I couldn’t help but look to the seat next to me where I had placed that damn box and just wished that I had learnt more about it before now. The markings on the outside spoke of a great weapon used against Vampires, about the shift of power in Hell’s greatest leaders and something of sacrifice. It spoke of the secrets it held inside its core as something that had the power to destroy a King’s entire race. But it was as cryptic as these fucking things came!
However, one thing was as clear as fucking day, whoever had created the box knew of me and knew me well enough to know how to destroy me and with it, my people. And now I was about to hand it over to a fucking cult fully intent on making that happen!
But really, what was the alternative, for I couldn’t let them have her. I couldn’t let them hurt her! Even if with my death that same outcome would become inevitable.
Gods be damned, but this was like having that fucking gun pointed to the back of her head all over again! Well, this time there was no calling their bluff and getting the box back would be something I would have to plan for, but only once I knew I had her back safely in my arms. Back to where she belonged and fucking locked away in my mountain fortress, something admittedly now, I should have done the very first second I knew her life was potentially in danger. However, my arrogance and belief that I could protect her at Transfusion had been my failing…something that wouldn’t happen again, that was a fucking vow to the Gods!
I continued to follow them and was forced to cut through the lights, tapping on the large carbon fibre shift panels at the side of the steering wheel so as to speed through before traffic could prevent me from keeping on their tail. I then continued on past the Westin Grand Munich hotel and on to the Effnerstraße road, now being able to reach greater speeds on the duel carriageway. However, I was still restricted due to the car I unfortunately couldn’t overtake as I would have liked. Fuck, but I hated driving at these speeds when I had a vehicle like this to play with!
I continued on heading towards the Föhringer Ring and was soon on the bridge crossing the Isar river which was when I noticed another Mercedes G wagon now coming up behind me. Well, fucking peachy, it was now a convoy. What were they expecting, a one man battle on the side of the road?
Well, the road had now turned back into a single lane so there was little they or I could do at this point other than all follow the Mercedes 4x4 in front. But I obviously spoke too soon, as I heard a shitty dirt bike coming up and weaving in between the cars, trying to overtake everyone and making me frown at the punk with an obvious death wish. Really, with the maneuvers he was pulling you would have thought him riding a better bike, not a shitty two stroke engine. One that I could now see cut dangerously in front of the Mercedes behind me making them beep their horn angrily. I could even see the smoke from here bellowing behind it as it was obviously burning too much oil.
But then its rider waited for the traffic to clear on the opposite side before unbelievably the brazen little fucker decided to be brave enough to overtake a fucking Lamborghini! Something I would never have allowed had I not had a car in front I was supposed to be following.
Then it got stranger still, as when overtaking me, the rider purposely stuck up his middle finger at me, making me frown in question. But then if I thought that surprising, what I saw next had me cursing in utter fucking disbelief!
“You have got to be shitting me!” I said a second after the rider pulled in front of me having only just enough room to do so, clearly having adequate skills with a bike. However, this was an insignificant thought in sight of what I could now read had been hastily spray painted on the back of a leather jacket. Three little words that I could barely believe I was fucking seeing sprayed down the rider’s back, words I couldn’t now ever ignore…
‘Make
It
So’
And then underneath was an arrow pointing off to the right which I soon understood the second I could see the slip road, that the rider was veering off towards. So, the second I saw this I let fucking hope cloud all judgement and doubt and went with my gut. Deciding to follow the rider and doing so at the last second. The car behind me didn’t react in time and other than being forced into driving into the barrier, it continued on, now running parallel to us. But I didn’t care, as all I was focused on was that rider and praying like I never had before that beneath that helmet was the face I was beyond fucking desperate to see.
“Come on, fucking pull over already!” And as if hearing me, the rider pulled over onto a grass verge on the left hand side, giving me enough room to do also. Then, before I had chance to get out of the car, I watched utterly dumb-fucking-founded as the rider kicked out the stand, got off the bike and removed the helmet like some Gods be damned sex kitten all dressed in leather. Then she shook out all that black hair of hers and I swear my fucking mouth went dry and my cock threatened to split my damn denim!
Oh, but now I was out of the car, doing so with enough strength it broke the fucking door! A little factor I didn’t give a shit about, as there was only her!
Only my Amelia.
But then, as if needing to confirm that this wasn’t a damn dream, I was at her before she could blink, taking her face in my hands and tilting it up to me. At least I did so in a gentle way, for I could see the bruises to her skin, ones I would have been furious about had I not been too busy being in total fucking awe at seeing her again.
And this was why I ended up saying the first fucking thing that came to my mind. And it was two words I would have never believed would have ever come from my lips.
But they did.
And I meant every fucking syllable…
“Marry me!”
Amelia
Chapter 5
Missing You
Okay, so it had to be said, when I formulated this plan, I never expected it to go as perfectly as it did. Especially being on the crappy bike I had been on. But then, when I had seen his Lambo speeding past and doing so at a forced speed I would actually have a chance at keeping up with, then I sent a thank you up to the Gods that must have been looking out for me. I also couldn’t help but flip him the bird as I was overtaking him, just to be sure he would take it as another signal that it was me.
After all, it had been what I had done when locked in his safe and thinking he would likely put two and two together, the other two being in the form of my main plan. Because if that didn’t work, then I knew the words of Picard would certainly do the trick, especially after what he had said this morning. And well, other than writing ‘this is your girlfriend, so please follow me’ on my back, then I didn’t know what else was safe to do without the assholes seeing it first and taking me out.
Which brought us to now and being unable to resist getting off the bike and removing my helmet in a way all cool chicks did in the movies, with a sexy shake of my hair of course. Well, from the look of things it worked for other than a second of clear astonishment from him inside the car, the next heartbeat and he was in front of me, framing my face in his hands and asking me to bloody marry him!
Okay, so I know he was only joking but let’s just say it hadn’t been my first guess on what he would say to me when we were finally reunited. But then again, it was probably at the very bottom of a list of five hundred things, with ‘hello Jedi master butt muncher’ being about a hundred before bloody ‘marry me’!
“Erm,” was the only response I could give in that moment and it was thankfully one he ignored as instead, he focused on kissing me. Doing so now as though I had been gone a year, or if I was looking into this with the depth it fully deserved, then it was more like he didn’t know if I had still been alive or not. And that thought broke my heart just as his kiss bound it quickly back together again.
His kiss was one of desperation, relief, love and salvation all rolled into one. To the point that I didn’t know if he was ever going to let me go and it was only when I heard a vehicle reversing and now crossing the grass verge we were parked at the side of, did I think ki
ssing me was probably something that should wait…like, I don’t know, maybe until we had made our speedy getaway or something equally as smart.
So I pulled back, ignoring the way his hands were now at my back and fisted in my stolen leather jacket as if he didn’t want to let me go. So, I thought it best to point out the obvious,
“Erm, shouldn’t we deal with that first?” I then nodded to the car that had now only just come to a stop and Lucius in his total bad ass way, grinned down at me before looking to the side, with eyes glowing red and dangerous.
“Oh, don’t worry, my sweetheart, I intend to,” he said and before even a door had chance to open, Lucius narrowed his eyes and after turning to face it, he raised his hands giving me that inner ‘oh shit’ moment. The car began vibrating as if the energy around it was humming to Lucius’ commanding tune and I could hear the screaming begin even from where I stood.
Then, when one tried to brave opening a door, in what was obviously a desperate attempt at escaping a Vampire King’s mighty and Hellish wrath, Lucius made a quick fist. This caused the metal around the doors to groan in an angry, twisted sound before the roof actually started boiling. The paint started to form large black bubbles that slid down the sides and onto the windows, popping and causing a strange reaction with the glass. Then, the now molten roof started to slide down the sides of the car and seem to fuse the doors shut as if they had been welded.
After this Lucius seemed to be satisfied enough that none of his victims could escape which meant he was now free to lift the car and send it hurtling in the air, flipping it so it was now making its way overhead where we stood. It was suddenly as if time had slowed down to the point where I actually had time to lift my head and watch open mouthed as the vehicle travelled over us.
However, Lucius obviously now finished with needing his hands, reached out and grabbed the front of my jacket. Then with a fisted hand, I was suddenly tugged into him, where he caught my head with his other hand. His fingers threaded through my hair where he then roughly forced my head back so he could continue where he left off, now drawing my attention away from the fact there was a flying car overhead.
The kiss was heated and all-consuming and other than the sound of the car now crashing into the woodland at the side of the road, I would most definitely have placed it in my top three. But then, with a man like Lucius, I guess it stood to reason that at least some point in our relationship, him kissing me to the sound of murder would be the norm for him. And as for me, well as long as they were in the bastards category who had tried to, attack, kidnap, rape or murder me, then I was okay with that.
“Are you alright?” he asked me once he allowed the kiss to end. Something, had we not been on the side of the road next to where he had just flipped a car like a bloody superhero, I doubted would have ended without us getting naked. But with his forehead to mine and the deep sigh he released as he asked me this question, then I could just tell that he had been going crazy with worry.
So, I raised a hand to his cheek and told him in a breathy way,
“Yeah, I’m okay.” After this he raised my face to his and ran the back of his fingers over what I guessed was my very bruised cheek. He looked as though he wanted to say something else but decided against it, so instead he took my hand and led me to his masterpiece of a supercar. He then fixed the door, one he had obviously broken in his haste to get out, then lifted it up for me like a wing on a bird. But then before letting me sit down, he reached inside and took hold of the box that had been on the seat. One I was more than a little relieved to see was still safely in his possession.
Then, whilst still holding my hand this whole time, I was lowered into the car. It was almost as if he didn’t want to lose our connection, as I don’t know, maybe as if he was afraid to.
The second he pulled down the door, he was around to his side and seated next to me with a speed that blurred my eyes. Then he tucked the box in the small space behind my side, telling me that by it being here, he had been ready to hand it over for what he believed was my ransom. Thank the Gods for foolish rash actions, tranquilizer guns, idiot mercenaries that don’t consider them a threat and my ability to swim.
But then, when seeing for myself where he had now stowed the box, I noticed that it shared the space with something else…Lucius’ sword, better known as Excalibur. I wanted to ask what exactly his plans were when bringing that kind of weapon but seeing how Lucius was focused on getting out of here, I thought it could wait.
So, after this, he flipped up a red fighter jet style switch and pressed the start button, making the impressive car sound like a beast had just been awakened from hibernation in some demonic cave somewhere in Hell. Gods, but I don’t think I had heard a car so loud before or where it actually sounded as if it roared.
“Put your seatbelt on sweetheart, because this is one ride, where I am afraid, the speed limit just isn’t an option.” Then he pressed a button on the centre console that said corsa, flipped the overly large paddles at the side of the steering wheel, and we were hitting over 60 miles an hour in what felt like two seconds flat! It threw me back into the curve of the deep bucket seat and made me find the side of the door to hang on to. Then, doing what I deemed was crazy speeds, he continued on, weaving in and out of cars now that it was back to being two lanes. He did this until we came alongside oncoming traffic, where the second there was break in the centre, he said,
“Hold on.” Then he pulled an illegal U turn using his handbrake to aid him and the car wheels screamed against the tarmac road. I had even closed my eyes for this only to open them soon after and find that unsurprisingly, we were now heading back towards the city. Of course, I screamed during this near collision, but it had to be said, Lucius could most certainly handle a car!
Then he took it up a gear and sped on, taking advantage of the light traffic and overtaking most of the time, obviously being averse to whenever there was a car in front of us. Now normally I would have tried to at least try and prevent him from driving killing speeds but considering this was about to turn into a high speed chase, I didn’t think that was a bad thing.
“We are being followed,” I said the second I saw the blacked out Mercedes now on our tail.
“I know,” was Lucius’ calm tone as if this was nothing but a leisurely Sunday drive. Hell, I almost expected to tap on the media icon on the large centre screen and Easy by the Commodores to start playing!
We quickly approached the bridge and I instantly recognised it as not far from where I had escaped so said without thinking,
“That’s where I jumped from the helicopter.” At this I heard a low, rumble of a growl before Lucius said in a dangerous tone,
“You did what!?”
Ooops, in the words of my aunty Pip, ‘My bad’.
“Erm…I mean stepped safely from it?” I said in a questioning tone that asked if this sounded better for him. This time when he growled it was followed swiftly by a,
“We will be discussing this! Now hold the fucking wheel,” he told me making me reach across and at an awkward angle trying my best to steady the wheel. And before I could ask why I noticed another Mercedes coming towards us on the other side of the road and I knew that with the one behind also, that they would try and block us in. But then, just as we were in the centre of the bridge and the two G Wagons were close enough to create a barricade Lucius’ eyes started to glow an intense fiery amber. It was as if this time he called forth his Angel side, one that I had only heard rumors about.
His whole body started to glow also, coating his skin in a luminous hue, and just as the two cars started to turn their wheels towards us, Lucius crossed his hands over his chest. Then holding his fingers curled as if he was holding something in his hands I couldn’t see, he roared out and at exactly the right moment before we could hit the one in front, he threw his hands out with fingers extended. This strange action caused the two vehicles to go flying through the air and over the edge of the bridge at exactly the same time creat
ing a mirror image of destruction.
Then Lucius calmly retook the wheel and I leaned into my side window so I could get a better look at the car that had been behind us now sinking into the water with its occupants now trying to get out before it was consumed entirely by water. One of which of these was none other than…Layla. I just caught her kicking out the side window before snaking her body through the gap.
“Well, that’s annoying,” I commented as we reached the other side of the bridge.
“What is?” Lucius asked now looking as he once did.
“Bitch face survived.” He scoffed at this and promised,
“Not for long.” I decided not to ask, not because I didn’t want to know, as yeah, I totally did. But I just figured with him driving like he was already on the Autobahn, I didn’t think it wise to piss him off any more than he clearly was. Especially seeing as I had a feeling it would have been the accelerator that would have got the brunt of his frustrations.
“Are we heading back to Transfusion?” I asked thinking this was the safest question right now.
“No,” was his simple answer and one I didn’t find enough to satisfy me.
“No?”
“Transfusion is compromised,” he stated and I could tell with the tense line in his jaw that just the thought of what they did to the place pissed him off.
“Okay, so where to then?” I asked next, with the sinking feeling I already knew the answer.
“To where I should have taken you and the box the second you arrived in Germany,” he said sternly, as it was clear he blamed himself here. So, I decided it was time to be lighthearted and say,
“The police station?” I asked as a joke, one he obvious didn’t think was funny, not if the glare was anything to go by.
“Königssee.” Ah, his mountain fortress, but of course that feeling had been correct.
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