Chapter II: Malachi

She had been sobbing for half an hour, ignoring the knocks and hails of her court and Death Dealers. She was going to sleep for two hundred years, and she was not going to be with her Malachi. He has just poured his heart out to her, and yet his pain was no the pain she had hoped to hear. His pain was that of a chylde missing his sire, and yet Amelia wanted so much more. What made the sorrow even harder to bare was the fact that she could have had it, nine decades ago she redefined their relationship, and now he had Nina. Amelia nearly distraught looked over at the coffee table to see the diary she had cast aside, yearning for happier times she glanced over at a chest of drawers, a small oak structure with a brass lock. Inside there were volumes of diaries, she picked out the one that she would always know. A velvet bound book with gold etchings, she knew it well, for she had read it many times. It was the diary she wrote in when she had first arrived in London; it was the entry where she had first met Malachi. Aching for some comfort, she read it once more.

We have been in London for three weeks and something unexpected has happened. In my haste to see what our new home has to offer I began exploring this city, its bars, restaurants, theatres, all aspects of its night life. However I do despise having the Death Dealers follow me everywhere, I am an Elder, I deserve my independence, Which is precisely why I left on my own tonight. However as I was out walking I could feel someone following me, I stayed in sight stopping at numerous bars to taste the finest wines and spirits. I was confident no one would stop me in public. However I knew I had to get back to my accommodation before sunrise, feeling I had lost my pursuers I took a short cut down an alley way. And then it happened, two men jumped out at me, I smelt them, I knew they were Lycan, not very powerful ones either. I displayed my fangs and hissed at them, yet they were not intimidated by me. Stupid beasts, how did two lycan pups hope to defeat me? I am an elder, almost insulted by their stupidity. However I was bored. I desired to see how this situation panned out. I did not destroy them straight away, I listened to their threats, one of them grabbed me by the shoulder "I always wanted to kill a Vampire" he growled at me. I almost laughed, however before I had the chance to tear his heart out, the most curious thing happened. A voice called out from behind us "I think you better leave the lady alone." All three of us turned around, to see a boy, a human standing in the alley way. A beautiful thing he was, no more than eighteen he had jet black hair and brown eyes that told me no story, they were dead. His clothes were a bit tattered I assumed he was not a rich human. The Lycans laughed at him, one of them removed his coat and transformed into his wolf form. And yet the boy did not run he just said very calmly "that's interesting." He then pulled a knife from his pocket and charged towards my aggressors. He plunged the knife into the creature's heart, to no avail of course. The creature's companion was not impressed; he struck me, caught me off guard and grabbed the boy. The other Lycan plunged its claws deep into the boys' sternum, he sank to his knees. In that instance I felt hatred like I had never felt before. I grabbed the creature by its neck, and tore its throat out. As the dog lay gagging at my feet I pulled a hair pin from my hair, a solid silver object and drove it through the beasts' heart. Before his companion had the chance to transform I snapped his neck, placing my solid silver stiletto heel on the beasts head, I drove it through the Lycans brain.

I looked down and saw the brave boy struggle to his feet. I took his arm, "I'm sorry" he said "I couldn't help you." I was taken aback. "You were willing to risk your life for me, why?" The boy clenched his side and sank back to the floor. "You… look like you needed help." I felt choked. "What is your name child?" I asked softly, the boy looked up at me spitting up blood he managed to choke "Malachi." I looked down at him and smiled. "Malachi" I repeated. I began to stroke his hair, "Malachi…" I whispered softly "You are dying, and it is my fault, however I can give you life, and everything else you have ever wanted. Will you join me?"

The boy looked up at me for a time and then I got my answer. "Yes…… My lady" he managed to whisper. I cradled the boy in my arms and held him tight, sinking my teeth into his neck. At first the dying boy convulsed in pain, then he stopped, he wrapped his arms around my torso, the Embrace had taken hold of him. The poor boy passed out soon after this. I looked down at him for what seemed like an eternity. What a beautiful creature he was. The only human I have ever considered worthy enough to sire, I wanted him. I carried him in my arms back towards my mansion. My Death Dealers had seen me coming and ran to greet me, fire arms in hand. "My lady." A Death Dealer spoke, "What happened? Who is this?" I looked at him in disgust. "This boy tried to save my life!" I hissed "Leave us!" I carried him to my private chambers and laid him down. I would teach him everything he would need to know about being Vampire. He would be my companion.

A week has passed and my new chylde is quickly embracing our ways. When he first awoke he needed to feed, livestock of course, not human blood. During this time I refused to see any other member of my court. I noticed the way Malachi looked at me, he wanted me, and he loved me. Yet I would not allow myself to be his, and he always had to much respect to press the issue. I taught him how to use his knew strength, and to my surprise he adapted very quickly beating my Death Dealers in sparing matches. I was so proud. I had him sleep on the sofa in my private chambers so we would not have to be apart. With Malachi's training neither of us had really slept in a week, and I couldn't take anymore, I suggested we retire, despite the fact that it was still night. I had barely been asleep for an hour when it happened; there was a great howling sound, followed by gunfire. Malachi jumped from his sofa and put the chamber lights on. I stayed in bed wrapped in the bed clothes and reassured him "Stay here the Death Dealers will protect us." And then as if on cue the window to m chamber smashed, a lycan was standing in the room before us. I leapt out of bed still in my night gown, ready to challenge the Lycan. However as it charged at me, Malachi grabbed the beast by the throat. As the creature struggled against him Malachi began to beat the creature, he had gained the upper hand. Grabbing a solid silver dagger from my wall, he drove it through the beasts' heart, and it stopped moving. Malachi through the animals carcass back through the window and turned to me "Are you okay my lady?" I looked at him licking my lips "Yes Malachi I breathed heavily trying to resist the urge to touch myself "Close the shutters" I Panted. Malachi closed the shutters of my now broken window and fixed the curtains so that we would be protected from the daylight when morning came. An instant later there was a knock on the door "My lady, is everything alright in there?" The voice belonged to Nathan, my lead Death Dealer. "Yes leave us!" I snapped. I walked over to Malachi, seeing the blood of our enemy on his chest; I lost all control and began to lick it off. His hand went to my shoulders and he gently pulled down the straps to my night gown, I felt a shiver as the black silk gown slid down over my body to the floor. I stood there naked before him, and lent in for a kiss, it was magical the way it fe……

Amelia had no choice but to stop reading for she had torn out the pages of her past a long time ago, however she still remembered what had happened. The happiest most joyful moment of her life, and the cause of all her sorrow ever since.

Our kiss could have lasted forever, Amelia thought. Yet it didn't, Amelia could never have believed it at the time but something more amazing was about to happen. Taking his sire in his strong arms he lowered her onto the bed. Amelia gazed up at Malachi, who was still standing at the foot of the bed. He took the silver dagger he had used on the Lycan and turned it on himself, slicing the palm of his hand he held his hand high above Amelia's head, and let the blood trickle down into her mouth. Then he moved his hand down over her body to allow his blood to run freely over the breasts of his sire. He took a step back to watch the blood flow from her breasts down to her abdomen. Amelia began to rub herself, licking the blood from her fingers. Malachi could no longer restrain himself he stepped forward to claim what was his. Separating her legs Malachi began to caress the ivory white skin of the beautiful elders' inner thigh. Then much to Amelia's delight he delicately parted the petals of her flesh with his fingers and began to caress her most intimate area. Amelia purred with delight. "Let me taste you." She panted. Malachi obliged, lowering himself onto her he penetrated his sire just as she sank her teeth into his neck. The two groaned in ecstasy as their essences became one. Amelia's cold body became hotter than she ever imagined possible. She began to scream with pleasure as her legs wrapped around the torso of her chylde. With one final scream she climaxed like never before, and then the inferno that raged in her body was extinguished by the cool climax of her lover. The two lay there together throughout the day and into the night. Amelia lay looking into Malachi's eyes, stroking his hair. "I love you Amelia." whispered Malachi. "And I love you" She smiled, kissing his nose.

Then Amelia stopped smiling, "Get out!" She snapped as she got out of bed and covered herself with a silk robe.

"I'm sorry?" Asked a puzzled Malachi

"We can't do this" Amelia said bitterly.

"Why the Hell not!" Demanded Malachi

"Because I am an Elder! I do not have the luxury of Love, my loyalty must be to the coven!"

"So we're supposed to pretend that this never happened?" Asked Malachi, almost in desperation.

"Yes" Choked Amelia, wiping away a tear. "It's for the best."

The two stared at each other for a time. Neither knowing what to say, Amelia could see the tears welling up in Malachi's eyes, and yet he would not cry. Amelia composed herself. Taking a deep breath se asked "Do I still have your loyalty Malachi?" Holding out her hand she awaited his response. Malachi took her hand in his and kissed it like a knight would to his Queen. "Of course my lady." He said coldly, as he turned and exited Amelia's chambers.

Amelia sat in her private carriage, thinking of what may have been. They had never talked of their passion again. She remembered how awkward it had been for the first month or so, every time they saw each other. However passion eventually turned to affection and Amelia could count on one hand the amount of time they had spent apart. But all the affection and all the loyalty could not replace what she truly wanted. A century of denial was a long time; however two centuries of loneliness would be even longer.