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here’s my BB MC / OC !! Lucy West
basic info:
- full name: lucille “lucy” west. she/her. lesbian.
- (yes. this is my very thinly veiled insert of lucy westenra into the bb universe)
- bubbly, happy-go-lucky, talks super fast
- loves to share all the fun facts she’s gathered over the years
- dating kamilah (neither of them like labels)
AU where i throw the bloodkeeper thing out the window and ignore canon entirely:
- lucy and kamilah first met in the 1890s; when
- lucy realized she is a lesbian and confessed her love for her best friend, mina. mina didn’t take it well (that’s the 1890s for ya!), and lucy ran into the street crying. with tear filled eyes, she bumps into gaius.
- gaius is offended by the inconvenience, and kills lucy for the trouble.
- kamilah, having overheard lucy’s love confession (thanks vampire super-hearing!), takes pity on the girl and secretly turns her once gaius is distracted.
- out of fear gaius would find this act of disobedience, kamilah leaves lucy without guidance: only telling her to “get out of here, while you can.”
- lucy lives 130 (ish) years isolated from the vampire community (she doesn’t know a single thing about what she is or why); until
- adrian hires her, and she walks into the conference room, now face-to-face with the woman who saved her life all those years ago.
#choices#bloodbound mc#my art#kamilah x lucy#kamilah sayeed#bloodbound#kamilah x mc#mc x kamilah#art#choices bloodbound#choices mc#choices stories you play#choices fanart#playchoices#playchoices fanart#lucy west
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Time for me to check on the Kamilah stans, you all alive? 👀
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By Any Other Name
Book: Bloodbound
Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Lucy West)
Rating: Teen
Word count: 876
Summary: Do Kamilah and Carmilla have anything in common besides some consonants and vowels?
A/N: For @vampirkit. Happy Valentine's Day! I've loved your Lucy since I stumbled upon your post introducing her, so I was thrilled to see I was your secret admirer. I hope you like this little story starring Lucy and Kamilah.
(Please let me know if your sense of humor isn't as unhinged as mine, and I'll write you something sane instead 🤭)
@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesfebruary2024 (Eros) @choicesfandomappreciation @choicespride (prompt: wine)
By Any Other Name
Lucy’s wine glass rests forgotten on the coffee table. It’s an excellent vintage, one that Kamilah saved for a special occasion and has just uncorked for Lucy's birthday. But as it turns out, a wine older than the United States of America isn’t the biggest surprise of the evening. Granted, Lucy is used to being stunned speechless by Kamilah’s stories, but this one might take the birthday cake.
“You were the inspiration for Carmilla.”
“Yes.”
“Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu.”
“Mhmm.”
“Carmilla published in the 1870s.”
“Lucy. If you have a point, make it.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just… how did this happen? And why am I only hearing about it now?”
Kamilah sighs and takes a sip from her own glass, her eyes closing in pleasure for a moment. “One of the best wines I’ve had in decades. What were you saying?”
Good lord. Sometimes being with a woman who’s two thousand years old can be exasperating. Lucy may be 150 herself, but she has a healthy (human still, she admits) dose of impatience. Kamilah? Kamilah doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
“How did you end up inspiring Carmilla? I thought she was based on Elizabeth Báthory!”
“You would,” Kamilah says dryly. “History doesn’t often care about the truth.”
Lucy tilts Kamilah’s chin up with one finger. “I’m going to need the story, babe. The whole story.”
Kamilah rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch. She will never admit it, but they both know full well how much she loves it when Lucy calls her babe.
“I briefly traveled to Ireland in 1870. Gaius knew a man who knew a man who…”
“Knew a man?”
She gives Lucy a flat stare. “Are you telling the story, or am I?”
“Sorry. Continue.”
“Who knew a mortal fascinated by our kind.”
“Sheridan Le Fanu.”
“Yes. See, he was attacked by a vampire when he was a very young man...”
“So he was afraid of us?”
“Oh, no. The reckless fool accosted the poor woman with so many questions that she decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.”
“Is that a note of admiration I detect?”
“Absolutely not. I admire no mortal.”
Lucy is too eager to hear the rest of the story to argue. “Okay, okay, the story?”
Kamilah sighs, long-suffering, but she proceeds. “Sheridan invited me to stay at his home. Every evening before I left the house, we drank whiskey and he threw every question under the sun at me.”
Lucy can’t help it. She snickers. “Under the sun?”
“Quiet.” Undisturbed, Kamilah presses on. “He severely tried my patience, but he was still my host. I answered some of them.”
“Only some?”
“I had intercepted a letter meant for the editor of The Dark Blue. I knew he was planning to write about it, and I didn’t want every reader of that nonsensical serial to know every little detail about our kind.” She rolls her eyes again. “I shouldn’t have bothered. He still got it all wrong. No matter how many times I told him that vampires can’t shapeshift, he made Carmilla transform into a cat-like creature.”
“I wondered about that! I mean, a black cat? It seems a little on the nose.”
“Precisely.” Kamilah sips her wine, then shrugs. “At least he didn’t turn us into bats. He left that particular brand of nonsense to Stoker.”
“Okay, but why do you think you were the inspiration for Carmilla herself? She doesn’t look like you.”
“She wouldn’t. I’m not Vlad; Sheridan knew better than to immortalize me too clearly. I would’ve killed him, host or not.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t read the story until I returned to America. The similarities were too obvious to ignore, so I wrote him a letter demanding an explanation.”
“What did he say?”
“He denied that Carmilla was based on me.”
“But you didn’t believe him?”
“If he wanted to be so discreet, he shouldn’t have given her a name so like mine.”
“It does seem an awfully big coincidence if fictional Carmilla has no relation to real life Kamilah,” Lucy admits. “But look on the bright side! Thanks to him, countless young women have dreamed about you.”
Kamilah gives her a haughtily amused look. “Lucy, I don’t need his help to make women dream about me.” She trails a finger down Lucy’s cheek, all the way to her collarbone. “Do I?”
She swallows. Hard. “Can’t argue with that.”
“That aside, he nonetheless made me out to be some sort of… of… corrupter.” Obviously incensed, she pushes her hair back. “I've never in my life seduced anyone who didn’t want to be seduced.”
“Still,” Lucy says, as casually as possible. “I wouldn’t mind being corrupted by you.”
Kamilah smiles, cupping Lucy’s cheek tenderly. “My love, at this point, I’m not sure who’d be corrupting whom.”
She pushes Kamilah back and straddles her. The older vampire only lifts an elegant brow. “I believe you’ve made my point for me.”
Lucy grins, her lips hovering over Kamilah’s. “Oh babe, I’m about to do a lot more for you.”
She kisses her jaw, then her neck, before she moves lower. Kamilah may have all the cool stories, she decides, but Lucy has her own ways of making her speechless.
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With all that’s happening in my life, I’ve decided to escape and replay bloodbound and Kamilah reignited my passion for her and the series, to this day her and Mc are my favorite couple
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She looks so hot here but that is NOT Kamilah Sayeed😭
#god she looks so good tho#i think it’s mostly the hair that’s throwing me off#and face shape#but#she so mmm#Kamilah sayeed#Kamilah x mc#bloodbound#bb#choices bb#choices#choices: stories you play#pb#pixelberry#playchoices
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Our beloved OTP one year after the events of BB: Book 3 ❤️
#bloodbound#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#storyloom#the only scene that is canon ❤️#the only scene that is valid ❤️
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The feather touch
Book: Bloodbound
Pairings: Kamilah Sayeed and MC
Type: Fan art
Original post: Instagram for play.choicesgames
A/N: Thanks @lizzybeth1986 for suggesting the costumes.
Tags: @3pawandme @alj4890 @angelasscribbles @bascmve01 @bebepac @busywoman @dcbbw @choicesficwriterscreations @choicespride @harleybeaumont @iaminlovewithtrr @karahalloway @kingliam2019 @lizzybeth1986 @lovingchoices14 @nestledonthaveone @neotericthemis @mom2000aggie @phoenixrising0308 @princess-geek @sazanes @secretaryunpaid @sfb123 @sillydg @tessa-liam @tinkie1973 @txemrn @walkerdrakewalker @rubiwalker @703cowbarn @kyra75 @likealotus @kskvb20 @marietrinmimi @juan-francisco-palencia
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back to simping for one (1) vampire queen, Kamilah Sayeed
#not me back at it again with the bloodbound obsession but. IM SOBBING they deserved the peace SO much#and their marriage aughhhhhh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i would not mind a special book just to read that#ANYWAYS. KAMILAH SAYEED I LOVE YOUUUU#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc
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No matter what book is released, nothing will ever beat Bloodbound....
#playchoices#choices#pixelberry#choices stories you play#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#bloodbound#bloodbound 1#bloodbound 2#Bloodbound 3#bloodbound dark solstice#choices at its peak
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happy new year! 🥰
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"I picked these for you, something to cheer you up" / "You cheer me up"
Kamilah x Lucy doodle, bcz im rewatching merlin and this scene made me think of them
daisies (ish LMAO) for march ! @choicesmonthlychallenge @choicesficwriterscreations
#kamilah x lucy#kamilah sayeed#lucy west#kamilah x mc#bloodbound mc#bloodbound#choices#playchoices#choices march challenge#choices fic writers creations#choices fanart#my art
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friendly reminder the only reason choices is still on my phone is ✨Kamilah Sayeed✨
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Hello, may I reveal myself before Halloween 🎃 as your secret Trick-or-Treat partner for this @choicesfandomappreciation event 2023? It is I, and I came here to drop you your treat. I really hope you like it. I'm not a great artist like you.
Leonore got slightly up on her tiptoes and threw her arms around Kamilah's neck. Her lips easily found hers in a crashing kiss. Kamilah growled against her and she pulled away breathless.
"What's the matter, my Queen?"
"Nothing, dear. How about we continue this in our bedroom and not here in the kitchen?", she raised an eyebrow while preparing breakfeast for Leonore and herself.
"Hmmm, maybe later. I'm hungry."
"But I want now.", Kamilah ordered, lifted her up and Leonore wrapped her legs around her waist. Kamilah nibbled on her lower lip.
After an intiminate and hot moment between them, they broke apart, taking their seats in the dining room for breakfeast. Kamilah impressed Leonore by serving yummy, heatshaped pancakes with Canadian maple syrup. Each bite of it felt like heaven.
"Mmmmh, I love you."
"Are you talking to me or to your food, Leo?"
"Definitly to you, darling. You made these tasty pancakes for me. I love you."
"Love you too", she answered and planted a sweet kiss on her nose.
"Oh hey, you think you could shape the pancakes like a pumpkin?", she asked which confused Kamilah.
"Why, dear?"
"Don't know what's coming up soon? Did you forgot? It's Halloween time!!! And we still have to decide which costumes to wear."
"Hmm... I'm not much into Halloween and dressing up, but for you I could. Have you thought about anything already, sweety? A theme or anything.", Kamilah raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I did. My vampire queen.", Leonore smirked, opened her mouth and then two fangs appeared while her eyes turned into a red color.
"We'll go as vampires, Leo? Hmm, why not? I like that idea. Can't be that hard.", she winked.
"Oh no, we won't go as ordinary vampires. We'll go as a hot vampire couple, my Queen.", Leonore corrected her and planted a quick kiss on Kamilah her cheek.
Kamilah Sayeed
You can tag all your Kamilah stans friends if you'd like. I don't know many
AHHHHH omg the fact that you were just here and now you tell me you're my trick or treat partner!!! This is the sweetest thing ever 🥺 And you even picked two of my options!! 😭😭 i loved all of it!! And Leo???? That's adorable �� I loved how you got a nickname for my mc!! THE MOODBOARD!! Gorgeous! I have a playlist on Spotify for kamilah and mc and the cover is literally the last picture you used, the neck and claws!!
This couldn't have been any better! It's so adorable, YOU are adorable!! Thank you for this and for the previous message! I am really lucky to have gotten you as my partner!
I hope you have the best Halloween 🧡🖤
#choicestrickortreat#bb kamilah#choices kamilah#kamilah sayeed#kamilah x mc#bloodbound kamilah#blades of light and shadow#mc x Tyril#choices pixelberry#kamilah sayeed fanfic
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Casualties
Author's note: This is the second instalment of the Consequences series; I apologise for the lateness. Unfortunately, I have been ill recently and it just seems to be getting worse.
Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amy)
TW: brief use of language
Tagging: @itsjustwinter, @velvet1753, @spreeland, @the-fanart-girl, @rosesstuff and @desiree-pow-35-1986
Amy sits at the bar, scanning the room for any sign of a patron or two that she is able to recognise, but her search comes up empty. Behind her, the pounding of footsteps echo throughout the room, a chorus of laughter emanating from the dancefloor as a group of young men and women converse, their voices fighting to be heard over the deafening beat of the music.
She turns away with a quiet sigh, the blinding glare of the spotlights reflecting off the back of her crimson dress. She adjusts her perch on the stool, her heels scarcely reaching the metal ledge; she stills herself, the palms of her hands resting on her temples, her fingers entangled in her hair as she sniffles, reaching for her glass before bringing the rim up to her lips, an almost unbearable tightness developing in her throat as an all-too-familiar love song starts to play; a lovesick melody that spurs memories of a time that she longs to forget.
“You look like you could use another.”
She glances to her left, where a young man resides. He greets her with a sultry smile, his oceanic eyes catching with the light as he moves to sit down beside her, running a confident hand through his golden curls.
“What’s your poison?”
“I’m good,” she carefully lifts her glass in gesture, plastering on a feigned smile, “This one is more than enough.”
“Is that what you said the first four times?”
He tilts his head towards the wooden countertop beside her, where a collection of empty glasses reside, each varying in size.
“Rough night?”
She swirls her glass, her focus remaining on the ice as it clinks against the crystal.
“Something like that,” she murmurs.
He quirks a brow, “trouble in paradise?”
“What?”
He holds up his hands in mock surrender, “just trying to diffuse the tension.”
She sighs defeatedly, shaking her head, her eyes downcast.
“Sorry,” she mumbles, “I’m not exactly in a jokey mood.”
He smirks, “I’ve been told that I am a remarkably good listener.”
“I’d rather not,” she pauses hesitantly, her voice faltering slightly, “it’s…personal.”
“Let me guess..." he leans back in his chair, studying her stoic demeanour, “relationship problems.”
She looks up at him, her mouth slightly agape in surprise at his boldness.
“Wow,” she takes a lengthy sip of her drink, “you don’t quit while you’re ahead, huh?”
“Just trying to figure out what a gorgeous, young woman like yourself is doing all alone on a Friday night in a place like this.”
“It beats sitting at home doing nothing,” she stops herself, “though I could murder a tub of cookie dough ice cream right now.”
“What did he do? The guy.”
“He…was unfaithful.”
He winces, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I just thought that…he was the one, you know? I thought that I…” she trails off, “n-nevermind.”
He leans forward, resting his chin on his palm.
“Don’t stop on my account,” a slow smile builds on his features, “like I said, I’m a good listener.”
She thinks for a moment, uncertain as to whether she should continue, her trembling fingertips clasping onto the hem of her dress.
“That I… meant something to him…that…that he loved me.”
“Love is,” he appears lost in thought, a far-off look to his eyes, “it’s complicated.”
“It doesn’t exactly matter now,” she glances over her shoulder, her eyes befalling two bystanders, their arms locked around one another in a lovers embrace; she smiles sadly, enamoured by the sight, “it’s not like he actually loved me.”
“You clearly loved him.”
She clears her throat, shifting in her seat, “that was my mistake.”
“I don’t think it was.”
“You think that a tale of unrequited love wasn’t a waste of my time?”
“You don’t know how he felt,” he rests a supportive hand on her arm, squeezing slightly, “you shouldn’t assume that he doesn’t love you based on one silly mistake.”
“I wouldn’t call sleeping with another woman a ‘silly’ mistake.”
He smirks, proudly leaning back in his chair. She rolls her eyes.
“Did I say something funny?”
“Not at all,” he chuckles softly, running a graceful fingertip across the rim of her glass, “but you did just reveal all to a complete stranger.”
She turns her attention back to the bar, politely removing her drink from his grasp.
“Better to tell people that aren’t acquainted with the situation, I guess.”
“Maybe,” he tips his head in acknowledgement, “it’s less bias that way. I can see the appeal.”
“Well, now you know,” she collects her clutch from beside her, “you’ve got your story now.”
“That I do,” he looks over at the bartender, watching him in wonder as he begins to craft another mixer, “can I buy you a drink now?”
“I-I’m not-“
He cuts her off, holding up his hand in an attempt to silence her, completely ignoring her last retort as he leans over the bar to converse with a member of staff.
“A vodka and coke for me and another raspberry spritz for this one.”
The bartender nods, turning away as he begins to prepare the order. As the guy makes himself comfortable, Amy lifts herself upright, her arms instinctively wrapping themselves around her midsection. They sit in comfortable silence until the drinks arrive, Amy’s gaze remaining fixated on the bar in front of her.
“You know,” he clinks their glasses together, “I never got your name.”
“You don’t need it,” she replies curtly, “It’s not like you’re ever going to see me again.”
“Well, it would be nice to know the name of the one that graced me with her delightful company.”
“Again,” she clarifies, “you don’t need it.”
“Harsh,” he feigns offence, “I thought we were starting to get along.”
“The last thing I intended to do was offend you,” she pauses, removing the mint leaves from her liquor, “I just…don’t have any intention of returning. It’s not a regular haunt of mine.”
“Let me guess,” he steeples his fingers together, “you’re more of a library and museum girl.”
“There’s nothing wrong with either of them.”
“A bit too boring for my tastes.”
She goes to speak, but is caught off-guard, her eyes widening in horror as she feels his warm hand press against her lower back, the other snaking around to clasp at the material around her waist. She grits her teeth.
“Would you mind removing your hand?”
“Why?” He pouts, cocking his head in befuddlement, “I thought that you wanted a distraction.”
“I’m not interested, dude.”
“I don’t think you mean that.”
“I said no.”
She spins her stool, her entire body facing the opposite direction before sliding off the seat, hoping for a clean break from the situation that has just presented itself, but he moves quickly, placing himself in front of her.
“Let’s get out of here, hey? Let me worship you like that bastard should’ve done in the first place.”
Her brows raise coyly, “oh?”
He grins flirtatiously, his smile growing ever wider as she leans towards him, waiting for him to return the gesture; he reciprocates almost immediately, closing his eyes in anticipation for a kiss…
…just to be met by a manicured finger to the lips.
“I think I’ll pass, thanks,” she manoeuvres to the side, using his startled state as her chance to make her escape, “I’m past entertaining douchebags.”
With a flick of her hair, she saunters outside, grabbing ahold of her jacket as she ventures through the rowdy crowd of partygoers. She makes quick work of the trek towards Central Park, the sun-dappled leaves casting shadows on the pavement below as the streetlights illuminate their silhouettes. She continues on, silent tears now seeping into her skin as she starts to cry, her breath a quiet tremble. Her eyes travel along the path, her gaze quickly befalling a set of animal tracks disappearing into the undergrowth. She exhales sharply, the occasional drop of rain entangling itself in her hair, the crunch of crisp leaves underneath her feet.
Only after a moment does her phone ring. Confused by the sudden interruption, she retrieves the device, checking the caller ID before answering.
“M-mom?”
There is a brief pause on the other line before her mother speaks, a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Hello, darling.”
“Is…is everything okay?” Amy sniffles, wiping at the tears that have started to stain her cheeks with the back of her hand, “I…I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”
She receives no answer, at least not at first.
And then…a quiet sob, no louder than a whisper, sounds through the speaker.
“I’m s-sorry, sweetie,” she attempts to collect her thoughts, but it is to no avail, “your grandmother, she…she passed away earlier this morning.”
For a moment, it is as if the world stands still, Amy’s thoughts suddenly clouding over, as if she has forgotten the pain that she felt moments before. She instinctively reaches upwards, a trembling hand resting on her chest as her breath hitches in her throat.
“Sh-she…”
“I’m so sorry, Amy.”
“N-no…”
Amy stumbles slightly, her hand clasping onto the bark of a nearby oak in an attempt to ground herself. She tries in vain to regain her breath, but it isn’t long before she starts to cry, her palm cupping her mouth to muffle the sound.
“Amy? Are-are you there?”
She gasps, her voice cracked and quiet.
“C-can I call you t-tomorrow? I-I need…”
“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll speak to you tomorrow, okay?”
“…yeah.”
She ends the call with a trembling hand, her arm immediately dropping to her side, as if every ounce of energy that she had left has now dissipated into smoke. She rests her head against the trunk, her eyes beginning to flutter closed as her body gives way, the roughness of the bark merely aiding her body in its slow descent to the floor. Once on the ground, she gathers her knees to her chest, her face burying itself in mourning.
An hour passes by, and Amy is frozen in place, her sobs now barely audible to the ear, her heart having grown tired of its grief. It is then that a supportive hand touches her shoulder, startling her. She looks up at the figure before her, her brows creasing in confusion as her eyes befall a familiar face looking down at her, regarding her with concern.
“K-Kamilah?”
Kamilah smiles sadly, offering Amy her hand. She takes it gently, allowing the vampire to help her to her feet. As she stands, she begins to stumble, a firm grasp on her arm the only thing keeping her upright. Kamilah quirks a brow.
“You’ve been drinking.”
“No…” she replies with a hint of sarcasm, “w-what makes you s-say that?”
“How much alcohol have you consumed?”
“Not enough,” she sighs, rocking on her heels, a long, jagged piece of bark digging into her palm as she leans back against the tree, “I…I d-don’t feel n-numb yet.”
Kamilah frowns, “you shouldn’t be on your own like this.”
Amy shrugs, “I’ve got this f-far. What are you doing here a-anyway?”
“I’ve been looking for you,” she folds her arms across her chest, “Adrian is beside himself with worry.”
“Adrian doesn’t c-care,” she sniffles, looking down at her feet, “h-he only pretended to.”
“You know as well as I that he would bask in the light of a thousand suns if it meant granting you even a minute of happiness.”
Amy frowns, shouldering her bag.
“It-it doesn’t m-matter now, anyway.”
Kamilah’s expression softens, “it may not matter to you, but it matters to him.”
“I guess you’re here to scold me, huh?”
“Not at all.”
“Then why have you been searching for me?”
“Because…” she trails off, her head tilting slightly at Amy’s inquisitiveness, “you’re more curious as a drunk. I don’t quite know whether to admire it or discourage it.”
When she receives no response, Kamilah sighs, turning to glance back at her trodden path.
“This whole Lena thing…it…it doesn’t sit right with me.”
Amy sniffles once more, shielding her face momentarily from view.
“Adrian’s made his b-bed. Now he needs to lie in it.”
“And you think he’s capable of what she claims? What he told you?”
“He told me…” she shakes her head, “it’s done now. We can’t change the past.”
“So you really think he’d drink himself silly and bed another when he’s head over heels for you?”
“People have done worse.”
“Yes, well…” Kamilah reaches towards her, interlacing her arm with Amy’s, “this whole situation makes me feel ill and I am determined to find out why.”
“Why bother?” Amy missteps, bumping into Kamilah as the vampire guides her back towards civilisation, “it’s not your relationship.”
“You make Adrian happy; the happiest that he has been for over a century. If he’s miserable, then I’m miserable.”
“You make it sound as if you’re tied at the hip.”
Kamilah smiles softly, “you could say that.”
The pair walk on, a gentle rain starting to coat their skin. Amy sniffles, looking up at the stars with a tearful smile.
“Do you believe in Heaven?”
Kamilah’s brows furrow, “that’s a rather philosophical question.”
“Sorry,” she looks downward, biting her lip, “but…do you?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe,” she counters, “the only belief that should matter to you is your own.”
She falls quiet; Kamilah watches on, her expression growing wary.
“Has something happened, Amy?”
“My…my grandmother died this morning.”
“Oh,” Kamilah’s face falls for a moment, her tone sympathetic, “I…I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I…I want to believe in heaven. I-I want to believe that someday we’ll…we’ll see each other again, but…” she meets Kamilah’s gaze, “does that sound stupid?”
“Were you close to her?”
Amy nods.
“I can’t really speak on the whole heaven thing,” she leads Amy across the bridge, twigs snapping underneath her heels as they venture towards the edge of the park, “when I was a mortal, I believed in a lot of things – gods, the afterlife…”
She stops abruptly, resting a comforting hand on Amy’s shoulder.
“But I do know that those that we love never really leave us. They may no longer be around in the physical sense, but we feel their presence. They’re in the stories that we tell, the jokes that we share, the choices we make…” she trails off, but quickly recovers, “your grandmother may be gone, but she will never be forgotten.”
“I…th-thank you.”
Kamilah nods; they share a comfortable silence, neither of them uttering a single word to one another. It is only when they reach the exit that Amy stops, the sound of car horns and the aroma of wet grass quickly infiltrating her senses.
“A-are we going back to my apartment?”
“No.”
They turn left, heading towards the chaos of city life and in the direction of a place that Amy knows all-too well.
Raines Corp.
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