HUNTED

"Come here," Gabriel drawled and waited while she walked towards him, her shoulders back, her chin held high as though she sought was nothing of great magnificence. Instead of standing in front of him like a normal person, Amelia slid onto his lap sideways and trailed her finger down his neck. Of course, Amelia was not an average person.

He caught her finger in his hand, all the while their eyes were locked. "Why do you need sanctuary?" He replied and released her finger only to move her hair out of the way from her neck. He made it seem like a caress, and Amelia closed her eyes to his touch; he lowered his lips to her neck and sunk his teeth in instantly.

"No!" She tried to escape from his clutches, but his arms were around her waist, keeping her in place as he drank on her blood. When he wanted to, he could see people's memories and read their thoughts clearer through drinking their blood. He closed his eyes and felt Amelia relax in his hold to the blissful feeling of his fangs in her neck.

Gabriel could either make the experience excruciating, sexual or just blissful. A small moan left her lips, and she clutched at his shirt. While she was looking at him like he was a god, Gabriel watched through her memories of the past week. Flashes of Matthias crossed his mind.

Amelia was on the run from him and thought she could use him and Cassius to protect her. But she also planned to seduce Gabriel and, when his guard was down, use some of the creatures she created to kill him. It was her ultimate revenge for being created for him and to be the most powerful being on earth.

He released her, licked his lips and stared at the shameless vampire. If Matthias was after her, he was not going to protect her, and the fact that she wanted to kill him didn't even make him flinch. He would not upset what little peace he had with the werewolves over someone so selfish. Amelia was staring at him, dazed and almost like she would pass out.

Gabriel looked at her in disgust, his heart clenched at the sight of her and what she had become. "Take her out of my sight," He snapped, releasing her entirely from his grasp. Cassius caught her before she hit her head on the ground.

With her in Cassius' arms, he straightened up, Amelia's head flopped down, and the vampire stared at her longingly. He had his hair in a low ponytail and wore his white and gold coat. He looked more like an angel than he, but if anything, Gabriel had learnt that they were more like the angel of death, born from hell.

"What do you plan on doing?" Cassius asked. Gabriel taught himself how to guard his mind against his brother, not that Cassius read his mind. It was only when it involved Amelia things would suddenly become messy. There never used to be any secrets between them, but once Amelia cut their ties of trust between the brothers, Gabriel was always on guard. If he could do that to him, over a woman, what else could his brother do?

Gabriel was no saint, and he never acted like one, but this opened his eyes even more that he could not trust anyone. The family he had betrayed him. 

"We will protect Amelia," He replied.

Cassius' eyes lit up momentarily before he was impassive once more. Nobody else saw the emotion flicker across his features, but Gabriel was his brother; they knew each other inside and out. What looked to be like two stoic marble works of art to others showed fleeting glances only the twins could see. It wasn't always like that, but whenever Amelia turned up, the atmosphere became tense like a thick blanket almost suffocating them.

Cassius nodded his head and disappeared with Amelia in his arms. Gabriel stood up and walked towards the window. He didn't need to look behind him to know that Luther was there, waiting for his command. "Send an invite to Matthias Cross. I wish to see him and tell him it is in regards to his wife," He quietly commanded as he peered up at the bright starry night sky.

In the early hours of the morning, Gabriel woke up to Amelia sliding under the covers in his bed. "Get out," He snapped without moving a muscle. Amelia, like usual, did not follow his order and climbed on top of him, placing her hands on his bare chest.

"Don't be like that, Gabe," She leaned forwards and searched his eyes before kissing him on the lips. At first, he didn't respond. But then thoughts of his plan materialised in his mind again, and his pride, his pain, and anger were thrown out of the window. His hands slid into her hair, and he deepened the kiss between them.

She was quick to pull his breeches down and moaned when she felt his shaft. She straddled atop his long, hard length, and without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and slammed into her angrily. For three hours, they were lost in each other's arms, aggressively kissing, their bodies intertwined passionately, making love non-stop as though the years between them had all but fallen away. By the end of it, Amelia had bruises and bite marks from where Gabriel sunk his fangs into her, drinking from her and claiming her as his own.

When he next woke up, Amelia was being assisted by a servant in getting changed. His brows drew together; she was putting on a show for him. Usually, Amelia would use the separate dressing room for such things. However, what she meant to be a form of flirting, didn't work in her favour.

He suddenly appeared in front of her, breeches hung loosely, showing off his delectable 'v' muscles. Gabriel's gaze lowered to her mark under her collarbone, showing him who she truly belonged to. Guilt bubbled inside of him, but he never let it show. He waved his hand to the servant who curtsied and left his room.

"Do you not have any shame?" He asked, searching her cold and cruel eyes. His answer was shown from the emotionless stare she gave back.

"Don't you?" She inquired with a smirk, a smirk he wanted to wipe off.

"No," He lied. But Amelia didn't detect it and smirked even more before she finished getting changed under his scrutiny and left the room.

That night he decided to see Cassius. Ever since Amelia left him, he had been in bed with plenty of women and losing himself to his blood lust that seemed to get worse over time. But when Gabriel arrived at Cassius door, he heard the sighs and whimpers of none other than Amelia Cross. He did not care for embarrassment or the rage he felt twisting in his stomach; it was a sight he needed to be drilled into his mind.

Gabriel quietly opened the door and saw the sight he was expecting. His hands fisted at his sides and he stopped himself from ripping their heads off then and there. Cassius was pounding into Amelia from behind, her leaning against him as he drank from her neck while she drank from his wrist.

That was one of the most intimate acts a vampire couple could do. To drink from each other. The sex was an extra bonus to add to the high of each other. This was something Gabriel did not share with her that morning. His heart iced over, and he closed the door behind him before marching off, his plan now set in stone.

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