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Salut. Je m’appelle Aurelie… I should probably speak in English, huh? Anyways, I just said ‘Hey my name’s Aurelie.’ Now I’ll add, everyone calls me Allie except for my husband, Fitzwilliam (aka: Will), when he’s upset.
So, Will and I live in Seattle, WA, but it’s barely inside the city line, just there’s no city for a few miles. Dense forest surrounds our beautiful mansion except for our narrow, dirt driveway that leads into the city.
It feels good being able to go out in daylight almost every day except for the few rare sunny days of which there are only a handful every year.
I guess you’re probably wondering why Fitzwilliam and I can’t go out in the sun, right? Well, the answer is quite simple: we are vampires. But not the mythical ones like Dracula who burn in sunlight or are killed by holy water and wooden stakes. We are different, and yet somewhat the same.
Like, we have retractable “fangs” that we use to drain the blood from our prey. I know that sounds animalistic, and if you were discussing any other vampires, you would be correct. But a major difference between us and the rest of our kind is that we refuse human blood. I’ll eventually explain how this is possible.
Will and I live, walk, and talk like humans. We like being as normal as we can. The reason we can’t go out in sunlight is that if a human saw us, they would know we were inhuman. Our skin turns translucent and dark purple shadows appear under our eyes and of course our fangs are visible. Basically we look like vampires to humans. To each other, we look completely normal.
Something humans are always curious about is if vampires really are immortal. The answer –of course- is yes. I am 416 years old, though I only look about 16 and Will is 894 and he looks about 18. We met at a ball that my father –the King of France at the time- held for my 16th birthday. That was one of the best days of my life, though I really didn’t think it at the time.
At first I was like “Yay! Big Birthday party!” but when I actually went to the thing, I realized my father had only done the ball to find a man for me. I’m sure he regretted it later. (I’ll explain momentarily.)
When I first saw Will I was… intrigued. He’s handsome with longish black hair, a pale complexion, and heart-melting, chocolate brown eyes. I could tell he was older than me and that he had money considering his black robes had silver embroidery adorned on them. His hair rested on his shoulders and his skin seemed to glow in the firelight. But the thing that I really noticed was his height. God, get your mind out of the gutter. He was one of the tallest people there and I felt even shorter in comparison to him, me being only 5’7” and he being 6’3”.
He caught me looking at him and began walking over to me, grabbing two glasses of wine, even though I had looked away as I had to all the other gentlemen in the room.
“Bon anniversaire,” he said, handing me one of the glasses in his hands, “I noticed your drink needed refreshing milady.”
I smiled fakely. “Merci,” I said, taking a sip of the blood red liquid. I looked away, waiting for him to leave. He didn’t.
“I’m Fitzwilliam Knight,” he said, “Duke of England. But you can call me Will.”
I smirked. He was persistent… and handsome. I looked back at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Will.” I said, “I’m Aurelie, though you can call me Allie.”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said, then taking a large gulp of his wine before asking, “Would you like to dance?”
I rolled my eyes. He was the hundredth guy to ask me that, but somehow it was different. I actually wanted to dance with him. I chugged the rest of my wine. “Why not?”
I held out my hand. He took it and I got up. He turned it over and kissed my palm softly. No one had ever done that to me before, but I unquestionably wanted it to happen again.
His face was closer than I expected, and his breath sent shivers down my spine. I wanted so many things in that moment. I wanted to touch… Now I need to get my mind out of the gutter. Sorry.
He pulled his face away and placed his free hand around my waist, not waiting for a bow. I placed my hand on his shoulder then we were off, flying across the dance floor.
He’s an amazing dancer; I simply followed his lead, trying not to trip over my own feet, or faint from forgetting to breathe.
We didn’t just dance that night, we drank. A lot. Hey, it was my birthday so I had every right to get wasted that night. Will was just… a tag along. A very, very hot tag along.
I’m not quite sure when drinking and dancing became drinking and kissing or how we got to my room or anything else that may or may not have happened that night. Apparently, neither did Will. We both just remember waking up, naked on my bed in my bedroom.
Oh, and that I was a vampire. Yeah, apparently vampirism is a ******** STD. Pardon my French.
At first, I wasn’t sure what had happened, except that I wasn’t cold even though it was December and all I had on was a sheet. Then I felt the blood lust, sensing the other people in the house, the blood rushing through their veins. When I began thinking about it, the fangs I had received the night before retracted. Of course I began freaking out, grabbing my clothes from the floor and covering my self with them. Will got up, putting on his undergarment.
“Allie, I’m so sorry,” he said, holding my shoulder to keep me still. I shrugged him away, my head throbbing from the alcohol intake the night before. I absolutely hated myself. Not him. Me.
“I didn’t know this would happen,” he continued, “I don’t know how to fix this.” The last thing he said more to himself than to me.
I sighed and dropped my clothes turning to him. “I don’t think we can fix this. I think we’re stuck together.”
He looked at me quizzically. A second ago I had been freaking out and now I was suddenly calm. The difference was, a second ago I hadn’t had a vision.
I’m going to pause here to explain this. Another thing that differs one vampire from another is their abilities. We all have our own specialty. Mine was my uncanny ability to predict the future.
At first I was confused by what I had seen, then the reality hit me and I knew I was stuck with Will for a while whether I liked it or not.
“Apparently, either I’m insane or extremely weird because I just saw myself with you and a small child that looks exactly like the both of us.” I said, “I think me becoming a…. a va-vampire wasn’t the only thing that happened last night.”
So that is the unfortunate sounding story of how Will and I got together. We ran away, got married, and had a son. Pretty normal, right? Wrong.
Pierre Jonathon Knight was born completely human though Will and I were completely un-human. He grew up knowing what we were since he was about 10. He kept the secret until the day he died 67 years later. He had a good long life that Will and I were able to be part of. He was extremely sweet and kind. He got married at quite a young age, only 17, and had his first child only a year later. He truly lived life to it’s fullest. He lived enough for both Will and I and we couldn’t have been more proud of him for it.
I really do think that Pierre being the way he was, brought Will and I so much closer. You see up until Pierre was 30, Will and I had just been together because we had to, but something changed.
We had a party for Pierre for his birthday. It was okay. The same as most of the other parties that we had had. (That doesn’t sound right… but it is.)
It got late enough so that they needed to leave. I showed them out then turned back to Will. He was sitting in his chair in the sitting room. He had a pained look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting on the arm beside him.
“Allie,” he said, “We’ve been married for almost 31 years.”
I smiled. “I know,” I said. “Very few mortals have ever achieved that. It’s special.” I hugged his neck.
“No,” he said, getting up, “We’ve been married for over 30 years and never once have we said the we love one another! We’re only together because of a stupid one-night stand that is looking more and more like a mistake!
“So, what? We’re just going to drift apart when Pierre dies? That’s not what I want!”
He was pacing angrily across the room. I looked away, tears filling my eyes. He was only speaking what I was feeling but somehow it hurt more when he said it.
“What do you want?” I almost whispered. He stopped pacing and looked at me. No longer looking angry but more like in pain. Just like I was in pain.
“I want…” he said, “I want you. I want you to love me. Not for Pierre not only for me but also for you. I stole your life and you deserve to have what every other person can have. Love. Not just love from Pierre or Lucy or Elisabeth or Michael. Not that kind of love -the kind of love that people die for. You deserve it. You’re a better person than you give yourself credit for and you deserve to have someone in your life that you are willing to die for and spend eternity with.
“If that person isn’t me, then leave. Don’t spare my feelings: leave. You deserve someone better anyways. But I can’t stand to wait any longer. I need you to choose.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. My heart thudded wildly in my chest. I knew what I wanted to say, but my mouth wouldn’t speak the words. So, I decided actions spoke louder than words.
I got up and walked over to Will and… pulled him to me and kissed him passionately.
His happiness seemed to emanate into the air and I breathed it in. I was ecstatic and I’m sure he could tell in my overly anxious kiss. He broke away softly, but romantically. He still held me close to him, one hand around my waist, the other stroking my cheek.
“Hey,” I said, ignoring the tears on my face, “You know that I love you, right?”
After I said that, I wasn’t the only one with tears on my face. He smiled gloriously, making me smile in return and make my heart do back flips.
“I do now,” he said, then kissed me softly and sweetly, “Oh, by the way, je vous amie aussi.”
French-English translation: I love you too.
One thing led to another. No, no, no. I’m not gonna use that line. God, don’t you hate it when authors use that? It’s like “Just say what freaking happened! Gur!” So… huh. It’s kinda X rated so… I guess all I can really say is that Will and I… Yeah… It was amazing.
So the point is to explain that Will and I love each other. The kind of love that very few people ever come across. It just makes me wonder that everything that happened to us, happened to bring us together.
Also that dialogue explains another change that came into our lives 4 months later. Emilie Jaene Knight was born immortal and 5 months earlier than I wanted. The pregnancy was extremely difficult and tiring. But she’s here and I’m glad she is. She is absolutely gorgeous with auburn brown hair and hazel eyes. She grew up a lot faster than a human -7x faster to be exact. But she stopped growing at about 4 at the appearance of 28. She lived with us until Pierre died. She moved to France (Will and I lived in England) and found someone who she’s still with. Gabriel Alexander. He’s a sweet guy and was willingly turned to a vampire. I don’t like thinking about that so lets move on.
Will and I have lived in several different places throughout the world. It started in 1742 when we moved to the Americas. We started off in Maine. It was the least attached out of the colonies and it was also very deserted. We built a beautiful home in what is now known as Bath. Surprisingly, it’s still there after all these years.
We moved to Massachusetts at the start of the Revolutionary War. At first, we both sided with England, but it didn’t take long until we realized how wrong England was in doing this, and Will joined the American army while I moved in with a congressman’s wife and her seven children.
It was awful, not knowing what was happening and how Will was. The only thing that kept me sane was his constant letters and messages.
Once the revolution was over in 1782, Will and I moved back to Maine. The harsh winters were the only thing that we didn’t like about it there. But I guess if the winters were not so bad, spring wouldn’t be quite so celebrated. It just all depends on how you look at it.
In 1819, Will and I moved back to England. It’s not because we got tired of America it’s just that we missed home and Emilie.
We moved throughout Europe after that right up until 1993 when we moved back to America -back to Maine. We were there for a while, completely away from human contact way up north in the woods; but our longing to be normal and civilized led us here to Seattle this year.
That brings us to the beginning of our story when we first moved to Seattle only a few months ago and how by doing so, changed the course of the universe… that sounds really corny but it’s so true. If we had stayed in Maine, everything would be as it has been for the past 6 centuries. But I guess change happens anyways.
Before I begin explaining that, I have some other stuff to explain. Like, how Will and I can go without human blood. We… well we drink each other’s blood. It doesn’t hurt us; in fact it does the opposite. For some reason it releases the same endorphins released during sex. So yeah it doesn’t hurt us at all.
After one “feeding” (that sounds so wrong) we can go for at least a month without feeding again.
Changing the subject, let’s actually begin the book’s story line. It all started 5 months ago…
Will parked the Mustang in the garage of our mansion. It was our first day in Seattle and we already loved it. He got out, then with in-human speed “walked” over to my door and opened it for me. I got out and looked around. It was raining (duh) and dark though it was only about 3 in the afternoon.
Will slipped his arm around my waist after shutting my door. He led me up the front steps of our house. It was breathtakingly beautiful (the house, for you easily distracted people). It was white with navy shutters and gray trim. The door was also gray. I could tell Will was already planning when he would repaint. I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh as he led me inside.
The inside was completely opposite of the outside. Everything was black, blood red and deep purple, reflecting much of our style.
You see Will and I had gotten into the gothic thing about 2 years ago so we liked Tripp pants, the Nightmare Before Christmas is our favorite movie, eyeliner is our drug, and the funny thing is when we’re out in public we look like what we are while we don’t at the same time. That’s what intrigued us into the style. How we looked like vampires to humans and how we really were. And somehow it was almost normal too.
Will led me up the stairs, passing the den on the way. The staircase was already lined up with photos of us, Emilie and Gabe, and Pierre and Elisabeth.
We reached the second floor, but Will didn’t pause to show it to me. He kept going up the stairs. I followed, confused but intrigued. At the third floor he lead me down the hallway toward a dark purple door and opened it; the master suite. It was absolutely lovely, the theme much like the rest of the house, but cozier with more lace and silk.
There was a stone fireplace at the opposite wall of a huge bed that was draped in black, red and purple silk. The rug was also black and so was the furnisher.
Will let go of me and plopped down on the bed. He looked gorgeous, I had to admit. I leaned against the doorway, smiling. He looked like a Hot Topic model (a very delicious Hot Topic model).
He smiled back, then turned and leaned one elbow, looking over at me. He wore a black button-up with a gray t-shirt underneath, faded black jeans, and combat boots. His hair fell across the left side of his face revealing his lip ring on the right side of his lip.
“Well, am I just going to sit here by myself?” he asked. I smirked.
“I’m avoiding temptation if you must know,” I said still standing at the door. Then suddenly he was behind me kissing my neck.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” he asked seductively.
I turned and placed my hand on his chest pushing away from him. He followed me until I backed up into the wall. He placed both of his hands on either side of my head.
“This could be considered sexual harassment,” I said, breathing hard (which of course was contradicting my statement).
This time he smirked. “Really?” he said moving closer almost kissing me.
I breathed deeply, his scent of sweet raspberries and chocolate not helping me concentrate. I sighed.
“Can we please discuss important business first before we try out the new bed…?” I asked.
His smile faltered a bit and he moved away. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I walked over and sat beside him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I could tell he was just being sweet not… yeah…
“Well, I have some good news,” he said, “Seattle Grace Hospital has accepted us to be candy stripers on the weekends and Seattle High has registered us without having met a parent and are okay with not meeting one ever because of me being 18 and us living together.”
“That’s… good,” I said hesitantly, “but how did you convince them to do this?”
He grimaced. He had been hoping I wouldn’t ask this question. “Well…”
“Will!” I got up, crossed my arms and began leaving the room. He got up and grabbed my arm.
“Allie, you’re over-reacting,” he said, “You know this was important and necessary and it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t.”
I frowned and turned back to him, arms still crossed. He was probably right but it didn’t seem it at all.
I guess you probably want an explanation now, right? Well, you already know that I can see the future, but Fitzwilliam can control the thoughts and feelings of humans. Like he could convince a Guidance counselor that she doesn’t need to ask questions about a 16 year old’s past and just let her enroll. He doesn’t use his ability often, but he does use it to know the thoughts and feelings of others.
At first, when he told me what he could do, I was afraid he had used it to make me fall in love with him. Then he told me that it doesn’t work on us immortals. He can only control humans.
I sighed in defeat, sitting back down on the bed. He did the same and held me again. “I know,” I said, “I just like the feeling of being normal every once and a while.”
He kissed my forehead. “I know,” he said, “but we’re not normal. If we had stayed human, we would have been royalty and I would have been a king and you may have been a queen. We never were normal.”
He had a point, but accepting it just didn’t seem like an option. I mean I like standing out and expressing my own opinions but those are done in the human world -the normal world.
“You know what I mean,” I said, “but I do understand what you’re getting at and I’m sorry for criticizing you about doing what you did to get me into school. It wasn’t my place to judge.”
He squeezed me gently. “It’s okay,” he said, “I’m used to your over-reactions.”
I smiled and punched his leg. “You’re such a b*****d.”
All right so this explains a few things, like what Will can do and how I’m going to high school; but I’m missing a few things. Like maybe why we’re going to school.
There’s not really much of an explanation for that except that we had to. I had a vision that we had to go to the school in Seattle in order for something to happen. Something good. Of course now I know what, but even if I did know then, I think I still would have done it.
We went through the last few weeks of summer getting used to everything and everyone. It was nice pretending to be normal. I liked it. But I think I like it better now, after the change of the world… the explanation to that will come in time.
We got all of our school supplies at Hot Topic. Will also invested in a Ford Focus for us to drive to school instead of the Mustang or the Vanquish. Those cars would not have fit in so well and if they had, we’d be classified as snobs… which we abhor.
I will admit I was nervous, as he parked the car in the back of the parking lot. It would be one of the first days without him in a long time. You see the only class Will and I had together was chorus and he would have to sit with his own part –tenor- and I would have to sit with mine –soprano. I would have to go 8 hours without him. I knew that he would do fine, having been without me for all those years before, but I had only only been without him during my childhood. It would be hard and I was afraid.
He squeezed my hand gently, knowing my emotion by my face. “Je vous amie,” he said softly, taking my hand to his lips and kissing my palm. He knew that speaking French helped me become calm. Of course his kiss made my heart flutter, but that was okay, for some reason that also calmed me.
“Je vous amie aussi,” I said. Reminder: I love you too.

The first chapter will be written by Will. His point of view hurts a lot but I think he deserves to say what he wants to say. He also writes completely different than I do and remembers things better, so maybe his version will be better, but that’s up for you to decide.

I bid you all a very fond farewell until we meet again with chapter 2. Enjoy.