Hey lads and lassies. I am back. I am so incredibly sorry I took so very long to write this next chapter. Its been an extremely busy last month, with transferring out to another school and working and stuff. I barely had time for anything. But on the brighter side I am finally going to a school to double major in theater and psychology. No more will I have to sew. Anyways to my fellow Americans reading this, I hope you had a kick ass 4th of July. And if your not American, I still hope you had a great day J…Anyways I hope you like it, and don’t forget to tell me what you think J

Ulric and I had compromised. I was ‘allowed’ to stay in my home if I went to public events with him and kept the front that I…well that I belonged to him. I let his majesty think whatever he wants as long as he gives me my personal space.

I placed the groceries I had just bought on the kitchen counter. I began unloading, taking everything out when I felt as if I was being watched. I turned around to see Boian standing under the door frame, his arms crossed on his chest. His blonde curls were ruffled and wild matching the twisted and cynical look in his blue eyes.

The second my eyes fell on him, I knew that something was wrong; that I was in danger.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, feinting a calmness that I did not feel. Leaning my butt against the counter.

He simply smiled and crossed the distance between us in a inhumanly quick pace. When he stood in front me, I could not lie to myself and tell myself that I was not afraid. I was afraid of the maniac glint in his . His eyes flickered to me, to my house, he seemed to look everywhere and yet at nothing but me. He placed each hand on each side of me, leaning into me. I felt like a trapped, cornered animal.

He seemed to be taking my scent in, his eyes were almost close as if he was smelling something delightful. When his nose went to my neck I froze, I felt it run along my jaw and then to my ear. He took my lobe between his lips and I tensed, ready to strike out against any threatening action.

“I’ll take your last heart beat with me and if it’s any consolation I’ll remember you.” He whispered in my ear. I could not help but take that as an attack.

“Fuck off.” I pushed him off me and put some distance between us.

“Oh how I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He drawled on.

“Dream on. Get the hell out of my house.” I pointed towards the kitchen door.

“I have a job to do.” He simply said. Every warning sign within myself went on.

I ran to the living room. I was packed in weapons. My living room was full of really threatening ones, like rifles and my favorite shotgun. Just before I reached anything that I could use to defend myself with he was on me. In blinding quickness he tackled me to the ground. I fell on the coffee table breaking it beneath me. My long sleeve tee-shirt did little to shield me from the glass.

He lifted me from the remaining of my table, his hands on my back, lifting me in an insanely tender way. I made my body limp, making the injuries seem bigger than they were, and also assessing the injuries.

“I can make this easy, little fox. But if you run it’ll be anything but.” He told me.

I kneed him between his legs with all the strength I could manage. Though he was a vampire he still felt it like any other male. He let go of me, and fell to the floor. I quickly rose and kicked him on his stomach, and on face. I ran towards the bureau and opened the first drawers. My guns weren’t there.

“Shit!”

He stood from the floor, His laughter filled my house.

“I did a little cleaning while you were out, love.” If an outsider was listening to that sentence they would think he was my mate.

My mind quickly started eliminating all the easy accessible weapons. The only ones that were a bit more hidden were the ones in the bookcase in my bedroom. I ran upstairs to the bedroom, throwing side tables and vases at Boian along the way. Anything to stop him. Some he dodge, some hit him in the face.

It had always though of my bedroom as my safe haven. Where no monsters could get inside. With its antique pale wall paper and metal frame bed. But today not even it’s safety illusion could keep me safe.

I cleared the bookcase, throwing all the books to the floor. But I could not find my beautiful colt .45.

The monster in form of man kicked the door opened. He entered my room towering over me. I stood there, shaking in fear and adrenaline. He launched himself at me. Punching me across the face so hard that stars clouded my vision.

He then picked me up once again and this time he threw me on my bed. He climbed on top of me. His knees between mines. His hands were on either side of my face. I did not have the strength to fight him then. He placed a small chaste kiss on my lips before he moved to my neck.

I placed my hand on his chest, over his heart. It was a thoughtless action, as if to push him away.

“Boian.” I whispered.

“Huh” He simply grunted. I could feel his teeth on my neck, teasing; not yet tearing.

Inside I felt incredibly angry. Angry because I was weak to stop him from killing me. Angry because despite the fact that I’ve tried so hard to be strong I was in the end the victim. Always the damned victim.

In my anger my hand felt warm. A tingling warmth that I’ve never felt before as if a thousand life forces were running through my body.

Boian turned to face me. Looking down at me as if lost in though. He felt it too. For he said something that puzzled me.

“You are your mothers daughter.” He said before I felt his heart beat over my hand stop completely. He slumped over me.

I pushed his heavy body off me. And looked at him. His eyes were open, but unseeing. Even though many said that vampires had not heart beats I knew that untrue. I could feel it under my hand. I placed my head on his chest, but I only heard silence. Not a sound.

I had killed a vampire. With my bare hands.

I got up from the bed, but my knees wouldn’t hold me. I fell to the ground on my knees. After a while I succeeded. I slowly made my way to the kitchen where I had left my cell phone. I picked the small device and dialed Sam.

“Ava.” His warm voice made me feel incredibly sad. I had a knot in my throat that wouldn’t let me speak.

“Ava, hun Is everything okay?”

“Sam, I am in deep shit.” I whispered.

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Ulric’s POV:

I have called Ava for the past days, but the calls go unanswered. I went to her home and let myself in. Inside I found a cold corpse and a note. The note read:

I am sorry.

He wanted to kill me and I fought back. I understand that if you find me, you must act on rules and retribution will be given. But I cannot put myself under your mercy when I have a war to fight. I will not.

I do not know why he came here today. I tried searching him, but found nothing. Perhaps you’ll have better luck.

Perhaps if I survive to see the war’s end, then we can part in good terms.

Ava

I could not stop my ancient heart from aching at the last sentence. At her leave.

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