The Hunt For Immortal Love

My beloved, Anastasia, has opened Pandora's box.

Now the girl has done some crazy things, but this is by far the worst that she has done. I am starting to understand that if you tell a woman one thing, she does the opposite. Well, next time I shall tell her what to do and then she will not do it. But somehow, I don't think that I need to test that theory.

So the Windchaser boys and me, inclusive of Bobby, have just arrived at the Belmont House. I have no idea what lies ahead of us. The box is set to release all the evils that one can find. It is also believed to confess what one deeply desires. Now, don't we all desire things that are pure evil and selfish in a way?

Well, this brings me to why? Why did my beloved open this box? The girl should be in bed nursing the baby in her belly.

But before we shall come to that matter, I have Morgana standing behind me telling me that she has gotten the prophecy wrong. So this does indeed spark my attention first.

"What on earth are you talking about, Morgana?"

"The prophecy. It was said that a very powerful Vampire should be born. Now I did immediately think that it is the, well, we will get to that just now, but I thought it was what Anastasia carries. But I am afraid I was wrong."

"Please do not tell me that I am yet to fight a far greater evil than what I have done so far?"

"If you chose to fight yourself, then please let me know, for I wish to witness such a thing."

"You are making no sense, woman. Please explain yourself."

She steps closer to me and lays her hands gently on my shoulder, now I have seen affection in her eyes before, but this is indeed beyond compare. The woman has never shown me such great respect before. Then she continues to explain. "You, Sebastian. It is you."

"What is me? What have I done now that I am not aware of?"

"You are the Vampire."

"Yes, my dear. I know that I am a Vampire."

"My god," she exclaims as she gently slaps me on the shoulder. "You have always been so impossible; I doubt that you shall ever change."

"Where is the fun in changing. Now, I beg, please get to your point before my beloved brings the world to its knees. God knows what the woman desires."

"Evil, only pure evil. Not by choice, though."

"Now, you are truly not making any sense. Please start from the top. The prophecy?"

I stand in total agony of anticipation as I wait for her to explain. Then, our dear Bobby, that is equally getting frustrated decides to step on.

"This is going to take forever. You are the damn prophecy. You are the Vampire. You were reborn, and do not ask me how. But you possess your soul, and along with that, you have a very much beating heart, also; let us not forget about your powers.."

"What powers?"

"Balls! I should not have said that. Forget that. The thing is that you are the prophecy. Now can we go stop your crazy wife before she kills everyone?"

"Oh no, my friend, you not getting away from this one. But do I even dare to ask, what is growing inside my beloved then?"

Connor looks at me rather concerned and then looks back over to Morgana.

"Must I tell him, or are you going to?"

Morgana only but shakes her head. "Oh no, you can. He is going to have my head for getting it wrong in the first place."

Connor then looks back at me with a very awkward and shy smile on his face. Now I do believe that I am not going to like this one the least bit.

"Well," Connor starts. "She is given birth to something that is going to rip her wide open."

"Yes," I admit. "That is why we are getting the flower."

Then Morgana clears her throat rather deeply and speaks in almost a whisper, "I might have been wrong with that."

"What!" My voice comes through as it vibrates against the windows. "You are what?"

"I thought the child was Vampire or Human, and therefore I did not foresee anything bad to happen."

"I am starting to get rather frustrated, and reading the bunch of you's minds is just as torturous. What is going on here? What is my beloved giving birth to?" "Well," Connor starts. "We have debated this."

"Debate? Is that what you consider Anastasia's life as? A debate?"

"My god, Sebastian, give me time to speak. We think it is the same evil power that is looking to possess the evil powers of the box."

Yes, and the thought comes to mind that I should have never taken the darn box in the first place. It seems that of late, that everyone wants to possess its power. Was the Walker after the same power, or was he, in fact, only trying to protect the box himself. Well, that was a question that I never got to ask.

All I am truly concerned about now is that I get my beloved back, and well, I am not starting to doubt that she is truly carrying my child. But yet there are so many questions that I shall leave for later. So, after aimlessly running around in circles trying to go get the answers, I give up, and we set our plan into motion.

So, I shall attempt to make the very first and obvious move in approaching my beloved directly. I shall pretend that I know nothing of what is truly, which I still do not know, but what I shall continue to believe that it is, in fact, our child that is growing in her belly. I shall reassure her that Edward,

"My god! What about Edward? He is waiting at the mountain for a useless flower."

"Might not be," Morgana says, trying to reassure me. "Let see how this all plays out."

"Well, you are rather full of reassurance today. I think you should refrain from speaking."

Ethan, who has been rather oddly quiet, only but bursts out in laughter. That is when it hits me.

"My dear Ethan, you find our dear Morgana..."

He immediately slaps me against the head to stop me from speaking further. So I only but chuckle to myself as I make my ascend to our room.

"Now, do wish me luck that she shall not kill me."

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This time it is Connor that bursts into laughter, "Like she has not done it before."

So, pushing all the jokes aside, I make my way down the hallway to our room. I can hear my beloved very strangely talking to herself. Not to startle her a great deal, I make a rather loud fumble as I try to enter the room. Now I don't know what to expect. She has opened the box, and I do not know what shall be present with her in the room. But I am guessing that if she did not wish for one to enter, then the door would have been locked. Or this can be a trap.

Not wanting to waste any more time, is slowly steps inside. I find her standing in the corner of the room by the table. She has the box very clearly open next to her. Now at first glance, I do not see anything odd, apart from the skies above. So I continue to make my way over to where she is standing. At first, she seems to be hesitant, but the moment she realizes that I come with no harm intended, which the woman should not for one minute think, but once she sees me come smiling, she smiles in return.

Rather nervously, I take her hand and whisper, "Are you doing fine, my dear beloved?"

She only but nods her and looks at me closer. I know that whatever is inside her is trying to read my mind; therefore, I have closed it off. I do hope that this does not cause any alarm.

Then I look over at the box, which she has now picked up, and started to hold firmly. I have the greatest desire to ask what she does intend to do with it, but I ignore its very presence, not making it known that I am aware that she has it in her possession.

For what seems like an eternity, we just stare into each other's eyes.

She looks down at my slightly parted lips, and I know what is about to happen. We both lean into each other in slow motion, never breaking eye contact once. My heart skips a beat, and my knees get wobbly, even though I am not standing on my feet. I curl my hand around her neck and tangle the other in her long wavy hair.

Our lips brush softly against each other. Her lips are soft and delicately. They dance against me like butterfly wings. I pull away, hesitating for a moment. She felt new yet oddly familiar. Her lips seemed molded to the shape of mine. My hands curled around her so perfectly as if they were made just for her. She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more.

Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.

Everything about her is perfect. The sheer softness of her hair as I run my hands through it. The taste of sweet cotton candy that lingers on her lips. Her breath that warms my cheek. The way she plays with the hair at the back of my head that tickles my neck.

She presses her lips against mine even harder. Lightning passes through me. I feel lost in a different universe, and she is slowly taking me away. Her cold hand creeps from my neck down my spine and pulls me closer. Her touch makes my body shiver. Her delicate, innocent kiss makes my heart flutter. Then it races. My body surrenders. I let her kiss me as long as she wants. Every time I let go, I go back and kiss her again softly.

After what seems like being away for hours, we part and put our foreheads together.

She stares at the ground and softly whispers. "You should not have done that."