Monday 21 January
Rebecca
I woke up in a strange bed, and it took a few seconds before I realised where I was. Then the events of the previous day broke over me like a giant wave, and I breathed deeply, trying to cope with my newest reality. Seriously, I didn't mind the physical changes - they were pretty cool really, but the mental adjustments I'd had to make on an almost daily basis were starting to do my head in. First I had to come to grips with being an iron metaboliser. Then I was kidnapped, and I had to drink human blood to escape. Then I was suddenly engaged - who am I kidding, that was the best thing ever. Angus' beautiful face with his brooding eyes flashed across my thoughts, my very own dark prophecy. I was inevitably and momentarily distracted from my train of thought, but it rerailed itself eventually.
Then we met a whole family of vamps, and I was kidnapped again - that was starting to become a bit of a nasty habit, really. And then I had to bite one of my kidnappers again , and I somehow electrocuted another. Freaky stuff.
Right, enough fretting. I gave myself a mental shake. I had to get on with it. This was my new life, and there was no point in whining about it.
I threw the covers off and stood up quickly. Even with the central heating there was a bit of a chill in the air, so I pulled on a nearby towelling robe and went to see if Angus was awake. I stood at the doorway to his bedroom and watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest for a few seconds before I could stand it no longer, and launched myself through the air and on top of him. He woke up pretty quickly, I have to say, and grinned up at me. Next thing I knew he had pinned me beneath his body and was kissing me with intent. I realised then, that no matter how much my life changed, I could never regret anything that had happened when this delicious man belonged to me.
Angus
We were late for breakfast that morning. My gorgeous girl made sure of that. Fergus and Marcus had returned from our estate, and had managed to snatch a few hours sleep before setting all their equipment up in one of the spare rooms that littered this enormous house. I snuck away from the breakfast table to join them for a few minutes. Rebecca seemed content to sit chatting with Julia, and Simon and Oliver had gone to collect some weapons that Oliver had stashed away somewhere on the property. They didn't go into much detail, but from the secrecy surrounding the location of the stash, I suspected the weapons were illicit and highly illegal. I was starting to like the Colborne boys more and more.