"I will always love you M'lyn..... don't you ever doubt that. Ever." Even now, nearly 500 years later, Skye could still hear Ash's dying words.
She breathed in deeply and got out of bed, ready to start another day. Another day of ruling the remainders of the wars. The humans. How she almost wished she was one of them still. But no.
When Ash's Father had heard about her, he had sent Hunter Redfern after her, and she had been a vampire since that fateful meeting so long ago. Time was almost an obscure concept to her.
Most of Circle Daybreak had perished in 2001, and the remainder was either in hiding, or had been hunted down. A few, like her, had joined with the force believed to be so evil before everything they had known and loved had perished.
"So soon out of bed? What's the rush....?" A large hand stroked down her naked back from behind her along with the smooth voice.
"I don't know. I need to feed." She shrugged delicately without turning to look at the source of the voice and hand.
"Call up Mattea.... No need for you to even get out of bed, baby...." His arm curved around to trace little patterns on her stomache around her belly button.
Mattea.... descended from Thea and Eric.... Skye thought dispassionatly to herself. They had been among the first to die after the wars. Circle Midnight had been incensed that one of their own, a direct descendant of the Harman line through the female line, no less, had been among those fithy enough to fall for a human. And, not only to fall, but to have a half breed child. They had let the child live as a slave to atone for her parents sins, and the family was still around.
"Maybe... I'll see.. I'm feeling very lazy...." She lay back down and curled herself into his hard body with a sigh of pleasure.
"Mmm, I'm liking this laziness thing..." He traced the lines of her lips with the tip of his tongue before leaning in for a deep kiss.
As Skye cried out somewhat later in fufillment she wished the same futile wish she had secretly harnessed deep in her soul for 500 years... That she was held by a blonde haired man with multi-coloured eyes...
"Say my name, Skye. Tell me you're mine." He demanded harshly as she cried out again. He was strained above her, holding back until she said the words.
She dug her nails into his back and choked out the words, "I'm yours, Hunter, always yours...."
