"Are you sure you're well enough for this?" Leonard asked concernedly to his daughter.
Both are standing outside the dinning room door, Christine placing a set distance between them.
She finally believes this man is her father but he is a stranger to her. She can't remember him as a vampire child; all she has is her odd feelings of de ja vu, an image of his smiling face, and their lullaby.
How does she act around him? He is a Count; does she treat him formally, or like any other daughter and father? But how do you act with your father? She's spent her whole life without a parent; she doesn't know how to interact with one!
Do you hold hands? Link arms? Act like your friends, or is there a boundary?
Is she, Christine, even ready for a father-daughter relationship?
After Leonard told the story about her mother, Christine considered why he left.
Leonard simply wanted to protect her, and he did it the only way he could, by leaving her.
Hadn't Christine considered the very same thing days ago when Raoul threatened Erik's life if she didn't marry him?
It would be hypocritical of her to never forgive Leonard, but it will take time. Besides, if he didn't leave Christine may never have met Erik. A selfish thought, but Christine can't imagine life without Erik; her life wouldn't have been fulfilled; livedeven.
She owes her father, not only for protecting her, but for possibly starting the path on Christine and Erik coming together, even though it wasn't intentional.
"Christine?" Leonard called again.
Christine snapped from her daze and upon seeing her fathers concern she couldn't help but smile.
"I'm ok, Papa; let's go inside."
That was the first time she directly referred to Leonard as Papa.
By his reaction he wasn't expecting it, but he was moved all the same. His emeralds softened as did his concern. The result took years off him. No longer does he look tired and worn. He is that man who sang to her a loving lullaby all those centuries ago.
Leonard took Christine's hand and gave it a small squeeze to which she returned. He then led the way into the dinning room, not realising that this very room has held countless other memorable events.
Funnily enough Erik was more shocked than anyone seeing me entering the dinning room, never mind the fact that the majority of everyone else last saw me dead.
Erik hastily kicked away the chair he was sitting on and came to me and Papa, who shut the door.
"Are you ok?" Erik pressed with an ounce of urgency as he gathered me in his arms.
"I am fine." I reply, still smiling from when I assured Papa. "Stop fussing."
"Kind of hard not too after all you've been through." Erik lightly retorted; his fingertips pressing a tad harder on my skin which he is now fervently stroking.
"You have nothing to worry about," I ensure, setting my hands on his chest.
Erik's mesmerising stare alone can make me feel I am the only person in the room, yet I am finding that feeling rather difficult at present.
The burning eyes from about a hundred or so vampires have also set their sights on me, including the gazes of Dominic, Dora and even Meg to which I'm surprised she's even allowed in the room!
"Has a decision been made about Andrew yet?" I enquire in forced lightness given the circumstances.
Erik's jaw turns rigid, obviously finding the mention of Andrew difficult. "No." he replies almost stiffly. "That has yet to be discussed."
"Then let's do so now," I say encouragingly.
"You want to be present?" Erik frowns.
I nod.
"Are you sure you're well enough?" said Erik.
"I've already asked and she's adamant." sighed Papa from behind, amusement in his sigh.
Taking Erik's hand I declare, "I promise I will leave the moment I feel unwell or even tired."
Erik eyed me for a moment; shared a look with Papa; and then looked back at me and (reluctantly) nodded. "Ok," he says, then suddenly his crooked smile appears, "Allow me to introduce you to the group."
Turning me round to properly face everyone in the room, Erik formally presents me; everyone was standing to attention, waiting attentively to be addressed.
"My Lords, your Queen has returned!" Pride rang in his proclamation, whilst I try not to cringe in embarrassment.
What is Erik doing? I'm not their Queen!
One, I'm not married to Erik, and two, I'm human!
Vampires can't have a human leader!
Astonishingly all the Lords respond by bowing dutifully. I blush even more, whilst Meg tries and fails to stifle a giggle.
"Welcome back Madame Christine." greets a gentleman happily, retracting my attention on glaring at Meg.
The man that spoke stands not that far from me and when my eyes find him, I can't take them away.
He seems fairly familiar.
The way he is looking at me resembles Papa when he does.
There's care in his eyes; care and, is that pride?
I must've been staring for more than what is normal for I can feel a squeeze on my left arm jerking back to reality.
"Christine," says Erik to my ear, that smile sounding in his voice, "This is Lord George Brewis."
"George..." I repeat in a whisper, my eyes still glued to the man.
George; he's one of the men that helped looked after me when Papa left!
His slicked back pony tailed hair is pure white; his face beardless; kind eyes; kind smile; and dressed impeccably yet not lavishly.
"George!" I confirm louder than before; smiling once again, "Excuse me for not recognising you."
"No need too Madame, the King has already explained." he said; his smile more pronounced, giving his expression a gentle warmth. "It is so good to see you again." he says sincerely.
"Thank you, but please call me Christine; that goes to everyone as well." I say turning to the rest of the Lords. "Erik seems to have forgotten I am mortal; there is no need to refer to me as Queen." I send Erik a quick glare. He smirks back.
"Besides your skin colour you look much the same." cheerily complimented another familiar looking man coming to stand next to George.
He's younger looking compared to George, and has a buoyant air about him. Tilting his head to the side he thoughtfully concludes,
"Maybe a bit shorter."
Perplexed by his remark my mind stumbles to think of a response.
"She may be small but she's still feisty," laughed Dora from across the table. Looking at me she informs, "That's David Chandler; still a cheerful git we know and love."
"And that is what I shall always be!" affirmed David proudly.
I can't help but chuckle from his happy enthusiasm. "Nice to see you again David, even though I can't remember you."
"Remembering is over-rated." David jokingly dismissed with a wave of a hand.
"Especially when it comes to birthdays." laughingly rebuked another voice coming from behind me and Erik. "We've known each other for over two thousand years and you have stillyet to remember mine!"
Erik's hand on my arm lightly tightens, while I turn to find this person. He is standing with Papa, grinning jubilantly.
The de ja vu feeling towards him is much more prominent than from George and David, even Papa! Why I cannot say.
You can easily tell this man is a fighter not just a Lord. His strong built isn't what gives it away; it's his rugged features which are oddly handsome. I cannot deny that I have a strange attraction towards him, but compared to Erik it's minimal.
There's something about this man. Why does he stand out more so than George, David and Papa?
"Oliver, I take it?" I acknowledge, as it's the last name out of the three Lords I was told about.
His grin broadens, "That I am, Chrissie." giving me a nod.
Chrissie...another reference that's eerily familiar...
Another squeeze on my arm once again brings me back to the present as well as Erik.
"Now that you have been introduced Christine, let's get things started." said Erik rather briskly. He's staring hardly at Oliver, to which he mirrors back perfectly. I can't help but frown gaping at the two.
Suddenly, Erik pulls me to follow him to the top of the table. An empty seat is placed to the left of the head chair at the top of the table. Obviously Erik has chosen where I shall sit.
As I sit my left hand is securely held by Erik's right; our joined hands resting ontop of the table.
"We've barely managed two minutes to be reacquainted with Christine's miraculous presence and already Erik is stating his claim." grumbled Oliver; testily pulling out a chair.
"Silence Oliver." reprimanded George, he too making to sit. The rest of the Lords followed suit on sitting down as well as sending Oliver reproachful glances and murmurs of disapproval.
Papa sits beside Dominic who is on the other side of Erik. Meg is on my right, Dora beside her.
"I'm just saying we three have the right for more time with her," Oliver added. "We did help raise Chrissie after all."
"I understand that Oliver," said Erik tautly; jaw tightening once again. "And you will have that time. But for now other matters have to commence."
I can understand why Oliver would want to talk to me a bit more; I too would like to speak with him, David and George, along with Papa.
But, why is he acting so brazen to Erik? And why is Erik retaliating brashly back?
Does Erik know I have this odd feeling about Oliver? Could he feel threatened by that?
This meeting will turn into a disaster if either man doesn't comply with one another; was it always like this?
Oliver made to retort but I intervened,
"I think its best that we do what Erik says and make a start as to why you have all been summoned here." I say, staring at Oliver just a second longer than anyone else.
"We know about Andrew." said George encouragingly, wanting conversation to carry on yet his expression turns grim. "Along with the human in the dungeons."
"Yes..." Papa muttered dangerously, "I've yet to meet this 'son-in-law'..."
Raoul...I forgot about him.
"You are not going anywhere near him Papa." I tell quietly.
His eyes widened disbelievingly, "He harmed you sweetheart! Threatened you! Forced marriage! I'm notgoing to allow him to get away with what he did!" admonished Papa.
"Killing him is not an option!" I retaliate.
"Arrangements have already been made as to what to do with the fop." interjected Erik, looking to Papa; his thumb stroking over my curled fingers, obviously trying to soothe me. "I have sent servants to fetch a priest to perform the annulment. When that is done the fop shall be sent back to where he came."
"You're going to let him leave unscratched?" Oliver questioned with narrowed eyes.
"I believe I've already explained his stance in the human world." said Erik with a hint of impatience. "His family and connections in Paris will become suspicious if he never returns. We could risk ourselves by not allowing him to return alive. I am positive he will not bring the subject of us and what we are up. As for Christine, he is bound to make up some story as to where she disappeared; probably make himself out as some jilted Romeo."
"And you are going to allow him taint Christine's name?" said Papa crossly.
"If that means that people's lives will no longer be threatened then yes!" I ardently say; my tone startling many except Papa who continued to look angry. "I don't care what Raoul says about me Papa, I need never return to Paris. All I care about is that everyone in the Kingdom is safe as well as being with Erik."
"I understand that, but it sounds to me that this personis being left unpunished."
"Throughout his whole time here he has been kept in the dungeons. It's not exactly the kind of living he's used too." I retort.
"Anyone can sit in a dungeon Chrissie," said Oliver. "The bastard should be punished. I'm surprised Erik has done nothing about that."
Erik's free hand latches on the table; the wood creaks painfully.
"It's under my wish that Raoul shall not be harmed." I inform defensively. "Erik, like you all, wishes to harm Raoul, but he understands my reasons not too and he respects that, like any other loyal husband would."
"But that's the problem; he's not your husband, that other idiot is." Oliver contradicted.
"In my eyes Erik's my husband." I passionately declare before Erik could explode and lunge at Oliver. "Erik is the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with, therefore he's my husband." Erik's hand tightens my own.
After a pause, allowing my declaration to sink in, Papa spoke. "I presume little one, you wish to turn back into a vampire?" he enquired, not as angry as before.
"Yes." I responded unflinchingly.
"Do you understand the process that entails?"
I try not to look guilty as I imagine the erotic picture of Erik biting my neck...
"I have a fair idea." I say lightly.
"It isn't a pleasant alteration, sweetheart." said Papa, almost solemnly. "I was changed myself and to this day I've never felt any physical pain like it."
Erik stiffens.
"The pain will be worth it on knowing what I shall gain." I state, my turn to give Erik's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Erik going to do it?" Oliver cynically questioned.
"Who else?" Erik growled challengingly.
Oliver raises his hands in mock surrender; leaning casually back while the back legs of his chair gives him support, "I'm not defying you mate, I'm just wondering would you be able to hack it, or if you've already done it."
That's a good question. Has Erik already changed someone else? Has he transformed another person's life?
The image of his mouth sucking the blood off someone else's neck...a woman's...imprinting her...giving her the miracle of eternal life...linking an unbreakable connection between them...oh, it sickens me!
There must be a possibility, how can there not be? That's what vampires do! If he has I cannot reprimand him, and I most definitely cannot show my disappointment.
Oh Christine, for all you know you could've done the very same thing when you were a vampire before you met Erik!
All you can do is just accept the possibility and move on. Infact, don't even think about it!
"There's only one person in this room who should be told that answer." Erik responded lowly.
I chance a glance at him and see that his upright form is appearing severely threatening by the second.
"And she will be given that answer privately." Erik continued. "For now all I shall say is that I am aware of the repercussions of me being the modifier. I will not lie and say that I hold no uncertainty, as I do. I do not want to see her in agony." His hand on mine again tightens. "But if this is what Christine truly wants, I will dismiss my qualms and fulfil what she asks."
I'm moved by his words yet, I'm anxious. Not of the pain, that I knew since Nicolas told me. I'm anxious of what his answer will be about if he changed another. Maybe I shouldn't know; some things should be kept in the past.
Pity Andrew and Raoul cannot be one of them.
"What about the other human?" asked a long bearded vampire Lord from the far end of the table.
By the corner of my eye, as I stare at mine and Erik's clasped hands, I notice Meg jump to attention. "Does she wish to be transformed?"
I forgot about the possibility of Meg changing. She said, before Bernard attacked us, that she may consider it, but she could have been joking.
What kind of friend have I been forgetting about her in all this? Too find out her view? I should talk to her; properly. No jokes. No nonsense; a serious talk over her future state.
"Her name is Meg." said Dora steely. "That is only her decision. I have discussed it with her but she has yet decided."
"The rules state-"
"We know what the rules are." Dora snapped. "But we are not forcing this on Meg, just like we didn't on Christine."
"No matter what Miss Knight decides we will support her either way." said Dominic.
I stare bemusedly at Dominic then turn to stare blankly at Meg and Dora.
Dora seems to have already prepped Meg. She has been there for her during my own drama. How can I ever repay her? My two best friends are now friends themselves! At least there's one thing I no longer have to worry about.
"I'd like to know what Miss Knight thinks," said Oliver. He looked to Meg, smiled charmingly and asked flatteringly, "So, darling, what do you wish to be? I could give you a hand on deciding if you wish." suavely displaying his sharp shiny teeth.
A murmur of amused disbelief echoed the room from the Lords, whereas George rolled his eyes, David shook his head, and Erik disgustedly snorted.
"My God, Oliver," Dora sighed; her head in her hands. "This is no time to think of your libido."
"I'm only trying to be friendly." Oliver chuckled whilst giving Meg a wink. "Any good friend of Chrissie's and Dorie's is a very good friend of mine..."
I was just about to say something when another voice beat me to it.
Joseph chose to intervene.
"With all due respect my Lord," said Joseph, coming to stand stoutly behind myself and Meg, "The matter of the mortal Viscount and the fallen King Andrew is, at present, more imperative to consider than that of Miss Knight's future race. Princess Dora has also stated that Miss Knight has yet to make a decision, so for now I believe it's best to move on."
Joseph sounded somewhat angry at Oliver. Looking at him you couldn't visually tell, but by his hands, for I can see resting behind on his back, are clenched tightly; almost equally as rigid when Erik is angry.
I cast a quick look at Meg viewing a small smile curling her lips, and is that a tinge of a blush on her cheeks?
I start to grin myself.
"Joe, I like you alot," said Oliver, smiling, "But-"
"Careful how your going to finish that sentence Oliver." cautioned Erik. "You know very well myself and the others hold Joseph's view on high regard. If you dismiss what he says, you also dismiss me, and I could easily treat that as treason."
Oliver's once charming, devilish smile suddenly became rather forced, unhandsomely so. I'd laugh at the scene if I didn't feel so uncomfortable.
Oliver, even though I don't remember him, is probably one of the most important people in my life, and he and Erik do not get along, and it now seems that Joseph can't even hold his tongue, the most patient man I know!
This dispute between Erik and Oliver has to stop if I'm going to maintain contact with Oliver. How did I handle it before? Probably threw something at Erik whenever I could. Sadly there isn't anything throw-able to grab.
"Joseph has made a point, Oliver." said George, staring at him warningly, "Best to solve the matter at hand." He then turned to all round the table and continued pressingly, "Any suggestions to the outcome of Andrew?"
"No discussion has to be made George," said Papa sardonically, "His sentence is simple: Death."
Many nodded agreeably, including Dora. I notice Erik and Dominic share a fleeting understanding look.
"For too long Andrew has gotten away with his unforgivable deeds. His judgement day should come." Papa added ardently.
"What of Castle North and the rest of the Kingdom?" concernly asked a bald headed Lord.
"Myself and Dominic shall work it out," Erik answered. "For now at least I am in charge of the land. I may change it back into splitting the Kingdoms and give the land to Dominic."
Murmurs of approval agreed, excluding the bald headed Lord who added, "But the people there will surely disagree with the new arrangement, infact they will surely disagree with the death of Andrew. War shall break out."
"That's a risk I am willing to take." said Erik without the slightest hint of fear.
"What of the people of Castle South?" I demand; shocked and annoyed by Erik's untroubled composure. "People's lives will be in danger!"
Including his own.
"My men know the risks." said Erik, not meeting my gaze.
"What of the women?" Dora questioned. "Are we to fight also?"
"Of course not!" dismissed Dominic, his brown eyes widened in astonishment.
"Women are not meant to fight; you'll be sent somewhere safe." Papa said reassuringly.
"Women can fight just as well as men." I say angrily to Papa then turn back to Erik. "We should be given the chance if this is the path you choose to go."
"You and every other woman and child shall notbe present." Erik stated firmly; his blue eyes telling me he does not want to discuss the matter further. But I refuse to comply.
"So we are just left with the aftermath? To clean up the scarring wounds and lay to rest the dead bodies? Because that is what will happen!" I confront hotly. "Those injured and lifeless bodies, to us women, shall be either our partners, husbands, or father's to our children. Do we not have the right to fight alongside you?"
"I am not going to agree with putting your life at risk Christine!" said Erik imprudently.
"But you could put your own life in danger?"
"I will be the one who granted this war, I should be in the firing line; as King it is my duty to stand by and help protect my people!" said Erik.
"He does have a point..." I hear Oliver reluctantly mumble.
I can't help but think back to the dream/memory of us arguing over Erik going to visit Andrew all those centuries ago; the day that resulted our parting. The similarity to that argument and now is uncanny.
"Do wives not need to protect their husbands?" I seethed lightly.
"Not only I'm I your husband but I am also King, and as your King I do what is right for my people." Erik replied evenly.
"And as your Queen I too do what is right for my people." I contradict just as coolly.
Today I am not his wife nor I'm I Queen; but I care just as much now as I did then. I married Raoul and requested to spare his life to protect everyone. I can very well do the same for Andrew if it meant Erik is safe.
"What if I disagree with Andrew's sentence?" I say.
The air in the room abruptly turned uncomfortably tight.
Once more the awkward familiar stares of every set of eyes burned on me, but only one pair shook me.
Erik's mesmerising blue directly narrowed, frighteningly so.
Our hands are still clasped, and for once, I wish they weren't.
"What are you implying Christine?" he said quietly, tensely.
"If I disagree with this then you cannot fight." I state, my voice also quiet, but out of worry.
The mesmerising blue intently sussed me out as Erik said, "You must've known Christine that war was always a possibility."
"I knew there was a chance of war but that does not mean I have to be understanding about it."
"That's how it's always been." said Papa; his own curious anger being sounded. "I mean no offence sweetheart, but you don't really have a say in the matter. What Erik says go."
I dart my wide heated eyes straight at Papa's, "I was the one that was murdered; shouldn't my view be taking into account?"
"Not if your opinion is being giving for the wrong reasons." Papa tersely responded.
"All I want is for the people in the Kingdom to be safe!" I cry in bafflement.
"And a battle is the only choice for that to become a reality," said Erik, "You cannot allow your feelings to over-take from choosing what is necessary. You were aware of this when you were Queen."
When I was Queen...
"Fine. For now on I'll try not to care for the ones I love." I yank my hand out of his grip, and turn away from Erik, folding my arms tightly.
Immature, yes, but what he said stung me.
I know I'm not Queen, but Erik has never said that before. He's always thought of me as his Queen, also indicated it, just mere moments ago he referred to me as Queen to the Lords! Does he, all of a sudden, no longer think that now, all because I am not easily agreeing to his plans?
Even thought I am a 'non-royal' human, does he believe I am not aware how leaders have to sometimes make difficult choices?
I was once a leader. I may not remember that time, but I am positive I wouldn't easily agree to drastic decisions.
"Christine," Erik calls through gritted teeth; I refuse to turn, "Christine, that is not what I meant."
"I know exactly what you mean Erik; you don't want me to wear my heart on my sleeve." I retort; looking at the wooden table.
"It's like she's never left, isn't it?" David cheerfully whispers without being subtle.
"So!" Dominic encouragingly began, trying to thaw the frosty silence between myself and Erik; whose blue stare wouldn't leave. "I take it a decision has been made?"
"Seems so." I snort.
"What do you want me to do, Christine? Forget what Andrew has done?" Erik snapped, a slight bang made on the table. "Cause I can't do that!"
"I've never said that!" I snap back, still refusing to look at him. "If there's going to be a war I think women have the choice whether to take part or not! I have that choice!"
"You can take yourself and Miss Knight out of that equation for a start. Your both human, you cannot and will not fight." said Papa imperiously.
"By the time the war arrives I may not be human." I counter. "And you will not have the same amount of control on me as you do now."
"Then you shall not be changed until afterwards." said Erik defiantly.
Without thinking, without hesitation, and without giving anyone a final glance, I shove my chair away and storm out of the room; the skirts of my dress billowing angrily with each thunderous step.
"Excuse me gentlemen, I feel I am needed elsewhere." said Erik curtly; angrily shoving his own chair away, and left the room.
Leonard too made a movement to leave; George however, halted him with a hand on the Counts arm.
"Best leave them to it Leonard," he said with a small smile, "They can sort it out themselves."
Leonard, looking perplexed at George, asked, "Have they always been like this?"
"Oh yes." amusedly chorused the majority of everyone in the room.
"Both are equally as stubborn." said Dominic. "Might take awhile for their argument to be solved, but it will eventually. Can't stay angry at one another for too long."
"Yeah," Dora grinned knowingly, "The problem will occur when trying to separate the two of them after they've made up..."
Along with her skirts that rippled with each step, Christine's long hair bounced whip-like. Her thunderous form led Erik to the stables; she didn't turn once to see him even though she knew he was following her.
She went the nearest horse available, which just so happens to be Erik's horse, Midnight. She made it into grabbing the reigns, but Erik stopped her from pulling the horse out of its den.
"Where do you think your going with that?" he questioned irately.
"I want to be alone." Christine shot back, still refusing to look at him. She kept her focus on the horse with its pure black coat, who stared placidly back.
"You're not going anywhere until you explain to me what just happened." Erik demanded; irked and hurt that he has not properly seen Christine's emeralds for almost ten minutes.
He hates it when she refuses to look at him, and he most definitely hates it when she wishes to be away from him. For too long they have been parted, Erik is notgoing to allow some stupid argument to come between them.
"You tell me," Christine retaliated, "You're the one that has decided to prolong me turning into a vampire."
"Only if the first thing you're going to do when a vampire is getting yourself killed in a war!" said Erik.
At last Christine faced him; at last Erik can view those beautiful eyes. Unfortunately for Erik, angry tears began to leak and overwhelming sadness ebbed beneath the emeralds.
Another thing Erik hates is when Christine is upset, especially when made by him.
Each one of those tears helped to rapidly diminish Erik's heated temper; each one of those tears is like a stake to the gut. How he desperately wants to wipe away those tears and anger. To gather her up in his arms and make everything better.
"All I want is to stand by you; be there for you, to help protect you! If something were to happen to you...-" Christine choked in her sob.
"Nothing is going to happen to me!" said Erik, tenderly cupping her face in his hands to keep those eyes directly on him. Of course his little human wants to try and protect the King of the vampires! He can risk the lives of his men, but he cannot risk the most precious life of her.
"Bernard almost killed you!" Christine stated in her cry.
"Bernard was a fluke!" Erik unconcernedly dismissed; his fingertips massaging the back of her head.
"What if another 'fluke' occurred during the battle? You might not be so lucky then!" Christine challenged; her tears stroking over Erik's fingers to then glide down his wrist.
"Christine, give me some credit! I know how to take care of myself when fighting. However, I won't be able to do that knowing you are in the battlefield. I refuseto lose you again, Christine." He declares strongly; his own eyes forming their own desperate glisten.
Not ever can she be put in danger again. Not ever shall harm get to her. To him she shall always be fragile and delicate, even when a vampire.
Gazing at her now, she looks so beautiful. Her cheeks are rosy from her tears, and her lips slightly more plumped. How he loves her. Would do anything to keep and protect her. She must know that, surely she must!
But he was rather rude towards her earlier, thus causing her to storm off...
"You cannot allow your feelings to over-take from choosing what is necessary. You were aware of this when you were Queen."
"Fine. For now on I'll try not to care for the ones I love." Christine yanks her hand out of his grip, and turns away from Erik, tightly folding her arms.
"Christine," Erik calls through gritted teeth; she refuses to face him, "Christine, that is not what I meant."
"I know exactly what you mean Erik," Christine replied, "You don't want me to wear my heart on my sleeve..."
How could Erik have been so tactless? He loves Christine the way she is! How she freely speaks her mind, even when she's being difficult with him! He wouldn't have it any other way!
If he isn't careful he is going to break Christine's spirit along with breaking them!
He has to show his love for her. Words will not do. Actions will have to be taken.
Christine opened her mouth to speak, but was swiftly, much desperately, cut off by a set of cool lips.
A set of lips that passionately refuses to ever leave her...
Ok me dears, you know what the next chapter shall entail! Due to unforeseen circumstances (meaning, my bedroom ceiling has decided to collapse) the most awaited chapter will not appear until next week. It is partly done, but it still needs work, and as my attention will be elsewhere for the remainder of the week, I want part of next week to concentrate on the most important chapter ever!
By the time the next chapter uploads this story will be an M, so keep your eyes peeled all of next week as well as bringing out the popcorn!
I can't wait!
*dances*