- English is my second language, forgive me for any mistakes.
- This fic has been sitting in my draft forever, I wondered whether I should post it or not. It'll be a short one (2 or 3 chapters only) and I promise it'll get better next chapter. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.
Things Kamilah will never be able to provide you. Amy's mother words still echoed in Kamilah's head as she looked at her cell phone screen.
She had been living as a vampire for 2033 years. All this time, not being able to walk in the sunlight was not a problem. It was a small price to pay, compared to an immortal and powerful life. Then, she became a billionaire, being able to afford anything she wanted. But right now she had one wish, one desire she'd never be able to accomplish.
It was a rainy Sunday evening when Amy noticed she was acting strange. Kamilah was doing what she loved the most, lying on her girlfriend's chest and listening to her heartbeats. They sounded like a sweet lullaby, that sent everything away. All the melancholy, all the sadness, all the frustration. Yet, she couldn't reward her for that.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked, softly stroking Kamilah's hair. "You're not okay. I've been noticing it for days."
"Nothing," Kamilah gave her usual answer, but after dating for 6 months, Amy had adquired an impressive ability to know when she was lying.
"Kamilah, I know you."
It was useless to keep hiding it. After all, she promised there would be no more secrets in their relationship.
"Lately, I've been thinking about us."
"And? How does it make you upset?"
"Because… we'll never be a regular couple, Amy. I'll never be able to take you out for a lunch, for an afternoon at the beach and…"
"It's about that garden, isn't it?"
As they worked and lived together, Amy often used her computer. She eventually discovered all the pages and pictures she had been visiting about that location. A garden in Japan. The place Kamilah always dreamed to visit. Knowing that, Amy encouraged her to send an email, asking if they could schedule a visit at night.
"Yes," Kamilah finally confessed. "They replied my email. Declining to open an exception and let us visit at night. Believe me, I offered a lot of money."
Amy patiently shook her head and smiled.
"Hey," she squeezed Kamilah's hand. "Not being a regular couple is what makes us special, Kamilah. It's one of the reasons why I love you. Forget about it, we can visit somewhere else in our next trip."
"You don't understand," Kamilah stood up from the bed, angry. "It was important to me!"
Amy had no idea how much it was important and she never would. Kamilah couldn't just give up. Being determined was one of her strongest qualities. If she wanted something, she'd pursue it until the end.
In the next day, behind her office doors, she convoked her twin brother Lysimachus for a meeting. If there was someone that could help her to achieve that task, it was him. He worked with witches during years, adquiring some knowledge about magic.
When she finished speaking, he stared at her in silence, with a confused look on his face.
"Don't give me that look!" She angered.
"Okay, but… Why is it so important now, sister? After 2033 years as a vampire."
Kamilah exhaled deeply. She didn't want to give explanations. It was a personal matter. Something she wouldn't like to share with her brother, or even with Adrian.
"So, can you help me or not?"
"Can't you just use Adrian's serum?"
"I tried once, it was disastrous."
She told him about Amy's birthday a few weeks earlier. She went to her hometown to celebrate. Not wanting to leave her alone in a lunch with her parents, Kamilah asked Adrian a sample of his serum. For some reason, her body did not react well to its components and the side effects she experienced were more intense.
"Amy was so scared she made me promise I'd never use it again."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I didn't want to make you worried. After a couple of days I was fine again."
Lysimachus fell pensive, trying to remember someone from his past.
"I… I know someone. I'll arrange us a visit, but I can't promise anything."
A few days later, she was sitting along her brother and girlfriend at a small apartment. According to Lysimachus, it belonged to the most powerful witch in United States.
She was a young woman in her early twenties and only a little bit taller than Kamilah. She definitely didn't look like a powerful witch, who was capable of opening portals and casting complex spells, as her brother described.
She'd stop researching her magic book to give Kamilah strange glances every once in a while, what made her wonder if the witch was capable of reading her mind too.
"Hmmm," she spoke after minutes in silence. "I think I've found something."
She handed Kamilah a book. The page mentioned the city of Northbridge, the businessman Silas Prescott and his findings about the special properties of Prism Crystals.
"So we need a Prism Crystal, when Kamilah touches it she'll be able to walk in the sunlight?" Amy asked, also reading the information.
"Not that simple. You'll need to bring me the crystal. With magic, I'll canalize its power for the purpose you want. Then, Kamilah will need to carry it with her wherever she goes to be protected from the sunlight. She can use it as a necklace, or a ring."
"Like a daylight ring?"
"Exactly."
"I thought that was fiction," Kamilah spoke, still refusing to believe what she was hearing.
"Not really," the witch explained. "But some would consider it impossible, as it's extremely rare to find a Prism Crystal."
Back home, Kamilah was even more frustrated than before. On the internet, all she could find about those crystals were rumors. Even in the Dark Web, that Lily taught her how to access.
"Are you still awake?" Amy appeared behind her back, yawning.
"I was searching for information, but all I can find are pointless theories."
Amy started applying a massage on Kamilah's shoulder. She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying her girlfriend's company.
"Is there any way I can help you?"
"If you knew someone that collects rare artifacts, that could be a start."
"Then," Amy whispered in her ear. "I think I know someone."