closer to smell the perfume she wore. "Mm, you are a lovely creature. Before you believe me to be flirtatious, please know that my wife and I are two very devoted and open individuals. I wanted to be sure you were aware of that before we began the evening. You see, my wife may have her own ideals and reserves as to why she wanted you to join us this evening, whilst I have my own reasons. I am not one to waste time."

Etan stopped walking and he looked down at Julia. for a moment his wife's words went through his mind. Would lying to this woman or finding some other manipulative trick work on her as it did Ahmina? Perhaps it would, the woman accepted the walk to the gardens with him so quickly. It would be so easy to take her, bite her so that she could become a bitten. If he were human, there were even worse things he could do. But in his soul he knew that what he had done to Ahmina was also the reason why she despised him. He hated the feeling, he didn't want to hurt this woman Julia the way he had hurt Ahmina. He wanted the gift he possessed to be chosen.

"My wife tells me that you have declined her offer to write my biography. Of course she blew her own suprise to tell me. I will have you know the true reason why she called you here. I..." He lowered his head to her. "Read your book. And I was fascinated. I wanted to meet you, and I do believe you would never have come if I had sought you out myself. And so, my wife did so for me. It was cruel of her, and I hope you forgive her for it. But I wondered how a woman with the ability to warm my cold heart with her words, sink me deep into prose and ensnare me with her passionate scenes could be so young and yet so wise. I wanted to meet this writer, this woman who captured me on every page. There is something about you, Julia that I wish to know of, something deep within that I wish to uncover."

Etan sighed. "You may think me a foolish man. But I would love it if you remained her in my manor for a while, perhaps a few days to see the life I live, to experience my side of the fence and perhaps walk alongside my wife and I as our personal writer. I would love to become involved in your writing, in your work, and simply get to know you much better. What do you think? stay with us for a spell, and I assure you that once you experience the Fortiere life, you will never wish to return to your own."

Julia smiled to him. "Not at all. Or at least I didn't notice. I was busy looking at your beautiful art in the room I was in." She blushed as he twined their arms. She followed closely next to him, all to aware of how close they were. She hated herself for having attraction to a married man. She was astonished at the gardens. "Wow, this is gorgeous." She smiled as she looked around them.

She smiled at him. "Well your mother has some very good taste in art. I'm not one for most art, but the ones I saw were beautiful." She looked at him "You have an original Van Gogh? Wow." She blinked in surprise. She knew that the Viscount was right and powerful, but to have a Van Gogh was MASSIVE POWER. She looked at him as he leaned closer. His words echoing in her head.

"Yes, I do know your wife's reasons for having me here. And I am eager to talk to her about those when I have the chance to with her." She smiled at him. "What would your reasons be for meeting a normal writer like myself?" She asked with a shy voice. She wanted to know, but she was worried about what he would say. Perhaps the Viscount has been in touch with her professor about her other works. Of course it would have been given fully to him.

She watched him closely as he stopped, looking at her. A battle seemed to be raging inside him. When he spoke again she was surprised. "Well I had, yes. I did not feel that I was fit to do it. Though I think that if she believes I can, then I shall try my hardest to please my Lord and Lady." She smiled at him. When he said that he had read her book she gasped slightly. The Devil's Bride was nothing truly special. It was a story of enemies to lovers. A common trope in the writing world. Especially romance. The main difference in hers was that The Devil himself was the main focus. "I am flattered my lord. Though if you had just requested my presence I would have happily come. With such high praises from you and your wife, I seem to have much more than I though I did." She smiled.

"I hope my next book captures you as well. It is about an old story my mother used to tell me. About a vampire of all things. The original story was sad, so I am twisting it to be a happy tale." She smiled at him and her body froze at his next words. He was inviting her to STAY with them! "I would love to accept your offer, though I don't think it would be wise. I have a cat, Dutch that I can't leave for two long. He belonged to my mother...before she passed." She looked out at the gardens. "During the day, I could come by and shadow you, as you put it. Write about whatever you would like." She looked back at him. "While your life and mine are very different, I love my life. Living in the loft with Jace and Dutch. Being free to write all day and just be with Dutch." She smiled sadly. "He has been different since the loss of my mom. They were very close."

Etan smiled widely. "Declining me for a second time are you?" He asked and gently tapped her hand. "I understand, this Dutch character is like a familiar, close to you on a deeper level than what can simply be explianed. I understand, and I am glad to see you have a companion even if only a cat."

When Etan mentioned Familiar, he thought of his former cat freiend Claude who often shifted into an egyptian grey whenever they were around humans. He was the closest thing Etan had to a friend. "I am glad we had this chat. I now see the heart of the woman whose words captured me is only the one I adore in pen as well as person. Let us return for dinner, I can hear your hunger rumbling."

He smiled and began to escort her back inside. "On your next visit we shall see the stables, or perhaps the orchard? Also, I have a game of tennis coming up, and it is goign to be quite the spectacle since I will be battling the infamous Kyle Grandberg, the tennis world champion of England. He wont know what hit him." Etan chuckled knowing both of them were vampires and the match was going to be comical regardless.

Once inside, Ahmina stood at the top of the staircase, leaning over the railing. She glanced at Julia, wondering if the woman had been bitten, manipulated, or had lost her underwear on the way from the gardens. She was surprised to see none of the above. She stared at the two of them, not with anger, or jealousy, but with sadness.

"dinner is ready." Ahmina said solemnly, and began to descend the stairs wearing a tight-fitting blue dress, large earrings and soft makeup. She had not dressed up this way in a few years. As an immortal time seems to fly by.

Etan looked up to the top of the stairs and his smile faded to a frown. It was as if seeing Ahmina angered him somehow. Ahmina saw it in his eyes, but for once she wasnt sure why he disliked her outfit. She told him she would wear blue.

"I decided to order our steaks mid rare, I hope you both don't mind." As Ahmina reached the bottom she took Etan by his other arm. Etan sighed heavily and accepted her and guided both women through the corridor.

"My dear wife, please explain to me why you decided to take your merry time getting dressed?" Etan asked with a sneer.

Ahmina leaned forward to glance at Julia and she softly smiled. "To give the two of you some private time of course." Etan stopped at the dinner table, and it was coated in food as if it were a grand feast. He pulled out Julias chair first, and then begrudgingly pulled out Ahminas.

"Well, I invited our modest guest to stay with us at the manor this season. Julia, our guest, she declined, however made plan to visit daily. She has a cat at home, one she loves far too dearly to leave without her presence for too long."

Ahmina began to dish herself some of the steak and broccoli, and she asked one of the servants to pour the red wine. Sighing she nodded slowly. "Julia, what a lovely name." Ahmina said and she glanced over to Julia. "So, tell us about yourself. I am so interested. Where did you go to college? What are your ambitions in life?"

Etan frowned and glanced to Ahmina. "You cant be serious. As if you truly wish to know these things?"

Ahmina frowned and took a long sip of wine. "Husband, lets be respectful to our guest." She looked to Etan and realized why he was in such a foul mood. The woman did not wish to come to the manor, which meant Etan would not be able to swiftly or easily turn her into a bitten. The woman was attached to a gotdamn animal no less, and Etan was not in the business for waiting.

"Etan, did you suggest to our guest that she should bring her sweet little kitten with her? She seems quite attached to him. Besides, whats wrong with a little companion running the halls of this large home when we have nothing better to do?" Ahmina smiled. "Julia, we really...Really would like for you to spend the season with us. We would like to show you our world. your family...you know...is one of our closest business prospects. Its silly that you and I have never met, when we know your family so well. please, join us. I assure you that we will keep you safe."

Ahmina glanced to Etan who seemed to ease up his frown. He was desperate, and he needed to turn Julia quickly before his mother returned. but Ahmina knew better, she knew Etan too well. He wanted to taste Julia's blood, he wanted to own the woman, claim her and finally have the companionship he so desperately yearned for. Its a shame he wasnt interested in what Julia wanted. he certainly couldnt care less for Ahmina's wants. He was selfish, and desperate, and Ahmina simply prayed that the next time Julia declined, the woman was prepared to be forced. Etan's patience was waning thin, and Ahmina knew exactly what he would do if it came to that.

Julia looked at him with a small smile. "I wouldn't call him a familiar. I mean I'm not into witchcraft or anything. But He is a companion." She smiled at him. "I am looking forwards to getting to know you and your wife better. I hope that my skills do no disappoint you." She smiled at him. She followed him inside. "Oh I would love to see the stables next time. I love horses. Always have." She smiled. "Tennis, wouldn't peg you for a player, but I am excited to see that." She smiled making mental notes to start writing things down as she learned them.

Julia looked up at Mrs. Fortiere. "You look beautiful my lady." she dipped herself low. She was not lying either. She was a beautiful woman and her dress was breathtaking. "I see why you needed the time." She blushed slightly at her openness. While Julia was open about not knowing her sexuality, she had never really been attracted to...well anyone. "That color is very beautiful on you." Julia glanced over at Etan, seeing him stare at Ahmina made her smile. She couldn't tell his expression, but she assumed it was one of love.

"Medium rare is perfect." She smiled at her. She was confused when Etan sighed. Even more so when Ahmina said she was giving them privacy. She followed the two into the dinning room and gasped slightly. There was so much food. When Etan pulled her chair out she sat and placed her hands in her lap. She waited for everyone to serve themselves, then she did herself. She smiled as the servant poured her red wine. At Ahmina's words Julia smiled, about to speak when Etan cut in. She looked down at her hands awkwardly. Unsure of what to do. It seemed the two were fighting.

She looked at Ahmina as she spoke. "I'm sure Dutch wouldn't mind. As long as he was with me. He is really just a big loaf of a Maine Coon. Hardly ever leaves his two spots. One is my lap," She chuckled. "The other is my pillow." She looked at Ahmina. "I didn't know my family worked with you." She tilted her head. "My mother never really spoke much of you, only ever when news showed up. Though unless you have dealings with pottery or blood donation, I have no idea what you are talking about." She sighed softly, thinking of her mother's pottery. "If it isn't a bother...having Dutch here...I don't see a reason to decline the offer you have graciously given me." She smiled. Her mind went to Jace. "Though my friend Jace, would love to meet you." She turned to Ahmina, "He loves your fashion sense, often pushing me to be more bold." She chuckled. "He should have gone for Fashion instead of engineering." Julia let a small laugh out.

"As for my schooling, Mrs. Fortiere, I was top of my class at University of Manchester." She smiled. "As for my ambitions in life. Honestly, I just want to write. I want the world to be able to have some escape from whatever is haunting them. Writing was my escape after my mom died. I threw myself into it, it helped me to cope. My early work is pretty dark...and I don't know if I believe in the love I write about, but I can't shut the thoughts out."

Ahmina brightened. "Then its perfect, Julia. You should come to spend the summer with us. Bring along this handsome Dutch and this friend of yours as well. Consider it a vacation. There are so many places we could go and do together." Ahmina smiled happily and finally began to eat her food. She looked to Etan who released a relieving sigh. He was finally starting to see progress and honestly it truly was Ahmina who had thought to bring Julia's little life with her to be more convincing. The man...no "monster" had to admit that Ahmina's compassion from her short human life is what made her unique to his own life.

"Yes, bring them all with you. I realize how heartless I sounded attempting to take you from them." Etan chuckled and then leaned to Julia to whisper as if only to her. "However, I am a charmer, and I would not allow a man into my home near the woman I wish to charm without a fight. Though I know I have nothing to worry about with this Jace character. We did some research on you of our own, and I am highly aware of the relationship he shares with you, and it is not one of a sexual nature."

Ahmina's eyes went wide. "Etan, I don't believe the woman was aware how desperate you have been recently to find her, and admitting to stalking her doesnt look appealing."

Etan turned his gaze to Julia with a terrifically innocent look. "I was compelled! If the woman of your dreams was nearby wouldn't you wish to snag a peak as well?"

Ahmina giggled lightly. "He's not as innocent as he appears." The three of them continued their dinner, and listened intently to Julia. The couple wanted her to feel comfortable and eagerly planned her visit to Fortiere Manor. It was going to be like a resort, a vacation away from the city, and an experience to view how the other side lived their lives. Ahmina felt it was convincing enough.

Once dessert was served, Ahmina and Etan shared a glance. "Julia?"Ahmina said calmly. "We have but one more thing to discuss. My husband and I are curious about your knowledge...if any, concerning the Underground. It is a term we use to describe the unsavory existences in our current generation. For example, people of the night. What do you know of them?"

Julia beamed at Ahmina. "I would love that. Jace would LOVE to meet you, both of you." She glanced at Etan before turning back to Ahmina. "I can not wait to see what you have in store for us." She chuckled and started eating her food as well.

Turning to Etan, she smiled softly then it faltered and she sputtered. "You are wishing to charm me?" She was very confused about this development. "I am sorry, I am very confused..." She looked back to Ahmina as she spoke. "Stalked?!" She was very confused now. "Woman of your dreams?" She blinked. "I am so sorry, I am terribly confused now. Aren't you two married...?" She trailed her sentence off with a tilt of her head.

As Ahmina spoke Julia's mind reeled about the information that had just been given to her. the Viscount was interested in her...Ahmina was aware and supportive....WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WAS GOING ON!!! She held herself together well, smiling and chatting about her upcoming stay with Jace and Dutch.

Julia turned her eyes to Ahmina, "Underground? People of the night? Do you mean like lady's of the night...as in those whom exchange money for special services?" She was very confused. Did they think she was apart of this people of the night? Or this Underground they spoke of. "I am not sure what you mean by all that....I am sorry if my knowledge isn't up to par with what you were expecting." She looked at her dessert.

Ahmina listened closely, and she watched as poor Julia went through a cacophony of emotions. Fear of being stalked, confusion by the topic, and complete excitement of spending time with them. Now was not the time for Etan to move in, Julia needed nurturing, and Ahmina hated herself for it- she would be the one to do it.

"Etan, would you please excuse us? I would like to show Julia the Library, and perhaps have a moment with her before she returns home. We want her to return safely and at a decent hour." Ahmina said quietly. She gave Etan a look, a look that said "Be patient, and let me handle it." She needed Etan to trust her fully or the entire plan would implode. Etan took only a moment to glance at her before he begrudgingly bowed his head, and stood from the table. He helped both Julia and Ahmina out of their seats and excused himself.

Once Etan was gone from the room, Ahmina kindly ushered Julia toward their hallway. At the end of the hall were two large double doors, and once the servants opened them, it spanned into a grand room with a two-story library filled with hundreds of books. "Please bring the desserts with some tea." Ahmina requested and the maid bowed kindly and left them alone to speak.

Ahmina turned to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window that was slightly open to let in the breeze. It overlooked the small lake behind the house off the grounds, and the horses were openly grazing below. "Julia, please forgive Etan and me. We are...hopeless." Ahmina spoke sadly, and she began to walk quietly around the library and gently thumbed the books. "My husband is not a man of passion, grace, or subtlety. I once witnessed him render a man unconscious for simply stepping on his shoes. He comes from a long line of dominant males, who restlessly strive to prove themselves worthy. He is his own worst enemy."

Ahmina grabbed a book from the shelf and brought it over to Julia. "This was one of my favorite novels as a child. Edgar Allen Poe was not a favorite of my parents, and they wished to send me to church to clear the demons from my mind the moment I was caught reading his early works. They did not understand my love for darkness, whether it be The Phantom of the Opera or Articles concerning Jack the Ripper. I was fascinated by the men of the underground. And by the underground...I mean..." She turned the book of Edgar Allen Poe's early works over to the back where a large symbol was engraved in melted red stamp ink. The shape was that of a cursive "F" it was fancy and very pristine.

"The savages. The darkest of our world. The world beneath our own." Ahmina gently took Julia's hands after setting down the book. "I do not want to frighten you, Julia, because as you can see, we recently lost one of our previous female acquaintances simply because we wasted so much time lying to her, manipulating her. When instead, we should have just been honest."

Ahmina stepped closer to Julia, and she comfortingly held her hands in her own and looked into her eyes sincerely. "Your family...they have refrained from entering you into our world, and I believe it is truly because of your mother. Perhaps it was her wish to protect you, to bar you from us to keep you safe from our kind, and for that I commend her. But it is time now that you know the truth of who you are, and of where you come from. Your destiny."

Ahmina turned to the books after releasing Julia's hands and she began to pull classics from the walls. The books each had the same sign on the back, a sign that represented the Fortiere family. "These manuscripts were all written by your ancestors. you come from a long line of writers, it is why you have such a passion for it. The Fortiere family has always had dealings with yours, and your generational ability to write has always fascinated the Fortieres. Over the years we built alliances and marriages that were arranged to keep profit within our bloodlines. Recently your family has taken over the largest blood-donating organization in the city. it is time now, for our families to combine once again, to reunite."

Sighing deeply, Ahmina placed the books down and looked at Julia with sadness in her eyes. "Etan and I are married in the script, not in heart. His mother, Countess Fortiere forced him to find a bride many years ago, once that was not of his choosing. And so, being the rebellious young lad he was, he refused the hand of the woman he was meant to marry. His mother of course was furious and attempted to force his hand again, and he thwarted her by instead marrying me against the Countesses wishes. I owed Etan a great debt, and he bade that I pay him with my wedded hand. I did so, anything to be free of the debt, and so we have been sworn to one another ever since."


Sitting down in the comfortable leather chairs, Ahmina took a cup of tea and softly sipped it, inviting Julia to join her. "I have never loved Etan, nor has he ever loved me. For the first few years of our marriage, we never spoke or even shared a meal together. You see, when you say that Etan and i are married, I feel nothing inside, and neither does Etan. We are...as apart as the sea and the moon. Though we may pull one another in gravity for each other's gains, we will never become one. In our many years, he has never touched me, nor I him."

Taking another sip she smiled. "So, when Etan caught wind of your book, he was fascinated, and he learned all he could about you. It is no different than someone stalking you on social media. Forgive him, he is not as abreast of the new age and how to actually connect with a woman." she giggled. "Its pathetic actually, such a sexually deviant man cannot pick up a smart and funny woman like yourself without being totally weird. So, before you think you are hurting me, or that he is cheating, remember, he has an interest in you that far supersedes his interest in me."

Ahmina then glanced down at the many books she collected. "Julia, what I am about to tell you is important, and it is the sole reason why you are here. Now that you know the true reason why Etan and I are desperate for you to be a part of our family, it is now time to explain the underground." She took a slow breath and leaned closer to explain how serious she was.

Ahmina closed her eyes. She then began to connect to Julia through her mind.

"I am not what I seem Julia. You can trust that in the end, all I want is to live a peaceful life. the underground is the name of the world beneath the human world, where the people a part of it have abilities...and curses. Etan is a part of that world, and so am I. He is what is known as a vampire, a taker of blood. And he needs you both in connection with your family and for his physical need. He has caught your scent, like a vicious beast, and he will stop at nothing to have you. Just as he stopped at nothing to have me."

And like a flash, Ahmina showed the images of when Etan rescued her from the robbers, and how many years later he came to her window when she was mature. He spoke kindly to her, telling her what he wanted, and though he lied, he gave her immortal life. She showed Julia how he bit her and changed her, and how she hated him since. She then showed the visions of the Countess, how she was truly evil, demanding, and would stop at nothing to have what she wanted. And she wanted Julia's connections, and would not allow Etan, Ahmina, or Julia to escape without a fight.

Sadly the images ended and Ahmina glanced at Julia with seriousness. "Now you know the truth. You know it all."

Julia looked at Ahmina, confused. She rose and allowed Ahmina to show her to the library. "Oh, this is magnificent! There are so many books. I bet there are first additions here!" She was giddy about the books, her mind freeing from her confusion as she looked around with sparkling eyes.

Julia's eyes scanned the shelf closest to her as when Ahmina spoke Julia turned to her with sadness. "No one is hopeless, my lady. Things get bad...but there is always light." She smiled sadly, thinking of her own darkness that still clouded her sometimes. "I am sorry that is the case." She felt a little awkward. Ahmina was opening up to her about her struggles with her marriage. "I do not know much of marriage, but I have seen what real love is...even if it not the romance I write about. Jace loves me and I love him. Things get rough between us, but we always find a way to fix it." She smiled sadly.

Julia walked over to her with a small smile. "Poe is a great author. I love a lot of his work myself, though his work is dark...I think there is also a lot of beauty in it." She smiled. "I did not know you enjoyed Phantom of the Opera. Though the musical and the movie were very good, the book is so much better. I do love reading the book with the movie soundtrack." She felt relaxed talking to Ahmina. "I am not much up on articles of Jack the Ripper. Though I do know of him." Julia was not just trying to get on Ahmina's good side, but also just show her that they seemed to have a lot in common.

Julia looked at the book and tilted her head. When Ahmina took her hands she looked at her closely. "Honesty is always hard to hear...but lying is worse." Julia nodded, unsure of what Ahmina was truly talking about. When Ahmina spoke of her mother Julia tensed. She looked shocked at Ahmina's words. "Are you saying that I am related to ALL these authors? As in they are my family?" She leaned against a bookshelf. "Yes, my uncle owns some blood-donation centers and I do donate once or twice a week...but what does that have to do with anything?"

Julia listened to Ahmina, sadness etched on her face. "I am so sorry that happened to you. That is not something that should have been allowed. I am so sorry Ahmina." She looked at her with sadness, not pity. Julia sat in the other chair and watched Ahmina. "I am so sorry Ahmina, you deserve so much more than that. While I do not believe in fairytale love...I do believe in love...You deserve to be married for love, not some obligation to a man who rebelled." Julia was getting mad. She was mad for Ahmina being forced to marry a man she did not love.

Julia picked up her tea. "While I am glad he was fascinated with my novel, it is nothing more than fiction to me. All my writing as been fiction. I do not write about real world things. I write about Demons falling in love with humans, or a vampire and his bride...I once even wrote about an alien who fell in love with a mermaid...strange book that one was." She shook her head. "I do not know what is so interesting about me...compared to you I am a simple girl...you are a strong, beautiful, and confident woman. I could never do what you do, with your business." She looked at Ahmina studying her.

Julia gasped. "But...that...how?" She reeled. When Julia saw flashed tears welded up in her eyes. Shaking her head. "Ahmina....I am so sorry for what happened to you. This is all so confusing...So the stories...the ones my mother told me...were about him?" Her head hurt. Her life was changing...and she wasn't sure she wanted it. She didn't want to be controlled by Etan or his mother...
"I don't know what to say....." She trailed off, staring at the pile of books.

The tears in Julia's eyes reached a deep sleeping part of Ahmina's heart. While it was hard to prove that vampires had no soul, heart or spirit inside, it was true that a bitten like Ahmina could feel empathy on a deeper level than others, which is why she felt herself wanting to cry. It was so hard to tell the truth of the dark world she was a part of, especially to a woman who because of her devoted mother, had escaped this hell. Ahmina should curse herself for dragging the young woman back in, but she had no other choice.

"Don't speak on it now, Julia." Ahmina said quietly. "Just think on it. I just want you to be prepared, that if you choose to agree to join us, I will be sure to protect you and teach you everything you need to know." She sighed, "And if you refuse, I will do everything in my power to keep Etan and the Countess far away from you. I will not allow them to force you as they forced me."

Standing, Ahmina took Julia by the hand and helped her o stand up. She hugged her. "No matter what you decide, I will protect you. You have my word on that. Please be safe on your way home."

Ahmina walked Julia to the door and made sure she was safe in the car they ordered for her. The last thing she needed was for anything to happen to Julia tonight, so she made sure she went home at a decent time.

"Well?" Etan said exiting his study. His suit jacket was draped on his arm and his tie loosened. Ahmina began to ascend the stairs to go to her room. She was exhausted, and desperately needed blood. "I told her the truth, Etan, and now we must let her decide. She is confused, afraid, and somehow my story made her realize the decision that must be made."

Etan frowned as he entered ahmina's room behind her. "You showed her the worst of it didnt you? As if all the positivities of being my wife were worthless?"

"I showed her the worst of it, Etan so that she could somehow see the truth. Nothing more nor less." Ahmina began to remove her shoes.

"You are just like my mother. You do not want to see me find happiness for once. Is it because she is young, and beautiful? Is it because I chose her myself? Are you that jealous?" Etan said placing his jacket down and entering the adjoining room. Ahmina went silent, and she simply listened as he ranted furiously. "Instead of simply telling her immortal life could save her, and possibly those she cares for, how it could have saved her mother, you result to telling her the worst of it all? You made me look like a murdering, manipulative son of a bitch. And yes I was wrong those years ago, but you refuse to forgive, and now you have darkened her eyes to me. She will never see me for anything more than a recluse! An incorrigible wretch!"

Etan turned to see Ahmina had stopped to listen and she was wiping tears away. "I wanted to show Julia the best man that I could be. I wanted her to see me as loyal, as protective, as valiant. I wanted to prove to her that I am more than just a charming man, but a loving one! I wanted to feel her reaching out to my soul, I wanted to feel her love me if it were in our destiny! Maybe she would have accepted my strong demeanor and demanding desires, but now I will never know because you have soiled her mind against me! I wanted to show her the closest thing to love that a man such as myself could possess."

Etan stopped for a moment and inhaled deeply. he thought of his own words and instantly his cold heart seemed to crack. Being born a vampire, he was compassionless, fearless, and felt nothing. But after so many years trying to be different than his family, and after marrying a bitten, he had no choice but to begin to experience a hint of compassion, a simple drop of reflection. He glanced over to Ahmina.

"I wanted to give her all the things I never gave to you." He admitted.

Ahmina closed her eyes tightly and nodded. "I know." She said quietly. "She deserves happiness, and she deserves for it to be her own choice, Etan. At least give her that." Ahmina didnt want to admit she felt a bit jealous of Julia. The woman was young, and free, she was able to go to school or become a true writer, whatever she wanted to do. And she had one of the most prestigious men in the world in love with her writing and beauty. Julia had everything at her disposal and didnt even know it. Ahmina wished her life had been different. She wished she had never met Etan.

Ahmina placed her face in her hands and began to cry. Everything Etan wanted to be for Julia, he would never be for her. She had left dreams of love behind long ago. But now she was riding on Julia accepting Etan so she could be free of being the Countesses slave. She pretended that she wanted to "save" or "protect" Julia from Etan and the Countesses evil ways, but now it seemed she had become as cruel as them. She wanted Julia to take her place so she could escape. Exchanging her place for Julia was just as cruel was it not? Ahmina hated herself. If Julia decided to join them willingly, and Ahmina betrayed her by leaving, or even dying, it would mean she was no better than Etan or the Countess. She would be worse.

And so, she was trapped yet again by her own heart and her human side, the fear of letting someone down was now her prison. Ahmina continued to cry in her hands, conflicted and pained by years of torture with the Fortieres that would never end. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and she glanced up to see Etan was beside her. She wiped her eyes and tried to stand but he gently held her down. He pulled back the covers of her bed and helped her lay back. She put her head on the pillow and continued to cry as he pulled the covers to her shoulders.

Being able to sleep was something she desired when her body needed it. being a bitten meant she was only part vampire, not one of the bloodline like Etan. She didnt need to sleep, but if she wanted to, she could shut her body down and rest, like the vampires did during the day. Ahmina continued to softly sob alone as Etan exited her room and closed the door.

Julia nodded. "Thank you Ahmina. I appreciate that you told me the truth. I will still stay here for the season. I want to learn more. I don't know if I will accept the offer, but I will do my best to be natural in the situation." She hugged Ahmina, "What about Jace?" She was concerned. "Will he be safe? Would be at risk for turning?"

Julia nodded to Ahmina before she got in the car. Heading home to pack for her stay and to inform Jace of his stay as well. Though Julia had a lot she couldn't tell Jace, about the Viscount and the Viscountess but she could tell him everything else. Her ride home her mind swam with different thoughts of what she had learned. Etan and Ahmina were both vampires...and Etan wanted her.

Julia pushed open the door to the shared loft and smiled at Jace curled up on the couch. His eyes drifted to her and she smiled. He jumped up and started bombarding her with questions. "Slow down, Jace. We have a little while. But we also have to pack!" She smiled. She explained everything to him while he followed her up to her room.

"They want US to stay in their house with them for the SEASON!?!" His voice was high and excited. She nodded.

"Pack for the season. We are also bringing Dutch. You and Dutch were my condition to staying with them. It's a bit weird though. The Viscount, wants to court me. He and Mrs. Ahmina are only married on paper. From what I gathered it was like arranged marriage, neither are happy." Julia sighed plopping on her bed. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose you." She sighed.

"Girl marry him! I can move in and be your personal stylist and help you with party shit!" Jace smiled at her. If only he knew what accepting to be Etan's wife truly meant. Would she still be her? Would she still love Jace and Dutch? Would she still have her soul? Her mind raced. "I need to go pack! There is so much that I need to do! Do you want me to bring the Milkis?" Julia nodded. She needed her Milkis to survive life. It was her comfort drink. After Jace left Julia reached for her books. She would want to take them with her. She read a lot. She started absentmindedly packing her things, clothes, books, chargers, her laptop, notebooks, Dutch's things, and just things she would need for comfort. Knowing that Jace was excited about the possibility of her being married to the Viscount, made her heart ache. She knew that Jace would die one day...but if she accepted she would watch him die.

"Finally, some good news to tell mother." Etan said as he adjusted his buttoned shirt in front of the mirror. He glanced behind him as he continued to tighten the outfit around his broad chest. "Mother will be proud to hear Julia accepted our offer. I have you to thank." Etan smiled, but behind him Ahmina was deep in her work. She was reading a parchment and glancing at a map beside it, as if deciphering something.
"Julia seemed to respond well to you, which means the two of you will become fast friends. If she is labeled as my wife openly, there are so many things we can do together. I always wanted to go to Dubai in the summer time, perhaps that is where the wedding will be."

"Mhm..." Ahmina acknowledged. Etan glanced toward her again and sighed deeply.

"I shall tell mother that you plan take her place as Countess, by stabbing her in her sleep with the butt end of a wooden cross." Etan said firmly.

"Sounds wonderful." Ahmina answered absentmindedly. "I hope you and Julia have a good time. Please excuse me, I'm pretty busy today." She began to shift through the papers and Etan folded his arms.

"You aren't listening to a fucking word Ive said." Etan dropped his arms and began to step toward Ahmina and she lifted her head with her eyes shifting and distracted.

"What? Oh, sorry. I'm busy today, Etan."

"You said that already." Etan murmured and he went to the table to take the parchment from her but she pulled it close to herself.

"Hey, I have a lot to do, Etan. I really don't have time to entertain your need for the countesses approval. Why don't you go to pick up Julia? Last night's dinner had a happy ending, and I am sure she is very eager to move in. You finally have someone to keep you occupied. You should be happy." Ahmina gave a swift and fake smile, and began to dive back into the parchment.

"Fine. I will pick her up today. Would you like to tell me any advice?" He asked, but Ahmina was already ignoring him again. "What the bloody hell has you so smitten lately? Before the countess demanded that I find a wife at the dinner a fortnite ago I could barely get an appointment with you. Being partner at your firm doesnt mean you have this much work to handle. I havent heard of any big cases lately. Why are you so distracted?" Etan said placing his fists on her table and restfully leaning over toward her.

Ahmina stopped what she was doing and slightly looked up to him. "Etan, you have never given a damn about anything I have ever done. Why does it matter now?" She asked, leaning her head. "Is it because of Julia? Ever since the countess demanded her to be your next wife you have become excessively...strange." She said. "My work is my Work, and you have never cared about it, my clients, or what I do. We never even speak more than a few words to each other, yet the coming of your new wife has made you exceptionally talkative and I honestly am not sure why."

Etan sighed and titled his head in thought. Ahmina watched as his square jaw began to tighten, something that often happened when he was thinking hard about something. Like the force of a bull he released a snort of anger. "I guess I want to show Julia that I am capable of being a suitable husband to my wife. I wanted her to see that I treat you with respect, that I listen to you, and that I have a good rapport with you. Maybe it will warm her up to me in passing."

Ahmina released a huff. "Etan, I don't have the patience for it. Its a lie, a farce. You don't care about me, you never have, and you can't fake it well enough, alright? The countess wanted Julia in your clutches, and I did my part! I convinced her to come to the manor, and she is coming. Once you have made her fall in love with you and turn her -then your job is done. It will be easy and None of it has to do with me, my part is over. So please, please, I'm begging you, please leave me alone and let us go back to how it was before the name Julia ever reached our ears. I want to get back to work." Ahmina said angrily, and she grabbed her papers and began to walk into the opposite study room nearest the library.

Etan shook his head and immediately went to the door. Once he was gone Ahmina quickly placed down the parchments she was reading and went back into them.

Looking from the map, to the parchment, the map and the parchment, there was so much information in front of her that she became overwhelmingly excited. This is what she had been searching for since the very first moment she became a vampire in the Fortiere family. There really was a way out of her curse, and she desperately needed to find it. And now it seemed, she finally had.

Picking up her cell phone, Ahmina dialed the number on the bottom of the old parchment. "Hello, I wish to speak to Proffessor Untellidi of Istanbul." She said, her hands shaking with excitement. "Yes, Proffessor? It is Ahmina Fortiere again, and I wanted to confirm that I received your work on the crypt you found. The symbol is exactly as I predicted, and its location is precise on the map you sent. This is the crypt we have been searching for. I need it delivered to the States right away. Please send me a bill, and I will forward the address of where it shall be delivered. Please sir, there is no time to waste."
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Etan was not sure what his wife had been up to. As he hopped into his BMW to drive toward Julia's home, he wondered if Ahmina was plotting some kind of destruction of his family. The countess was usually deeply involved, but since she knew Julia would probably run at the sight of unseemly vampire acts, she was avoiding the Fortiere manor until the deal was sealed in blood.

As Etan pulled up to Julia's place, he stepped outside of his car and lowered his protective sun shades. He dialed the number Ahmina had given him and waited to see if Julia would answer, so he could tell her he was outside. He wanted to spend the time driving to the manor explaining t her his own tale of how being a vampire was not something to fear, but something to embrace.

Julia and Jace rushed around the apartment. There was so much they needed to do. "What about the food in the fridge?" His voice called from the kitchen.

"Pack it! We can help lessen to load for the Viscount and Mrs. Ahmina." She called back too him as she looked at all her plants. "Are you sure your mom will stop by to water the plants?"

"She said she would. Plus she may stay here for a little since dad is on his business trip for a little while."' He said as he grabbed the cooler they often used when they went to the lake house his family owned. She smiled as she began putting last minute things away.

Julia had always been close to the Roffe family. Especially after her mother passed. The lake house was a place that both Jace and Julia always loved going to. Her mother would even join them during the summers. It was one of the many times that Julia would work on little writings or just go out with Jace to be in the forest. Hiking, running, swimming, fishing, late nights on the large raft in the water as they watched the stars, and just being with everyone.

The lake house was a five bedroom cabin that was set deep in the woods by a small lake that Julia wasn't sure if it really had a name, but she called it Lake Peace. There were few houses out there and the ones that were out there were spaced out pretty far. Julia would go weeks before she saw other people, unless they went to town for supplies or dinner.

She had moved to the bathroom to pack her things when her phone went off. "Hello?" She answered the unknown number. Hearing Etan's voice she stopped. "Oh, we are almost finished."

Etan smiled. "Good. I'm waiting outside. Take your time, this is a door you are opening Julia, take a moment to close the other first." He sighed and said goodbye and hung up the cell phone. He couldnt wait much longer for Julia. He had been watching her for years, watching her become the woman she was now, even though her family had wanted nothing to do with hiss kind. It was time that Julia accepted her natural birthright, one that she would have accepted had he not taken a detour and married Ahmina.

Ahmina. There was something going on with her lately. She was so busy today, and then diving deeper into it rather than just being straightforward with him? there was clearly something very wrong, and he needed to find out what it was. This is why vampires like him had familiars and servants that would spy for them, but Etan never took the time to create any. Maybe he should invest his time in that.

Etan waited for Julia to come out of the apartment with her two friends, both human and feline alike. It was time to drive to the Fortiere manor and begin to woo his new bride to be.
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Ahmina finally had time to escape the house now that Etan was occupied with Julia. She had a job to do, and after her last and final call to the witch coven upstate, she knew they also were running out of time. Quickly putting on her stilletto heels and dashing down the stairs of the manor and grasping her coat from the rack, she waited for the manservant to open the double doors before exiting quickly and waiting for her driver to open the backseat door. "The private airport, as quickly as you can." She demanded once inside.

Sitting back on the leather seat Ahmina felt her body shaking in excitement and fear. Excitement, because the crypt she had been searching for was finally being delivered, and fear because the crypt she had been searching for was finally being delivered. Whoever was inside she was not willing to meet, but her secret duty for the past forty years was clear. She needed to uncover the Fortiere secret and soon before the evil countess claimed what little bit of her life was left.

Ahmina began to retrace the last few days, and how she had suddenly become a zombie, a worn out drone who sadly wished for her own death and freedom. The truth was, it was all an act to get Etan as far from her as possible. The countess, Etan's cousins, and his entire ridiculous council and coven had no idea what Ahmina was up to and the only person that would discover it was Etan. This is why Julia's sudden presence in their lives was so imperative. She would keep Etan occupied enough that the foolish and hardly safe deeds Ahmina was doing would not be discovered until it was too late.

The car pulled into the private Airstrip, and the lengthy drive to the plane was enough time for her to consider backing out, yet she didn't. She sat back in the car as time slowly passed, waiting for the plane to land, the plane that was already on its way to her even before her phone call to Istanbul. She knew it would be arriving, the precise time, and the place it would be dropped off. It was perfect, and Etan would be none the wiser.

Within an hour a plane was in view, and Ahmina felt her heart leap as she stared into the sky. As it landed she rubbed her hands together in anticipation, and she exited the car. The plane ran the strip, and took a moment to place its runners to the ground, but once it was solid, Ahmina approached the planes large cargo area. The door gate lowered and inside was a handsome man, standing with his body leaning accross a large coffin that was nestled between other large shipped cargo.

"My dear lady Fortiere." The man said, and Ahmina softly smiled.

"Please, Viscountess is fine." She said, detesting the name Fortiere that was attached to her for years.

"Oh yes, it is." The man agreed. He snapped his fingers and soldiers dressed in war attire began to lift the cargo on either side and walk it down the ramp and into a nearby transportation truck. "Do you want to know how hard it was to locate this crypt and the person inside? Should I begin to describe it?"

Ahmina shook her head. "No details. Here's your money." She said turning to her driver who opened the trunk and handed over a large and hefty suitcase. The handsome man smiled and accepted it. Ahmina instructed the driver of the transport van to bring the crypt immediately to the manor, using the back entrance, and to place the crypt in the basement where it would remain in a sort of vampiric panic room. The driver accepted the instructions and drove off. "Now, if we are done here." Ahmina said heading back to her car.

The man tapped the suitcase with finality and saluted her, and went his separate way as she quickly entered the backseat. Resting on the leather seat again she looked to the rearview mirror where her driver met her eyes. The driver smiled. "You are most admirable, my lady." He said and she slowly smiled. "You are going to change all of our lives, forever."

Ahmina sighed with relief. "I hope so, Mister Raymond." She said quietly. "I just hope we can make it home without being seen. Take the backroads, we have to beat Etan and his new plaything home, else we will have explaining to do."

"Yes, mylady." The driver said and he pulled off quickly toward the manor.