Serpent Twins: The Fall

The bad Love

Nicholas’s POV:

I was watching at her sleeping soundly in her cartoon-print pajama, with puffy eyes. I came up in conclusion that it wasn’t because she saw my brother at hospital that caused him interested, but her beauty and alluring scent. All vampires are beautiful, because our ancestors strictly selected the turning ones and our blood enhanced it. But this human is as beautiful as most beautiful vampire, only so fuckingshort with a killer body.

I killed her ex-boyfriend because of her thoughts kept bothering me while I was impatiently waiting for her to get out. She would probably get back together with him if he was kept alive. I wanted to laugh, recalling the moment when I let him to see my face before I put my hand on his nose and mouth. His last thought was wondering why Kimberly’s new man tried to kill him. Pathetic weak human, he couldn’t even struggle much. I already called Peter to hack all security cameras soon after I entered the building and I have compelled all humans who saw me. His death would be a mystery for all, I smirked looking to her chest going up and down softly, uncontrollably stirring my c**k.

I went closer to her face, seeing tears stained all over her face and pillow. Suddenly I felt a hint of guilt, as if her current state was breaking my heart. As if I have a heart to break, I sneered at my previous feeling, realizing this is all simply a lust. She slowly moved her two hands, stretching them above her head when I silently climbed up to her bed. Her blanket was falling below her stomach.

Fuckingbeautiful even in such an ugly pajama.

I used my power to control her body to stay put and shut. I was reading her mind, she was dreaming about being chased by an entity and it turned out to be my brother. Her heartbeat increased when my bother grabbed her by the butt and lifted her on his stomach, with her legs straddling his waist, and they kissed to each other like longing lovers. She described her dream in detail, as if I could see it myself. I couldn’t hold my desire anymore as her heartbeat went wild and her short breath was even becoming seductive fire to my lust. So, I climbed on her and bit her neck, tasting her sweet blood. I immediately stopped, feeling her innocence. f**k, she really meant it when she said sexless life. But instead of being afraid, she asked for a kiss.

Fuck it.

I kissed her, with my hands on her full breasts, massaging them gently. I lifted her up with one hand on her nape and another rubbing her round firm butt, using my legs to pull out the blanket and opened her thighs so I could press my crotch between her legs. For f**k’s sake, she is so tiny yet her body is perfect. She was moaning with joy, calling my brother’s name.

Lucky son of a b***h.

I left her mouth, trailing down to her chin and neck with my lips, licking wound I made to heal the biting marks. Then further down to fuckher clavicle. She went crazy, imagined pulling out my hairs and stroking my hard c**k with hers. Well, it wasn’t me who she was expecting, but literally me who was on top of her. I kept trailing down and finally sucked her already hard pinkish n*****s alternately.

Take me Alexander, please.

I hissed and put her down back, feeling angry and hunger. I looked at her down, she was crying in confusion. She didn’t know that her tears are real, rolling down onto her pillow. Her hair was messy as well as her pajama top, with her round breasts on my display. She was flustered in red from face until breasts. Her increased blood flow and breathing teased my ears, her body temperature aroused my sense of touch even more. I felt frustration, my heart was aching as well as my c**k, so I quickly pulled her pajama shorts down along with her panties at once.

I spread her legs wide as I was crawling down between her opened legs, seeing her most intimate hairs weren’t shaved but trimmed short and neat. I put my hand behind her hip to lift it up closer to my face, and another to caress her warm damp c**t. I inhaled her intoxicating scent and gently sucked it, I could hear she was screaming out in joy, struggling to awake and move. I kept sucking and rubbing, until she felt about to c*m. I smirked knowing apparently it wasn’t for her very first time, but about to be the best one ever. I stopped to intently torture her a bit, and push index and middle finger slowly into her wet entrance, just before her hymen. I almost laughed when she thought it was big enough for her as making her a bit overwhelmed.

Damned virgin human, just wait until you get mine inside.

Her moans turned into whimpers, calling for my brother. My anger started to swell again, but I was back giving her my tongue, sucking and licking her swelling c**t rougher, with two fingers stroking shallow in and out of her p***y. I don’t want to deflower her with my finger. Suddenly her wall contracted forcefully and rhythmically for few seconds. Her pleasure groan roared loudly in my head. I could feel her heavy sweating, goose bumps, and feet muscle contractions. I was sucking all of her delicious juice when suddenly feeling my own most intense goose bumps happening and I even felt a pre-c*m leaking out from my tip, so I dropped her off and ran as fast as I could to go back to my car, outside of her apartment.

I asked Peter to drive soon after I sat on the back seat of the car.

Peter nodded, driving the car, “Your Highness?”, he asked for a destination.

I ordered him. I closed my eyes, releasing my fists.

Why did I chicken out after experiencing the slightly throbbing heart’s pain, exactly what I sensed couple nights ago?

I actually didn’t want to stop, but I had to, only because my brother would sense it too. He already sensed it, I bet. Luckily, he was nearly three thousand miles away, so he couldn’t get into my mind. We have special bond, unlike to other vampires, we can be in touch using our telepathy power probably in less than six hundred miles now. Strangely the coverage area of our telepathy seemed getting stronger as we aged. As if the power grows as longer as our age. We used to test it back then, when we were still living in same continent, 439 years ago, just before our commemoration day for the rulers. Well, I guess it’s about the time to test it again whether our telepathy could reach out five hundred eighty-eight miles during The Winter Ball I will be hosting early next year. Or perhaps sooner if he really found out what I did just now.

From what I know, they have just met. But I could still feel my brother’s blood in her system.

Why did he give his? And didn’t he compel her to forget?

And the human has started to develop feeling to my brother. I was following her from the day she was awake this morning, listening to her troubled mind from adequate distance. Peter work very efficiently on this, I thought I would rest until afternoon before starting my agenda, but he already gave me the information I need within an hour. I wouldn’t call her the most beautiful human or woman I ever met, although I would admit that her look is beyond beautiful and she was the one I saw in my mind during my flight here. I wanted to fuckher so bad and almost tempted to do it. But I actually don’t fuckhumans. I believe my brother too, probably for different reason. But I bet he didn’t eat her p***y yet, I smirked slyly. I would probably call her his slut, only if she has f****d by my brother. But she is still a virgin and my brother even hate casual s*x ever. I have never heard him having another woman.

Had he secretly changed during all of these years? Or is the human’s feeling mutual on him too?

I know my brother couldn’t have her. I doubt if he even wanted her as human pet. He would kidnap this human and already took her, if that was the case. And I couldn’t take her yet because he would come back and know it, because of the purity could be tasted in her most appealing blood for vampires.

But I’m not my brother. I don’t rule myself. If I want her to be my s*x slave or whatever, then I will. So how can I have her instead of him.

Do I really want her that much too, risking an opened conflict with my brother? Or will he even let me?

Suddenly I feel hate to that human, as she kissed me back calling out his name, I could feel my buried hatred toward my brother has awaken. This was supposedly to be a fun game, but I f****d upmyself. It will be so much easier for both of us, if I probably secretly killed her to avoid feeling heartache when my brother met her again. But I still have my time to have fun with her, until I figure out what will I do with this delicious human. She couldn’t escape of being a tease for both of us.

My c**k is still iron hard with slick tip, asking for a fuckingrelease, so I pulled out my phone and dialed a number to one of my contact. I hope she is still around and available.

Kimberly’s POV:

I was screaming by the burning sensation on my neck, but I couldn’t move as if I was pinned down to my bed by a heavy thing, a body. But I couldn’t open my eyes as if they were glued. I was almost crying when the pain turned into that familiar pleasure with Alexander.

Alex.

His familiar lack of body heat told me it is him. I cried out in joy, seeking for his kiss, knowing it’s probably okay since this is probably a dream. Then I felt cold minty soft lips on mine, giving me a sensual slow kiss, I opened my mouth only to feel my tongue was being deliciously sucked and played in every corner, so I played mine in sync.

Alex.

I moaned his name in my mind when his kiss went down to my chin and neck, exploring my collarbone with his hands cupping my breasts. I wanted to squirm badly, grabbing his tousled blonde hair and stroking his erected shaft onto my wet slit. But I am powerless over my body, letting him to torture me with sucking up my n*****s, making me whimpered. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Take me, Alexander. Please.

I whimpered, but instead of continuing his action, I heard his hiss and his mouth and hands left my still body. Then I remembered, even in my dream, he would tease and leave me. Huge wave of sadness and shame is hitting me.

How could you do that?

In a few seconds of silence that was felt like minutes, I felt my shorts was being pulled down. It felt so real as the cold air hit my skin below, but I still couldn’t open my eyes nor move my body.

Was I experiencing sleep paralysis?

Then suddenly I felt like my bottoms was being lifted up in the air, and cold fingers rubbing my c**t and changed into the lips, hungrily sucking and licking my c**t as the fingers entered my core, with in and out motions, filling up my core in a bit sore yet the fullness making it throbbed in total joy. I really wanted to arch my back and hug him, when my body was burning in heat and the wave of huge orgasm started to hit me, he stopped. I was whimpering, calling out one particular name, begging for my best orgasm about to come. And he came back to finish me riding my peak, with his mouth sucking and licking and fingers inside my core. I was absolutely in pleasure state bliss, groaning endlessly. And when I was still breathless, my butt hit back the bed harshly.

I was wide awake, in a sudden gasp, panting. I could see I was laying alone in my bedroom in my messy pajama, sweating and panting. I felt my folds down there was dripping wet, but I fell back on my bed when was about to sit. I moved my hips to roll to the other side.

Oh, God. Did I touch myself in my dream?

My head was spinning around and my vision was blurry with dot spots in already dimmed room. As if I was experiencing anemia or low blood pressure after erotic dream with Alexander. I couldn’t see it was him, but I just know it was him. I held my wrist, counting my pulse. I was weak but with unusual rapid heartbeat. I need to fix my diet and take vitamins, I reminded myself. I closed my eyes back and tried to reach for my phone on the nightstand next to bedhead, to check the time. It was only 02:09 a.m., I still have few hours to sleep. I fix my panties which was strangled on my right foot. I sighed heavily, I can’t get ill, I have three surgeries this morning, one of them is the laparoscopic bowel resection which can take up for three hours. Thinking about hospital, a memory about Daniel’s white casket in the chapel during my visitation this afternoon flashed, so I was crying in silent. Feeling so thirsty, but too weak to get up, my common sense told me to check my apartment for intrusion or even to grab a water, but I closed my sleepy eyes instead, drifting to dreamless sleep with tears all over my face.

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I was quietly enjoying my wheat sandwich I packed from home in my office when my door was knocked. I need to temporarily avoid seafood as I got red rash on my neck area. I stored the leftover into its box and clean up my desk as I was doubting it was Glenn, as he already went to the cafeteria.

“Come in, please.” I shouted.

The door was opened, it was Detective Cole.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Vanderwood. I barged in while you’re having lunch. Shall I come back later?” he smiled, looking at some crumbs I missed on the table.

I sheepishly collect it with a tissue. Detective Cole offered his hand and I shook it.

“It’s okay, Detective Cole. You’re already here. Please take a seat. How may I help you?” I put serious face as no matter he is one attractive man, but still gave me uneasy feeling as if I was guilty for something.

I definitely did hide something from him.

“Well, this isn’t really official yet, I think you’ll be more comfortable if I come for you here. It’s about Mr. Daniel Bradshaw,” he said.

My fingers started to feel itchy, “Yes?”

As my voice turned hoarse, so I cleared my throat. He took out a note and a pen, staring at me with pity.

“I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Bradshaw was formerly close to you. His parents requested for investigation on the fight Mr. Bradshaw involved at the club. I heard from Mr. Lucas Harding and Olivier Keogh, friends of the late, that you were there the night when Mr. Daniel Bradshaw was in the club.”

I pinched my point finger using thumb nail to hold my tears. He didn’t know that I have tried hard to keep my mind away from Daniel, as I have one more surgery after the lunch and I was so tired after having three and a half hours of two surgeries this morning, still I have to complete my administrative tasks in my office. I sighed.

“I’m sorry, Doc,” he cleared his throat and loosen up the neck tie awkwardly, “I’m just doing my job as the parents of the late were still family of our chief. I shouldn’t probably let you know, but as I said earlier it’s better if I come here rather than letting them to have your statement at station.”

I gave him a faint smile, “I get it. Thank you for your consideration, Detective Cole. And yes, I did meet him at the nightclub the night before…”

Suddenly he handed me his light blue handkerchief, I looked at him in confusion and he sheepishly pointed to my eyes. Oh, I let some tears rolling uncontrollably. I wanted to decline his sympathy, but decided to take his.

“Do you need some time?” he softly asked.

“Thank you, no, it’s okay. I just still can’t believe that he was gone, only an hour after I visited him at the hospital,” I used his handkerchief to shed my tears.

“It’s okay. Just please tell me from the night before slowly,” he asked.

I glanced to the clock on the wall, but actually my mind went wild. I want justice for Daniel, but if I gave him the truth and didn’t match to others’ testimony, then I’d be doomed as they would know my hallucinations. But if I lied to him, and they found evidence against my testimony, then I’d be also doomed. Plus, I don’t know how to find Alexander to support my testimony. Either way, I was already doomed.

“When I was with friends, Daniel came over to our table with his two friends,” I stopped for a while, to find words.

“Yes?” Detective Cole examined my anxious behavior.

“And that’s it. Nothing particular that I could remember. We all left when Daniel and friends were… there,” I stuttered a bit, “I’m sorry, I was drinking that night and I have low tolerance on alcohol, but it was for special occasion,” I told him.

“Was there anything unusual happened or perhaps he looked different that night?” he asked again.

“Yes, he seemed a bit drunk. I’ve never seen him drunk or a bit aggressive before,” I blurted out.

“Aggressive?” he repeated.

Oh, screwed me.

“Yes, I mean during our relationship a year ago, he wasn’t into alcohol,” I gulped.

“So, did he say or do something particularly aggressive to you or to the others that night?” he asked.

“Not particularly, just I felt him different, that’s all,” I wrapped up my lies.

“Could you please to give me information about your friends that night? We won’t probably need their testimonies though, just for our record,” he asked.

“I went there with four, sorry five friends. Two males, Tony and Alexander. Three females, Carla, Amber, and Helena,” I replied.

“Would you please give me more specific details like their surname, occupation, and address, just in case?” he asked again.

I sighed, “Tony Smith is an advocate at Harlem. Alexander Mircea is a businessman, he’s Canadian. Amber Robinson and Helena Morin are both doctors in Baltimore. And Carla Gonzales is an orthodontist at this hospital.”

“And does this Alexander Mircea also live in Canada?” he asked, looking at the small note in his hands as he took note of whatever I said earlier.

“Yes, I guess. I’m sorry, I don’t really know him yet,” I honestly didn’t really hear him saying he really lives there, but since his nationality is Canadian, it would only make sense if his home is really in Canada.

Oh, my God. What am I thinking. I don’t care about him! Well, I shouldn’t.

“New friend?” he c****d his brow.

“I… we just met him around an hour before at a restaurant during dinner with my other three friends,” I bit my inner lips.

Detective Cole seemed intrigued, but he didn’t say anything further.

“I see. Okay, that’s all, Doc. Can I call you if I have things I need to ask again?” he asked, storing his note into his inner suit’s pocket.

“Sure, Detective Cole. I’m sorry I stained your handkerchief. I’d like clean this if you want me to,” I held his handkerchief.

“No, it’s fine. I’m glad it’s finally served a better purpose,” he smiled and took back his handkerchief and got up to shake my hand.

“Thank you for your time, Doc. Again, I’m sorry for your loss,” he said as I shook his hand and he turned around.

“Wait, are you working on Columbus Day, Detective?” I just remembered about federal holiday.

He sheepishly smiled, “Well, some of us should attend the parade, some were patrolling, some were keep working up cases. That’s why I came unofficial, yet I still have to go to the station after this,” he explained.

I smiled back and got up to escort him to the door, when suddenly he turned back at me. He was around six feet, surely enough towering at me.

“Another thing, do you still have no clue on the car crash case related to the deceased victims?” he asked, looking down at me curiously.

“No, sorry. I don’t, Detective,” I shook my head, walking passed him through to open the door for him.

He smiled, “I’ll see you again, Doc. Have a good day,” and left.

I sighed heavily again, losing appetite to continue my meal. But then I hurriedly went back to my desk to type something at my notebook.

Alexander Mircea, Canada.

I clicked the search button and scrolled down on the result. Nothing. Not even one matched result, I sighed in disappointment. Did he really give me his real name? Helena said something about The Mircea, famous family name there. So, I typed again. The Mircea of Canada. Still, no luck of getting any clue. If he looked that rich, but difficult to get info on these days, either he’s got to be royalty or even criminal.

Well, who cares!

I groaned annoyingly. I glanced to the clock on the wall again, forgetting I was wearing my watch. I still have one hour before my last surgery, but I still have things to do, I have several appointments with patients too. But how could I concentrate to my task, after having Detective Cole coming to investigate on Daniel’s fight. I wondered what Daniel’s friends said about the fight. I sighed again, recalling last Saturday when I was arrived at hospital, the situation was a bit chaotic as Melissa kept crying. I stayed there with her until her kids coming. Tony also came, he seemed to be devastated as well. I tried to get information on the cause of death, but doctor only said respiratory failure. Melissa kept blaming at them why unplugging the ventilator, while he could have trouble breathing risk. I didn’t understand, he looked okay when I was leaving, a little bit emotional, but I saw no symptoms of trouble breathing, except when he got emotional, and I was sure the doctors made the right decision to unplug his ventilator at that time. The odd thing, he left his cardiac monitoring unplugged, so the nurse didn’t really sure his exact death time as when she came to check again, he was already gone. And it was only around twenty minutes after I came out visiting him.

Daniel’s death caused me more agony, as it was leaving another mystery while previous ones were still unsolved. All started with the night of Dylan’s crash. At first, two dead bodies with missing hearts and another who looked alike Alexander with stabbed heart and red eyes opened, apparently three dead bodies with all missing hearts and none of them was alike Alexander. And the worse thing, I was the only one who thought seeing the dead body eyes opened. Secondly, Alexander’s kick to Daniel and his two friends in the club which caused them falling on the floor, even Daniel fell on twice. Strangely, again I was the only one who has memory of their fight with Alexander.

I felt bad of ruining weekend gateway with Amber and Helena, they have left yesterday morning as I had to attend visitation for Daniel in a chapel at Lower Manhattan. I met Daniel’s parents, they were totally shattered, as Daniel was the only son. I cried several times, mostly because of dealing with my own regret as I didn’t reply when he expressed his love to me for the last time. And Dylan, I didn’t reply nor answer to his calls. I didn’t mean to disrespectful, but I wasn’t in the mood to let people to comfort me on Daniel as I would probably cry again and I was so tired of crying. I was facing working load and tomorrow afternoon will be Daniel’s funeral service. Daniel’s parents specifically requested for eulogy and I haven’t prepared anything.

Speaking of Dylan, I haven’t replied to his last message, he even called me once this morning when I was in OR, but I’ll make up for him, visiting him tomorrow before going to Daniel’s funeral service. I pulled out my phone to text him.

Hi. How’s everything doing now? Sorry for the very late reply, been very busy. May I come by tomorrow noon before going to my friend’s funeral?

I hit the send and got a reply almost instantly.

Hi, Kimberly. I thought you ran away from me. Crying face emoji. Please come by anytime or sooner. I’ll be eagerly waiting here. Smiling face with halo.

I smiled and replied shortly. See you tomorrow, Dylan.

Yes, please.Have a good day. Folded hands.

Thanks, you too. Folded hands.

Detective Cole’s POV:

I held my urge to turn my head back to see the beautiful young surgeon behind me as she was closing the door.

Why did I let her hide something I wanted to know? And why did she lie if there was nothing to hide?

I knew she went to the morgue in the morning during the autopsy of Jackson Reid, as I saw her entering the elevator when I went out from another side. The red headed diener couldn’t lie as I pointed to why she didn’t report to us about any visitors to the morgue during the autopsy, but when I asked to the coroners, they all lied. As I checked that Dr. Vanderwood was on call during the crash, I neglected to report this to Hernandez, thinking that it might be merely curiosity as Dr. Vanderwood was also in charge of saving the life of Mr. Knight, the only survivor. Still, I was still curious as she acted a bit strange when I brought up the topic.

Was it because the missing heart that disturbed her? Or did she just want to examine the bodies for her as a cardiac surgeon?

I sighed, recalling the moment when she was crying. I was trying hard to be professional, but she is too beautiful to be ignored. She looked too young to be a surgeon, but I heard she has flawless performance as well as holding the highest MCAT score before entering P&S.

Well, I asked around.

And sudden death of her rich ex-boyfriend was adding fuel to my curiosity because she also one of the last person the deceased met. Well, along with hundreds more as they met in the nightclub, apparently. The chief asked us to ask Dr. Vanderwood because we have met before, but I requested Hernandez to check on some dead leads to the crash case instead of going together. It really sucks if we can’t get any case right. Senator Knight, the uncle of Mr. Dylan Knight, gave a huge pressure on us from the beginning and now another high profile also pushed us on different case. The only weak connection from both cases is somehow related Dr. Vanderwood.

She is one beautiful connection. I was dying to hit on her, but the timing was never appropriated, and she’s probably beyond my league, making almost triple earnings now and five times later if being congenital heart surgeon which she was pursuing at, as some nurses told me, they also told me that she’s been single for months and never seen to date yet. But I’m sure I’m not the only bee trying to taste her honey. It will be a battlefield to get a woman like that to date. It’s not just her beauty that captivated my eyes, but her fragile yet careless attitude, as if she doesn’t realize that she is that beautiful. I found her very adorable. Even if she lied, I would believe that she didn’t mean any harm.

Man, I’m so blind.

I have to get back to the office, buying coffee and doughnuts for Hernandez, as my bribe for not letting him to handle Dr. Vanderwood. We have to go back to the nightclub tonight.

The elevator door was opened, I stepped out aside as the young slim and tall man with mid long blonde hair coming to enter. He was wearing navy fancy coat over clean-cut wool grey suit and cream pants with dark sunglasses, just like a model. His appearance screamed out young handsome and rich New Yorker. A man like that probably would be more suitable for Dr. Vanderwood, I enviously thought. As the door about to shut, the model-like held it opened, and called me out.

“Excuse me,” I turned back as he took out his sunglasses and smiled, but his green eyes didn’t.

I immediately felt his threatening arrogance.

Alexander’s POV:

I was finally being able to get my uncle Thomas alone, as Cameron kept tagging along with him. I couldn’t blame him, as he looked up to his father and haven’t met for a year. But he has returned to Patagonia this afternoon, and tomorrow my uncle and wife along with Elizabeth will be returned to Arusha tomorrow morning.

“Is there any reason why you ask for this, my Dear nephew?” he asked, sitting in my study room with curious as I asked him about how did he identify Lady Veronika Frumos as his mate.

“Just over curiosity. Please tell me, Uncle,” I asked.

I know he didn’t believe it, but I don’t know how else to find out as the books didn’t get me anything I didn’t know.

“Did you still remember the lesson when you were little?” he asked back.

“Yes. But still it didn’t exactly explain how to identify, only to inform that we will be drawn if we meet one,” I replied.

“Because the books only mentioned about vampire to vampire. If our mate is a vampire, we would find to each other by scent even in a thousand miles,” he said.

I impatiently nodded, “How could you identify Lady Veronika as your mate?”

“I met her when she was a baby, when his grandfather was turned. I didn’t know at that time, I was just a young vampire, I thought her scent was the sign of delicious meal. I almost tried to kill her at the time,” he said, smirking while recalling the moment.

“Who did the turning?” I asked.

“Marius, your father. That’s why Gregor always taking a side with your father in The Council,” he replied, “I didn’t mean to try to kill her, but her blood seemed very appealing, well still does... I kept coming back at Frumos castle, watching her growing up. And I fell in love with her. She was turned at the age of eight teen,” he continued with glint of happiness in his eyes.

“Have you ever tasted his blood before her turning?” I asked.

“Yes, and it almost killed her. The urge to keep drinking up was too difficult for me to deal with at the time. She was too delicious to me,” he answered.

“And what about your hypnosis, Uncle. Could you compel her when she was human?”

“Strangely no. Perhaps because we couldn’t compel our mate, as we couldn’t compel vampire.”

“Why didn’t you turn her yourself?”

“I actually wanted to and even wanted to do it earlier when she was sixteen or seventeen, but as the blood moon only arrived when she was eighteen, so we just wait and when the time came, I just couldn’t do it, afraid that I would kill her. That was my biggest mistake to her, not turning her by myself,” he sighed and gave me his curious look.

I shook my head, “Just asking, Uncle.”

“Look, Alexander. If there is something you need to ask, just call me anytime. I’m your uncle, but I felt you are more like my son to me as I was watching you growing until I had Cameron three centuries ago,” he said with caring eyes.

I nodded, smiling, “Yes, thank you, Uncle. That’s all I need to know now.”

Just in time, my phone was buzzing for incoming text that I’ve been expecting.

“Excuse me, Uncle. I have to make some calls,” I told him politely.

He nodded and excused himself out of my study room without questions, but I could see that he sensed my rage was boiling, as Andrei confirmed that my brother is indeed in New York City.

What the hell, Nicholas.

I dialed my brother’s number. He answered after the third beep.

“Leave the fuckingher alone, Nicholas,” I snapped out.

I could feel he was sneering at me, “Wow, what an attitude, Brother? I thought I’m the rudest one.”

“Cut your shitty crap this time, Nicholas. Leave her alone. And you’re not the rudest, but manipulative cruelest one. I don’t want to repeat. Whatever you do, don’t go meddling into my business as I didn’t to yours,” I ordered him coldly.

Nicholas laughed, “Calm down, Brother. I’m just curious. You know we shared the same heartbeat. Well, not literally.”

“Didn’t you hear to what I say?” I wanted to blow his face hard.

“I like her too, Brother. She is a fascinating human,” finally Nicholas said it, in serious tone.

“What did you do to her?” I asked him low, worrying to his next answer.

“I won’t cross the line, Brother. But you certainly can’t have her anyway,” he replied, reminding me of my position.

“Are you defying me now?” I lost my temper.

“No. But I was drawn here because of you,” he reminded me.

“Just leave now, Nicholas. Please,” I finally said the magic word.

“So, you admit liking her? I’ll back off if you do,” he was still being persistence.

“No. But I don’t want you to hurt her,” I covered my reason and heard him snorting in disbelief.

“By tomorrow I want you to go back to your own,” I continued.

And I will go there to make sure he already left.

“I have my place here too, you know. But okay, I’ll leave. Send my warmest regards to Madeline,” he hung up afterwards.

I called Andrei, this time giving him specific order to watch over my brother and report once if he made any move to Kimberly Vanderwood. He probably had his curiosity heightened, but he’s been loyal to me, never once defied or questioned my order, even when he had to look after for humans like the last time. After hearing my uncle’s experience on his mate, I decided to look further on this. Never a day I forgot about her and it was torturing me. I called Kristof to have my plane ready tomorrow morning as I teleported to my condo at Upper East Side.