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Beckham glowed, as if I had given him a huge compliment.
"Can I get a good night hug?" he asked charmingly. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes looked tired, but he still looked so, so sexy. I stepped into his embrace, basking in his scent of pine and musk, a scent that seemed so familiar to me like everything else about Beckham. I felt him kiss the top of my head and take a deep breath, as if he was absorbing my scent as well. I pulled away, afraid that I would have another one of those strange visions, and smiled at him. He stared at me for a second before slipping out the entryway and shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. I took a deep breath, and let out a sigh.Having the attention of these men was so overwhelming.
Beckham had a drawer that was filled with various products that fit the potential needs of any woman. I examined the various bottles and tins looking for anything that seemed familiar. After washing my makeup off with some face soap I had found, I changed into the pair of boxers and an oversized shirt Mason had lent me to sleep in. I crawled into the large bed and sighed. It was the most amazing bed I had ever encountered. My dorm bed was obviously a huge step up from the army cot the Andersons had me sleeping on for years, but this bed was the most comfortable thing I had ever experienced. Feeling like I was sleeping on a cloud, combined with the excitement of the day and night, I drifted off to sleep almost immediately. As soon as I closed my eyes I dreamed.
I was over the moon after my afternoon with Beckham. He was the sweetest, most wonderful man in the whole world, and I couldn't wait to start my life with him. I ran into the Queen's suite where a servant had said my mother was, so I could tell her all about it. I felt the change in the air as soon as I stepped through the entryway.
The mood was somber, and everyone was uncharacteristically whispering. One thing about my mother was that she exuded vitality. She was the life of every party, every room, every conversation. People loved my mother, Queen Eibhleann, and for good reason. She was beautiful, with golden hair and porcelain skin. She had the same amethyst colored eyes as the queens in our line always did. Everyone said that I looked just like her, but I didn't think so. To me, mother was the loveliest, most perfect being that ever existed, and I was so glad that we lived forever so that I would never lose her. I walked back to my parent's chambers, wondering why everyone was acting so strange.
My mother's chambers were all white with accents of lavender and gold that closely resembled her features. My mother was laying in my parent's enormous bed, her hand strewn across her eyes, a wet silk cloth across her forehead.
"Mother?" I asked inquiringly before crawling into the bed to lay close to her.
My parents had waited a few thousand years to have me as my mother had struggled to conceive as all our people had as of late. We had always had a close bond, and she never let me forget that I had been a priceless gift from the Gods. She moved her head to look at me, her beautiful eyes looking tired and dull.
"Hello my love," she said.
"Are you all right? It isn't like you to be in bed so early in the afternoon," I asked.
"I've been feeling weak the past few weeks. It's nothing to worry about. I'm sure I will feel better with a little rest. There has been much to deal with in the kingdom as of late," she told me.
"Can I help with anything?" I asked.
Mother was very firm that I be brought into the kingdom's affairs slowly. Her mother had passed away suddenly and mother always talked about how she would never forget how stressful and terrible it was to have so much responsibility and power at such a young age. Although I had heard whispers from others in the court about the power I was already displaying, one that rivaled my mother's already, she had allowed my progression as a ruler to evolve naturally. I was tutored and listened in on certain meetings, but I was still allowed a lot more freedom than father felt I should have. But he never won any conversations about me. The power in the land was with the queen, and no queen had ever been as powerful as my mother.
"No my sweet," she replied. "I will let you know if the time comes when I need you to take on more responsibility. Now enough about that, I can tell you have been with Beckham because you are absolutely radiant. Tell me all about it."
Mother loved hearing about Beckham and I since she wasn't living her own love story. Mother and father had not been a fated match, and though they seemed to get along well, I could always feel an air of unhappiness around her when when her marriage was brought up. My father, King Gealtaire, had been the son of a regent in the summer realm, one of the powerful provinces to the east. When my grandmother passed so suddenly, the kingdom had been in an upheaval as my mother was still so young. Mother's advisors had begged her to agree to marry someone who would strengthen her reign. Mother had agreed for the sake of the kingdom. Father was older than her, and provided an air of stability to her image. Although she seemed to have made the best of their union as she and my father had managed to be married peacefully for thousands of years, I wondered if she ever regretted it. I couldn't imagine not being with Beckham. I shook my head at my thoughts and eagerly went into the events of the afternoon, pushing the worry aside for now. We lived forever. That wasn't going to change now. Everything would be fine.
I awoke the next morning still wrapped in the sensation of the love that I had felt radiating from the beautiful woman in my dream. I laid in bed for awhile, staring out the window at the waves crashing against the shore, going over all of the dreams I had been having lately, and the…visions. Vision seemed to be the only word that could describe what I had seen yesterday around Beckham.
I was fast coming to the conclusion that I would have to stop ignoring all of the strange things about myself, and what I had been seeing since I met Damon, Mason, and Beckham. Growing up, I had always wanted to just be… normal. Even if it meant ignoring what was right in front of my face, whether it was my freak healing abilities, my ability to master almost any new skill, the intense feelings (whether it was hate, lust, or love) that I engendered in everyone. I always told myself everything would be alright if only I didn't think about it. But I couldn't ignore any longer that something was wrong with me.
I was an aberration, a freak. I wondered if no one knew where I came from because I had been some sort of science expert gone wrong or something.
I laid there for a few minutes, trying to find peace in the sound of the ocean and the seagulls floating in through the window I had left open the night before. I eventually decided it was rude to laze the morning away feeling sorry for myself when I was a guest, and that I needed to get up. I also had the desperate urge to be around Beckham and Mason. They helped fill the empty hole inside of me that seemed to be growing wider the more revelations I discovered about myself. I wanted to bask in Beckham's smile and melt into Mason's kiss. Although let's be honest, I wouldn't mind kissing Beckham either. And then there was Damon as well…
I made my way into the bathroom and finally figured out the shower after a few minutes of fiddling around with the knobs. When I came back out into the bedroom wrapped in the fluffiest, softest towel I had ever felt, there was a gorgeous crimson sundress laid out on the bed in my size along with matching sandals. While I wondered at how Beckham had known my size, I wasn't going to argue with such a gorgeous gift. I blushed thinking about Beckham being in my bedroom while I was in the shower naked.
I slipped into the dress, and ran a comb that I had found in Beckham's magic toiletry drawer down my hair. I opened the door and started walking down the long hallway to where I thought I remembered the kitchen being. I still couldn't get over the size of all the places I had been lately. Between Damon's penthouse, the hotel suite in L.A., Tommy's mansion, and now Beckham's "cottage," I felt like I had experienced the lap of luxury.
As I got nearer to the kitchen, I heard deep voices discussing something back and forth. It sounded like Mason and Beckham. I stopped near the entrance to the kitchen when I heard my name.
"Have you been able to tell what she is?" Beckham asked. "Is she a succubus, or perhaps some kind of vampire? She certainly has the sex appeal of both species," he continued.
"She's definitely not either," Mason replied. "If she was a succubus she would have a similar energy pattern as I do, and I haven't seen any sign of vampiric traits."
Mason hesitated for a moment.
"Honestly Beck, her energy pattern is similar to yours, just on a much higher frequency. She might be whatever you are."
Beckham huffed.
"Well that's helpful since we know so much about where I came from," he muttered.
"She doesn't seem to know what she is," said Mason. "How is it possible that she could have lived her whole life not knowing that she's more than human?" he asked. "And if she really doesn't know, it would mean that she really is just 18," he said with a little wonder in his voice.
Beckham interjected.
