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huge impact on her past life, as well as on her life to come, it
would seem. At the very end, Crimson had been her best
friend fighting side by side with her. Would the woman
remember her the same way Amara remembered her? From
her memories, they had started off hating one another; in the
end, they had been near sisters. Maybe Amara would soon
get all of her answers. If not, the prospect of eternity was an
interesting one to ponder when all her life she had only read
about it in fairytales.
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Chapter Ten
They parked the car after ten minutes of driving down a
dirt road with numerous "No Trespassing" signs posted along
the way. The lane was narrow, winding through foliage so
dense Amara barely saw ten feet into the wood. Whatever
they would find at the end of this road was going to be big
and gothic. It had to be. It would fit the mood and make the
whole scenario come together. You couldn't have vampires
without a dark castle, surrounded by woods with the nearest
town twenty miles away. The atmosphere reminded her of the
days she had spent at the castle.
Andrew opened the door for her and as she suspected she
had stepped into a horror movie with a large English estate
looming before her.
Great. Fucking wonderful.
Ivy roamed up the sides of the large house. A couple of
towers anchored the end of it. There was no gate though,
which was a little disappointing, but Amara could live with
that. Most of the windows were dark, but the ones that were
lit were electric. She did see the flickering of candles hidden
within the dark eyes of the mansion. How many people could
live in this place? The atmosphere was heavy and stole her
breath. A chill ran through her at the thought of ghosts
because there had to be many. It was classic.
Suddenly the earth pitched forward and she thought she
would puke. The hairs rose on the back of her neck. The
disorientation grew worse. She sensed there was some kind
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of shield protecting the house. Andrew didn't seem to be
experiencing any effects. Maybe it was because she was
psychic and whatever protected the manor must put any
suspecting humans off the scent.
Andrew's hand rested on her shoulder. The warmth of his
flesh ate through the thin material of her T-shirt. She gasped
and jumped from the contact, because her mind was hurtled
backward.
* * * *
Opening her eyes, she stared out from the top of the
castle. The wind blew her hair and clothes around her. She
thought herself to be kin to some avenging spirit or
elemental. It might have been easier to be something else
than who she was now. Then her heart might not be so
broken, Andrew's death was still in her system, still raw, but
she could find no more tears to cry for her long lost master.
Now her sorrow had burned into hatred and had given her an
iron clad will. The look in his eyes haunted her. She had seen
the love he felt for her, just as she had the first time when
she was human centuries ago. God, she had loved him then
without restraint and she would have given him anything. Had
given him everything. Then she loathed him because he stole
her most precious thing, but what had she known back then?
The land around the castle had remained unchanged even
though the centuries moved on. Humans farmed the earth,
not caring for the on goings of the castle so long as their
Mistress protected them from siege and famine. She had even
spent some time at court when she wandered away from
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Andrew and found it immensely boring. She had only enjoyed
her time in London when she ran the brothel with Magdalena
by her side. Alas, even that sweet ecstasy had been stolen
from her by the hunter. After eons of avoiding her maker, she
had been reunited with Andrew. When she had started to get
over her hatred, even he had been stolen from her. Why was
fate so cruel? She loved him even now when her soul was
breaking. She wanted revenge.
"Searching the night, little one? The answers you seek are
not there."
"How do you know? I asked you for help, but you denied
me that. So don't tell me I won't find my answers here. I
know the hunter's close. You know he is, too. Your Maker is
the one who killed all those I loved. You can stand by and
deny it all you want, but I will not have any more blood on
my hands. Simon killed Trevor and you won't even let
yourself acknowledge it. You're my friend, Crys, but you deny
the one thing in front of your very face. Love is blind. Trust
me. It's like hatred, once you get it into your system, you
can't get it out. Like blood, we feed on it until it consumes
us."
"You don't know what you're asking of me," her friend
whispered. Her auburn hair was free in the wind, whipping
around her.
"Yes I do. You have to see what you don't want to see. The
killings have been going on long enough. You said yourself
that Kathryn is dead. The only thing driving Simon to kill now
is his insane passion to cleanse the world of our kind. Andrew
died in my arms. So did my child. Stop protecting Simon!"
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"I can only do so much, love. Simon isn't here. Besides,
you're in no shape to go against him. I've tried to reason with
him, but when the insanity darkens his eyes I can't get
through, and lately that's all I see. He has also threatened
me, and we have come to blows. I know what he's doing, and
I don't condone it, but what do you wish me to do? How can I
kill the man I love?"
"It's your fucking job to condemn him! Or are all the times
you lectured me that you are Record Keeper, descended from
the mother of vampires, told me that by right, judgment
should be brought to you in extreme cases, and all those
other speeches, a bunch of bullshit?"
Crimson looked down at the rushing river that passed by
the castle. Over the years it had eroded away the land, and
now it was only a few feet from the foundation. "No. It
wasn't. You're right. I do have to take responsibility in
situations like this. I've been lax and have let many of my
duties fall to the wayside. I will find Simon and the next time
we will see his end. Agreed."
Amara nodded, knowing how much it had to hurt her
friend to think about having to kill the man she loved. Part of
her heart was cold to her friend's plight. She had seen so
many die, and part of her soul had turned to stone.
* * * *
"You ready?"
Amara jumped again and she spun out of the memory.
Andrew moved back when she flinched. She was jarred by the
disorientation she felt.
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"Are you okay?" Andrew asked.
Amara's whole body shook. Her mind reeled from
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