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Ember Unspoken

Novel By: EverAfterDarling

©2014 Megan Kerr

A year after her attack, Ember Blackthorn has changed completely. She isn’t the small town girl everyone remembers her to be. Now she is much more – A powerful witch on the outside and a monster on the inside. Becoming a vampire has changed her life drastically- for better and for the worst- But now clans from all around the world want to get their hands on her. Is she safe? View table of contents...



Submitted:Feb 28, 2014    Reads: 52    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   

I stand in front of the tall mirror that hangs on the back of my closet door. The window next to me is wide open, letting in a refreshing summery breeze that blows my thick brunette hair behind me. My hair sits in perfect curly locks around my face and goes down to just below my rib cage. Piercing blue eyes stare back at me, outlined in midnight black eye liner and Maybelline mascara. My pale face is flawless with no site of acne or blemishes that could ruin my beautiful complexion. The black tight jeans I wear hug my tight waist and thighs, along with a beautiful red shirt that shows my bony shoulders. I am tiny for my age, but don't let that fool you. My body may look fragile to most of you, but it's anything but that.

I am a vampire.

Yep, I said it. I am a bloodsucking, murderer that feeds off of innocent human beings to fulfill the hunger of a vampire that burns deep in the back of my throat.

You know, not all vampires are bloodsuckers.

I sure as Hell am not one. I refuse to drink human blood, but we will get more into that later on.

My bedroom door on the other side of the large room opens and Nathan walks in. A small smile forms on my face when my eyes land on him through the mirror. His golden eyes meet mine and the corner of his beautiful mouth lifts up in a captivating smile.

"You look beautiful." His voice is deep, yet low. He shuts the door behind him and walks across the shiny wooden floor to stand behind me. I don't break eye contact with him as I stare at him. He is gorgeous with dark brown hair that spikes up in just the right way, a chiseled jaw that could break granite, bright golden eyes, and a body that I would love to have to myself through the night. I bite on my bottom lip out of habit, something I do whenever I am around him as those thoughts run through my mind. If only those things could happen. I would be a happy camper.

"Thank you." I reply with confidence. His hard chest is almost pressed against my back but I do my best to ignore that tingling feeling in my lower stomach.

"Are you ready?" He asks, lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder. He gives it a small squeeze to reassure me everything is going to be fine, that I am ready to go home. After a long year of excruciating pain, endless training, and lack of human contact, I am finally ready to go to my home town in New York.

I turn around to face him, "I have been waiting for the moment for months now, Nathan. Of course I am ready." I give him a small smile, ignoring that bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's been going on for a couple days now, but I have ignored it. If I even mention it to him, he will freak and keep me here. Protective Nathan is a little too overbearing for me to handle.

He leans down, wrapping his strong arms around my tiny waist. His breath is hot against my ear, "I know you are. Just can't help but to worry about you." He murmurs, and I close my eyes, resting my head against his hard chest.

"Ian will be there," I whisper, and I can feel his body tense up underneath my hold on his shoulders. He hates Ian. Trust me; it's a long story that will just complicate things even more if I try and explain it to you, but don't worry, you all will know soon enough. I honestly don't even know the whole story. Nathan may be a good friend, yes I said friend, but I have only known him for a year. I have been alive for 19 years (I am stuck at 18, but you get it) and he has been around for over 700 years. It's not like I will suddenly know all of his background in a year.

Ian will be my body guard for the next two weeks while I am away. Even though I prefer having Nathan with me, sadly he can't. Something about the Counsel and his father needing him is keeping him here. Vince, Nathan's father, and the man who took me in, has ordered Ian to tag along with me to make sure I don't do anything stupid. And by stupid, I mean kill any innocent human beings. At least he trusts me enough to go, right?

I pull away from Nathan's warm embrace and look up into his eyes, "I will be fine." I reassure him, and he forces a smile.

"I know you will be." He sighs, but I know he is just saying that to make me feel better. He doesn't trust Ian, and I understand perfectly because the guy gives me the creeps as well, but what can I do? I'm stuck with him for the next two weeks.

A small knock sounds at the door and Nathan and I pull away from each other. Vince walks in. He is a handsome looking guy, not my type, but I know he gets the ladies. He is wearing a pair of faded jeans and a tight black t-shirt that shows his muscles through the material. From a glance, you wouldn't be able to notice he is an Original - one of the first vampires to roam the Earth - with his young complexion, making him look as if he is in his late 20's.

"The car is waiting outside." Vince notifies me, and I look up at Nathan. I can tell he is deep in thought, probably worrying. Typical Nathan.

I wrap my arms around his neck in a swift hug, "I will be fine," I whisper in his ear again, and his arms wrap tightly around my waist, holding me in a suffocating hug.

"Call me tonight." He replies against my forehead, and I let go.

"I'll try." I joke, and he narrows his eyes at me.

"I'm serious, Ember. Call me."

A small laugh escapes from me and I shake my head. "I will, I will. Jeez." I smile, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Bye Nathan".

"Bye." I can tell he is upset with me going, but I walk out of the room as fast as I can before I change my mind. Vince walks next to me through the huge mansion that has been sitting here for over 1,000 years. You wouldn't be able to notice it's old with its shiny marble floor, ancient furniture, and unique walls. It's a beautiful house, and I can definitely call it my home. But home is in New York, where I left my mother and my friends and the next two weeks will be painful, as I try and come up with a reason why I disappeared out of thin air. It's not going to be easy, but I hope they understand.

Vince doesn't say anything as we make our way outside and into the warm air. The sun is barely noticeable in the sky as it hides behind gray clouds. We vampires aren't entirely immune to the sun, as it can make us weaker, but it's not like we can't be out in it. Ian is leaning against the back door to the black limo that sits in the long driveway. His eyes are a shade of red, but I know he will put contacts in his eyes once we make it to New York. He is built, tall, and if I didn't dislike him as much as I do, I would say he is a handsome guy. His harsh and ignorant personality is what makes him so ugly though, and I tend to keep my mouth shut around him. He doesn't scare me, but I don't need him on my bad side the next two weeks I will be alone with him.

I sigh at the thought.

I really wish it was Nathan going with me.

Ian opens the back door for me and I look over at Vince, who looks calm.

"Thank you for letting me do this." I say to him, and he gives me a small smile.

"You are ready, Ember. I know you are." He gives me a small pat on my back, "Just don't kill any humans while you are there."

"I won't."

"Good. Now get going, it's going to be a long drive." I smile with a small nod, taking in a deep breath. I am going home.

I get into the back and slide over the black leather. Ian gets in and sits on the other side of me. He doesn't look at me, he just stares out the window. The limo starts moving and I notice Nathan standing on the porch, the expression on his face is saddened. I would wave, but I know he won't be able to see me through the tinted glass. I lean into the seat and swallow hard as we make our way through the tall gates that surround the mansion - the ones that have kept me locked in for a year - and now I am beyond them. It's going to be a very long and boring drive from Ohio to New York, so I decide that taking a nap would be the best thing for me right now.

I lean my head against the glass and close my eyes. In just 7 hours, I will be home…


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