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Excited to see where this goes 🙂

The Colliding Tides of You | Part 1

Pairings: [AVENGERS x Bi!READER ]

- WandaNat x Reader

- Stucky x Reader

- Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: You hadn't known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and you're only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what's right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love? [Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]

Chapter Warnings: None.

Series Masterlist

Note: Ahhh, I'm so excited for this! I've been lowkey obsessed with avengers x reader for a long time LOL hope you enjoy!

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You'd never given much thought to how you'd die. Well, sure, it was a vague and distant thought. Everyone dies, after all. You're aware that life could come crashing into you, and it could be a horrific accident, but you were hoping for the old age route.

You were running.

You remember that much.

You had been terrified as you stumbled. You turned to look, and then everything turned white.

And now, you were falling.

The wind ripped through your hair, burning your eyes. You turned around to look up at the sky instead of the impending ground.

God, you were so high up, and you had no fucking parachute. No gear.

You felt around your body frantically, wanting to cry when you felt nothing until your hand grazed over a bump in your back pocket—a phone.

You took it out quickly but carefully. The last thing you needed was to accidentally drop the phone midair and have no way to get it. You fumbled to turn it on and noticed you only had 10% battery left and almost wanted to cry.

You recognized your own phone. It had been at 10% when you had been running as well.

Your thoughts were a mess.

Who do you call when you're falling 50,000ft in the air?

911?

What could 911 do? Could they send a helicopter for someone to come get you with a parachute?

Would they make it in time?

But when you opened up your contacts, there was only one number.

No.

This couldn't be.

But the name and number stared back at you.

It had to be a joke, right?

You didn't recognize the number other than it being a New York area code.

Maybe it's from being so high up in the air, the falling hindering how well you could breathe and get oxygen to your brain.

That was the only explanation you could think of for thinking—but what if it wasn't a joke? What if it was real?

It was probably a mistake to call this number instead of 911, but—but if it was real, you're chancing of being saved would be higher.

You pressed dial on the contact and put it to your ear, shocked you were even picking up reception.

Unless that meant you were getting closer to the ground.

"Hello?" The caller picked up, sounding cautious and confused. "How did you get this number?"

"Is—" You choked. The air was so hard to breathe, and you wondered if your lungs were collapsing. It was so hard to hear on top of that too. Were you going deaf?

"Is this Tony Stark?" You barely managed to get out the words as you heaved for air that didn't seem to be making it to your lungs.

"Yes...who is this?"

You could hear some noise in the background and wondered briefly what he was doing.

"Please help me," you choked. "I'm falling."

There was snort on the other line. "That's a horrible pick-up line and also really bad background noise. Listen, I don't know if you're some crazy stalker but—"

"No, seriously, Mr. Stark. I'm literally falling from 50,000ft in the air, and I don't have a parachute, and I will become splattered brain matter if you don't help me," you started coughing violently as you finished your words.

There was silence on the other end of the line before you could hear—

"FRIDAY, scan the surrounding area and trace the closest cell tower to her phone."

"Detected body 50 feet from you. Too far to scan vitals."

"Maximize jet boots and repulsors. Hold on, kid. I'm coming for you."

But you couldn't hear anything at that point. The oxygen deprivation was getting to your head as you fought to stay awake.

It feels like a million years but really, only seconds before you're in someone's arms.

"Easy there, I got you...alright, wow, you're definitely not a kid."

He's flying down steadily for your sake. Slower but still quickly, so you don't stay oxygen-deprived. As you descend, you suddenly feel something click over your head and a rush of oxygen floods in. You suck the air in greedily as you try to not hyperventilate.

"Easy, easy. Breathe slowly."

You tilted your head up and found an Iron Man Mask looking back at you and realized you're wearing one yourself. He must've called for a spare helmet for you.

You try to do as he says and breathe slowly, and you begin to feel better even though the chill starts to set in.

"Where...are....you...taking...me?" You speak slowly, your voice raw and weak.

"Back to the Avengers' Compound. We have a medi-bay there that's way better than any other hospital in the state. Plus, I’ve got questions."

You don't have the energy to argue against it, and you're unsure if you would. Even though Tony Stark didn't know you, you knew him. He was the only thing you knew in this strange universe you've found yourself in.

You look down at your hands and find they're still yours, at least. You're still you.

Just.

Maybe the You of this universe.

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You slowly woke up to a quiet beeping noise. The lights were somewhat bleary and blinded you. You had a massive headache, and when you looked down to find an IV hooked up to you, you felt your heart jump.

You could feel a nasal cannula on your face, and you tried to think about why you'd have one.

Falling.

You had been falling.

You couldn't breathe.

You were trying to fight the rising panic in your limbs and throat. Your heart was racing and thudding almost painfully in your chest.

"Whoa, easy there, tiger."

You snapped your head to the side and found Tony Stark coming through the door with two cups. You could smell coffee.

"FRIDAY alerted me you had woken up. How are you feeling?"

You stared at him, tracing his movements carefully as he came to sit down beside you in the chair. He holds the water out to you, but you don't take it, so he then pulls over a tray in front of you and places your cup there.

You peer down and see that yours was filled with water while his cup was coffee.

You take the cup, sipping on the cool water, wincing lightly as it does down your dry throat.

"Okay...tired," you eventually replied as you looked around.

"You're at the Avenger's Compound," Tony said as he looked at your curious face, and you recalled that's where he said when he was flying you to safety.

"You were really lucky I was out and about flying to get fresh air," Tony said steadily, his eyes narrowed in suspicion at you. "How did you get my number? That's my private and personal number. Only a few people have it. I've only just given it to Capsicle."

You stare at him.

"Ugh, Captain America? America's golden boy? Steve Rog—"

"I know," you whisper, fidgeting with your cup.

"You know..." Tony repeated after you with a brow raised. "Do you know all of the Avengers?"

"Doesn't everyone?" You reply with a half-hearted smile.

Tony narrowed his eyes at you, filled with suspicion and clearly saying he didn't appreciate you avoiding his question. You couldn't blame him. If this was the Avengers' Compound, you had some idea of where you were in the timeline.

You looked at Tony's face and how weary and tired he looked. The facilities looked new, so you could only guess this was right after the battle of Sokovia.

The thought made you rather sad as you looked back down. This meant that things were leading up to the Civil War, and you weren't sure how you felt about that.

You weren't sure how you felt about anything.

Your thoughts kept racing.

How did you get here?

How was this real?

Had you actually died?

How do you get back home?

Did you even want to go back home?

People were chasing you there.

Were you safe?

You looked back at Tony.

You were safe, you decided. For now, at least.

"I...don't belong here," you say quietly but still loud enough for Tony to hear.

"Don't belong here..." Tony cocked his brow. "Here like this medical bay...or in New York or..."

"Here, like this universe," you whispered, grimacing at how stupid it sounded, but you're unsure why when someone like Dr. Strange existed. He would understand.

Tony actually laughed.

"Wow, maybe this isn’t pumping enough oxygen to your brain still," Tony looked ready to adjust your machine when you glared at him.

"Is that so hard to believe when you've fought aliens? You don't even know—" you immediately snapped your mouth shut as you huffed.

You don't know the laws of the universe and time travel. How good could it be to reveal what was coming to someone like Tony, who was experiencing PTSD, paranoia, and guilt?

"Are you an alien then?" Tony asked slowly, eyeing you up and down to access you. You looked so human, though.

"No," you said, though it sounded very uncertain. "No," you repeated this time with more confidence. You weren't an alien. You were a human that experienced too much.

Perhaps you and Tony weren't too different.

"Can I get your name now?" Tony asked, changing the subject, but not really. You knew he was asking to see if he could pull up anything on you.

But you tell him anyway. You were curious about yourself as well.

"I'm Tony, but I think you knew that," Tony throws out there, but he's not smiling.

"You mean the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist...?" You say and give a small smile when Tony's lip twitches as he holds back a grin himself. But then he frowns as he wonders where you've heard him say that.

Suddenly, something beeped, making you jump slightly, spilling some of the water.

Tony just eyes you briefly before he checks his phone.

"The rest of them are here."

"The rest of them?"

"The Avengers."

You pale noticeably that it has Tony looking slightly alarmed.

"What's wrong?" He asks, but you just shake your head.

You find it hard to swallow again, but people are bustling in to your room before you can even ask him to maybe save the introductions another day.

The faces bombard you before you even have a chance to turn away.

Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Clint.

It's Steve's and Natasha's faces that make you feel like you're going to be sick.

You feel sick to your stomach because you know what happens.

And even if you had not experienced it personally, it didn't mean you hadn't come to love these characters—people in your own way.

You had loved them from a distance.

You had been immersed in their universe when you were on your own and even when you were surrounded by people.

So, to know what happens and see them, you were going to be sick.

You were still adjusting to Tony, and just barely.

It was too much.

It was too real.

The only thing you could think of was how painful and disappointing it had been to know what happened by just reading and watching. If it had been that painful, how would it be to actually experience it personally?

You gripped your blanket, trying to control your breathing as you looked away from them.

"Uh, Tony, is she okay?" Steve asked as he assessed you, but you wouldn't turn to look his way.

Your heart monitor was spiking, and it was suddenly hard to breathe again.

Was this a panic attack? You thought about it distantly, trying to think about something else to calm yourself.

"Hey, hey," Tony stood up as he looked at your monitor before you. "What's wrong? What's—" Tony tried to put his hand on your shoulder, but you flinched.

"Get out," you breathed, your chest rising and falling.

"What?" Tony said, but you couldn't even look at him.

"GET OUT!" You screamed.

Natasha's the one who pulls everyone out of the room and shuts the door as you close your eyes and try to think about something else and slow your breathing.

You have 10 fingers and 10 toes.

You can smell the coffee that Tony left behind.

You could see the little squiggly lines behind your eyelids.

You could taste your own mouth, which was gross, but it was better after the water.

You could feel the soft sheets under your fingers and wondered if it was because this was practically Tony's private medi-bay that it was so luxurious.

Slowly, you began to calm down, the oxygen from the nasal cannula helped greatly, and you pressed your palm to your eye.

That was so embarrassing.

You were losing your shit over fictional people.

Except, they weren't.

Not anymore, not in this universe.

You were feeling too much at once.

Scared.

Betrayed.

Upset.

Cautiously elated.

But mostly just anxious.

One step at a time, you told yourself. Figure out the situation now, and then think about what you will do after understanding what's happening now.

You take a few more moments to collect yourself, preparing to see everyone again.

They were strangers.

They didn't know you, and you didn't know them. No amount of comics and movies could ever change the fact they were real people and have their own nuances you didn't know about.

You press the help button at the side of your bed and wait patiently.

Tony is the one to stick his head back in first, cautiously.

You nodded at him, and he came through slowly, and you feel bad.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, but Tony just shrugs, and you know he gets it.

"I can just tell everyone to go back if you just want to rest today. I'm afraid you can't leave here until things are settled though," Tony says, and you can tell he's trying to be sympathetic about keeping you here, but you can tell he's not.

You don't mind.

Mostly because you have nowhere to go.

Or maybe you did but just didn't know where it was?

"No, it's fine," you shook your head. "I'd rather get it over with now."

"Are you sure about that?" Tony narrowed his eyes at you.

You nodded, and he relented.

"Alright,” he hummed. “ Meet the Avengers."

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if wanda maximoff has a million fans, i'm one of them. if wanda maximoff has ten fans, i'm one of them. if wanda maximoff has only one fan, that one is me. if wanda maximoff has no fans, that means i'm no longer alive. if the world is against wanda maximoff, i'm against the world.

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Kamilah x MC (written in second person perspective like in Choices)

Someone has been viciously been killing prostitutes in the city of London. The murders are inhuman. Kamilah has been conscripted by Scotland Yard to find Jack The Ripper. Together with a plucky intrepid barmaid, they find out the dark truth.

A/N

I've been having some problems that have stopped me from writing. It is taking me a while to get back into it. I am unable to do longer series. For now, I will write one shots based on my edits until I am able to write my longer series. I will pick up Kamilah’s Pet again when I do.

I don't own these characters. They are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Word Count: 3,852

Warnings: Graphic violence. Some gore. Blood.

Tag List:

@kamilah-is-queen @witchesplayatnight @danna-min-sinclair @mrs-avamontjoy @sayeedkingsley @blaine-hayes @purvishraick @goldenwidow @ilove-kamilah-sayeed @kwaj115 @livvynka @leenasayeed @maskedalienfreak @tigerbryn11 @serafineandkamilahs @hallowdiamond

Kamilah’s point of view.

New York. 1888.

“You don’t have any other choice, Kamilah. Great Britain doesn’t want to fall under the control of The Order. They are the only country in Europe that has not been infiltrated by the knightly order of vampire slayers. If they take the case, we will lose.” President Grover Cleveland, the fat bastard, was sweating profusely. His monogrammed handkerchief was soaked all the way through with sweat. You could tell he was mightily afraid of you.

How long do you have to be in your country's debt?

Besides… is this truly the work of a sole monstrous vampire? It certainly is not the ferals. They aren’t capable of doing anything precise and meticulous like that. Jack The Ripper was someone or something altogether different.

Ever since you stepped foot on American soil you were owned by the powers that be. If you were a crueler person you’d kill them all. You are no longer like that.

You never thought in your ancient years you’d end up being a guard dog for humans.

You and your covenant built the foundations of the United States and they still force your hand. This place should be your queendom.

However…

…they were the lesser of two evils. They are much better than the Order. If the order continues to colonize the world, they may be able to conquer the U.S.

“Fine. I’ll do it. I am the only one who can.”

“Good.” He says choking slightly on his worlds. “You are doing this country a big favor.”

“Yes.” Without saying anything else, you leave.

Travelling would be a nightmare. You couldn’t go on your private ship, as it would raise suspicions. You’d have to travel with humans. You’ll have to travel with one of your thralls. You’d rather keep them at a distance.You will leave them on the ship, as soon as you arrive in England. All of them seem to think you are in love with them. They bend over backwards for you. It is all the side effects of the euphoria caused from the bite.

It has been a long while since you killed any of them. It was hard at first. Killing a human because of bloodlust filled you with an indescribable ennui.

But before you leave port, you have to make a stop at a certain doctor’s.

Doctor Van Helsing, once a vampire hunter in Europe, whose family was murdered by the order because he wouldn’t side with them, made him immigrate here and work with the U.S. government to help them deal with the order and some problematic vampires, that even you don’t approve of.

“You could almost get away without my serum with how foggy London is. What a dreadful city.” He grumps softly and slides over a medical bag. “You’re the only vampire that can handle it.”

“It is a thing called self control. I don’t kill my food no matter what.”

“That is what I like about you. You aren’t a typical sadistic vamp–”

“Do not go there, Helsing.”

He shrugs. “Alright. Alright. Godspeed, Kamilah.”

Agatha’s (MC) point of view.

Despite the threat of Jack The Ripper, downtrodden people still came to the pub, spending what little coins they could getting water down booze to drown their dreadful sorrows.

You have learned how to dodge drunkards grubby grabbing hands. Evading them has made you quite agile and nimble.

The second floor was an inn. Mostly for ladies of the night. It was unusually empty.

But you are about to find out why.

“Agatha!” The big burly bartender aptly nicknamed Tiny, calls you from across the room. The old man is as wide as he is tall. With multiple chins and a long handlebar mustache.

You couldn’t avoid another drunk man staggering in your path. “‘ow ‘bout a kiss from the pretty little lassie, eh?’ The man smelt like death warmed over. His breath smelt even worse. His lips were so chapped that when he puckered them, they began to bleed. He was missing all of his front teeth. His gums were decayed and brown.

“You can’t afford me, good sir.” You lower your eyes and side step out of the way.

You tapped your palms on the counter when you finally made your way over to Tiny.

“I got a special job for you, Agatha.”

“I am not going to the alley, not with Jack out there.” You shake your head in protest.

“Nothing, like that. I have a special client. They rented all the rooms for discretion.”

Your brow lifts in piqued curiosity. “That is strange…”

“But the money isn’t.” He whistles.

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“They wanted to hire a dependable young woman..”

Your eyes narrow and you stroke your temples with your fingertips. “I thought we've been over this before. I am not a lady of the night.”

“No. No. It is nothing like that. I wouldn’t put you through that. They need a guide and an assistant. They are willing to pay triple what you make here if you agree.”

That is a tempting offer. If you make enough, you could even rent you a decent little apartment instead of staying in the small severely lacking servants’ quarters.

“What do you say? They’re waiting for you right now.”

“Fine. I will go to see what they want.”

“You won’t regret it, Aggie.”

“Agatha.” You hated that nickname. It reminds you of bad times.

“Right. My apologies.”

Rolling your eyes and heaving a deep breath, you go upstairs. The tight hallway is oddly very clean. Everything smells heavily of cleaning solutions.

The floorboards are so polished they nearly shine. It makes you feel like you walked into a totally different building.

Their room is at the very end of the hallway.

Before you can knock on the door, it opens. You had expected a man, but instead it is a tall long legged woman, with dusky skin, dark hair and eyes to match.

She is beautiful. One of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. It is almost uncanny and unsettling how truly gorgeous she is. She is boldly wearing pants. It doesn’t even scandalize you. Instead you are envious of her boldness.

“You’re Agatha.” It is not a question but a statement. She speaks with a hard to ascertain accent. Her words come out as confident purrs.

“I am.”

“Come in.”

The furniture has been entirely replaced, with brand new pieces.

You try hard not to seem impressed with the setup.

“Sit.” She inclines her head to a very large wingback leather chair.

You really want to protest in curiosity to what she would do if you declined… But her voice is too compelling.

You sit down ramrod straight. Elegantly, she sits down across from you. “You may call me, Kamilah.”

“Nice to meet you, Kamilah.”

“Mm.”

It is hard to maintain eye contact with her. It feels like you could forever get lost in her eyes.

“Did Mister Barber mention how I will be paying you?” You almost forgot who that is, you are too used to everyone calling him Tiny.

“Triple the pay.”

She nods, “Mm. Good. I am willing to pay more, so that you don’t have to share your wages. I know how businessmen like him can become towards their employees. He definitely takes a cut. Especially from women.”

She made a good point. Tiny barely let you have any tips–as few as they were.

“One other thing.” Rising up from her seat, she walks to the corner of the room, where a seemingly heavy chest rests. She lifts it up as if it weighed nothing and casually drops it in front of you. It makes a loud reverberating thud.

“This–” She bends over in front of you. Those eyes of yours linger at the neckline to her blouse and lower still to her small cleavage.

Something shimmering and somewhat reflective distracts from your staring and you feel as though you can’t breathe. Multiple gold bullions are stacked tightly inside.

“This is for your silence. You cannot repeat anything you encounter and anything about my truth. If you can keep silent, you will get a bank account and be rich for the rest of your days.”

Your eyes remain transfixed on the gold. Eventually you gulp that sharp lump down. “And if I can’t keep silent?”

She stands straight up and clutches your chin with the tips of her fingers to lift your head up. “I will have to kill you myself.”

“Uh…” You want to ask if she is kidding. But deep down you know she is not.

“It will be dangerous but I will protect you.”

“From what?”

She drops her fingers, “From Jack the Ripper.”

“Wha–” You stuttered. For a moment you forgot that you had a brain and forgot that you could speak.

“I am here to hunt him down.”

“But–” There is a long pregnant pause, “--how?”

“How?” Her lips threaten to tug up into a wicked little smirk, but it doesn’t fully form.

“By using you as bait.”

“N–”

“Yes.”

“I–”

She points down at the chest full of gold. Slower and slower your eyes get blinded by the dull glint of the gold.

You wouldn’t want for anything…

…But you could be gutted by Jack The Ripper. Can you trust this strange and beautiful femme fatale?

“Oh.” Her words cut through your thoughts like a mighty sword. “There is one other thing.”

“What is that?” You croak out hoarsely.

In a flicker of a second, under the fog hazed full moon that bounces shadows through the windows, her eyes shift to blood red, and sharp fangs flash from her plump lips.

“You’ll provide me with a meal.”

Flight or fight?

Fight or flight?

What do you do?

WHAT DO YOU DO?!

“You are frightened. Your heart is racing. Your breathing is harder to control. You are forgetting you need to live, Agatha.”

She is the cat that caught the canary.

“I am hungry, Agatha…” Sensually, she drags her tongue across her lower lip.

Involuntarily, your fingers begin to stroke at the strong pulse of your neck.

“Will it–” You gulp, licking your own lips, “--hurt?”

“Only just a little bit.” She grins from ear to ear. For a moment you are distracted by the thought of kissing her.

Clearing your throat, you speak as confidently as possible, “Well I can’t let you get hungry now can I?”

“Mm…” She purrs. “Delicious.” She takes your hand and pulls you to your feet.

Her fangs breaking your skin is the only pain you feel. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

When your vision returns you are not in the room anymore. It looks like a dream. Bright blue tendrils pulse all around you. The area surrounding is bright red… It is hard to tell where you are.

Kamilah is with you too. She is just as surprised as you are.

“What is this? I have never experienced this before.” Kamilah nearly gasps in slight shock.

There is a tear in the fabric. Pictures start to form and move. You immediately know what it is, but you don’t know why.

Kamilah stands as a human now. In a time long, long ago. She fights in the nighttime. In her hands two bloody daggers. Fallen soldiers lie at her feet.

She howls into the night, hiding her exhaustion.

She spilt blood on sacred ground. She didn’t know it then. But somehow you certainly do.

The desert feels as cold as a blizzard in winter.

Ominous black shadows dance across the ground. They turn into a woman. Who was as white as bones.

Her eyes shone blood red.

Kamilah hid her fear well. “Who are you?” She is not speaking English, but you understand her clearly.

As the strange woman stepped closer, she twirled her daggers against her palms. “I will not hesitate to take you out too.”

The woman laughs. She is much faster and stronger than the human woman. “You will be cursed with great power. It is what happens when you spill blood here.”

Kamilah is grabbed by the neck. Nails as sharp as blades slit her throat. She falls to the ground. The woman floats above her. “You will no longer live by the sun. You will only feed on the rich blood of mortals. You are a demon now. You will have to curse others with your power. That is the only way that you can now breed.” The odd woman bites her bottom lip in two and spits black blood into Kamilah’s mouth before she can make a final breath.

For thousands of years, Kamilah did just that. She created a wicked army of the night. Those that opposed her had the power of a sun goddess to try and get rid of the vampire scourge across Europe. They were The Order.

“My beginning.” Kamilah’s voice rings hollow. You feel a deeply buried sorrow from the vampire.

“I know what you are.” She turned back to you. “I thought it was the delusions of some of the mad vampires.”

She steps up closer. “You were marked by the goddess of the night. A young woman whose blood is like liquid gold. Whatever vampire who feeds on her will become linked to her, and be more powerful than ever. Why the goddess would do this, I do not know. I never understood her reasons, I could never find her after that fateful night.”

You should be scared. You should be incredulous.

But it makes sense. You don’t know your origins. You ran away from the orphanage when you were thirteen to escape the intense abuse. You’ve been living in London ever since then. You learned how to survive. You worked whatever job you could. Each experience made you stronger.

“I am the Bloodkeeper.”

“That is what they said as they died and became ferals.”

“Ferals?”

“The humans who are not strong enough to maintain being a vampire turn into a mindless beast. They can’t think. All they know how to do is kill and eat. Turning more people into them.”

The link between you and her is broken. You are back in her room. She stopped feeding on you.

Her eyes are heavy lidded. Your blood spills out of the corners of her mouth.

Your legs tremble and you threaten to topple over, but she is there to capture you. She carries you to the bed before you fall asleep.

When you wake up, Kamilah is sitting in a chair and she grunts out in pain, while injecting a bright red serum into her arm. “A temporary remedy so I can walk in the sun.” She says, clearly sensing that you were awake.

There is a knock on the door, and you begin to get out of bed to answer it. You realize that you are nude.

She must have taken your clothes off, while you were asleep. “You should never sleep in your street clothes.” She carefully puts away the syringe and serum before walking across the room to open the door. Two men enter with a large steel tub. Another two more come behind them with buckets of steaming hot water.

Kamilah gives them all with a generous tip, before they leave.

“Come. We’ll bathe together, and then visit the scenes of the crimes in daylight.”

“Um.”

“Don’t be shy. We’re both women, and it would waste a lot of time taking turns.”

Heat spreads across your body, like your blood was made of lava.

It was quiet and awkward. At the same time, you feel safe and comfortable around the vampire. Oddly enough she is very attentive. You give her the same energy.

The streets of London during daylight are way less intimidating. At night time it is like walking through a personalized nightmare or hell.

It is a good thing you know London like the back of your own hand. Kamilah gives you addresses and buildings where the crimes took place.

She is an efficient quiet hunter. “The stench of blood is strong here.” She lifts her head up to sniff the air. “But–”

She squats down and plants her gloved palm over the precise area where the victim was found.

“A human did not do this. He has the skills of an intelligent doctor.”

Fast visions dart in your mind. You are looking through the eyes of the killer. You sway from front to back.

The man is not a human. But he kills with desperation. There is sorrow with each cut of the blade. He is caught between the living and undead.

“He is a vampire but not.” You say. Kamilah turns around and closes the gap between you.

“You saw it didn’t you?”

“I saw it through his eyes.”

“What else did you see?”

“Desperation. He is desperate for the organs and blood of his victims. He feels guilt for it. He thinks he has no other choice.”

Kamilah’s upper lip curls up with thinly veiled frustration. “There is nothing I dislike more than a vampire who hates being a vampire.” She shakes her head.

“Well, he is not quite a vampire.”

She rolls her eyes, “Right. Of course.” Shaking her head, she continues, “It will be dark soon. It is time for you to be bait.”

“Yes that.” You feel your blood run cold.

“You will not come into any harm.”

“Promise?”

“I never break a promise. I won’t break this promise.”

It is hard to see through all the fog. Somehow it is even more foggy than it usually is. People hurry to get into buildings in the hopes they won’t be the next victim.

Owls hoot in the distance. You also swear that you can hear the howls of wolves further away from the owls.

You are all dolled up. You have to look like a convincing prostitute. You wrap your shawl around you tightly as a chill wind blows against you like a slap.

You purposely turn down the darkest streets and alleyways. It doesn’t take long to hear heavy footsteps, followed by a click of a cane hitting the ground in tandem.

You walk faster. The person doesn’t match. You feel as if he is being hesitant.

A gnarled gray hand grips your shoulder. It is so cold that the feeling goes to your very bones.

“So..rr..yy…” He struggles to speak with such a beastly voice.You get slammed against the side of an abandoned building. It leaves you in a daze.

You can’t even squirm against him. You are frozen in suspended animation. He comes straight out of nightmares. One side of himself looks like a vampire with a red eye and fang. The other half, he is pale gray, with jaggedly sharp teeth, no hair, and a misshapen pointy ear.

(Now would be a good time for you to get him, Kamilah!) You scream shrilly in your mind.

Shadows part like the red sea as Kamilah steps out of them.

“The hell?” Kamilah is only momentarily surprised. She acts and leaps in the air and comes down behind the monster and chops his head off with a scissor motion. The monster burns into a pile of ash.

“Whoa…” Your eyes feel like they are ready to pop out of your skull.

After she puts away her daggers, she rushes to you, to cup your face. Silently, she inspects you for any harm.

“I am fine.”

“Good.”

Feeling high on adrenaline, you get up on the tips of your toes to bring your lips up to hers.

For a split second, she stiffens up. Then she grabs your hips and pulls you close.

After what seems like an infinity of moments, you both pull away, “Agatha… What was that for?”

“That was amazing! Thank you! You saved me, and you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

She laughs softly and kisses your forehead. “I was oath bound to you.” She steps back and inspect the creature’s clothes. “We need to find out what exactly he was.”

She comes up with a card, “Dr. Jekyll.” She walks away. You hurriedly follow after.

Kamilah kicks in the door of the doctor’s clinic. The inside is in a disarray. Medical and science instruments lay broken on the floor. Blood stains the walls. The rancid smell of decaying flesh burns your nose and waters your eyes.

Kamilah walks over to a table and begins to flip through the pages of a journal.

“I was ambushed, while walking to a client. My throat was slit and the woman spat blood in my mouth. I don’t know how I survived such a vicious attack. I was nearly decapitated.” She reads.

“I no longer crave normal food… I feel like I might die if I don’t have blood…My skin is turning gray. There are two monsters inside of me.”

“I am no longer allowed to be out in the sun. I will slowly burn to death, if I do. I wish I never took sunlight for granted.”

She flips through other pages. “I made a serum made from wolfsbane, mandrake root, and fresh blood and organs of a human who is highly afraid. I desperately need adrenochrome. It is much stronger from a child. However, I will never harm an innocent child. It helps me walk in the sun for short times. But then the gray monster comes out at night and I can barely get what I need to make the serum.”

“What is all of that?”

“The adrenochrome is an extraction of sorts from blood. Many people have never heard of it. It is an element strong in blood. Half the reason why so many vampires are sadistic killers is because of adrenochrome. It is like a drug.”

“Are you a sadistic killer?” You worry about her answer.

“Not anymore. I have had centuries to train myself and no longer crave it. I can’t say the same about my sires.”

Then she goes back to reading. “The serum is changing me into a different creature. I am neither human or vampire anymore. I am a deformed mixture of the two. I am tired of the killing, but I need to live. If the monster comes out, we’re all doomed.”

She shuts the journal and takes it with her. “I need to take this to Van Helsing.”

“Who is that?”

“A vampire hunter and colleague.”

“You make for strange bedfellows.”

“Mm. Something like that.” She says with a lopsided smile.

“Take me with you. We make a great team.” Your bottom lip quivers. In actuality, with the bond it might be impossible to part from one another.

“I don’t think we can be apart.” Her expressions are conflicting emotions. You can tell she is used to being a solitary creature.

Squealing, you jump into her arms. Her strength is like a cocoon that surrounds you.

“My world is dark. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Being with you, anything is possible.”

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Can you write a one shot of kamilah and mc where kamilah gets her wisdom teeth removed and is being a baby about it... she is clingy and want attention from mc she also says some funny stuff like making jokes about lily and talking about how she hates dumb mortals while lily is at their penthouse and laughing at kamilah

Kamilah Being a Baby

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“Miss Kamilah Sayeed,” the dentist spoke through a mask, a sharp instrument in her hand and the bright light almost blinding Kamilah, “it looks like we have to remove your wisdom teeth.”

“My wha-“

“Kami be quite, let the dentist work.” Amy sat beside Kamilah, their hands linked together as she watched the doctor with a close eye. “What’s the reason for the removal?”

“But you just-“

“Shh!”

Kamilah finally relaxed when the light was switched off, blinking a few times as she saw black dots appear in her vision.

“Well we wouldn’t want Miss Sayeed’s beautiful smile to be ruined now would we? Her wisdom teeth could cause movement and shifting of other teeth, which would end up in her being in pain when eating and biting.”

Amy’s grasp on Kamilah’s hand tightened, her eyes widening as she tried to pull away before her hand turned blue from circulation loss.

“Thank you, we’ll be there for the operation for tomorrow morning,” Kamilah said as she cleared her throat, Amy giving her an innocent smile as she looked at Kamilah’s hand.

Back at the penthouse…

“So you have to get your wisdom teeth removed? Sick.” Lily spoke with a mouth full of hot Cheetos, her attention focused on the game in hand.

“Amy please don’t make go..”

“You heard what she said, it could affect your other teeth in the future Kami.”

She huffed, a pout on her lips as she attempted her best puppy face, “not going to work Kamilah.”

The vampire slammed her foot down on the ground, her arms crossed as she stormed into her room and slammed the door behind her.

“What in the-“ Lily peeled her headphones off her head, watching the door in which Kamilah was behind. “She’s nervous that's all, it’s alright.” Amy wasn’t fooling herself, she didn’t even think Kamilah had gone through an operation before seeing how fit the vampire was.

“AMY!” An ear piercing scream came from the bedroom, Amy rushing to throw the door open with a troubled Lily following behind her.

She found Kamilah rocking back and forth on the bed, a box of tissues by her side and those gorgeous brown eyes surrounded in tears, “will you stay with me?”

Amy’s eyes filled with tears as she ran to overpower Kamilah with her hug, tears streaming down Kamilah's face as she sniffed, struggling to keep her composure.

“I don’t want to go tomorrow. Please Amy, stay with me.” She managed to say before being overcome with a wave of tears.

“Shh, I’ll be here Kamilah, just relax and everything will go according to plan. Come, let’s lay down.” She patted the space next to her, Kamilah nestling her head on Amy’s chest as they pulled the covers tight around them.

“My oh my, is THE Kamilah Sayeed..CRYING?!”

Kamilah’s strong arm grabbed the tissue box, weakly launching it at Lily who seemed confused at the whole notion, “Shut up, go away you foolish creature.”

“Hey, no need to be rude.” Amy muttered, her eyes slowly shutting as she fell into a deep sleep with Kamilah beside her.

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Kamilah’s hands shook with anticipation, her knee trembling the same way her hands did as her eyes darted around the room.

It took Amy’s comforting hand to reassure her, although her nervousness stayed as they were brought into the operating theater.

“We are going to have to put her on local anesthesia, you’ll need to wait outside Miss Sayeed.” Amy gave a firm nod to Kamilah, who was staring back with a small smile.

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“Wherye mm I?”

“Hello Kamilah, it’s alright it’s me Amy, it’s okay now.”

Kamilah tossed her head from side to side, her vision blurred as flashbacks from the operation took over her. She didn’t remember where she was, who she was, or who the person beside her was either. All she knew was that she was in pain, and very much confused.

She heard someone burst out laughing, the figure of a a young girl with purple hair was seen but Kamilah had no idea who she was.

“Oh man, this is so funny.”

“Lily please, your not helping.”

Amy slowly reached her hand forward, smiling at the woman in the chair as their hands linked together once more.

“Who are you?” Kamilah’s words slurred, her mouth filled with tissue to prevent her gums from bleeding excessively.

Amy was cut off when Kamilah started laughing uncontrollably, her eyes fluttering open, then closing while she started to speak again. “You know, I remember this girl, about 12 feet tall with wings and huge ears.”

“Kamilah I-“

“And then one day, she jumped into the sea and was eaten by the Lochness monster.” Both Lily and Kamilah started laughing, Lily slapping her knee as she doubled over in a fit of giggles.

“I hate dumb people, so stupid. So immature. So..disgusting. Mortals are pathetic...wait...am I mortal?”

“HAHAHAH, do you not remember Kamilah? You're a vampire!”

“What’s that? You, yes you beside me what is she talking about?” She asked Amy, her finger raised which shook slightly.

Both vampires stared at each other before their gazes fell back onto Kamilah who was giggling in her chair, “Never mind that let's get you home.”

Kamilah stumbled off her chair, tripping on her own feet before she was able to lean all her weight on Amy. She was able to get a good look of the woman beside her, licking her lips as her eyes roamed over Amy’s body.

“Hey cutie, wanna be my baby?”

“Uhh Kamilah...She's your wife.”

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@choicesgrp same here as well, I always end up back at this story.

Just The Two Of Us Pt.5

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Adrian

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part.3 // Part.4

Prompt: After the last night fighting against Gaius, before his fall, he puts his plan into execution, changing the lives of Adrian, Kamilah and Mia forever. Friendships may end, a heart may be broken and a new love may arise. In the end who will win the girl’s heart?

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Michigan, 8h40pm

Mia’s pov

As the big house appeared at the end of the street and the car slowed, the air caught in Mia’s lungs. Being back home after so long away was surreal. She couldn’t help, but wonder how much everything had changed. Memories of her past invaded her mind, good memories, memories of her childhood and adolescence in that old house with a large garden. Throughout the trip to Michigan, she kept her eyes locked on the window, little did she know the overwhelming longing would come. “Are you alright?” Kamilah asked as she stopped the car. Mia turned to her, seeing the look in those brown eyes, something was bothering Kamilah, she could tell.

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For all the people you've hurt

Kamilah Sayeed x Mc (Lenore)

Warning: smut at the end (also, I am not sure if that is a good ending, I got stuck there for a while but I mean I've been told it looks good like this so if you don't like it blame the people tagged below 😂)

This happens right after Mc goes after Gaius on her own on book 3, and brings him back to the group so he can help them defeat Rheya. However, Kamilah is not as calm as she was in the game... her fear of losing Mc once again gets the best of her, her walls crumbling down...

Thank you @tyrilblue for correcting my english, and thank you @neversleepgaius, @supercorpstuff and @rainbows-ampersand-sunshine for reading this cringe thing ❤️

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“So listen, and listen well. This is not your redemption story. You do not get to become some hero in the last act. One good deed does not undo millennia of evil. So we will take your help. Because we need it. But when this is done, you’ll pay for your sins. For all the people you’ve hurt! Understand?!” Kamilah’s voice came out rough, harsher than Lenore had ever heard it. There was no doubt in those words.

“I do.” After a moment of hesitation Gaius answered, his voice fragile, all the anger, hatred, all the violence gone.

As Jax walked over to Gaius, ready to speak his own piece of mind, Kamilah’s eyes darted in Adrian’s direction, as one of her fingers pointed straight at the newest ally of the group, the rest of the room a simple blur to her, the words Jax was now yelling at Gaius drowned in her anger.

“Keep an eye on him! Any kind of suspicious movement and I mean any kind, you strike! I’ll have a word with her!” she said, grabbing Mc’s hand strongly enough for her to understand that Kamilah was not happy, but not strongly enough to hurt her.

And yet, Lenore was not putting them at risk, she believed in Gaius' intentions, she had to if they wanted to finally defeat Rheya. Kamilah needed to trust her just this once. His mind was… polluted, a disorganized mix of dark, evil webs hiding his own thoughts, desires, the true Gaius. That didn’t erase all of the things he’d done, it didn’t erase the sword that had trespassed her chest, taking her last human breath. And even if it didn’t, they needed his help, the real Gaius’ help. They needed his desire for revenge and the regret that now clouded his mind even if no one knew that.

As Lenore was being dragged through the bar to the small and quiet room, the only space that could give them privacy right now, all the arguments she would have to use were running through her mind directionless, confused. Kamilah’s reluctance to work with the person that had hurt her so much was understandable, but there wasn’t any other option. “He’s being honest, I saw it!” she would have to repeat, “I wouldn’t have brought him here, to you, if I wasn’t 100% sure it was safe!”

Finally, as they reached the room, Kamilah harshly opened the door, getting Lenore inside and following after, closing it as aggressively as she had opened it. It was the same room, but it felt colder than it had the night before.

Lenore focused on the other woman’s heart. It was beating fast, drumming inside of her. Had it been like that before, when she first saw Gaius entering the bar? At first, Kamilah just stood there, fists clenched, and eyes shut, trying to calm her breathing and slow her heart.

“Kamilah, listen to me! I-“

But there was no time to talk, Kamilah immediately cut her off, her voice begging for answers, her eyes searching for them.

“What were you thinking?!” she asked slowly, without breaking the distance that separated the two girls.

“Ka, he won’t hurt us, I can assure you that he is-“ she tried to say, remembering all the arguments that had crossed her mind on the way to the room.

“You don’t get it, Lenore, do you? You don’t get it…”

“I do, I do get it!” Lenore got a little closer trying to reach for Kamilah, her voice low and calm, and yet pleading for the other woman’s comprehension, “I understand that you don’t like this idea and don’t trust him, I don’t like it either, I get it, but he will help. We will kee-“

“I don’t give a shit about that! I can see he’s going to help, I’ll kill him myself if he doesn’t! But how did you get to him, Lenore?! Did he come here without any of us noticing? Did he take you with him?! Did he, Lenore?!”

Kamilah knew the answer to those questions… Lenore could see it in her eyes, in the way her mouth formed a thin line, the way Kamilah kept her hands closed in fists. And the realization hit. The problem was not bringing Gaius here to them, it was the fact that she had left, without telling anyone, to face the person that had once killed her, on her own.

“I- I had to… It had to be me. It was the perfect time, we couldn’t wait any longer. And it worked!” her head lifted, looking Kamilah in the eyes, hoping those last 3 words would make her worries cease.

But Kamilah just sighed, running her hands through her hair, eyes closing shut once again, harder than the first time as if to stop all the possible outcomes of Lenore’s actions from going through her head. The image of her dead body next to Gaius in the streets of Tokyo, without her knowing, while she slept with no clue that the next morning she would be alone again.

“But what if it hadn’t?” she said almost in a whisper, “What if it hadn’t, Lenore?!” her voice grew stronger, more desperate, eyes shooting open, pain flooding them, “You’re our only hope of defeating Rheya, and I don’t think you understand the fear that puts me through every day! Every day I fear for the moment we will face her and you’re there, in the front line! Every day I fear that I’ll have to watch you die right in front of my eyes, in my arms again and this time I won’t be able to do anything to bring you back to me! And yet you go out to fight against Gaius, on your own!”

Her eyes were now brighter as the tears started forming, dripping slowly down her face. She held herself, grabbing the sleeves of her suit hard as if trying to force the walls not to completely crumble once again, baring herself and her tears to the one she loved.

Lenore stood there, the weight of those words sinking in, her chest tight, and making it impossible for words to come out of her mouth.

“You should have told me”, continued Kamilah “I should have gone with you just to be sure you’d be safe, that I wouldn’t lose you again… I can’t lose you again, I can’t handle that feeling once again, Lenore! I have lived for 2000 years, I’ve suffered… but that feeling… that was agonizing…”

“Kamilah…” Lenore whispered more to herself than to the other woman, involving her in a tight hug. She had expected the hug not to be returned, but Kamilah’s hands traveled to her girlfriend’s back holding her tight… tighter than she had ever held her, the idea of losing her making it hard to breathe “I had to try… I was ready for it, it had to be now or never. And you forget that if I can avoid putting you in danger, I will… I know you’re strong, stronger than me, but I fear for your safety just as much as you fear for mine. I couldn’t drag you with me. I had to face him myself no matter the consequences.”

Kamilah's tears were now unashamedly falling down her face, soaking her flushed cheeks. Lenore had never seen her so vulnerable. Had she been like this when everyone thought she had died? Had Kamilah held her just as tightly when her limp, dead body rested in her arms? What about the next four days? Had she looked this beautiful crying for her to come back?

“When I saw you with him I started imagining what you had done, how you went to him alone, and all these thoughts of losing you… they just came all at once.” Kamilah swallowed her tears, bringing her face up high again, vulnerability hidden but still there, on those wet cheeks and slightly red eyes from where tears kept escaping, on the way her arms held Lenore as if she might vanish at any moment “So, no more «no matter the consequences». You listen to me girl, you do that once again, and I’m killing you myself” she said, but her eyes were kind, loving, her voice was firm but warm, her hands held Lenore tight but gently.

Lenore couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping her mouth, tears still covering her eyes “Yes, Mom. I’ll behave from now on, promise”.

Kamilah couldn’t handle not rolling her eyes at the sarcasm hidden in Lenore’s words, a little smirk forming on her lips. She was in love with a dumbass.

With her thumbs, she caressed the dark-haired girl, drying her wet cheeks gently, slowly feeling every inch of her hot and flushed skin. And that was the moment she got conscious of her own tears. She tried to reach for them, drying her cheeks as well, but Lenore stopped her, grabbing her wrists gently.

Taking her thumbs just like Kamilah had done, Lenore caressed her cheeks, tracing the path where the tears had flowed.

“You look pretty when you cry, did you know that?” she whispered, as she hid her face in the crook of Kamilah’s neck, breathing deeply, taking in all her sweet scent, her vampire senses making it even sweeter.

“If this is your way of escaping the subject, I have to warn you, you picked the wrong thing to say” even though Kamilah’s voice was serious, Lenore could feel how unexpected it had been for her to hear that, how her heart started beating faster. Not only had she seen those barriers crumble once again, with desperate tears, but she had found it pretty.

“Is it not working?” she teased, hand traveling from Kamilah’s cheeks to the back of her head, feeling her body tensing, as Lenore slid her fingers through her dark brown hair, getting their bodies closer.

“You w- “

Lenore didn’t let the older vampire finish, trailing her lips over Kamilah’s, ever so slightly, kissing her bottom lip once the words had gotten lost on her tongue.

“Trying a different escape route?” Kamilah asked, her voice so low only a vampire’s ears could catch the sound, her breath getting heavier, her lips trying to get closer to Lenore’s who smiled at the question, nodding, and teasingly pulling away.

Kamilah’s eyes flashed at the movement, hands grabbing her lover’s waist, pulling her impossibly close, her lips hovering over Lenore’s.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, girl” she whispered, her voice hoarse, all the emotion, fear, and adrenaline that she had gone through mixing up with the desire that was now lighting inside of her.

Hearing that, Lenore crashed their lips together, parting Kamilah’s, allowing her tongue to slide inside. Only that touch turned their heartbeat unsteady, uncontrolled, their breath caught in their throats. Their mouths hot and demanding, the kisses getting more and more feverish. The younger vampire’s hands were now all over the place, one of them grasping Kamilah’s hair hard, making a low groan escape through kisses, the other one trying to get rid of the blazer, get it away from the skin she so wanted to touch.

But a quick hand stopped Lenore from removing it completely, letting it hang on Kamilah’s arm, who was shaking her head disapprovingly.

“No, Lenore” Kamilah smirked at her and approached the girl, murmuring low in her ear “Get naked, now”.

That was enough to send a spike of electricity running from Lenore’s spine to her core, fire starting to burn deep down inside of her. Clumsy, she obeyed, taking her black dress off a little too fast for her own liking, but the desire was building just too fast for her to keep up, her eyes never leaving Kamilah’s. Those deep brown eyes followed her every movement, with unspoken desire, hungry as they always were for Lenore.

Finally, her bare body was in display for Kamilah to take in. The woman got closer taking one hand to Lenore’s hip, pushing her closer, leaning her head down to kiss her softly, teasingly. Then, suddenly, she pushed Lenore down on the bed, biting hard on her lower lip, trying to contain the yearning burning inside of her, trying not to devour ever single bit of that pale, white skin, calling for her. She ignored how her thighs started to tense, trying to press on each other to contain the powerful aching building up between them.

“Lay down” she demanded, walking slowly towards the bed, her eyes taking in every single inch of Lenore’s body bathed by the white light of the moon entering from the small window behind the bed “and spread your legs wide for me”.

Lenore gasped at the command, trying hard to spread her legs before Kamilah’s eyes but the desire was way too big, the need for friction screaming inside of her. Laying down, the vampire took one hand to her nipple pressing hard, moaning at the sensation, wishing it was Kamilah’s hand.

In front of her, Kamilah started undressing, not looking at what she was doing, but instead staring at the hand pressed against Lenore’s breast, how it started caressing the rest of her own body, wandering through the middle of her breasts, the length of her stomach, getting too close to where Lenore wanted Kamilah.

“Stop” Kamilah said as she slipped out of the last piece of clothing, head tilted to the side, breath becoming erratic.

Lenore groaned in frustration at the command, her legs starting to get closer, as the tension became unbearable “Please, Ka” she begged, brows furrowing, hands pulling on her skin, trying to get any kind of friction she could.

Kamilah smiled mischievously, getting in the bed, hands on either side of Lenore’s head, and one leg teasingly pressing at her core. Lenore’s hips bucked at the contact, starting to rub herself against it, a cry surging from deep within her “Kamilah…”.

The older vampire took her lips just under her ear, starting to trail kisses down her neck, biting and licking her, her hand pinching the hard nipple under her, grabbing the whole breast, while her leg kept pressing against Lenore.

She wanted to keep teasing the girl under her, to hear the sounds of frustration and desire as she rubbed against her, but the idea of tasting Lenore, after all the worry she had gone through that day was almost irresistible. She wanted to touch her, make her scream and beg for more.

Kamilah took her leg from the middle of Lenore’s, who sucked in a heavy breath at the lack of contact “no…“. Lowering herself over Lenore, Kamilah started kissing along the valley of her breasts, hands roaming lower now, pressing her nails down her hips.

“What do you want, Lenore?” She asked looking up, spreading the girl’s legs wider apart, hands moving to her inner thighs, drawing small circles, slightly scratching her pale skin.

Lenore felt her breath quicken as the anticipation built up inside her, making it hard to speak “touch me…”.

Kamilah smiled “what did you say?” she asked, as her mouth left small kisses at the very top of Lenore’s thighs, so close to where she wanted to be, making the girl bulk her hips up, despair starting to build up.

“Please!” Lenore almost screamed, taking her hands to Kamilah’s hair, grabbing hard, begging for the contact “please, Ka…”

“Good girl” with a smirk Kamilah gave in. Leaving one last bite at her tight, the woman moved, grabbing Lenore’s hips, kissing her right at her core, brushing her tongue up and down her wet folds, tasting her.

As she felt Lenore’s wetness grow, the feeling of herself dripping for Lenore became too intense. The way the girl looked at her in between moans, the way her hand grabbed her hair hard sent sparks of electricity through her body, moans being muffled between Lenore’s thighs.

Kamilah kept tonguing her, slowly, low noises escaping her throat, Lenore bucking her hips against her mouth, her hand still on her brown hair keeping her head in place as she kept screaming Kamilah's name.

“Are you enjoying it, Lenore?”

“Ye-“ Lenore moaned loudly, not being able to finish answering, as Kamilah took her lips to her clit, sucking hard, pressing two fingers at her entering and sliding them inside. Feeling Lenore tighten around her fingers, she inserted one more, speeding up her pace.

“Don’t make a mess, babe, what will they think of you if they see the mess you did?” Kamilah teased, barely taking her lips off her center.

“W-what if I do?” Her voice was a mere murmur, hoarse, as Lenore looked down at Kamilah, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. Her face was flushed, mouth open, eyes rolling back as Kamliah thrusted her fingers harder inside her.

All of the blood in Kamilah’s brain rushed directly to between her thighs, as she heard the provocation. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’mma fuck you so hard you won’t walk for the next week, love” she said, using her thumb to circle Lenore’s nub as her fingers curled inside of her. Her free hand traveled down her chest, to her belly and then lower. Keeping a perfect rhythm, her tongue lapping effortlessly against Lenore, Kamilah started working on herself, feeling how wet she was for the girl trembling under her, her fingers dripping with the evidence. Her back arched against the pleasure surging through her, moans leaving her lips, as she circled her own clit, rubbing faster and faster.

“Kamilah…” hearing her name the woman peaked, facing Lenore, never slowing her pace. Seeing her rosy face, the way Lenore breathed forced her to speed up her fingers, hips moving in rhythm, her legs starting to tremble. The anger and fear she had felt before, all turning into adrenaline as her body gave in to the sensations she couldn’t keep in any longer.

“I wanna see…”

Kamilah’s hips bucked up at the request, the idea of displaying herself to Lenore making it impossible to control herself. The woman could feel herself blush, her hand creating more friction against her core.

“no, you didn’t come yet…” kamilah whispered, because it was true, but also because the idea of Lenore looking at her while she played with herself… that was another level of vulnerability, it made butterflies come to her stomach, the aching between her thighs becoming even stronger.

“Please” the other woman mumbled, leaning on her elbows.

Kamilah eyed her, biting her lip. Slowly, the vampire moved, laying her back on some pillows, parting, shyly, her legs wide.

In front of her, Lenore’s chest was rising and falling faster, her nipples hard, cheeks flushed. Just the idea of what she was about to watch made all of her body tingle and ache, making controlling herself harder and harder by the time.

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“I love you, Kamilah. More than I’ve ever loved anyone, I hope you know that”.

Kamilah's breath caught in her chest. Hearing those words was never going to stop making her body go tense, her mind spiral, and her heart race like it couldn't spread enough blood through her whole body. She had heard those same 3 words so many times through her 2000 years of living, but Lenore’s… hers had power, felt magical, they would trap Kamilah in her own paradise, anytime, anywhere.

“I love you too, Lenore. I love you”

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5 songs I've been listening on repeat:

Puppet - Faouzia

Oh My God - Adele

All for Us - Labrinth & Zendaya

Fast Times - Sabrina Carpenter

When I R.I.P - Labrinth

Last movie I watched: Encanto, haven't had much time or the will to watch another movie.

Currently Watching:

Grey's Anatomy

Killing Eve

The Morning Show

The Block

Friends

Private Practice

Currently Reading:

I'm rereading Bloodbound on Choices, and reading some other Choices books that I haven't had the time for before.

Tagging: @the-council-of-new-york-vampires @samgtt700 @clansayeed @livvynka @galaxy-writer @kamilah-is-queen and anyone else who wants to participate

Rules: answer the questions and then tag nine people you want to know better, catch up with.

Thanks for the tag @thespaceantwhowrites!!

Five songs you've been listening to on repeat:

No body, no crime.

Wonderland.

Exile.

Getaway Car.

Long story short.

All of these by Taylor Swift! 😅

Last movie: Spiderman: No Way Home.

Currently watching: Death in Paradise.

Currently reading: No and Me.

Tagging: @fangirl-couch-potato, @brekker-by-brekkerr, @libbyweasley, @ladylanera, @avaasmulti, @melina-melinda, @antoinetriplettsupremacy, @maybeimart and @missinglittlebritishfriend! Feel free to ignore this, and please let me know if you don't want to be tagged!

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Chapter 7: Reunited

Kamilah x MC (written in second person perspective like in Choices)

Reunited and now having to deal with figuring out how to escape without getting caught.

Book 1

Previous Chapter

A/N

I don't own these characters. They are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: SMUT.

Tag List:

Amy’s point of view.

“I missed you so much!” You squeal, nuzzling the side of her neck, when she lifts you up.

She pulls away to stroke the sides of your face, and runs her fingers through your hair. Right before scritching behind your ears.

Her hands slide down to your shoulders and down to your collarbone. “Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head and nuzzle your forehead to hers. “No. But with our bond broken I did get sick.”

Frowning, she responds, “I am so sorry.”

“There is so much I have to tell you but–”

“We are probably being watched right now.”

You nod. “Yes that is correct.”

The two of you go explore your new living area and go into the bathroom. The shower is big enough to hold the both of you.

“Let’s take a shower.” She says and you know exactly what she is getting at.

She turns the water all the way on and has it get nice and steamy.

You take turns undressing one another. Even though it was just a couple of days you have to memorize your naked owner all over again.

“What happened on your end?” You throw your voice low enough that the shower will drown out the mics to the hidden cameras.

“There was a vampire hierarchy and they all wanted me dead apparently.”

You clasp your hands over your mouth. “What?” You fight to control the volume of your voice.

“It was a setup. They wanted to see me in action. I killed nearly all of them. Now we are here.”

“Are you sure you are not leaving out anything?”

“No. Why would I?”

“It sounds very abridged.”

“That is because it is.” She spins you around and lets the water hit your head. You have missed her doting. Her delicate fingers feel nice massaging your scalp.

“How did it all go on your end?”

Your lips threaten to twitch into a little smile. For the moment you let purrs escape. “My mom–or my moms are both here.”

“You have two moms.” She says instead of asking.

“I didn’t know I had two moms.”

“Oh?”

“Both of them are my biological parents.”

“--how is that possible?”

“Quite literally magic.” You suck in your bottom lip.

“Magic really can accomplish anything. Where are they?”

You think about that for a moment. “My birth mom is a prisoner here. She has been here most of my life.”

“This place has been here holding people for decades. I am really not surprised. And your other mom?” She takes shampoo and lathers it in her hands.

“She is the infirmary doctor.”

Her eyes widened. It is always a treat when you can surprise the ancient vampire. “I knew I liked her for a reason. She is on our side.”

“Yes. My birth mom needs to get out of here. The collar is aging her like a human. She is working on how to get all of us out.”

“We’ll have to carefully bide our time.” She says before kissing your forehead.

After washing each other off. It is right around lunch time. Your food looks good. Baked salmon that you can almost convince yourself that it was freshly caught before cooking it.

Kamilah looks down at her pack of blood and gives a long suffering sigh. She doesn’t even try to hide how distasteful it looks to her. To you it looks like regular old blood.

You lift a curious eyebrow, “Something wrong with the blood?”

“As a matter of fact there is.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It is not real. They somehow have invented synthetic blood. It has the same nutrients to keep me immortal and maintain my power but it is wrong and off.”

Without any hesitation you stretch out your arm across the table, presenting her with your perfect vein. It is not fair that only you get to somewhat enjoy your meal.

Kamilah looks down at your wrist and back at the bag of fake blood and back at your wrist again. Her tongue darts out and laps against her bottom lip.

“To hell with it.” Carefully she wraps her hands around your wrist and brings it up to her lips. Her warm to the point of near feverishness lips press against it, eliciting a purr from you. It then turns to moaning when her sharp fangs pierce your flesh.

After she is finished she looks you in the eye and slowly licks the blood from her lips. Your super adept eyes don’t miss her own dark eyes dilating… You know exactly what your owner wants–because you most definitely want the same thing from her.

“They’re watching…” She warns with a rich husky whisper.

“...let’s put on a good show.”

Grinning with her fangs flashing, she sweeps to her feet and lifts you up. Your legs wrap securely around her waist.

When your lips crash together it is nearly orgasmic. You suck on her tongue the moment it passes past your lips.

She carries you to the couch and drops you before climbing on top of you. Your hands slide under her shirt. Her’s mimics the same to you. Your nipples rise to her firm touch.

You both know what each other wants. You are also too burdened to want to take the time to undress. Your hands slip down one another’s pants. You can already feel Kamilah’s heat just outside of her underwear.

She is the first to stroke the tip of her forefinger against your throbbing aching clitoris.

“Ahh…” She shuts you up with a firm kiss that renders you breathless. Your thumb strokes her clitoris sideways. Like you were playing it like an instrument.

The way she dances and grinds against your hand makes you wetter. “Mm… Amy… You like that?”

“I love the way mmm–” She dips a finger inside of you plunging in and out. “--you respond to my ahhh! Touch.”

“Good.” She traces kisses up and down your neck around the collar. The palm of her hand holds your clit hostage.

“Say it…” Kamilah orders riding on your fingers. “Say my name, pet.”

“Kamilah…”

“Amy…yess.”

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to reach an apex. You cling to her as if she might be taken away at any moment. “Kamilah… I love you.”

“I love you too.” She kisses each of your cheeks, nose and lastly your lips. “We’re in this together.”

“Forever.” Your thumb draws a line across her lips.

“Forever.” She kisses that thumb adoringly.

Reinys’ point of view.

You still haven’t figured out what tech or magic they are using to block psychic powers.

And only psychic powers.

You’ve spiked drinks with potions. To weaken the minds of the humans here. So far you are the only nonhuman that works within this facility. You don’t know if there are more outside. With the potion taking effect you have them unknowingly make the live feed of Kamilah and Amygdala’s room repeat a loop that appears live. It will give them much needed privacy for a little while.

The same potion is in the tea that you’ve made for the scientists in charge.

You put them to sleep to finally study what they intend to do with your daughter and the vampire.

What you see, you do not like.

Magic certainly should not be used for scientific experimentation. You will have to figure out to tamper with what they are doing. Now you know why they were so easily convinced to house the two together alone.

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Chapter 6: Evaluations

Kamilah x MC (written in second person perspective like in Choices)

Kamilah and Amy go through evaluations before they are reunited.

Book 1

Previous Chapter

A/N

I don't own these characters. They are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Word Count: 1,255

Warnings: None.

Tag List:

Amy’s point of view.

You have no idea what these evaluations are or what they mean. But as you sit in the stark white sterile room it reminds you of laboratories in science fiction and horror movies.

To top it all off you are still quite exhausted and weak. However, you feel a jolt of excitement run through you because soon you will be reunited with your owner.

Reinys is in the room, along with other people in white coats, that you assume are human. One can never tell by just looking.

“Power is innate, it is something that is not biological.” Your mom explains. “However, it doesn’t hurt to try and see.” Spoken like a woman from a noble court. She remains diplomatic and neutral. Fae of her kind are very good at hiding their emotions. She has to tow the line so as not to draw any suspicions.

You are instructed to hold out your arm. A tourniquet is wrapped around it, just above the vein. It pops out easily and is blacker than pitch.

The technician runs her fingers up and down the vein. “That is the healthiest vein I ever laid eyes on.”

“Ahem.” Reinys clears her throat.

“Right! Right! Sorry.” The tech responds sheepishly. You hardly feel anything when the needle plunges into the vein.

After that is done a single strand of your hair is yanked out. Somehow that hurts worse than the needle. “Ow!” You crinkle up your nose as one eye involuntarily closes.

“Heh. Sorry about that.”

“S’okay.” The pain is gone as quick as it came.

Next they take your fingernail clippings. “Why do you need those?”

“We are seeing if the cat part of you is biologically related to a real cat.”

“...how strange…”

“Picture them as curious cats. They are curious about everything about you.” Your mother’s calming voice is soothing and lulls you into a semi-relaxed state.

“How is this an evaluation though?”

“This is a physical evaluation.” She answers.

“Okay…” You get the gist of it. Or so you think.

After that the guards lead you to another part of the facility. It really does seem like there is no end in sight here. Sometimes it feels like it is a large underground cave system. The further you walk the more the place looks like a normal living area.

“What is this place?”

“It is where you will be housed for a while.” But you are still under lock and key. The next door requires a thumbprint and retina scan. Talk about overkill.

The room is like a small garage or studio apartment. It has all the modern amenities inside of it. At the same time there is a feeling of offness to it.

And there are no signs of Kamilah.

Quickly, your eyes scan for any sort of visible camera available. You just know there might not be any real chance of being alone.

“Snacks are already here.” The guard nods her head in the direction of the kitchen table.

“We’ll provide snacks and meals.”

“So no cooking here?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Good. Because I suck at cooking.” You flash a crooked smile showing off a sharp cat fang.

“That’s cute.” She says without sarcasm. “But this is still–”

“A prison. I get that.”

“Right. Okay. You have the rest of the day to rest.” She replies before stepping out and closing the door. You are practically bouncing on your feet but decide on a nap.

Kamilah’s point of view.

“How can she be this tall when she was from ancient Egypt?” The tech asks.

You don’t even try to hide rolling your eyes at that.

“While the average human wasn’t as tall as humans can get now. There have been uncommon anomalies. Napoleon was five foot nine despite history making him out to have ‘short man’ syndrome.” Reinys speaks like a practiced scientist. “My kind met more than a few tall humans in the ancient past. Just because it was averaged that people were shorter back then doesn’t mean there weren’t tall people around.”

“Good point. Good point.”

You have to admit you like the fae woman. She is the only one that seems to have some sort of moral compass. Though she hides it well.

You feel like you are on an auction block as they examine your whole naked body. One tech lightly prods at the brand high on your upper thigh with her pen.

“That is not a typical tattoo.”

“That is because it is not.” You break your silence.

“Can you explain what it means? All the other vampires have them but they are different from this one.”

“You mean they never explained it?”

“No. They never cooperated.”

“You didn’t punish them for it?”

“Of course not.”

“Of course not.” You repeat while nodding.

“We are really trying to understand the vampire culture that you all have.” Reinys speaks cautiously. You note how she says ‘we’, and know exactly that she means them and that she is not a part of the group. You see the potential of finding an allyship with this woman. So far she doesn’t act like you would think a fae of her ilk would act.

“Alright.” You sigh. “It is the only way to keep our souls tethered to our body. By having a brand of your maker’s clan that is infused with their blood.”

“‘Tethered to the body’. But why?”

“There is a likelihood of a vampire becoming feral if they don’t have the blood of the first vampire infused inside of them. Shouldn’t you have gotten this info from The Order?”

“It would have probably been biased.” Reinys is certainly right about that.

“The blood it takes to turn a human into a vampire dilutes with each generation. The newly turned are further away from the first vampire.”

“The one that turned you? How far removed were they from the first vampire?”

“He was turned by the first.”

“By that sense you are essentially her granddaughter.” Reinys observes.

“Something like that. She was long gone by the time I was turned.”

“Fascinating.” The scientist scribbles down more words on her clipboard. “I think we have enough here. You’re good to go.”

You hurry and slip on your clothes, glad to be done with the so-called evaluations.

Something is definitely up. They aren’t taking you down the usual corridors to the pods. Your eyes dart carefully around to see if there is some sort of escape.

Though you have healed from the high voltage shocks, you can still feel the electric tingles bubbling to the surface.

This facility is more elaborate than Egyptian Pyramids. You have to give them that.

Finally you relent and ask, “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ve been transferred to another part of the prison.” The woman answers without even sparing you a glance. But you see her holding onto the device that can send shocks to your collar.

Even with her hand ready to control the device, you would be a lot faster than her, but you wait it out. You have to figure out your surroundings first.

You are about to find out why. So it is fruitless to ask her about it.

The security is rather overdramatic for the guard to have to use her thumb and eye to unlock the door in front of you.

You are greeted by…

“Got you!” Amy jumps on you and you hug tight. You don’t ever want to let her go.

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Chapter 5: Riot Girl

Kamilah x MC (written in second person perspective like in Choices)

Kamilah has to take on all the vampires on the pod. Where the hell did Serafine go? Amy sinks into further weakness from the broken bond.

Book 1

Previous Chapter

A/N

I don't own these characters. They are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Word Count: 1,255

Warnings: Graphic violence. Blood.

Tag List:

Kamilah’s point of view.

“I should have known.” It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that this is a set up by those in control of this prison. The human guards are protected behind walls and glass that even the strongest of inhumans can’t possibly break through. This is a twisted game that you are forced to participate in.

You’ve killed more vampires on your own than this. A vampire really thinks they have an advantage trying to get you from behind. You duck low. Her stake stabs the air where you stood. You soon break her arm at an impossible angle. Then take said stake and kill her with it.

“Is that the best you can do?” You challenge, curling your upper lip with frustration. They come at you from all sides. You can practically fly. You jump in the air onto the top floor of the pod.

“Where the hell are you Serafine?” It is not a coincidence that she is nowhere to be found.

You have no time to dwell on that now. Other vampires have landed near you. Two come charging at you from opposite sides. They snarl viciously, spit drools off of their fangs. You jump off the railing so fast that they end up stabbing themselves on each of their stakes.

“That is six–”

You roll to the floor, avoiding sets of feet aiming to crush you.

“She is not a fucking goddess! Kill her ass!” Margot shouts from the sidelines. She knows full and well that she can’t take you out herself and is hiding behind the women that are desperate to eliminate you for her.

“If we do this, we’ll finally rid the world of the supposed vampire queen!” Spoken like an imposter megalomaniac.

You throw one vampire over the shoulder and literally impale her chest with your foot. “I should have thought more about doing about that–” You groan looking down at your blood coated barefoot.

If push comes to shove, you will have to take them all out. But you have no idea what the consequences are in store for you when you are done.

But…

…If you kill the queen the hive will crumble.

That is all you have to do.

You send the women on a wild goose chase–as much as you can in a penitentiary.

You jump on tables. Then back up on the second floor. You make sure you get closer and closer to Margot. The woman is pacing and twirling strands of her hair on her finger.

You spin around and stake a vampire and use her dead body as a shield, as you spin round and round.

Of course she has the biggest vampire protecting her. The woman is probably over three hundred pounds.

She punches her fist into a palm, “If you want something done right…you have to call in the big girls.” Margot coos behind her. “Kill her my cherub.”

She stomps forward. She might be stronger than you… But you are fast. You are light on your feet and it is not like you ever fought someone as big as this Bertha here before.

She charges straight. You stand with your legs spread. You wait until she reaches out and tries to grip you in a bear hug.

And…

Flip over her. Only to land on her back and sink your fangs into her thick neck. She is too busy trying hard to fling you off of her, to notice when you land the stake perfectly centered into her heart.

“No! My cherub!” Margot cries.

The others can’t match you in speed. Margot is backed into the wall.

“Your reign is over. Your majesty.” You make sure she feels every inch of the stake go through her. Slowly.

The moment she is nothing more than flakes of ash, you feel the worst shock from your collar. Everyone drops like flies to the floor.

Coming from one of the stations, Kavinsky and his aide Klemph approach. “That will certainly cut down on costs. Isn’t that right Klemph?”

Klemph nods seriously, with a hint of a sadistic spark in his beady eyes. “Yes. Synthetic blood is almost not worth the cost.

“Is this a game to you?” You ask through forcefully gritted teeth.

“On the contrary, Mizz Sayeed.” Kavinsky claps his hands together. “I know some of the creatures here cannot be rehabilitated. They jumped at the chance to try and kill you. This is just us weeding out the ones who can’t see a reason to change themselves.”

Klemph steps away and talks softly into his earpiece. You’d like to know what he is saying but you can’t hear anything but the warden and the bolts still quaking through you.

“We have a situation, sir. In the Fae wing. Reinys says it is urgent.”

Your heart sinks upon hearing what was said. You hope it doesn’t have anything to do with Amy. If you were superstitious at all you might cross your fingers… If you could move that is.

“Very well then.” He turns back to you. “We will do an evaluation in a little while, Mizz Sayeed.”

Amy’s point of view.

You don’t know why or how. All you know is that something is not right and something is happening to Kamilah. With the bond broken it just feels like only a hunch.

Except…

Your head is spinning. A sheen layer of perspiration coats your skin and then you fall to the floor.

Your body convulses on its own volition. Saliva foams at your mouth and you are unable to speak.

“Amygdala?” Your mother is the first to see you fall.

The guards hurry over to the area. The first guard is quick to roll you over on your side. “Clear the area. She needs space to breathe. It is okay, 8675309. We got’cha.”

Another speaks into her walkie talkie, “Reinys we have a problem. We need you, ASAP.”

She doesn’t even answer. She is there within the span of a heartbeat.

Quite literally.

“I know what the problem is.” Through blurry eyes, you see your other mother squat down. “This isn’t a human-like seizure. It is safe to carry her now to the infirmary.” With strong arms the tall fae lifts you up.

“Stay with me, my child.” She coos in the House Toross language. You barely nod at her.

You lose consciousness.

When you awaken, only one eye is able to open.

You are not alone in the infirmary. Your mother talks with the warden and his aide.

“You know she is of use to you. If she dies you will lose the power that she wields. She has to have her bond reconnected to 90210.”

She whispers in a conspiratorial voice. “She can turn vampires human again. Can bring any living being back from death. Anything. Think of how much the price for her power will be.”

(What is she talking about?) You remember your talk. She is selling your powers to help you get to Kamilah again.

“But if she dies… You will not find another like her.”

“A fae can never lie.” Kavinksy says, stroking his chin.

“Never.” She says with a straight face. “They will be dominant as a pair.”

“Yes. Governments would pay top dollar for the pair. They’d be one of the strongest weapons we could offer.”

“That is correct.”

“It is time for their evaluations anyway. You’ve convinced me, Reinys.”

You can see the relief subtly washing over her face before you fall back asleep.

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I've literally got 100+ drawing ideas in my head and no time to draw them out..... Ugh 🥲

#art struggles #college life

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Chapter 5: Girl Fights & Fae Princesses

Kamilah x MC (written in second person perspective like in Choices)

Someone was offended that Kamilah turned them down. Chaos may or may not ensue. Amy gets to have a real talk with her other mother.

Book 1

Previous Chapter

A/N

I don't own these characters. They are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Word Count: 1,381

Warnings: Violence. Death.

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Amy’s point of view.

You are still in pain and it would be a good excuse to actually have a conversation with your other mother. You chew on your bottom lip.

Why do you feel like a shy little girl all of the sudden? Until the night before you didn’t know you never had a father and that you were created between two women who highly love each other.

“You really need to get that checked out.” As if your mother can sense your pain.

“Were you bonded with her?”

“Not in the familiar sense, no. In a way it was a good thing it was not. It would have been harder for me to carry you and raise you when you were born.”

You don’t have to hesitate any longer. Reinys comes walking your way. Your eyes don’t catch the light subtle affectionate touch on Ataraxia’s shoulder.

“I think it is time again to consult with you in the exam room, Amygdala.” You see silvery tears threatening to form in her eyes.

“Yes. I am still feeling pretty bad.” It is no lie. It is excruciatingly painful having that bond to Kamilah essentially severed.

The guards wait outside of the exam room. Subtly, with a tilt of her head she indicates the cameras around. You catch on rather quickly and nod. She goes to the sink to turn on the water. Then returns, gesturing to you to have a seat on the exam table.

“Each high fae house has their own language. We are born knowing said language naturally. You are of my flesh and blood–” She makes sure she doesn’t speak louder than the sound of the running water. “It is the only way for us to communicate safely. Our language cannot be translated by anyone outside of House Toross.”

You nod in understanding. Still a little unsure, but you are ready.

At first her voice produces indecipherable melodies of an ethereal song…

Soon…

The words come to you like second nature.

“Time is different in the human realm. Time moves linear here. Decades here are just that. Decades. Had you been in our safe place you’d still be but a child. Probably getting just too old to sit upon my lap.” A rueful smile appears on her face as she wipes at her eyes discreetly. “I didn’t have time to tell your mother about House Toross’ dark powers. I didn’t have time to prepare for that.” Upon reaching out she is quickly reminded about the cameras. She makes it look like a routine checkup instead. Her fingers make it look like they are inspecting areas on your neck around the collar.

“You were still a baby and we had to give you away.” Her voice cracks and she forces herself to swallow.

“Mother, it is okay. You both did what you had to. You didn’t want to see me harmed. You didn’t want me to die. You wanted me to live. I have lived well. The humans treated me well and living as a cat let me live.” One single teardrop rolls down your cheek. “I found a great owner and I am happy to be her pet.”

“But you were never meant to be a–”

“It is what I know and I was spoiled like you probably wanted me to be.” You swiftly cut her off with a little smile.

She tilts her head and thinks about that. A slow smile stretches across her face, “Yes, I wanted to spoil my little princess. I am supportive of your decision to be a pet.”

She puts on a more serious expression to say, “I have been trying to figure out how to get your mother out of here. This extends to you now. But we have to hurry. Your mother has been wearing that collar for so long that she is now aging like a human. This place and organization has done some terrible things to get their power. We have to stop the machine that created all of this.”

“And Kamilah?”

“Bureaucracy is worse here than it is with the courts. That is saying something. It may still be a little while. I can use my fae wiles to convince them to pair you back with her. Then I will do everything within my power to get the three of you out of here.”

“Mother?”

“Yes, my daughter?” She cups your cheek.

“Even though I only just learned of you, I love you very much. I am glad you loved my other mother enough to want to create me.”

“I love you as well. Nothing you could ever do will make me stop loving you. I never ever stopped my quest into finding you both. Once you are free we can happily celebrate our reunion.”

Kamilah’s point of view.

Whoever created communal showers like these should have been tortured to death. It is not the excessive nudity that is the problem. It is the feeling of constantly being watched. A stark reminder that privacy is now a privilege. You spent centuries hiding in the shadows to keep up the charade. At times you often hated it… however it was necessary. This is the opposite of that.

It leaves you with the feeling of–oh how you hate that word–vulnerability. You hate the feeling of being like a caged animal. You hate the fact that you might start acting like one if you are backed into a corner that you cannot get out of.

As an immortal predator you will always be on your guard. You have not heard the last of Margot. She would be the type to hold a grudge even when you decided not to humiliate her in front of her ‘subjects’. People like her hate rejections no matter how you do it.

The timer shuts the water off and you are still coated in a thin layer of soap scum from. Is it really soap? It doesn’t even feel like it. Is it really cleaning your body? There are murmurs and whispers of complaints about the short time for the showering.

You will not voice your complaints, but you clearly think the same.

“Clear out ladies. Shower time is over.” The guard is stating the obvious. Why do people do that? Especially humans? How have their kind lived for so long? Better yet, why haven’t they evolved to smarter beings? Instead they turned stupidity into a vapid artform.

You wrap the well worn thin fabric terrycloth towel around your slender figure and make sure you are the last one out the door. Three of Margot’s subjects stand dressed and block the door.

It is very suspicious that the guards have just walked away. Corruption in prisons really doesn't surprise you. It makes sense that this place has its own level of corruption.

“The queen sends her regards.” Lo and behold it is the little messenger that gave you the blood. She must be Margot’s favorite and second in command.

Somehow.

Some way.

They’ve made themselves some makeshift stakes. How in the hell were they able to achieve that?

Before they begin to even launch an assault, you unwrap your towel and spin around in a dance of death. Your movements are a blur even for vampire sight. The second command has the towel wrapped around her neck. You’ve literally made her your shield. The other two stupidly stab her in the chest with their stakes.

Ash and a damp nude body mixes about as well as oil and water. You’ll have to worry about that later. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t even the first time that you fought and killed while in a state of nudity. Still caught in a daze of confusion, you grab each of their wrists and twist them to make them stake their own hearts.

They were dead before they knew what happened. It is good that you aren’t into torture anymore. They are lucky to have died quickly.

You step out of the shower covered in ash. The guards…

Instead of trying to stop, they lock themselves in their guard stations.

Every vampire on the pod–save for Serafine–has a stake.

“Sekhmet… Give me strength.” You roll your neck to pop it, ready to fight them all.

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Chapter 4: Origins And Rec Time

Kamilah x MC (written in second person perspective like in Choices)

Amy finds out who her other mother is. Kamilah quickly learns about rec yard politics.

Book 1

Previous Chapter

A/N

I don't own these characters. They are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Word Count: 1,618

Warnings: Talk of infanticide.

Tag List:

Kamilah’s point of view.

Nighttime in the U.S. desert is not unlike Egypt at this time of night. You feel a bit of homesickness. A deep longing that you forgot that you had. The moon is barely a crescent, looking tiny and almost obscure. No matter how tall the guard towers are, they don’t manage to obscure the bountiful sky. This far away from civilization prevents light pollution from corrupting it.

Serafine finds a wall to sit against with her journal out. “What do you write in that?”

“A record of things that I have seen and done.”

“Why do that?”

“To help anyone who may find themselves in our position.”

Most prisoners look mindless, meandering the court in circles. “How long have you been here?”

“Less than half a year.”

You see the group that offered you blood across the court. They look close but far away at the same time. All sets of eyes are on you now.

The vampire that offered the blood wasn’t the queen. You didn’t recognize her before. But now you know…

She belonged to the LaCroix clan. She went missing a few years back. You’d assume someone killed her. The woman from before approaches. “The queen would like a word.”

“Is that so?” You fold your arms beneath your breasts, hiking up an eyebrow. “And if I were to turn her down?”

“I don’t think you’d like the consequences.”

“Is that a threat?”

“More of a warning.”

“I see.” You turn to look at Serafine. She gives you a subtle nod of the head.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you follow the other vampire. You have to admit to yourself that you are more than a little bit curious.

Like the red sea the gang of vampires part to give you and their so called queen a little bit of privacy.

“Did you enjoy your gift, Kamilah?”

“I don’t need any gifts from you. I flushed it down the toilet, Margot.”

“That is a shame. We work hard to come by that blood. You should not have wasted it.”

“I am not playing your games. I have no need to rely on you for sustenance.”

“You think you are still all high and mighty.” She stands up and begins to circle you. When you are far more of a shark than she could ever be.

“You should know that flattery never gets anywhere with me. Priya should have taught you that.”

“You have to understand--” She presses her front against your back. “--you are on my turf now. This isn’t your queendom and I will not be usurped.”

You slow your heartbeat down to a crawl. You don’t even breathe. You stand poised and calm. Her need for control is quite laughable.

“You are not a queen. You were never a queen. At best you hung onto Priya’s coattails your whole vampire life. You reek of imposter syndrome. You may have the others fooled. I can’t be easily swayed by the likes of you.”

For a moment Margot doesn’t say anything. Like you, she has stopped her breathing. If she thinks any harder steam might blow out of her ears.

“Now if we are done here? I like to spend the rest of my time outside self reflecting.” Casually, you walk away.

Amy’s point of view.

The next day…

Your mother scheduled more time away from the other women to have a talk with you about the origin of your birth and how she came to fall in love with a woman of a fae court.

“Your gift--” The idea fully strikes you. “--you are a fae that can lie. That is why they had no problem believing you were the one to have the power.”

“Yes. It worked to protect you and your mother.”

You prop your elbows up on the table. The excitement to find out about who you truly are takes away the pain you have from your severed bond. “Tell me about her.”

Her smile comes from a memory long ago. “As you know a lot of pookas end up as familiars to other creatures…”

Ataraxia’s point of view. First person perspective.

“I was a lot older than you when I left my family. I had entered my maturity. Our family were those of tricksters. They prided themselves in not wanting to serve as magic boosters. They’d rather trick others into death or servitude. Not me. I was more compassionate. I had ‘not like other pookas’ syndrome. I don’t regret it. The only regret is I was captured like a slave. Until…”

“Reinys… I have something for you.”

Reinys also had ‘not like other fae’ syndrome.

“Yes father?”

“I have something that will vastly improve your abilities.”

Reinys looks intrigued. “What is it father?”

“I found this tricky little pooka trespassing and fishing in our pond. For her theft she has agreed to work off her debt as your familiar.” He pulled me out of his bag that kept me from escaping.

“Father no! I will not have another fae be a slave to me.”

“Not this again.” He lets out a long suffering sigh. “Compassion is not typically a trait that we have, Reinys.”

As far as I was concerned, I really didn’t mind. She was the most beautiful fae that I ever laid my eyes on.

“I will take her in as a guest and a new friend. I will be damned if she is going to be my slave because she was hungry and was serching for food.”

“Fine whatever. She is your friend. She can be your friend.” He deposited me into her arms and stormed off.

“Now that it has been settled.” She sat me down on the floor. “You don’t have to be forever stuck in your cat form.”

I shifted into my human form and could tell that there was an instant attraction from her to me and vice versa.

“Oh wow. You’re really beautiful.” She fought hard not to look at my nudity. “Um… What is your name?”

“Ataraxia.”

“Are you as calm as the name suggests?”

“I like to think so. Your father wasn’t mauled, was he?”

She laughed and shook her head, “Good point.”

We worked together for years honing our crafts and magic. She never judged me for having the ability to lie. She told me that is one of the most powerful innate abilities to have in a fae.

We fell in love.

We also knew to keep our love a secret.

That love grew to the point that we did the unthinkable…

...We decided to put our love and magic together to create you.

We sat at the wishing well under the pale moonlights of the twin moons.

“You mean it worked?” She placed her hand on my stomach. You were just a speck then, but I felt your magic swirling within me.

“Yes.” I beamed from ear to ear and cried.

“But why are you crying?”

“I am just happy about our daughter.”

“Me too, Ataraxia. I love you and I love her already. She will be the first pooka royalty.”

“But the court won’t approve of this.” I was so worried for your safety.

“They will eventually. They have to change their ways or remain stagnant.”

But we didn’t expect the rage that your grandfather had over what we did. He didn’t want you to be born. “That pooka is pregnant with your child! How could you do something so insidious and impulsive?”

“What is so impulsive and insidious about creating a child from our love? Everyone does it. It is only natural.”

“You are such a fool… Had I known I would have killed that cat when I caught her.”

“You are despicable! I want no part of the system that would kill an innocent child before she is even born. ” She ran off with tears in her eyes.

But Reinys was always thinking ahead. “Since I was a youngling I have put work into making this a realm.” She showed me the three dimensional map of a land that she made from her magic. “We’ll raise her in our own realm. She will be free of worry about being born a crime. We need to get there soon.” At that time you were due to be born on any day. Your grandfather was a bureaucrat and wanted approval from the rest of the court to get rid of you. That is the time we needed to escape.

There was a hitch to that plan.

We were caught about halfway there. Or nearly caught. She had to stay behind to protect you.

“Teach her all about me. Tell her she should feel pride at who she is. That royal blood runs richly through her veins. Most of all tell her I could never hate her. There is a gateway to the human realm in ours should they find a way through. I hope to find you both again someday. Until then keep her safe.” She poured all of the love she had for me into our final kiss.

She didn’t want to give us up but it had to be done. She had to stay behind. I didn’t want to give you up, but you had to stay alive for the both of us.

Amy’s point of view.

Large teardrops land on the stainless steel table. You wipe as many off as you can with the back of your hand.

“Is she alive?”

Slowly, she turns her head around looking at the guards talking to the doctor.

“You mean?” You quite literally drop your jaw.

“Yes. That is why she is here.” She answers fondly.

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