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Indie Amelia From Underworld | Semi-Selective | 18+ {FC is of both Zita Gorog and Gal Gadot}

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A beautiful cavalry Broadsword, Northern European, ca. 1600, from Alban Arms.

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“The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Ok. Easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go. “But how” you may ask. Easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say no thanks”

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Amelia, Underworld

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“Your tenacity reminds me of your mother. She too was adamant on achieving her goals, proving to the coven that she was better than them. Better off without them. As hard as she tried, it was pointless, really. Her truth obscured, blinded by the Father of Lies.”

“Tell me, what is your truth?”

[the-direct-descendant]

Fear of the ancient and regal Amelia was easily overwhelming from a distance. A woman who might as well have ruled the whole vampire roost from the stories Eve had heard of her. Beautiful in every manner and twice as deadly as she was appealing. The mother of one of her closest friends. Whatever Eve expected of the older woman she certainly didn’t think of her being bluntly asked what she wanted more than anything. Normally Eve would be as polite as possible to someone of such an elevated status so she would not get in trouble. Unfortunately Amelia caught her on a rather bad night.

“My truth is that I am no one’s weapon anymore. I wasn’t created for destruction no matter what anyone says.” The girl tells the older woman with a stern tone. Inflection sounding very much like her mother. Eve always thought she could read people well but right now Amelia is giving her no vibes, good or bad. She isn’t sure how she feels about that.

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Amelia stared down the girl for a moment, so much like her mother - yet so different. Chuckling at the sight before her, Amelia decided she liked the girl. 

“I appreciate your honesty. It’s rare to come across it in our world built upon lies and deceit. It is an injustice that some have tried to use you as weapon. I am truly sorry for the pain you must of surely endured. How cruel of those to strip you of your childhood, your innocence.” 

Amelia spoke softly to Eve, for really, she was speaking to a child. A child that was forced to grow up too quickly in a world made up of death and destruction. 

Before Eve could see the sorrow in Amelia’s eyes, the Elder turned away and began to walk. The streets were dark and cold. No place for a girl that is being hunted down by both mortals and immortals alike. 

“Are you going to follow?” 

[the-direct-descendant]

Again Eve was taken aback by the Elder’s choice of words and the way she spoke to the young hybrid. Amelia was talking to her like she was one of her own and not an abomination or a stupid little child. Nothing like so many of the others. The softness in Amelia’s tone made some of the nervousness coursing through her dissipate. Though not all of it…

Wasn’t Amelia suppose to be dead?

“Where are we going?” Eve asked her, puzzled. Was she really just going to follow this stranger into the night? Amelia may have been very much respected and even loved by her people but to the girl she was an unknown force. But even still Eve could feel her limbs slowly cooperate with the older woman’s question. A request to follow her.

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[the-direct-descendant]

Amelia’s words and tone were inviting to say the least. Yet Eve was still hesitant and un-assured, her experiences with her vampire half-brethren were less than civil. They were cold at best and hostile at worst. Even if Amelia was telling her an ounce of truth, should she truly leave and go clear across the sea? Part of Eve trusted her because she was David’s mother.

“What about my mother? David?” The two people she had left. The only two she cared about. “I can’t leave them.” She had yet to see either of them for awhile but if Amelia could make an acception for her then maybe she could for her pariah mother and her only son?

“I havne’t seen either in so long and…I don’t know where they could be.” She looked rather sheepish now. “I only heard rumors. About David mostly.” Such was how she came to learn of her closest friends pedigree so to speak. Son of an Elder…could you imagine!

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The young hybrid’s words stopped Amelia in her tracks. 

Despite her efforts, Amelia was unable to track down her son, nor Selene. Amelia has heard no rumors about the whereabouts or well-being of either. The last Amelia heard, was about the events that took place at Antigen. After that, Amelia was unable to gain further information about the two as Amelia lacked the resources in Europe. 

Tracking down the young hybrid was easier though. Amelia gathered that the girl did not want to be found, she cleaned up well after herself, but Amelia is old and she has a keen eye for detail. 

Facing the girl, Amelia softly replied, “I was about to ask you the same thing. I do not know where Selene nor where David is. I was hoping that they would be with you but soon enough it became clear that you were alone. Though, with regards to your mother and my son, I give you my word that no harm will come their way. I offer the same to them as I offer you.” It only occurred to her now, after speaking, that Amelia referred to David as her son. 

Amelia’s curiosity peeking at the last of Eve’s words, Amelia asked, “What rumors have you heard? What have you heard of David?”

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ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴀᴍᴇʟɪᴀ‌:

Sadness overtook Amelia. Sonja was right, many lives have been lost due to this damned war. Amelia felt ashamed for her part in it - the part that she did nothing to stop it. 

Is it too late? Amelia thought.

Looking up to her old friend’s face, Amelia wondered if there is still hope. Maybe. This war is a mess. Viktor’s mess. Men. Men are always too rash, too violent and impulsive. The world - their world would be better off with women leading it. Wise and just. 

“I am so sorry for all that you have been through Sonja, all that you have lost. What an injustice that your greatest crime was that of love. It is an injustice that love was silenced by hate. Imagine the possibilities of the immortal world if the lycans and the vampires were united as one. We can end this together, you and I, Sonja. Home -  there is no home here for you, not here in Europe. The old covens will not tolerate you, they are too indoctrinated with hate and prejudice. I have a coven in New York. There, my old friend, I will welcome you and there I hope you will find a place of belonging.”  

ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴜᴘ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏɴᴊᴀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴅᴀᴍɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Her careful mask breaks, the younger woman’s raw emotion showing through–all her pain and sorrow at being condemned for falling in love with Lucian, the only man that had ever understood her and cherished her for her intelligence and her heart rather than her looks alone.

An entire war had erupted after her death, from Lucian simply trying to protect his own and Viktor–Viktor trying to justify to himself his actions by killing his only child (and grandchild in the process) but hunting down the slaves she had set free. Viktor had nearly annihilated both species in his centuries long quest to vanquish the lycans, and erase every trace of the true past. She wasn’t surprised that the covens in Europe were still indoctrinated with her father’s hate and prejudice, but it still broke her heart.

She would never be able to walk the halls she had grown up in, not without risking her life. The covens of Europe would kill her, but the packs would welcome her–even with her beloved gone.

Sonja reaches her hand out and takes Amelia’s hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. “I thank you, old friend, for offering me a place to come to call home. I gladly accept, I know I cannot linger here while too much of my father’s influence persists. I have not seen America since I was a child…its a good place to start over, and put an end to this thrice blasted war.”

She knew where to begin, by revealing the war’s true origin. There were others like her, that loved a lycan or someone they should not by the covenant. She didn’t want them to suffer as she had.

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“It is time for the dawn of justice. It is time for a revolution.” Amelia stated with conviction. 

“Change will come if we act now, it is possible. For so long I have wondered if this war would ever end. Looking at you though, I truly believe that it is possible.”

Amelia would have to make arrangements now for her and Sonja to go to America. In all honesty, both women are unsafe in Europe. Amelia came back looking for her old Nordic coven, but found Sonja instead. 

Her hand in Sonja’s, Amelia squeezed back, “I will make arrangements for us to go to America. I must ask, Sonja, do you perhaps have any allies within the lycan packs? To gain an allegiance with at least one pack that has the same ideals in mind would prove to be most beneficial for us, in a strategic sense. I have the full support of the New York vampires, though, we lack in numbers. Especially to begin a revolution.” Amelia spoke honestly and bluntly to the other woman.  

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It started with David simply wanting to take over a nightly patrol of the city, a chance to be alone with his own thoughts and do something he always use to be good at. For some reason his newly acquired coven

‘Such a common duty isn’t fit for your new rank My Lord.’ (God how he was growing so annoyed with that title) ’We have recruits to do those sort of things.’  (Not too many left now are there?) ‘It’s our insistence you at least be accompanied with a guard!’

A guard he had quickly ordered to stay put in one space near the car and then quickly ditched to go on his own path. Oh how his father would disapprove. David’s brisk walk slowed to a solemn pace when he remembered Thomas. In the end the old man had really come through for his son. If David wanted any memory of his late father then at least his last one was of the old Leader going down fighting. Fighting to protect his son.

Lost in thought for the briefest of moments David early missed the shadow in the corner of his eye. What? A rival or someone who thought to follow him despite his wishes to be left alone? As if on cue the shape came into view and David could just make it out to be human. At least human in appearance. Did Selene trail after him? Trying to look out for him as she had tried to look out for Eve?

“Who’s there?”

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Breathe.

Amelia screwed up. This, she knew. For someone who has been a vampire as long as she has -whose heartbeat should be classified near but dead - Amelia’s heart thudded very hard against her chest as if it were about to burst any minute. 

Breathe.

Amelia should not of come here. Should not of tracked down her son - there was too much as risk. His life. 

Breathe.

It was as if Amelia was a mortal again - loud and obvious - but the sight of her son bought back the first memory of ever seeing him, when she first and last held him in her arms. She just wanted to see how he looked now, if he was okay. The sight before her took her very breath away. Amelia felt faint, drowning in her emotions, unable to contain them.

Breathe.

“I am so sorry.” Amelia gasped. It was like coming up for air after being under water for too long for the lungs to handle. The first breath of air liberating - freeing. 

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The first words, the apology, did not stir anything in him for a split second until the brisk cold air around him seemed to congeal in his lungs. It was sudden;y hard to suck in a breath and everything went truly cold.

‘I’m so sorry.’

He had heard those words spoken in that same sorrowful voice only once before. A break in time from when he was mere hours old. Through the eyes of another.

“You-” Words escaped him as did the very air in his lungs. It couldn’t be…It just couldn’t! The person before him could not possibly be- But the way she spoke to him, that inflection in her voice that he could have sworn he heard before. The look in the woman’s eyes (Eyes like mine!)

“You’re here.”

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Stepping forward, facing her son, Amelia answered softly, “I am.” 

Looking up at her son, Amelia felt many emotions all at once. Joy. Sadness. Hope. Love. Guilt. To name a few. 

“You are all I ever dreamed about, my son. Please, forgive me. Everything I have done, I did for you. To protect you.” Amelia whispered as she reached up to cup David’s cheek. 

Not enough though. The thought niggled at the edges of Amelia’s subconscious. Fear ran through Amelia as she thought about the danger she is currently putting her son in by being here. There are those out there that want Amelia to remain dead. To hurt Amelia, they will hurt David. 

“You must have so many questions.”

[iinxdecisionss]

It couldn’t be and yet her she stood before. The regal Lady Amelia. The esteemed Elder of the New World coven. Lover to Thomas, his father. His mother…

“I thought you were dead. Everyone did.” He breathed out hen she laid a hand on his cheek. Right now he was staring into the eyes of a woman he had no memory of and vise versa, it was almost like looking into a mirror if he was honest. “How are you here?”

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Smiling through her tears, Amelia answered, “It’s a long story.” 

She was not lying, to explain the “why’s” and the “how’s”  would take time. Time, that Amelia felt was not the time for as of now. 

“I have so much to tell you, but for now I will tell you that I survived the lycan massacre and Lucian’s assassination attempt, I went back to New York, it was not safe here - for myself and indirectly, you - if I stayed.” 

Amelia lost track of time once she returned to New York. Lost track of what was happening in Europe while she was in America, facing and putting a swift end to the human onslaught as the humans began to learn of the existence of immortals in the US. Amelia can not say the same for Europe. The Elder feels slightly ashamed for the vampires and their inability to take control of the situation.

Not for her son though, looking at David, Amelia could only feel pride for him. David was a true warrior, a leader. Someone that the vampire covens have lacked for a long time. 

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@faceofice

The Corvinus descendant was incredibly troubled with what he had been shown through the blood memories of his fellow leader. Lycan riots. An uprising courtesy of Viktor pet project and the subsequent death of the Princess Sonja after her…’interactions’ with said lycan matyr. That being all said and done he did take a rather cruel form of smug pleasure in seeing Viktor go through such a trial.

‘Oh how the mighty do fall.’ How did Viktor like getting a taste of a cold hard loss? How did he feel watching the one thing he loved suffer by his own hand? How did he feel knowing he would never see the one person he loved most ever again?

“Lady Amelia.” He dipped his head towards the respective female coven leader. She had never looked more beautiful. Or more distraught.

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Amelia’s reign was drawing to an end. Soon, she will be asleep - hibernating as the next two centuries will pass. 

So much has happened. When Amelia was due her last reign, Amelia awakened to chaos and a war - left to pick up the pieces and clean up Viktor’s mess. It struck Amelia that her efforts were clearly not enough. Amelia has lost her power, her position naught in comparison to what Viktor has claimed (stolen)  for himself in the wake of the Old Coven being slaughtered and burned by the lycans. Most her allies, followers, Council members and army died in the wake of the lycan uprising. 

Viktor took it upon himself to revise history. Their history. The old historian, Tanis, exiled to a place Amelia does not know. No one else but herself and Markus left to know what really happened. Amelia’s truth, their truth, nothing but legend. 

The entire coven thinks that Viktor was the first and the strongest vampire. Despite Viktor’s losses, Viktor gained an upper hand against both Amelia and Markus. They both lacked followers and an army - even respect - to what Viktor has entitled himself with. Now, Viktor continues to sleep as Amelia - and now Markus - must fight a war that is not even their own. Amelia is enraged.

Amelia’s thoughts came to a halt as Markus addressed her. Turning around, the Vampire Elder felt slightly more at ease at the sight before her - as much as she hates to admit it. 

“Lord Markus. It is good to see you again.” Truly. 

[iinxdecisionss]

To say Markus was less than pleased with Viktor was a tremendous understatement. Before he went to sleep for his last reigns end the tensions between the two Elders had been tense but negotiable on better days. If they could help it they would avoid the other until the assigned Elder went into hibernation. But now…now Markus wanted to personally dig through the stone floor by hand, slap Viktor awake, and ask him what on earth he had been thinking. This war never should have happened! So many lives lost! So much history destroyed! How many even perished thanks to the lycans? Too many vampires and books on their heritage had been destroyed because Viktor did not want this particular ‘stain’ on his own record.

Markus never should have offered the old fool his gift.

More than anything he wished he could take a long drink as he once did so long ago before being bitten by that wretched bat. Instead he had no such luxury and would have to ponder (and plan around) this little problem all on his own. With some help of course. “My Lady Amelia.” He dipped his head towards the stunning woman. “Likewise.”

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Amelia could not help smile slightly at Markus. She did always have a soft spot for the other Elder, the first true vampire. 

“Tell me Markus - honestly - what do you think of these past events that have unfolded upon our world?” Amelia asked bluntly.

To soften the bluntness of her tone, Amelia sauntered past Markus and took a seat by the large fireplace that occupied the current chambers they found themselves in. 

Pouring two goblets of cattle blood for the Elders to share, Amelia gestured for Markus to join her. 

“I am sure that you know how I feel on the matter. I could never really fool you,  Markus.”

Taking a sip from her goblet, Amelia cringed and stated offhandedly, “Wine would be much more sweeter and appropriate for this situation.” 

[iinxdecisionss]

“What? This little faux pas? This mess that all but erased centuries of history because Viktor is too proud to say he made a huge blunder of things? The lycans have revolted against us and now we have no guardians or lookouts for the day-time whatsoever! Oh it’s only a setback!” Markus finished very sarcastically and bitterly. He took the offered goblet and took a long slip, ignoring the taste.

“yes, shame we had to leave in such a hurry. So much left behind.”

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Openly analyzing the other Elder before her, Amelia could not help but silently agree with Markus’ words. 

So much had been lost, especially for the two of them - at least, strategically speaking. Amelia and Markus lost much of their power and reverence during their slumber. 

Amelia felt bitter and hopeless during this past century’s reign - Amelia lacked the resources she once held to maneuver her way past Viktor’s strict rules, of which she was able to build a small following and allegiance among a few selected vampires -  an allegiance she nurtured, in case war was ever to break out among themselves.

Looking up to Markus, Amelia could not help but feel a pang of sorrow for him. Markus especially lost so much. He already lacked the resources and support before the lycan uprising , in comparison to herself and Viktor, now he has truly lost everything that he once could claim as his.  

“Including Castle Corvinus.” Amelia’s thoughts spoken aloud, without her realization. Regaining her track of thoughts, Amelia continued, “That castle was your family’s for generations. I can not imagine what pain it must bring you to see it up in flames. I’m sorry.” Amelia chose not to mention the fact hat everyone believes that Viktor is the first and strongest among them. Amelia knew that Markus must know this by now - she did not want to push him too far. 

Looking down, Amelia finished in a whisper, “Markus, I have nothing left. Nothing. Nor do you. I admire you though, despite the odds always against you, you have always seemed to have a plan. You do not know how this pains me to admit this to you, but I do not know what to do.”

Amelia honestly had so much more to say and ask of the other Elder. Yet, Amelia did not know if she could truly trust him. Markus was a wild card - he was unpredictable. That, and she for so long has resisted Markus as an ally - now here she is before him, almost begging Markus for help. 

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fighters don’t quit; we stand until the world around us crumbles to dust, and we’ll rise. we’ll rise again.

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reasons why i am a dragon of an rper:

hoards memes and threads like treasure for centuries

vanishes for long periods until everyone believes i’ve perished

exits my cave only to rain down suffering  ( read: angst )  on those around me

[iinxdecisionss]

@faceofice

The Corvinus descendant was incredibly troubled with what he had been shown through the blood memories of his fellow leader. Lycan riots. An uprising courtesy of Viktor pet project and the subsequent death of the Princess Sonja after her…’interactions’ with said lycan matyr. That being all said and done he did take a rather cruel form of smug pleasure in seeing Viktor go through such a trial.

‘Oh how the mighty do fall.’ How did Viktor like getting a taste of a cold hard loss? How did he feel watching the one thing he loved suffer by his own hand? How did he feel knowing he would never see the one person he loved most ever again?

“Lady Amelia.” He dipped his head towards the respective female coven leader. She had never looked more beautiful. Or more distraught.

[faceofice-blog]

Amelia’s reign was drawing to an end. Soon, she will be asleep - hibernating as the next two centuries will pass. 

So much has happened. When Amelia was due her last reign, Amelia awakened to chaos and a war - left to pick up the pieces and clean up Viktor’s mess. It struck Amelia that her efforts were clearly not enough. Amelia has lost her power, her position naught in comparison to what Viktor has claimed (stolen)  for himself in the wake of the Old Coven being slaughtered and burned by the lycans. Most her allies, followers, Council members and army died in the wake of the lycan uprising. 

Viktor took it upon himself to revise history. Their history. The old historian, Tanis, exiled to a place Amelia does not know. No one else but herself and Markus left to know what really happened. Amelia’s truth, their truth, nothing but legend. 

The entire coven thinks that Viktor was the first and the strongest vampire. Despite Viktor’s losses, Viktor gained an upper hand against both Amelia and Markus. They both lacked followers and an army - even respect - to what Viktor has entitled himself with. Now, Viktor continues to sleep as Amelia - and now Markus - must fight a war that is not even their own. Amelia is enraged.

Amelia’s thoughts came to a halt as Markus addressed her. Turning around, the Vampire Elder felt slightly more at ease at the sight before her - as much as she hates to admit it. 

“Lord Markus. It is good to see you again.” Truly. 

[iinxdecisionss]

To say Markus was less than pleased with Viktor was a tremendous understatement. Before he went to sleep for his last reigns end the tensions between the two Elders had been tense but negotiable on better days. If they could help it they would avoid the other until the assigned Elder went into hibernation. But now…now Markus wanted to personally dig through the stone floor by hand, slap Viktor awake, and ask him what on earth he had been thinking. This war never should have happened! So many lives lost! So much history destroyed! How many even perished thanks to the lycans? Too many vampires and books on their heritage had been destroyed because Viktor did not want this particular ‘stain’ on his own record.

Markus never should have offered the old fool his gift.

More than anything he wished he could take a long drink as he once did so long ago before being bitten by that wretched bat. Instead he had no such luxury and would have to ponder (and plan around) this little problem all on his own. With some help of course. “My Lady Amelia.” He dipped his head towards the stunning woman. “Likewise.”

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Amelia could not help smile slightly at Markus. She did always have a soft spot for the other Elder, the first true vampire. 

“Tell me Markus - honestly - what do you think of these past events that have unfolded upon our world?” Amelia asked bluntly.

To soften the bluntness of her tone, Amelia sauntered past Markus and took a seat by the large fireplace that occupied the current chambers they found themselves in. 

Pouring two goblets of cattle blood for the Elders to share, Amelia gestured for Markus to join her. 

“I am sure that you know how I feel on the matter. I could never really fool you,  Markus.”

Taking a sip from her goblet, Amelia cringed and stated offhandedly, “Wine would be much more sweeter and appropriate for this situation.” 

[iinxdecisionss]

@faceofice

It started with David simply wanting to take over a nightly patrol of the city, a chance to be alone with his own thoughts and do something he always use to be good at. For some reason his newly acquired coven

‘Such a common duty isn’t fit for your new rank My Lord.’ (God how he was growing so annoyed with that title) ’We have recruits to do those sort of things.’  (Not too many left now are there?) ‘It’s our insistence you at least be accompanied with a guard!’

A guard he had quickly ordered to stay put in one space near the car and then quickly ditched to go on his own path. Oh how his father would disapprove. David’s brisk walk slowed to a solemn pace when he remembered Thomas. In the end the old man had really come through for his son. If David wanted any memory of his late father then at least his last one was of the old Leader going down fighting. Fighting to protect his son.

Lost in thought for the briefest of moments David early missed the shadow in the corner of his eye. What? A rival or someone who thought to follow him despite his wishes to be left alone? As if on cue the shape came into view and David could just make it out to be human. At least human in appearance. Did Selene trail after him? Trying to look out for him as she had tried to look out for Eve?

“Who’s there?”

[faceofice-blog]

Breathe.

Amelia screwed up. This, she knew. For someone who has been a vampire as long as she has -whose heartbeat should be classified near but dead - Amelia’s heart thudded very hard against her chest as if it were about to burst any minute. 

Breathe.

Amelia should not of come here. Should not of tracked down her son - there was too much as risk. His life. 

Breathe.

It was as if Amelia was a mortal again - loud and obvious - but the sight of her son bought back the first memory of ever seeing him, when she first and last held him in her arms. She just wanted to see how he looked now, if he was okay. The sight before her took her very breath away. Amelia felt faint, drowning in her emotions, unable to contain them.

Breathe.

“I am so sorry.” Amelia gasped. It was like coming up for air after being under water for too long for the lungs to handle. The first breath of air liberating - freeing. 

[iinxdecisionss]

The first words, the apology, did not stir anything in him for a split second until the brisk cold air around him seemed to congeal in his lungs. It was sudden;y hard to suck in a breath and everything went truly cold.

‘I’m so sorry.’

He had heard those words spoken in that same sorrowful voice only once before. A break in time from when he was mere hours old. Through the eyes of another.

“You-” Words escaped him as did the very air in his lungs. It couldn’t be…It just couldn’t! The person before him could not possibly be- But the way she spoke to him, that inflection in her voice that he could have sworn he heard before. The look in the woman’s eyes (Eyes like mine!)

“You’re here.”

[faceofice-blog]

Stepping forward, facing her son, Amelia answered softly, “I am.” 

Looking up at her son, Amelia felt many emotions all at once. Joy. Sadness. Hope. Love. Guilt. To name a few. 

“You are all I ever dreamed about, my son. Please, forgive me. Everything I have done, I did for you. To protect you.” Amelia whispered as she reached up to cup David’s cheek. 

Not enough though. The thought niggled at the edges of Amelia’s subconscious. Fear ran through Amelia as she thought about the danger she is currently putting her son in by being here. There are those out there that want Amelia to remain dead. To hurt Amelia, they will hurt David. 

“You must have so many questions.”

[faceofice-blog]

@warringpeace

The cold air around the vampire Elder felt like a slap in the face. With a start, Amelia jolted straight up, before she fell back down. 

Amelia’s limbs felt as if they were on fire, aching with every breath. Confused to what has happened and to where she was, Amelia gasped, every breath felt like a knife down the Elder’s throat.

Where am I. The single thought running through her mind. 

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@warringpeace

“My, the world can change when you are asleep for two centuries,” Amelia addressed the other woman.

Amelia up to this point, has mostly interacted with Viktor, but that was before the Chain was implemented. Now, Ilona - Viktor’s wife - stood in front of her., instead of her husband. Offhandedly Amelia wonders how the woman could help her. Amelia will have to tread carefully though, as to not step over her boundaries - but the Elder is willing to test just how far those boundaries are. 

Languidly stretching her aching limbs, Amelia fell back into her seat, smiling slightly at the woman before her. 

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@warringpeace

Left as the wardeness of the Eastern part of Hungary, due to her father’s untimely death (curse those beasts), the Lady Amelia is in a dire predicament. 

Men and women were falling down to this unholy plague that has swept their lands, towns swarmed with wolves that were once human. Soon, she will be a ruler of nothing more but rapid beasts if Amelia does not take action.

It is not a mater of how, but a matter of should she? Marcus Corvinus arrived a fortnight ago at her fortress with a dozen men bearing the Corvinus crest. Amelia has heard of the rumors about the Corvinus family, about how they appear to never age, never die. A most godforsaken family. Amelia too has heard about the curse that struck down upon the Corvinus twins. One bitten by bat, one by wolf. The peasants claim that God himself cursed the Corvinus family, believing that they made a deal with the Devil. 

Amelia knew better. Despite her hesitation to welcome the son of Corvinus, Amelia relented. The Corvinus family held an alliance with the Vasile family for many years now, Amelia must act accordingly. 

The proposition that Marcus offered Amelia left the young woman taken aback. Marcus’ demonstrations of his new found abilities left her down right dumbstruck - and at a crossroads. Amelia was not one for superstitions, nor was she a religious woman per se, but yet the young woman found herself in a moral dilemma.

That is why she had a pigeon with a request for a meeting sent to Lord Viktor, an old ally of the Vasile family. Amelia hopes to gain some guidance from the older Lord - for she too is aware that Marcus has offered the same proposition to the old Lord.