Lysimachus
Demetrius' blood was the most lethal weapon in the vampire world. No one could survive its power, not even the First Vampire herself. When his body hit the floor, Lysimachus could barely feel it. In truth, he could barely feel anything anymore. Within seconds, darkness was consuming his mind and soul completely.
The last thing he was able to see was Rheya escaping through the dark sections of the museum. Screaming and shouting suggested Kamilah still tried to go after her, only to be stopped by Amy.
"I-It'll be okay," he felt a warm hand holding his face. "Everything will be okay... I promise."
That was Katherine's voice. So calm and soothing, but also frightened and mournful. If only Lysimachus could touch her one last time or tell her how he truly felt. He tried to reach her hand but his arms wouldn't follow his commands.
"Katherine, I..." he coughed, black blood gurgling inside his mouth. "I..."
"Brother!" Kamilah cut his sentence as she joined them on the floor. Lysimachus felt a few tears dropping on his forehead. "Please... you can't leave me again..."
"Sister, kill me. Please, don't let me die as a monster."
"Hunter..." even Priya Lacroix seemed to be deeply affected by his imminent fate. And Lysimachus could swear that was impossible for the fashion designer. "Stop this bullshit. You saved me, we'll find a manner to save you too. Won't we, mortal?"
"I'm holding on to that."
The poisonous blood had already taken most of the veins of Lysimachus' body and his skin had acquired a grey coloration. He forced one last smile before feeling his conscience and his heart were being completely swept away, turning him into a Feral. He couldn't explain what happened next, but a sudden explosion on his chest made the pendant of his new necklace shatter in a million pieces. The blue light it contained involved all his body, starting some kind of healing process.
"W-What..." Lysimachus' pain started to ease and he didn't feel so cold anymore. He was even regaining some of his conscience back. "What's happening?"
"Get some rest, sweetheart," Katherine kissed his forehead and stroke his hair. "I'll tell you later."
For the next long hours, he had a restoring sleep. In fact, Lysimachus couldn't remember sleeping that well in ages. In his dreams, he was back to his home in Egypt, where he and Kamilah were having their usual spats over a feast. But differently from reality, his mom and dad were also there. They were together at the table. Happy and celebrating, as a family. More people appeared there too, Katherine, Amy, some of their friends and a few children running across the room.
"Time to wake up, lazy," Katherine's voice called him, in an attempt to wake him up.
"Five more minutes..." he complained. "Please."
"Five more minutes? You've been sleeping for over twenty-four hours!"
Against his will, Lysimachus forced himself to open his eyes and sit down. He glanced down at his stomach, to the spot where Rheya had stabbed him. The injury was mostly healed, but how he survived was still a mystery.
"This is what I went shopping for. I went to the Fae Realm," Katherine broke the silence. "The necklace contained Lady Thalissa's magic. Her power was able to overcome the darkness inside your body and bring you back to life."
"Katherine..." Lysimachus searched for her hand, enlacing his fingers with hers. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. It was the first time he actually saw her crying.
"This is why I gave it to you in first place, because I knew you'd do something stupid. For a moment, I feared it wouldn't work. I thought I'd lose you forever."
"I had to save you, I couldn't let Rheya do what she was planning. God, I don't even know what that would've Turned you into."
Katherine rested her head against his chest, holding him tightly. Lysimachus kissed her forehead and they shared a very long moment in absolute silence, only enjoying each other's company.
"I'm starving," he finally spoke. "I feel completely worn out."
"That's right," Katherine brushed some hair from her shoulder, exposing her neck. "Lacroix said I should give you some of my blood, that it'd help to speed your recovery."
"She did?!"
Katherine nodded in response. Lysimachus chuckled at the information, then he carefully traced her jugular, applying a soft and delicate bite. He tried to do it as painless as possible, drinking only enough to regain some energy.
"Are you okay?" He healed the puncture wounds on Katherine's neck. "Do you feel any different after consuming Rheya's blood?"
"I'm fine. Being human it doesn't affect me, unless she had killed and Turned me."
"Thank god, I was so worried."
Lysimachus pressed his lips on Katherine's. She deepened the kiss, parting his lips with her tongue and then she finished by nibbling on his lower lip.
"Oh, I forgot. Kamilah asked to update you about the last events as soon as you woke up."
"What happened?" He asked, concerned. "Is it bad?"
"I don't think so," Katherine shrugged. "But some big changes are coming to your world."
Indeed, big changes were coming. As Lysimachus looked himself in the mirror after a shower, he could see something had changed. There was a new power, a new force inside him.
Amy
"Okay..." Priya paced anxiously around the room, together with Lester. They both glaring at Adrian. "Hunter's gonna make it, the Nighthunters managed to carry him out through the side entrance, but the cops are coming inside at any moment. How the hell are we going to explain this?"
"You mean Adrian betraying us and forgetting to mention the First Vampire was around, ready to kick our asses?" Lester angered.
"I'm sorry, but you two didn't witness how powerful and manipulative that woman can be."
"Adrian, babe... in case you've forgotten she hijacked my brain!"
"This is no time for accusations," Kamilah interrupted their discussion. "We need a cover up story immediately."
"Like the doors automatically closed after the bomb warning," Jax suggested, "and we got trapped inside?"
"And how did Lysimachus got stabbed? His blood is still all over the floor."
Amy watched the scene in silence. Her psychic powers were keeping the doors closed until they settled an arrangement. The Council Of New York could never find a way to solve their conflicts in a pacific manner, whoever was sitting on its six chairs. There was never an agreement. There was never peace. They were always on the edge of a war against each other, against their own species. She walked to where Lysimachus wounded body previously was, the bloodied dagger was still there, lying on the floor. The Nighthunters didn't dare to touch it, not without properly protection. It affected them harder than the others. Amy kneeled down and held it in her own hands, something in what was left of that black poisonous blood attracted, called for her...
"No fear, child," she heard a voice deeply inside her mind it, "embrace it."
The tip of her finger touched that toxic blood, but surprisingly it didn't cause her any harm or pain.
"Amy!" She heard Kamilah screaming distantly, as her mind was being pulled into a void.
A man, wearing a white tunic waited for her in a mindscape, with a soft smile on his face.
"Granddaughter, we finally meet."
"A-Are you..." she opened her mouth to ask, choking on her own words. "Demetrius."
"I've been waiting for you for centuries."
"Why am I here?"
Demetrius approached and touched her shoulders slightly. Different from Rheya, he didn't gave her chills. His touch was warm and made her feel secure.
"Amy, I have seen your journey. I have seen your path ahead," he spoke. "It's your mission to undo the original sin that birthed so much pain and darkness and bring a new era to the world."
"An era of peace?" Amy asked. That was always Rheya's main purpose, to unite vampires and mortals. A purpose that got lost in the middle of so much power and sorrow.
"It will be your choice to make. A choice that will change the world forever."
"W-why me?"
"You're the first Bloodkeeper in history to be Turned. The fusion of the two lines. Rheya's vampire blood in her human descendant. The sap of the tree in the blessed chalice. At last."
The prophecies, they finally made sense. Amy could finally see it, it was Demetrius all along, trying to guide her into her journey through those dreams and visions. She tried to speak again, but she started being attracted back to the real world. She could hear Kamilah calling her name.
"I am honored to have met you, Granddaughter."
Those were the last words Amy heard from Demetrius before everything vanished and she was back to the museum, in a shock state.
"Amy," Kamilah shook her body, "talk to me. Oh my god, you weren't supposed to touch this blood! It's..."
"It's okay," she was finally able to speak again. Somehow she knew exactly what she was supposed to do next. "He won't hurt me."
Her wife was kinda puzzled by this last part, and even more by what she was about to ask.
"Let me handle it? The situation with the police and the reporters?"
"What? Adrian will call some of his contacts, they will help us to come up with a cover up story."
"Kamilah," Amy held her hand tightly, with the same confidence Demetrius had when he touched her. "Not anymore. I will make it right, I promise."
She couldn't say no, they were out of options. Kamilah exchanged a glance with Adrian, who approached too, confused about what was going on.
"Adrian, I didn't come to your company for nothing. There was always a reason behind it. You believed in me that day, can you believe me now?"
"Yes," he encouraged her. "I can. Go ahead."
Amy opened the doors and the police rushed inside with heavy armory, inspecting everything and checking out each one of them. After concluding the entire group was clear, they forced them outside to search the museum for the rumored bomb. The press immediately started to take pictures and ask questions.
"Do it," Kamilah stood by her side. "It's time."
"I'll speak," Amy announced, loud and firm. The reporters surrounded her, asking a million questions all at once. "I'm Amy. Amy Sayeed. You all know me as Kamilah Sayeed's wife. But now you're about to know the truth. The truth about me, about all of us."
"Kamilah," Priya snarled, "what the fuck is this girl doing? Make her shut up or she'll cause us a lot of trouble."
"Lacroix, chill out."
"When I came to New York, I was just a normal girl trying to find a job, trying to figure myself out. When Adrian hired me, I discovered something. A new world. A world hidden in the shadows, causing years of pain and conflict."
"What is she talking about?" The reporters murmured to each other. "What does it have to do with the bomb?"
"For years, thousands of years, there have been two worlds. The world of day and the world of night. Your world... and ours. But it's time we ended that division. It's time we stopped living in secret. It's time this endless cycle of blood and pain comes to an end."
Amy revealed herself to the hundreds of cameras in front of her, exposing her red eyes and fangs and encouraging the others to do the same. Everyone started to follow her lead, even Priya and Lester.
"That's right. We're vampires. But we're not going to live in the shadows any more. It's time we come into the open. Time we put old conflicts behind us. It's time for a new era to begin. An era of peace and reunification."
Kamilah
4 weeks later
Only one word could describe the last few weeks, Hell. The whole world wanted to know about the secret vampire society in New York. Kamilah didn't have a single minute of peace and privacy anymore. Especially being the oldest vampire in America, the one that walked the Earth for over 2000 years, witnessing all the changes, fighting wars and leading revolutions. Journalists and paparazzi followed her all the time.
Adrian became their main spokesman, giving hundreds of interviews and exposing details about their history. But no one had became so popular as Amy, especially among the youngest mortals. She was now some sort of role model, being photographed and worshipped everywhere she went. Her face was present on the magazine covers and on TV, her followers on social media also started to increase on a daily basis.
Amy could easily handle that celebrity life, but not Kamilah. Using that new revelation and Rheya's actions as excuse, she decided to take a break from Ahmanet Financial and stay away from the spotlights for a while. At least, locked inside her penthouse she was safe and sound from questions like...
"Kamilah, you were Cleopatra's cousin," a first reporter shoved a microphone right into her face as she left the car, "can you tell us more about her?"
She ignored him, following the way inside the building. She lost the count of the unknown information she had already revealed about her cousin and the disagreements they had in a distant past. A female reporter continued to follow her.
"Kamilah... what's the secret of your hair? There are hundreds of YouTube videos trying to achieve this level of smoothness!"
"I call it good genes."
A third reporter emerged out of nowhere, before she entered the elevator.
"Kamilah, the question everyone has been asking... you're older than Jesus Christ. Have you met the Lord... in person?"
She simply rolled her eyes, and pressed the button. Once she was back home, she could finally breathe.
"Rough day?" Amy asked from her laptop, while drinking a cup coffee with Beruthiel on her lap.
"A woman can't even buy supplies for her future garden without being harassed with unwanted questions and pictures!" Kamilah complained, making her wife muffle a laugh. "I like this new era... in parts. Some parts I truly hate."
"Guess what? They're making a movie about us and out of all people they invited Lily as screenwriter. I refuse to be part of any projects that traitor is involved!"
Since Rheya's sick game, Amy had ended her relationship with her best friend. She didn't want to see, or even hear, Lily's name.
"Amy... come on. It's a silly thing, you should forgive her. Rheya did that on purpose to cause conflict between you."
"Kamilah," Amy stood up from the chair, "you have no idea of the things I watched inside her mind, okay? How could she hit on you? Or have those disgusting fantasies? She was my best friend!"
"I see," Kamilah approached her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I still think you should talk to her, get to know how she truly feels. Rheya can be extremely manipulative and you know it, better than anyone."
Amy sighed in response, still not fond of the idea.
After the night at the museum, Rheya had disappeared completely. Adrian was still alarmed, contacting vampires from every part of the world but no one had seen any signs of the First Vampire's presence anywhere.
"I have a surprise," Amy announced, showing Kamilah her laptop screen. "I'm organizing an event. A huge event. It's a concert to bring together humans and vampires. There will be musicians from both species. There will be a food buffet, as well as a synthetic blood bar. The best of both worlds, in one place, during a whole night. I spoke to Adrian and he totally approves it. He thinks it's a good manner to end any misinformation we're bloody killers."
"This is a great idea," Kamilah read the flyer and embraced her wife from behind, pressing a kiss on her neck. "You're getting popular, famous, quite influent and powerful... I love it."
"I wouldn't do this without you, Kamilah. When we first met, I was just a girl, scared and insecure. You made me a woman. You always believed in me. You made me better."
"No, you made me better. How can I be so lucky to have you, huh?"
They shared a long and passionate kiss. Kamilah looked at the flyer again. A strange sensation erupted inside her chest. She was afraid, concerned about something, yet she didn't know what.
"Amy, you didn't detect Rheya's presence around anymore," she asked, "did you?"
"No," Amy told. "I was just speaking to Adrian, he still found no traces of her. I also used my powers to try to locate her but... she vanished."
Kamilah hoped she was right. But that feeling something dark was lingering in the air wouldn't go away.
Lysimachus
2 weeks later
A lot changed in everyone's life in over a month. Though Lysimachus wasn't present when Amy made the revelation to the whole world, he wasn't free from the fame and spotlight. Clothing lines wanted hire him as their model. Girls screamed his name wherever he went to. Things only intensified when Adrian announced him as one of the candidates to lead Raines Corporation, after he gave up on his position to run for Senator and dedicate himself to the campaign.
Those weren't the only changes in his life. Being stabbed with that deadly dagger had consequences too. Every magic had a price and he was paying it for staying alive. A part of Demetrius remained inside him, granting him some new powers and abilities to be explored. So far, Lysimachus discovered he could enter Ferals' minds and control them.
That wasn't the worst part, Death became a part of him too. He'd often experience visions and dreams with those who already left this world. Amy's help and some training put that under control, but when the deceased person still had ties, unfinished business with the living, he'd see them around all the time.
"So..." Lysimachus deflected a blow of Katherine's sai as they trained together, "it has been six weeks."
"Since you got stabbed?" She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to find an opening in his defenses.
"That too. It has been six weeks you're staying in New York. In my apartment to be more specific."
"Well, maybe I'm not bored yet. But if you want me to go..."
Katherine was finally able to disarm him, pointing the sai to his chest. Lysimachus threw his hands in the air, indicating surrender.
"This is not what I meant. Isn't it easier to admit we're..." he lowered his voice, whispering the next word, "dating."
"Are we?" Katherine smirked. "I mean, now you've got tons of women at your feet. You're rich, famous, successful. Why would you want to settle down?"
"Because I want you. It's you that I love, Katherine. Why is it so hard for you to accept it? We have this thing going on for over a year now and we never talk about it."
She silenced, not giving him any response. In that moment, Lysimachus was sure he had ruined everything between them.
"Okay, I'm sorry," he apologized, walking away to the shower. "Forget what I said."
"No, wait," she called him back. "I... I feel the same. l Iove you too, but it's complicated."
"Because of what? The deceased woman who's constantly following you around? Who was she? A girlfriend, fiancée maybe?"
"I knew it'd be a matter of time until you discovered it with these new powers. I was planning to tell you at the right moment. She was my best friend, like a sister to me. And my whole world."
They sat down and she told him the entire story. Katherine and her best friend, Ava, were born only a month apart. They grew up together, having a really close friendship. Until the night Ava got murdered in the middle of the night by a creature, while they were camping at the desert. Katherine never stopped blaming herself, turning into a lonely and closed woman, who was unable to feel much of anything or create attachments with another person. When she finished, she was sobbing.
"Amy has been helping me... she showed me how it'd have been if I had died instead, but it wasn't enough," she wiped off her wet cheeks. "Then she keeps shaping that monster and I kill it inside my head, over and over again but... it doesn't go away. It'll never go away."
"Katherine, she's not moving on because you're not moving on. It's not the monster you have to kill, it's these bad feelings inside you," Lysimachus placed a hand over her chest. "You gotta let her go."
"What's keeping her around? Can't she forgive me?"
"No, actually she wants you to forgive yourself. She wants you to live, to fully live again. To smile, sing, have friends and a family. That's what she wants."
She leaned her head to the side, resting it on his shoulder.
"I'm trying," Katherine said. "I'm really trying. Would you help me?"
"Of course," Lysimachus kissed her forehead. "If you let me."
"Are you really giving up on all those women... for this one?"
"You mean the most amazing and beautiful woman I've ever met and also the one who saved my life? I totally am."
Amy
The day of the concert had finally arrived. Amy went to the location very early in the morning to make sure everything was going according to the plans. She monitored everything, to the artists' arrival to the organization of the buffet. Without the financial support of Adrian, Kamilah and Priya, as well as their influence, that event would never be possible. The money raised from the tickets sale would be going to multiple charity organizations.
However, an early encounter with Lily was almost enough to ruin her mood for the rest of the day.
"Hey," she heard her ex-best friend voice behind her, while she inspected the synthetic blood bar received from Japan, "can we talk for a minute? I mean, this is a thing we should be doing together."
"No, it's not. It was my idea. Alone," Amy didn't even bother to turn around to face Lily. "I have no time right now, Lily. I'm sorry."
"Amy... will you ever be able to forgive me?"
"Someday, in a century maybe. If by then you've already stopped having a fetish on my wife. You were supposed to be my best friend and you betrayed me!"
"Amy, it's over already. It was only a stupid crush, but I realized it wasn't even real. It isn't worth losing your friendship for that. I'd do anything to fix it."
"You'll have to try harder," Amy stared at her with a cold gaze and followed her way. After all, she had other priorities at the moment. "Bye, Lily."
People started to arrive, crowding the huge concert venue. From the backstage, Amy watched proudly as vampires and humans started to interact and wait for the performances. Many journalists waited to enter her private room to interview her. She received them, one by one, answering some short questions. By the time it was over, she went to a VIP box with a privileged view of the concert, reserved exclusively to herself and her friends. Everyone clapped as she came inside.
"Come on, guys," her cheeks were on fire. "I wouldn't have done it without you. All of you."
She forced a smile when her eyes stopped at Lily. Kamilah had saved her a seat by her side in one of the comfortable couches. Amy grabbed a drink at the bar before sitting down.
Her wife had a mischievous smile on her face, while her brown eyes aimed at her twin brother, who was standing nearby with an arm around Katherine's shoulders.
"Hey, Amy. Remember what I always say? That I've been many things in my life, but it took finding you to make me a wife?"
"Yes," Amy nodded. "I can't get tired of hearing you say that."
"One thing I had already accepted I'd never be was a sister in law. But it's finally happening, after almost 2066 years of existence."
"Oh! So we're official now?" She glanced at the new couple. Katherine hid her face in embarrassment. "It was about time!"
"Our first event as a couple," Lysimachus confirmed. "The pictures are already everywhere. It's too late to have second thoughts. Right, Katherine?"
"Who's having second thoughts?" The Nighthunter punched him playfully.
"It calls for a toast!" Lily attempted to join their conversation.
Everyone silenced, looking at each other awkwardly, expecting someone to answer.
"Why don't we go down to the floor for a while?" Amy suggested, being uncomfortable to be around her former best friend. "The two of you, me and Kamilah?"
"Sure," Katherine agreed. "Let's get going. I can't even remember the last time I attended a concert."
Before leaving, there was one last thing that came to Amy's mind. She approached Adrian and asked:
"Where's Priya, by the way? Last thing we need is a scandal."
"Oh," Adrian pointed to the stage area, laughing. "Too late for that. Last time I checked she was already causing one, she got caught making out with one of the musicians."
Kamilah
When Kamilah thought about having everything she wished for, that new life was exactly what she had in mind. Together with Amy, she planned to a small garden at the rooftop of her penthouse, as it felt rather empty. That would be a good start to gain experience, before doing something big in their house in Hamptons.
The first thing to do was to install a modern, complex and eco-friendly irrigation system. Amy watched in silence as she studied the blueprints.
"So when are they coming to install it?" Her wife wanted to know.
"They?" Kamilah raised an eyebrow.
"The workers."
"I'm installing it myself. Do you think you can help me?"
When it came to handwork, Amy was not the most talented person. She was too clumsy for all of that. An early experience, when Kamilah started to set out the first plants in the soil, was enough for them both to know she'd be better stay away from the garden.
"I'm a disaster," Amy lamented, wet and cover with mud from head to toes. "I hope I didn't kill all your new plants."
"Me too," Kamilah joked. When the girls eyes filled with tears, she realized she had taken it seriously. "Amy, no. I was joking!"
"I know I am, Kamilah. Look at you, you're so naturally talented at everything and I couldn't even press some buttons without fighting the sprinklers and rolling on the mud."
"Hey, I may be a good gardener, but you have your specialties too."
"Do I?" Amy raised an eyebrow. "Because I feel I suck at everything, most of the time."
"Okay," Kamilah involved her in her arms, without minding how dirty she would get too. "Let me see... you're good in the kitchen."
"Yeah, but I spend more time cleaning the mess than cooking the dinner itself."
She was thoughtful for a moment, thinking of more items to that list.
"You're a great vampire and fighter. In centuries I hadn't seen someone to adapt the vampire life so easily and learn so many skills in only a few months."
"I only had those advantages for being she-who-shall-not-be-named's granddaughter," Amy huffed. They both had agreed to not mention Rheya's name, or Gaius' name, anymore. "Otherwise I'd be like... my ex-best friend."
"You're angry at Lily now," Kamilah spoke. "But you're an amazing friend, listener, advisor and now, a good leader."
"Leader?"
"Amy, not every 24 years old girls will organize such a big event as you did. And that day at the museum... you handled the situation with... she-who-shall-not-be-named so well."
"I almost got your brother killed. If it wasn't for Katherine..."
"If it wasn't for you, she'd probably had killed me in that game. I saw when you moved the bottle. Also, if you hadn't stopped Serafine, all of us and those mortals would be dead too."
Amy stopped crying, but she didn't seem fully convinced of her talents yet.
"You're the best Marketing Director, everyone in the company says that. But most of all, you're the most perfect wife. I learn so much from you everyday."
"Oh my god, you're gonna make me cry again."
Kamilah cupped Amy's face, bringing her lips to hers. Amy placed her hands on her waist, bringing her closer to her body. Kamilah's mouth descended, placing kisses all over the girl's jawline and neck.
"Kamilah," Amy broke into a laugh when they parted, "now you're dirty too! We both need a shower urgently."
"There's another thing you're great at, you know?" Kamilah looked at her and raised a suggestive eyebrow.
"Oh really?! Well, but we can't take long. I need to be at the concert venue in a hour."
"In this case, we can save it for a celebration, after the concert."
Now she could finally see the accomplishment in her wife's eyes too. Being in the middle of the crowd, at the event she organized. They first stopped at the synthetic blood bar. Kamilah had heard about it previously, but she never intended to visit Japan to try it. She had some... problematic businesses in that place. In fact, she was surprised by that courtesy of The Five.
"Not like real blood," she concluded, "but it can satiate me for a while."
"I think it tastes great," Lysimachus added. "For someone who's spend most of life without drinking human blood, that should do."
They clicked their glasses before finishing them. Kamilah could tell how happy and accomplished her brother was too, even after going through such a traumatic experience at the museum.
"So, will you accept the position at Raines Corporation?" She asked, hopeful to hear a positive answer. Having Lysimachus back to New York was everything she wanted.
"I don't know yet," he sighed. "I miss my life in New Orleans but... after almost dying, I feel I should spend some time with my family too. I think I'll accept it, but not permanently."
Lysimachus stopped for a moment, pensive before adding:
"It's up to Katherine too. If she agree to stay, I'll stay."
"Oh! This is actually more serious than I thought..." Kamilah smirked, nudging her twin playfully.
"Kamilah..." Lysimachus cheeks went red. She broke into a laugh. "Can you not?!"
"I didn't want to say it in front of everyone, but congratulations, brother. Katherine is a good woman. I couldn't be happier for you."
"Thanks, sister. We still have a long way to go, but I like how we're progressing so far."
They turned around, observing as Amy playfully pulled Katherine to take pictures with her. From when Kamilah met her brother's girlfriend for the first time, she could already noticed the difference Amy's presence had caused in her life too.
"Look at that," Kamilah smiled at the sight. "She's such a natural in bring the best in a person's life. Isn't she?"
"Definitely. Katherine has changed a lot since she and Amy started hanging out. I remember how she also made me better when I first came to New York, we became friends even when I was trying to use her to get information on The Council."
"I think we can finally consider ourselves lucky."
The next song was announced and as the first notes started playing, Amy pulled Kamilah by the hand to the middle of the crowd.
"Sorry, guys," she said. "I'm gonna need my better half for this one."
Kamilah wrapped her arms around her waist, as she slowly moved to the rhythm. She recognized the song. It was one of Amy's favorites.
"This was one of our songs when we started dating," she had her eyes closed, enjoying the music. "It seems like yesterday."
"I could never forget," Kamilah whispered in her ear. "To many years to come?"
"No, to an eternity."
She turned around, kissing Kamilah for some long minutes, while the music played in the background. Time seemed to have stopped in that moment. It was the moment Kamilah realized everything was really going to be okay. They were finally in peace. And ready for what came next.
When the performance ended, they had a short interval before the next one started. Not long after they rejoined the rest of the group at the VIP box, somebody knocked the door.
"I thought we were done with interviews?" Amy furrowed her brows confused.
As soon as she opened the door, a cold breeze filled the room. It send shivers down Kamilah's spine, making every bone and every muscle freeze in place. She glanced at the others and could tell they were experiencing the same sensation.
"Congratulations, Bloodkeeper," Rheya entered the room with the same arrogant posture as always. "I had to come and see your accomplishments with my own eyes. In only six weeks, you managed to do what I never could, unite vampires and humans."
