DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for those you do not recognise as belonging to L.J.Smith, I am merely borrowing them for this work of fanfiction.
AUTORS NOTE: I realise that Diana is not the same Diana as in the secret circle, but I felt she was too-perfect. And this isn't saying that I don't like her because I do, it's just that this story needed a different Diana. There will be a lot of Cassie and Adam fluff in this story as they are my favarite L.J.Smith couple, but it won't be just romance I plan for it to get dark as the plot thickens. I just think that there aren't nearly enough stories about the secret circle and those that are out there break Cassie and Adam up which I really hate. As for the time-scale this story is in I'm guessing it's before circle daybreak reforms and obviously before Hunter Redfern gets killed. Anyway I hope you like it and please review (even if it is so I go out there and read your stuff, which I will... if you review) and tell me what you think, constructive feedback and critisum is not shouted at, but taken on. So, basicially, thank you for your time and please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it (as cheesy as it sounds). Oh and it set's off just where the last book ended.
Adam glanced at Cassie in his arms, he knew it was cheesy; the fact that he thought everything was finally right. He could finally be together with Cassie and not have to feel guilty about anything. Tenderly he moved his lips so they were resting in her hair, he could feel her heart heaving gently as she slept.
He glanced at the coven; his friends. The group that had emotionally been discussing what to do with the master tools moments ago was now quiet; people speaking softly to those around them or just thinking. They were so different; Adam often wondered how well he knew everyone there, but they were all linked he knew that. He saw Diana talking quietly with Melanie and a stab of guilt hit him as he saw her. He had cared about her, he had thought he loved her, but that was before he met Cassie and before her true colours had finally been revealed. No one but him knew what she was really capable of and what harm she could do. He shuddered as he remembered that night, the night all his admiration for her had disappeared - but he wouldn't think of that now.
Cassie shifted gently on his lap, a soft bunch of her hair had fallen into her eyes, and he brushed it away with his thumb and let it rest softly on her the lid. God he loved her so much... If anything would ever happen to her he didn't know what he would do... nothing would happen though... he wouldn't let it.
Cassie shifted comfortably in Adams lap, she knew it was cunning to pretend to be asleep, but she didn't care and she doubted Adam would either. It was so comfortable, just lying, when even through her thick wavy hair she could feel his lips hot and pulsing on her skin. She felt his finger push away a strand of her hair and rest on her closed eyelid.
She knew that if she opened an eye she would look up into his face. His face that she longed to kiss... Inwardly she shivered thinking of Diana, it saddened her to think of what she had sacrificed. But she couldn't help but think of her best friend in awe and to think that Diana, wonderful Diana was her best friend.
Her breathing slowed and thinking of Adam Cassie fell asleep.
Even from across the room Diana could feel them. There love seemed to literally seep off them... Adam was mine. He still is mine, Diana thought. And nothing will change that, not even Cassie. She couldn't believe that the one thing that meant everything to her was gone. Sure she had let him go, but he would have gone anyway and better to come out the martyr than the foul and the foul she most certainly was not. Better to let everyone think you let him go willingly rather than not.
Diana glanced over at them; Cassie was asleep in his arms! And that dopey smile on his face, a dopey smile that he had never used on her, it sickened her. She watched as he brushed away a strand of her hair and shuddered, she would have to do something and soon. She was Diana... and when Diana was there so was Adam.
The room was dark and to his liking. It was full of dark mahogany furniture which he adored and it let off a rich and imposing air, yet it was impersonal and almost cold, just the way he liked it.
He loved to watch people cower and try to hide their fear when they entered and swivelling round on his high-backed dark leather chair and met their eyes.
They thought they fouled him, or they convinced themselves that they did, it was hard to let anything pass by Hunter Redfern's eyes and if they looked, really looked instead of seeing the world in a brief imitation of the way they wanted to see it, then they would know that.
And those how did see things as they really were had to be dealt with, it was a shame really the fact that those with true promise had to fall. But then again it did so make him smile when they cracked.
Life is harsh, he thought, and I am life. He laughed bearing his fangs, it was so good being the most powerful vampire, and even better being the most feared one.
He turned his head cursing at the sound of a nock on his door. Valairan, his so-called trusting assistant, you could trust no one least f all him. He'd fall after less than a minute of torture, Redfern thought as he smiled to himself.
"Come in," he said projecting his voice in a way he knew would make Valairan cower.
"We have information, my lord," he stammered, "on a rouge coven in New Salem."
So the Salem witches had finally been uncovered, Redfern thought as a slow smile formed across his face. Interesting. They had been powerful once before, but the question is; were they powerful now.
"Do you want us to put someone on them," came the unmistakably and tediously annoying voice of Valairan, so afraid yet desperate to please his master.
Hunter Redfern turned, his smile widening, "there is no need Valairan, I will go." It would be interesting to see what the coven he had once known had formed into, and besides what he found there might just work to his favour.