Jared had abandoned his hopes before, he felt weak and lost, however,
everything seemed to improve when that correspondence arrived, the first letter Emily had written to him. He fell in love with those sweet, innocent words of someone who understood exactly his feelings, expressed subtly in the works written during his life as a writer. The fiery passion that carried her words, the residual perfume on the yellow paper and the beautiful calligraphy, gave him a reason to smile.
But he had decided to abandon his life, was afraid of loving again, and in time, ended his relationship with the stranger with whom he exchanged letters. But here she was again, not only had this woman not abandoned him, but offered him a new opportunity to fulfill his own desires.
Yes, Jared still wished for art, music, and words, but much more than that, he felt now a burning pain within himself hatred hotter than the embers that mr. Gaston had used to torture him. He would take revenge on them all, from Sophia, his ex-wife, from Gaston, or anyone who had humiliated him.
Jared and Emily returned to the bedroom, she was confused by what was happening to him, and what he really thought of her. With her back to Jared, Emily removed the fur coat that covered her dark dress and sighed.
"Jared, no matter what happened to you, now I'm here. Even if you hate me, I'm going to support you ... What? "
Emily was frightened when she felt the two arms of his beloved hugging her from behind, felt his desire, and instinctively returned. The two of them hugged each other again, and kissed.
Unlike the first time, they loved each other like wild beasts, their clothes were torn off, Jared could feel Emily's nails digging into his back, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the sharp marks of bites exchanged.
Hours had passed before they both collapsed, the two of them finally slept, were tired, stained with blood and sweat, eventually dirtying the white sheet of the luxurious bed in Emily's room.
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The Archnorth Library, the city's best-known patrimony, contains the most secretive accounts of the earliest expeditionaries, guarded immortal secrets unknown even to the White House. This place was also one of the homes of the high summit of the Noctua clan, composed of the most diverse types of intellectuals and experts in various areas.
This was a special evening, Elizabeth Copenhagen, she thought, the immortal from the Noctua house was climbing the white marble stairs of the great library, her short heeled shoe matching the black women's suit, her smooth light brown hair tied in a braid and arranged in a coke, on the back of his head. The newest house minister was moving systematically, the narrow, white-framed glasses on the bridge of her thin nose emphasizing the authoritarian air she had purposely decided to pass.
The summit of the Noctua clan was composed of seven ministers, and she had become the youngest immortal to occupy a chair among the elders, with only 154 years of immortality, Eliza, as it is now called by the younger ones, had great plans of power, and an ambition that had carried as the focus of his immortality.
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Yes, the focus, this is what makes immortals different from each other, the strong desire she carried in her transformation, that which made she seek immortality. Well, just to conquer transformation was always an arduous task, only those who showed extreme prodigy in relation to the determined area of interest, and who really wanted to live, received the gift of a kiss. The kiss is like the walkers of darkness called the act of creating another, it is the act of giving up part of their soul, of the sin they carry.
Eliza reached the top of the stairs, did not gasp, she did not need to breathe. She briefly admired the construction of the library, certainly inspired by Roman architecture, and entered through the double front door of the building. The ceiling and walls exposed ironically Catholic paintings of angels and humans coexisting peacefully, and at the center of all this, a replica of the "Creation of Adam" by Michelangelo Buoranotti.
She was led by hooded servants to an underground hall, through tunnels and more staircases. At the center of the hall was a stone table, large and rectangular, seven chairs, two of which are unoccupied. When the servants presented it, all the other members stood up to greet the new colleague.
"Oh, Minister Elizabeth. We have gone through all the ceremonies of your possession, have not we? We can drop the formalities between us. Please settle down, let's start the meeting. "A seemingly elderly man, with no hair or beard, but exposing thick white eyebrows, greeted the new minister cordially.
"Minister Fach, it is an honor to be once again in the presence of each one of you, but I would like to ask, are we not going to wait for Minister Ceasar's arrival?" Eliza asked politely.
On hearing the minister's name, Fach made a strange expression, and then said. "Minister Ceasar, unfortunately, is busy today." The response caused murmurs among other members. Whatever Ceasar is doing, the other elders certainly were as puzzled by this situation.
Eliza smiled inwardly, her action heightened the elders distrust of him, and Fach, who surely hid more than he said.
"And what would be the subject today? For what reason did I have to take an urgent flight to this city? "In making the inquiry, some of the other elders also exposed a little of her indignation.
Fachin replied, in an expression that she does not know if it was a smile or a face:
"Emily Orsh, future leader of the Ardea clan, has secretively arrived at our town."
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Emily and Jared spent another long time talking, he was eager to learn everything he could in the hours they spent together. It was said that a new blood as he does not demonstrate all its early gifts from one day to the other, the power he had used that day was called passio, and it was the innate ability to influence the feelings of others with your vampire charisma, each skill had six known stages, and every immortal began in the first stage of the inherited gifts of their respective vampiric family.
He was explained the vampire relations of his country, which clan he belonged to, and relations with other societies. Jared felt the gravity of the situation where Emily was, and a little regret at the problems she would face when she returned home. He knew he could not stay in Archnorth anymore, he should leave with her, his revenge could wait a little.
"Jared, your focus is an enigma. I never knew of an immortal who wanted his own death before the kiss. "Emily looked dismayed.
Jared does not get to understand exactly what was different with him, what was his focus, his ambition of non-life. A few minutes passed before an envelope passed under the door, Jared stood for a while staring at the envelope beside Emily, until she made a decision and opened the seemingly anonymous mail.
The letter said:
Emilia Orshanova., Baroness of the Ardea family.
It is with great pleasure that we invite your highness to tea tomorrow, held in the Feast Hall of Noctua mansion.
We look forward to your presence, since it is the law that every immortal should present himself to the regional regent council.
Sign: .Minister Elizabeth Copenhagen