Christiana was in shock. She couldn’t stay here anymore. Not after Anastasia had just told her. She sat, speechless on Chris’ couch. First she finds out that she has a descendant named after her who is an old woman, then she finds out that she is the..many times great aunt of Anastasia Romanov. Not only that, but Anastasia is an immortal by blood. She finally let all of the information sink in. This would mean that she also was an immortal. As she looked up at Anastasia and Chris, she opened her mouth to speak, promptly snapping it closed. She didn’t know what to say. Anastasia handed Christiana a piece of paper with a phone number and a name. She read it aloud. “Elspeth Lyon. Who is she?”
Anastasia laughed and pointed to the paper. “Call her and you can ask her yourself.” She handed Christiana the phone and nodded. “Go ahead.”
Christiana held the phone with a shaky hand. Not only was her whole world turning upside down, she hadn’t eaten in what seemed like ages. She needed to feed. Without hesitation, Chris stood up and held her wrist. “Dearie, you need to eat.” Christiana shook her head. “I can’t feed from you. You’re family.”
Wow, she had a family again. She glanced at the book on the table and saw Nataschia’s name again. She still couldn’t believe her sister had survived so long. She remembered the tale Anastasia had told her. She was killed by Christiana. When she’d awoken from Sun turning her, she attacked Nat. She barely even remembered it. She knew there’d been an accident, but was never told that she’d been the one who’d killed her. Anastasia had gone on to tell her about Nat rising again, not a vampire, but an immortal just like Anastasia.
Suddenly, she was slapped across the face by the old woman. “Feed. Don’t be stupid. I am offering this as family would.” With the pointed look on her face, Christiana groaned and slid her fangs out reluctantly and took her wrist. She looked at her, and knew she wouldn’t win the argument. Chris was so much like her in so many ways. Her stubbornness was stronger than Christiana’s however. She closed her eyes for a moment, licked her lips and opened them again. She sunk her fangs into her wrist before she could think on it again. She closed her eyes again as she drank in her niece’s blood. She took just enough to steady herself and bring her back to clarity. She felt the momentary pleasure she’d gotten from being fed from. She pushed her wrist away. “Now calm yourself woman. I don’t want to have to glamour you to make you forget the feelings. I can’t lose my focus with your momentary lust. Remember, we are family.”
She watched Chris sit down and take a few breaths to soothe herself. She could feel the emotions in the room as if they were her own. There was anxiety and worry, love and frustration.” She looked at Anastasia. “You know I did not mean what happened to Aryana. Please don’t stay upset with me.” As Anastasia warred with her own emotions, Christiana held the phone tight and picked up the piece of paper with the number and name, walking from the room. She needed to focus.
She dialed the number. It seemed like ages before was answered. “Hello, Christiana.” The voice on the other line seemed so calm, as if she’d known the call was coming. “Elspeth?” She didn’t know what to say or ask. She still had no idea what this woman had to do with anything.
“Yes, sweetheart. Ana told me you’d be calling.” Christiana heard her clear her throat before continuing. “I am your grandmother.” Christiana dropped the phone and brought her hand to her mouth. She didn’t know what to think. Was this all a dream, a hoax? She heard Elspeth mumbling and picked up the phone. “How is this possible? I am hundreds of years old.”
Elspeth laughed. “I know you are, my dear, and I am thousands.” Christiana was, once again, speechless. She didn’t know if she could truly take in all the information she was learning. After talking to Elspeth a while longer, she scratched down her address and relayed her own. They promised to keep in touch and talk more about everything once Christiana was back in the states.
As she hung up the phone, she thought over everything that she’d learned again. This was all so much to take in. She needed to get home and be alone. There was no way that all of this would sink in properly if she were to stay here. She would make sure to visit once everything in her head settled down and she wasn’t so confused.
She stood up and walked back in, with her blocks up. She couldn’t handle all the other emotions when she didn’t truly know what she was feeling herself. She handed the phone back to Anastasia and looked between her and Chris. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave. All of this is just to much to comprehend fully while having to shield myself from your emotions.” She picked up her bags and threw them over her shoulder, walking out to the car she’d already called. She lowered her shields long enough to send out love to both of them. “Thank you for being so open and honest with me. I appreciate it, and finding out who I really am..it’s scary, but I feel like I am blessed more than I ever realized.” She waved to both of them and slipped into the car.
She watched them wave goodbye to her and let herself break down. She wiped her blood tears on a tissue and leaned her head back on the seat. Her whole world just literally changed. She didn’t know where to begin. She lost herself in thought the whole ride to the private airport, blankly getting into the jet. She was mildly aware of how the employees she’d hired took care of her things without asking for direction, or bothering her in any way.
She stared out the window as they took off, watching as all the lights of Russia faded in the distance. As the lights of Europe as a whole faded to a blur below, she let herself go into a death sleep for the remainder of the trip.
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Christiana rose the when they landed, without prompting. She stepped from the plane and found herself inside a closed hanger. After talking to the attendant, she was told they landed during daylight hours. It was a bit of a shock that she had risen so easily. She ordered for a donor to be brought to the hanger. She drank her fill, quite greedily, keeping her guards up to keep from feeling the emotions as she fed. She made sure the donor was taken good care of, which was not normal for her. She knew that she’d changed a lot since learning about her empathy, but this was far from who she’d been in the past.
She was sitting on a cargo crate, her mind going over everything, like it had been a lot lately, when someone opened the hanger doors. She felt the sun hit her skin and screamed. “What the fuck are you doing?! Close that!” She hissed out at the engineer who was apparently the culprit. Anger flowed through her freely and she sped to him, sinking her fangs into his neck quickly.
While she fed, she barely registered the slight sunburn she was getting. When she dropped his completely drained corpse to the floor she looked up and had to close her eyes. The light was so intense and bright. As she adjusted to the intensity of the daylight, she realized that the pain was minor. She’d seen vampires burst into flames at even a stray beam of sunlight, but she was still undead. She looked at the back of her hand in awe. The skin was a bright pink, but that was all. She walked out fully into the light and let out a bubble of laughter. What she learned was real, not just some sort of trick or rumor. She really was immortal. She’d never thought to test the sun because of the damage she knew normal vampires would take. Now she knew she was far from normal. She would have to test the limits sometime soon.
She rose her hand and whistled for her attendant to come to her. As soon as she did, Christiana told her to get the driver to bring the limo around. She was going to return home before nightfall.
On the way home, the driver screeched to a halt. As she was jolted forward, she growled. “What in the fuck are you doing?!” She yelled as she lowered the partition. The driver had jumped from the car and was yelling at someone. She slipped from the car and looked up at the sun with a huge grin. After a moment of awe yet again, she rounded the car to find out what was going on. The man and woman in the middle of the street were arguing, ignoring her driver. She walked up to them and stomped her foot. They both turned to look at her, their eyes trailing over her. The man had a quite obvious bulge grow in his pants. She smirked and grabbed his chin.
She pulled his face to her and looked him in the eye. “Now, can someone please fucking explain why I am not on my way home?” He licked his lips and nodded. “This bitch can’t keep a decent hotel. The service here is horrendous.” He said without even blinking. Christiana had to laugh. Her plans were halted by someone bitching about hotel service. Just fucking wonderful. She turned and looked at the hotel manager, keeping a tight grip on the man, having moved her hand to his neck.
“Do you want me to take care of your problem?” She laughed, letting her fangs show proudly. The woman’s eyes went wide as her hand came to her mouth. “Well? Do you?!” Christiana growled out. The woman nodded, but said nothing. Her eyes were stuck on the fangs. Christiana didn’t need any further invitation. She was free to do as she wished, and she loved it. There was power in taking out a jerk like this. She picked him up and carried him to the car, tossing him inside the back seat. She turned back to the manager and grinned. “My driver will give you my contact information. Send me this man’s bill. I am more than happy to pay for it with the fun I am going to have making him pay for his ignorance and rude behavior.” She slipped into the back seat and grinned at the man. Pulling the door shut, she moved over next to him. “You and me are going to have some fun.” She ran a razor sharp nail over his neck and moved in to lick up the line of blood welling at the mark. He shrank back in fear, while the bulge in his pants seemed to swell. She closed her eyes and let the mixed emotions flood over her. She always did like playing with her food.
As the car started to move, she started undressing him. First, his tie came off with a swift pull. Then, his jacket. He was shaking. When she started popping his buttons off, one at a time, he whimpered. She could feel his fear and lust growing in sync. The emotions fueled her drive. She wanted him crying as he climaxed. Then, if he was lucky, he would die quickly. Depended on her mood as things progressed. As his shirt hung open, exposing his chest, sparsely covered with hair, he bit his lip. She raked her nails down his chest roughly, leaving jagged and deep tears in his skin. She decided to fuel the lust a little more by slipping the bust of her dress down and sliding into his lap. She grabbed the sides of his face with one hand and kissed him hard. Her fang pierced his tongue and she drank a bit of him down as he went between moans and whimpers.
She pressed her heel into his groin and laughed as he started to cry. Spiked stilettos were always a good fashion choice, for any occasion. After a few moments of grinding her heel into him, she quickly undid the zipper and button, yanking the fabric, along with his boxers, from him. She moved back to his lap, moving her legs to either side of him to straddle him. She drug her fangs over his neck roughly as she lowered herself down on his length. She tore at his throat, lapping up the warm crimson liquid as she moved her hips. She dug her nails into his back as she leaned backward, bringing him forward with her. She laughed as his tears of pain fell onto her bare breasts. She was doing nothing to dull the pain. She made sure he felt every scratch and tear at his skin.
Just as she felt his climax near, she moved from him and lowered to her knees. She grinned up at him and slid her mouth over his length, taking advantage of the fact that she didn’t need to breathe. As his release started, she pulled back. She didn’t need to ingest anything that wasn’t blood. She might be immortal, but she would still get violently ill from ingestion. She knew that from experience. She stroked him until he was spent. His tears had stopped, which was alright. She wasn’t finished with him yet. She grabbed his thigh, letting her nails pierce the still trembling muscle. Without giving him a moment to even think, she sunk her fangs deep into his thigh, drinking heavily. She grabbed him hard and pulled, moaning herself at the terror he felt. She could feel his heart racing. He knew he was going to die, but still boldly spoke. His voice was a little higher than it had been before. “How could you be in the sun if you’re a…” His words trailed off as the increased heart rate helped her drain him more quickly. When she felt his heart still, she pulled back and licked her lips. She wiped her chin and licked the finger clean. “Because I am immortal.” She laughed darkly and moved back to her seat. She was far from sated sexually, but she was completely satisfied in his demise.
She righted her dress and lowered the partition again. “Call ahead and tell them we need a problem disposed of.” She said, laughter ringing through her words.
After they arrived, she stepped from the car and went inside. She hadn’t been home in what seemed like forever. There were many reminders of Hunter around. Before she had a moment to miss him, her phone went off. She nearly dropped her bags when she realized it was him.
The texted for a few moments, having made plans for her to join him in Colorado. That boy was going to have some answering to do. She was playful yet mad that he hadn’t called or texted during his whole time away. She realized in those moments that her heart, though it did not beat, was for him.
Weeks went by with no word from him. She was started to get frustrated again. Her mind kept her occupied most of the time. She was sitting on the deck out back, her mind going over all she had learned for the millionth time. She didn’t even hear him approach…
Anastasia laughed and pointed to the paper. “Call her and you can ask her yourself.” She handed Christiana the phone and nodded. “Go ahead.”
Christiana held the phone with a shaky hand. Not only was her whole world turning upside down, she hadn’t eaten in what seemed like ages. She needed to feed. Without hesitation, Chris stood up and held her wrist. “Dearie, you need to eat.” Christiana shook her head. “I can’t feed from you. You’re family.”
Wow, she had a family again. She glanced at the book on the table and saw Nataschia’s name again. She still couldn’t believe her sister had survived so long. She remembered the tale Anastasia had told her. She was killed by Christiana. When she’d awoken from Sun turning her, she attacked Nat. She barely even remembered it. She knew there’d been an accident, but was never told that she’d been the one who’d killed her. Anastasia had gone on to tell her about Nat rising again, not a vampire, but an immortal just like Anastasia.
Suddenly, she was slapped across the face by the old woman. “Feed. Don’t be stupid. I am offering this as family would.” With the pointed look on her face, Christiana groaned and slid her fangs out reluctantly and took her wrist. She looked at her, and knew she wouldn’t win the argument. Chris was so much like her in so many ways. Her stubbornness was stronger than Christiana’s however. She closed her eyes for a moment, licked her lips and opened them again. She sunk her fangs into her wrist before she could think on it again. She closed her eyes again as she drank in her niece’s blood. She took just enough to steady herself and bring her back to clarity. She felt the momentary pleasure she’d gotten from being fed from. She pushed her wrist away. “Now calm yourself woman. I don’t want to have to glamour you to make you forget the feelings. I can’t lose my focus with your momentary lust. Remember, we are family.”
She watched Chris sit down and take a few breaths to soothe herself. She could feel the emotions in the room as if they were her own. There was anxiety and worry, love and frustration.” She looked at Anastasia. “You know I did not mean what happened to Aryana. Please don’t stay upset with me.” As Anastasia warred with her own emotions, Christiana held the phone tight and picked up the piece of paper with the number and name, walking from the room. She needed to focus.
She dialed the number. It seemed like ages before was answered. “Hello, Christiana.” The voice on the other line seemed so calm, as if she’d known the call was coming. “Elspeth?” She didn’t know what to say or ask. She still had no idea what this woman had to do with anything.
“Yes, sweetheart. Ana told me you’d be calling.” Christiana heard her clear her throat before continuing. “I am your grandmother.” Christiana dropped the phone and brought her hand to her mouth. She didn’t know what to think. Was this all a dream, a hoax? She heard Elspeth mumbling and picked up the phone. “How is this possible? I am hundreds of years old.”
Elspeth laughed. “I know you are, my dear, and I am thousands.” Christiana was, once again, speechless. She didn’t know if she could truly take in all the information she was learning. After talking to Elspeth a while longer, she scratched down her address and relayed her own. They promised to keep in touch and talk more about everything once Christiana was back in the states.
As she hung up the phone, she thought over everything that she’d learned again. This was all so much to take in. She needed to get home and be alone. There was no way that all of this would sink in properly if she were to stay here. She would make sure to visit once everything in her head settled down and she wasn’t so confused.
She stood up and walked back in, with her blocks up. She couldn’t handle all the other emotions when she didn’t truly know what she was feeling herself. She handed the phone back to Anastasia and looked between her and Chris. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave. All of this is just to much to comprehend fully while having to shield myself from your emotions.” She picked up her bags and threw them over her shoulder, walking out to the car she’d already called. She lowered her shields long enough to send out love to both of them. “Thank you for being so open and honest with me. I appreciate it, and finding out who I really am..it’s scary, but I feel like I am blessed more than I ever realized.” She waved to both of them and slipped into the car.
She watched them wave goodbye to her and let herself break down. She wiped her blood tears on a tissue and leaned her head back on the seat. Her whole world just literally changed. She didn’t know where to begin. She lost herself in thought the whole ride to the private airport, blankly getting into the jet. She was mildly aware of how the employees she’d hired took care of her things without asking for direction, or bothering her in any way.
She stared out the window as they took off, watching as all the lights of Russia faded in the distance. As the lights of Europe as a whole faded to a blur below, she let herself go into a death sleep for the remainder of the trip.
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Christiana rose the when they landed, without prompting. She stepped from the plane and found herself inside a closed hanger. After talking to the attendant, she was told they landed during daylight hours. It was a bit of a shock that she had risen so easily. She ordered for a donor to be brought to the hanger. She drank her fill, quite greedily, keeping her guards up to keep from feeling the emotions as she fed. She made sure the donor was taken good care of, which was not normal for her. She knew that she’d changed a lot since learning about her empathy, but this was far from who she’d been in the past.
She was sitting on a cargo crate, her mind going over everything, like it had been a lot lately, when someone opened the hanger doors. She felt the sun hit her skin and screamed. “What the fuck are you doing?! Close that!” She hissed out at the engineer who was apparently the culprit. Anger flowed through her freely and she sped to him, sinking her fangs into his neck quickly.
While she fed, she barely registered the slight sunburn she was getting. When she dropped his completely drained corpse to the floor she looked up and had to close her eyes. The light was so intense and bright. As she adjusted to the intensity of the daylight, she realized that the pain was minor. She’d seen vampires burst into flames at even a stray beam of sunlight, but she was still undead. She looked at the back of her hand in awe. The skin was a bright pink, but that was all. She walked out fully into the light and let out a bubble of laughter. What she learned was real, not just some sort of trick or rumor. She really was immortal. She’d never thought to test the sun because of the damage she knew normal vampires would take. Now she knew she was far from normal. She would have to test the limits sometime soon.
She rose her hand and whistled for her attendant to come to her. As soon as she did, Christiana told her to get the driver to bring the limo around. She was going to return home before nightfall.
On the way home, the driver screeched to a halt. As she was jolted forward, she growled. “What in the fuck are you doing?!” She yelled as she lowered the partition. The driver had jumped from the car and was yelling at someone. She slipped from the car and looked up at the sun with a huge grin. After a moment of awe yet again, she rounded the car to find out what was going on. The man and woman in the middle of the street were arguing, ignoring her driver. She walked up to them and stomped her foot. They both turned to look at her, their eyes trailing over her. The man had a quite obvious bulge grow in his pants. She smirked and grabbed his chin.
She pulled his face to her and looked him in the eye. “Now, can someone please fucking explain why I am not on my way home?” He licked his lips and nodded. “This bitch can’t keep a decent hotel. The service here is horrendous.” He said without even blinking. Christiana had to laugh. Her plans were halted by someone bitching about hotel service. Just fucking wonderful. She turned and looked at the hotel manager, keeping a tight grip on the man, having moved her hand to his neck.
“Do you want me to take care of your problem?” She laughed, letting her fangs show proudly. The woman’s eyes went wide as her hand came to her mouth. “Well? Do you?!” Christiana growled out. The woman nodded, but said nothing. Her eyes were stuck on the fangs. Christiana didn’t need any further invitation. She was free to do as she wished, and she loved it. There was power in taking out a jerk like this. She picked him up and carried him to the car, tossing him inside the back seat. She turned back to the manager and grinned. “My driver will give you my contact information. Send me this man’s bill. I am more than happy to pay for it with the fun I am going to have making him pay for his ignorance and rude behavior.” She slipped into the back seat and grinned at the man. Pulling the door shut, she moved over next to him. “You and me are going to have some fun.” She ran a razor sharp nail over his neck and moved in to lick up the line of blood welling at the mark. He shrank back in fear, while the bulge in his pants seemed to swell. She closed her eyes and let the mixed emotions flood over her. She always did like playing with her food.
As the car started to move, she started undressing him. First, his tie came off with a swift pull. Then, his jacket. He was shaking. When she started popping his buttons off, one at a time, he whimpered. She could feel his fear and lust growing in sync. The emotions fueled her drive. She wanted him crying as he climaxed. Then, if he was lucky, he would die quickly. Depended on her mood as things progressed. As his shirt hung open, exposing his chest, sparsely covered with hair, he bit his lip. She raked her nails down his chest roughly, leaving jagged and deep tears in his skin. She decided to fuel the lust a little more by slipping the bust of her dress down and sliding into his lap. She grabbed the sides of his face with one hand and kissed him hard. Her fang pierced his tongue and she drank a bit of him down as he went between moans and whimpers.
She pressed her heel into his groin and laughed as he started to cry. Spiked stilettos were always a good fashion choice, for any occasion. After a few moments of grinding her heel into him, she quickly undid the zipper and button, yanking the fabric, along with his boxers, from him. She moved back to his lap, moving her legs to either side of him to straddle him. She drug her fangs over his neck roughly as she lowered herself down on his length. She tore at his throat, lapping up the warm crimson liquid as she moved her hips. She dug her nails into his back as she leaned backward, bringing him forward with her. She laughed as his tears of pain fell onto her bare breasts. She was doing nothing to dull the pain. She made sure he felt every scratch and tear at his skin.
Just as she felt his climax near, she moved from him and lowered to her knees. She grinned up at him and slid her mouth over his length, taking advantage of the fact that she didn’t need to breathe. As his release started, she pulled back. She didn’t need to ingest anything that wasn’t blood. She might be immortal, but she would still get violently ill from ingestion. She knew that from experience. She stroked him until he was spent. His tears had stopped, which was alright. She wasn’t finished with him yet. She grabbed his thigh, letting her nails pierce the still trembling muscle. Without giving him a moment to even think, she sunk her fangs deep into his thigh, drinking heavily. She grabbed him hard and pulled, moaning herself at the terror he felt. She could feel his heart racing. He knew he was going to die, but still boldly spoke. His voice was a little higher than it had been before. “How could you be in the sun if you’re a…” His words trailed off as the increased heart rate helped her drain him more quickly. When she felt his heart still, she pulled back and licked her lips. She wiped her chin and licked the finger clean. “Because I am immortal.” She laughed darkly and moved back to her seat. She was far from sated sexually, but she was completely satisfied in his demise.
She righted her dress and lowered the partition again. “Call ahead and tell them we need a problem disposed of.” She said, laughter ringing through her words.
After they arrived, she stepped from the car and went inside. She hadn’t been home in what seemed like forever. There were many reminders of Hunter around. Before she had a moment to miss him, her phone went off. She nearly dropped her bags when she realized it was him.
The texted for a few moments, having made plans for her to join him in Colorado. That boy was going to have some answering to do. She was playful yet mad that he hadn’t called or texted during his whole time away. She realized in those moments that her heart, though it did not beat, was for him.
Weeks went by with no word from him. She was started to get frustrated again. Her mind kept her occupied most of the time. She was sitting on the deck out back, her mind going over all she had learned for the millionth time. She didn’t even hear him approach…