I changed this chapter's name! I felt the other title was too long and idk not interesting.

I'm no longer accepting stories to revise; I just don't have the time!

So sorry for the long wait but school started again and it's all work, work, Work!

Uhh high school never ends!

This chapter will be two parts!

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Chapter Nine: Conspiracy Part 1

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There is nothing wrong with conspiracy against another if it's for the right reasons. Conspiracy is merely a word used to describe a plan between a few people, right?

I walked for hours and hours without even coming across one person, I felt alone, betrayed, hypocritical for feeling betrayed and now the depression started to build threatening to overspill.

Timothy's pleading glare was something I would probably never forget, the way his eyes stared deep down into mine, scarring me for life.

The way his dead limp body hung in the air fighting against gravity. Cold pale skin, rough yet soft looking, dark brown hair and hazel eye's that so many of the Juergen's family inherited stared back at mine yet his were lifeless and cold.

"Princess?" someone asked interrupting me and my thoughts. I looked over to see one of the many scullery maids stare at me with fear and questioning eyes, it was forbidden for her type to even come in contact with any of the royal family. They simply help without complaint and any contact with anyone outside their lower-class rank, I didn't like it but I couldn't do anything about it.

"Could you please take me to my room, I don't feel like being alone" I pleading noticing the fear in her eyes still present.

She hesitantly looked down at the large plate she had in her hands and when she finally made up her mind she looked back up and nodded. The gown she wore looked like it used to be white but had gained so much grim it blackened in time, it fit her too tight and it had started to rip on the bottom from being stepped on too much.

"What's your name?" I asked as she came and stood besides me—well if you call that besides—she was at least five feet away. "Fiona" she responded her voice squeaky from nerves, she seemed to be my age or maybe younger and it already seemed she had worry lines.

"Nice to meet you Fiona, I'm Amy" I responded already knowing she knew my name.

"I needed to talk to someone, someone normal" I said to myself.

The walk to my room was quiet and pleasant on my part but I could almost feel Fiona's anxiety raise itself in the air. Finally getting to my room I opened my door only to close it again.

I could feel my eyes grow wide with anger and worry. There lying on my bed lay Ricky looking as comfortable as ever! Stupid Vampire!

"Umm could you go get me some water please?" I asked going inside and slamming the door in her face.

"Sorry Fiona" I whispered turning towards the now empathy bed. "Well hello to you Princess" Ricky asked from behind me his hands sneaking their way around my waist.

"Who's Fiona?"

"You knew didn't you?" I asked roughly taking hold of his hands and sneaking my nails into his very skin.

"Know what?" he asked as if the sharp claw-like nails didn't hurt him, they probably didn't, his skin was much more solid then mine.

With that very question I felt all my commonsense and sanity leave my body, I definitely had reached my breaking point. It seemed all I knew were lies and I had enough!

I turned towards him and pounded as hard as I could into his chest clawing at the elegant shirt with my hands until it was ripped and scattered on the floor. I clawed more onto his bare chest until I felt my nails break and possibly rip away as blood drew from my hands. While my hands were blood-filled and shaking his chest was perfect, with my blood on him yet unscratched and perfectly safe.

"You know!" I shrieked as he took my hand in his in a hold I couldn't possibly break away from.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked looking down at my bloody hands then face. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked trying my best to escape his grasp yet it was fruitless he was too strong.

"It all makes sense now as to why you put me in that room, why you were at the funeral. It was all just a game a trick!" I responded quietly ignoring the almost uncontrollable thirst I felt as the smell of my blood aroused the hunger for something forbidden for a person like me.

"Are you stupid or something, what the hell are you talking about?" Ricky asked grabbing my shoulders firmly.

"You already know!" I responded glared into his eyes.

"You—" I stopped in mid sentence seeing his worried, confused and lost expression. He didn't know anything.

How could I be so stupid? If I had taken the time to only listen! I had to stop doubting him; if he didn't care he would have left me and . . . the human being inside me.

"Sorry" I curtly whispered before I grabbed his face and harshly crashed his lips down on mine. He didn't seem to mind as he gently softened his rough hold on my shoulders gently grazing the bare skin.

Fire burned beneath my lips making an embarrassing whimper to escape from my mouth.

"What . . . happened . . . ?" he asked between kisses yet the words melted in the background. I had become completely death only being able to see his lips.

My fully healed hands ran up and down his face gently leaving invisible shapes on the perfect pale skin.

As slow as he possible could he gently untied my corset with a determined smirk plastered on his handsome face.

Faster! My mind growled hating the wait and anticipation but he seemed to do the very opposite growing even slower.

Heat arose from between my legs causing red to color my cheeks and his smirk to widen.

"Please" I whispered letting the dress fall from my body letting my fully naked form be observed by his lust filled eyes. Soon embarrassment caught up with me making me cross my arms over my fully exposed chest yet as I moved my arms he held them in place as if he wanted to remember every single part of my body.

The last time I had done this I wasn't sure if I fully regretted it, sure at times I had wished it didn't happened but at others the fury, excitement and passion he brings me to my life would be gone if we hadn't done what we had.

I had to start being impulse.

Ever so gently he ran his right hand down my shoulder, around my right breast and towards my abdomen where he stopped to feel the small, barely noticeable bump maturing.

His usual smirk was replaced by something I hadn't seem before, concern. His hand shook as it traveled towards my right hip where it finally rested.

He brought his lips down on mine and I couldn't help but compare it to Ben's.

Ben's had been crazy, intrusive and disgusting, while his was soft yet masculine and wet but never slobbery. Thank god!

The security and safety I had felt with Ben was virtually gone, I could never truly learn to love my husband as I lov—like Richard Underwood, the very man I'm supposed to hate.

Ricky laid us down on the bed never once letting lip contact break as his tongue fought mine for dominance.

His tongue explored every part of my mouth and unlike before we didn't need to break apart, I no longer needed the air to live.

As the war went on in both our mouths we were too preoccupied to even hear the light knock on the door until after a few minutes the person behind it left confused holding a glass of water.

Soon all his clothes were discarded around my large room until we both lay naked in each others embrace still fighting for dominance, a war that I seemed to be loosing against his very experienced tongue.

As he dominated my mouth his hand left my hip only to be placed in a part that had only be touched once before by a man, him.

I could feel my body involuntary lift at his action wanting his hand closer to my sensitive area. His hand stood still at my very opening while his mouth moved in perfect rhythm against mine but at my most unguarded moment, the moment I choose to forget his hand and only concentrate on our tongues mingling he gently pinched one of my most sensitive areas causing my whole body to spasm against his body uncontrollably.

He hadn't done that before.

"What was—?" I wanted to ask but he repeated his action totally making me momentary forget my thought. A wicked smile spread on his lips as a moan, loud and eager escaped my mouth.

He stared down at me as his fingers gently rested on the outside if my folds teasing but never going him. Until after a while I couldn't take the wait anymore, I crashed my body to his hand bit he anticipated my action so he was able to move his hand before I even moved.

"Please" I begged but it came out more like a moan and whimper as the mischievous smile grew wider on his face.

"Okay" he whispered slowly letting his finger enter the tight space between my legs. I could feel butterflies—well more like bats— fly around my stomach making my heart rate speed up and a needy, eager feeling to release become almost a need. All the tension in my body seemed to vanish as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

After only seconds which seemed like minutes his finger touched a very, very sensitive spot inside me which had my body moving to meet up with his fingers wanting more of the feeling but he seemed to inwardly laugh every time my determined face faltered when I didn't get the feeling again. He simply loved knowing he could make me beg without hesitation.

The need to release grow more and more dominate until he finally settled giving me want I wanted and he gave in letting his finger touch my sensitive area and at the very last minute his finger pressed against my nub.

The feelings sent me on overload and I couldn't take immense feeling of pleasure. I could feel my whole body floating in air as I shook uncontrollably in total satisfaction and bliss.

This chapter was really strange for me to write! But i think it did a pretty decent job for an inexperienced girl.

I bet some of you have noticed that Amy and Ricky have yet to say "i love you" to eachother but i think a couple has to grow before they get to that stage in a relationship and while they have grown alot their not fully there. I like to take things slow and natural, plus how unorginal, corny and none exciting it would be if they kissed then said 'i love you' (no offense to writers out there if you have different views)

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Mary