A week after Lux and Jake's second encounter in Atlanta,
Montana, Helena, near the St. Helena Cathedral.
Summer was still hot in the USA. Lux decided to stroll into Montana wearing a long-sleeved short black dress with gold accents. Her hair was braided in one single Dutch braid, and at her feet were a pair of black stilettos. She was dressed far too elegantly for the day, and her luxurious appearance earned her the curious gaze of the humans who walked past her. She didn't care much about the attention she got, as her mind was filled with chaos. The emergency meeting she was forced to attend five months ago derailed her research. It stopped her from looking further into the vampire Lord, Frederic Roustain, of the Roustain Family. She learned from her regular blood bag that Frederic had her followed, and it both bothered the redhead and intrigued her. Her father shut down any attempt at conversing about his growing paranoïa and kept claiming the same dogma about the Founding Vampires: That they were all dead and had been for millennia. If she went on a trip, if she was so determined to explore the world and find the graves of the elder vampires, perhaps, she would be able to prove her hypothesis to be true. It wasn't a war with humans that was coming. It was the return of a Founding vampire that was to be feared.
Still, Lux only had her theories with her. She needed to find actual proof of a Founding Vampire who was still alive. The implications of a Founding Vampire still alive these days were dire because ultimately, they would want to claim back power. However, vampire society had changed over the millennia, and rather than a handful of them holding power, they organized themselves in such a way that everyone could climb the ladder and become a leader through alliances and marriage. A Founding Vampire would disrupt this fragile society, and it would become a bloodbath. She knew her father's life would be in danger, and she couldn't afford to lose him. It wasn't war with humans she was worried about. It was a war within the vampire society that could happen, and this one would be ruthless. A person was living in Helena who could help her with vampire history and help her narrow down her research. Meeting with him was the only reason that made her set foot in Montana. Another reason was that Lux needed a distraction from Jake.
Jake... She practically ran away from him, from what he was making her feel. It wasn't a conscious decision, not even a conscious effort, but her body recognized the signs. It recognized the growing affection she had for him. It recognized the insatiable thirst she had for him. It recognized the growing urge to come back to him and be in his arms. It recognized what her mind didn't, that she was growing attached to her special human and that she was feeling more and more reluctant to leave him. She forced herself to leave the hotel room early in the morning because she knew that if she didn't go, she would want to stay. She had to leave, because if she didn't, she would not. She would never. Jake...He distracted her. When she was with you, her issues took a backseat in her mind. He became her priority, not the Founding Vampire, not the vampires following her, and certainly not the vampire society and the endless waltz of suitors who want to force her sire to marry her.
Jake... Well, she was willing to admit that he was a fantastic lover and she was addicted to him. Upon leaving Atlanta, she realized that she didn't want to try with someone else because she knew they would never be Jake. He was her special human. He was not afraid of her vampire nature, didn't recoil at the sight of her true form, and he desired her. Oh, he desired her, alright, and it was fucking communicative. Lux loved having sex with Jake. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She couldn't stop touching herself; heck, even in the train that took her to Montana, she locked herself in the restroom, allowed her mind to walk back memory lane, and fingered herself to completion. Jake truly was unique in the way he turned her into a cock-addict. Well, she was addicted to his cock, no one else's. She was addicted to him and found herself thinking about fucking him anywhere and anytime she had the opportunity. Yes, she wanted to see him again, and she knew that once her business in Montana was done, she would look for him again. She would text him and ask if she could find him again. It was decided.
But sex was something she could willingly admit to wanting with him. Her mind wasn't shy about being needy, and she would gladly admit to her addiction to his body and the way he was fucking her. However, it wasn't all she loved about Jake. It wasn't just his massive dick, his large and burly body, his strong muscles that could manhandle her, or the fact that he was such a good puppy to her. Always obedient, always eager to please her, and so damn good at doing so. No. It wasn't just sex. She was missing the man. She was missing his jokes. She was missing his arms wrapped around her frame. She was missing his kisses on her soft skin, the type of affection and adoration from Jake that put her soul at ease. That's what he did. He put her soul at ease, something in the way he was holding her, the way he was looking at her, or maybe the way he was calling her name..She couldn't really put her finger on it, but there was a connection that went beyond the physical aspect of their relationship, and she was missing it. She was craving it. She was craving him.
She shook her head as she walked up the stairs to the cathedral. She chewed at her bottom lip and pinched her cheeks twice to focus on what was going to happen next. Before she could knock on the heavy wooden door, it opened, and an elegant man with white hair, red eyes, and a black suit with a blue coat around his shoulders welcomed her. He lifted a brow and took a good look at the vampire before he stepped aside and said in a cavernous voice.
" You traveled all this way for answers, Miss Adora. I told you on the phone that people outside of the council looking into our history doesn't please the council, but you said you were ready. Shall we begin?"
-TBC-
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