Notes:
- English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes
- This fanfic is slightly inspired by Lovestruck's story Havenfall Is For Lovers - Antonio, but I intend to make it more interesting and steamier too :P
- I hope you enjoy it, your likes and reviews are always appreciated.
- I'm sorry for taking so long to update this fic. I caught a flu and I've feeling like crap ¬¬
Even the exhaustion caused by Adrian's serum wasn't capable of making Kamilah sleep. She was lying, in the same position and eyes wide open for the entire night. A sudden movement made her whole body stiffen. Asleep, Amy turned to her side, wrapping an arm around her body. Tighly. As if she was seeking for protection. Kamilah was willing to protect her but... her beating heart, the blood running in her veins, were the only thing that separated her from having her beloved brother back. She had spent her entire life searching for a way to bring him back to life and when she found it, she was giving up. Was it betrayal? Was she trying to replace her brother with a mortal lover? Her mind wouldn't stop making all these questions.
In the morning, when Amy woke up, she was still awake.
"Good morning," the girl smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Good morning, Amy."
"Are you feeling better?"
"Not much, I'm still tired."
"Okay," Amy quickly stood up. "Then stay here while I prepare us some breakfast."
As Amy left, she grabbed her phone to read that email one more time. She took a deep breath. Adrian mentioned he was searching for an alternative, but what if he wasn't capable to find? And there were more people that knew about Amy's blood properties. If she decided to do it, it had to be immediatelly.
The girl came back bringing a tray of food, where she placed a glass of milk and a plate of pancakes. She also decorated it with a small vase of flowers. Before Kamilah could stop herself, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.
"I know you like flowers," Amy spoke. "So I added some to bright up your day."
"Hmmm, gerbera daisies?"
"I know only rare flowers to make your heart beat faster, but... I thought it'd cheer you up."
"Thank you, Amy," Kamilah grinned. "It was lovely."
After eating and thinking for a long time under the shower, Kamilah made her decision. She followed to her office, grabbed a pen and a paper to write some instructions. Then, she called Amy.
"I need you to do me a favor," she said.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Do you know the Metropolitan Museum of Art?"
"It's my favorite museum."
"You'll enter a unobtrusive side entrance with a numeric keypad. You'll type this code. Inside, you'll meet a man named Scholar Jameson. Tell him I sent you and hand him these instructions."
"Okay..." Amy looked at the envelope, intrigued. "Can I ask what is this about?"
Kamilah sighed, remembering how curious Amy could be.
"He'll perform you a ritual called... Debriefing."
"A ritual? What kind of ritual?"
"It's for your protection."
Amy trusted her and followed her way to Musea Sanguis. She'd never return. By the next day, after waking up in her hometown, she'd receive a call. A job opportunity in California. She wouldn't remember Kamilah or anything that happened between them. She'd be far, far away from Kamilah's sight. Where she wouldn't be reminded that was a possibility of bringing her brother back to life.
"Good bye, Amy," Kamilah whispered to herself. "It was good while it lasted."
Amy followed Kamilah's directions. It was easy to find the entrance to Musea Sanguis. As she told, Scholar Jameson came to meet her. While he read Kamilah's letter, she examined the rest of the library. The rare artifacts, the books... All about the mysteries of the supernatural world. Only a few months earlier she'd have thought all of that was fantasy.
She grabbed a book and started reading it. Vampires of America, 34th Edition. She flipped straight to Kamilah's page.
"Kamilah Sayeed, CEO of Ahmanet Financial. Turned by Gaius Augustine, the second son, in 30 BCE..."
Gaius Augustine. As she read that name she felt a shiver going through her spine. Kamilah didn't like talking about him. She mentioned he had done horrible things to her. Amy started feeling an uncontrolable rage. She closed the book. Something else in another aisle of the library got her attention, an old, strange looking sarcophagus. For some reason she felt drawn, attracted to it. She took a few steps in the sarcophagus direction.
"Amy?" Jameson appeared, touching her shoulder, "are you ready?"
Amy shook her head, coming back to reality.
"Of course. Let's do it."
Jameson placed her seated on a chair. He asked her to close her eyes and started massaging her temples. His massage conducted her to a state of relaxation where she was unable to feel the sharp pain on her jugular. The liquid that Jameson injected made her weak, unable to express any reaction. She tried to scream but no sound would come out from her mouth. Before she could fall on the ground, Jameson held her with a smirk on his face.
"It was easier than I planned."
Solitude. Quietness. After weeks in Amy's presence, Kamilah was alone again in her mansion. There was no sound coming from the living room, where Amy usually played videogames or watched her favorite TV shows. There wasn't the sound of her energic laugh or of her footsteps running around the house whenever she wanted to show Kamilah silly videos or funny texts she received from Lily.
At the same time, she was still everywhere. In the clothes spread around the house, in the Flamin' Hot Cheetos bags in the kitchen, the scent of her hair was still in the pillows...
She turned on the radio and grabbed a glass of wine. Amy loved expensive wine, she remembered. The song that started playing also described exactly how she was feeling at the moment.
Kamilah rolled her eyes. She wasn't supposed to be grieving Amy's absence. She should be feeling nothing at all. Amy was just another mortal. But a mortal she was falling in love for.
"Didn't you hear the door bell?" The male voice made Kamilah jump out of her chair and turn off the radio.
"Adrian, my apologies. I got a little distracted."
"Hmmm, I never knew you liked this kind of music."
"Not all modern music is bad."
She offered him a glass of wine and sat beside him on the couch.
"This house is strangely quiet... where's Amy?" Adrian asked, after spending the next couple minutes looking at different directions of the mansion, looking for the girl.
"I-I... I sent her away."
"Kamilah, why?!"
"We were getting too close and having her around reminds me all the time that she's the only thing stopping me from having my brother again."
Unable to hide her unhappiness, Adrian involved her in a comforting hug.
"I collected a sample of her blood," he told. "I'm studying it and who knows someday we can find an alternative. You should call her back, Kamilah. You like her, I can see it in your eyes."
"It's too late," Kamilah lamented. "I asked Jameson to debrief her."
Adrian's expression changed, his eyes widened in fear.
"Oh no, we need to go after her right now," he got up from the couch straight to the front door.
"Why?" Kamilah followed him, not understanding his reaction.
"The reason why I came here... Jameson is working for Gaius. He's behind the ferals and Lily's attack."
"A-Are you sure?"
Adrian nodded confirming. He also suspected Jameson could be resposible Amy's capture a few weeks before.
As soon as they made to the library entrance, Kamilah desperately typed the password multiple times, getting only an error message as response.
"T-They have changed it..." she punched they keypad.
"1...3...2...8..." Adrian patiently tried to confirm what she said. "They did. We'll need Lily to crack the new password."
Kamilah returned to the car, feeling angry at herself. She acted selfish, immature. Afraid of facing her feelings, she sent Amy to a trap. She could be dead right now and the fault was entirely hers.
Not so far away, Amy attempted to open her eyes but she was too weak, too drowsy. She barely could see anything in front of her. Her vision was blurry and unfocused. At distance, she could hear two voices on a conversation.
"Has my plan come to fruition?"
"Yes, Master. We've got the girl as you asked. Now, after draining all her blood, we'll extract her heart and we can finally bring our Majesty back to life."
The two voices got even more distant, indicating they were moving away.
"I need to get out of here," Amy thought, forcing to keep her eyes opened.
She tried to get up but she was unable to move. When her vision finally became stable, she looked down, realizing she was lying on a bed and both of her arms and legs were restrained. Looking to her side, she noticed her blood was being drained by a machine. Uselessly, she attempted to free herself from the restraints.
"I'm not going to die like this!" She said to herself, before starting screaming. "Help! Somebody help me!"
No answer.
"Please..." she started crying. "Somebody get me out of here..."
She gave up, tears streamed down her face. She wondered if Kamilah noticed she was taking too long to come home. It was her only hope.
Minutes later, a figure rushed through the door. Pulling a katana from his back, he easily freed Amy's limbs.
"Hurry! Let's get out of here," he ordered while unplugging her from the machine that was draining her blood. "They're coming back."
"I can't..." Amy moaned. "I've lost too much blood..."
"Okay."
The male figure took Amy in his arms and streaked away in a advanced speed. A speed only vampires could reach.
In security inside a warehouse, Amy finally had opportunity to look better at him and confirm, he had fangs and his eyes were glowing red.
"W-Who are you?" She questioned, unsure if he was an enemy or an ally.
"Nice way to say thanks," he spoke. "I'm Jax Matsuo."
