Time for a Change [Devon]

[Eden Soulstrick]

The distinct sound of heels clicking against a solid surface could be heard as Eden Soulstrick thundered down the halls of the vampire mansion. She was currently in the search of her husband; furious to think he was with the whore he called a blood slave. The young vampire wasn’t an idiot, she knew about her husband’s like for the blood slave but she wasn’t too happy to be neglected because of the tramp. No his attention should always be on her first before anyone else, but lately Eden had found herself lost in the shadows instead. No more of this. She was getting tired of being swept under the rug. If that bitch was going to continue being alive, things needed to change and they needed to change now. Either that or Eden would have the slaves head on a platter in an instant. The black heels literally flew across the floor as Eden made haste through the mansion in search of the man she called her husband.

The tight black dress she wore didn’t seem to be much of an obstacle to the vampire as she left confused slaves in a cloud of dust as she threw open the door to Harmony’s bedroom. ”He better not be in here!” she yelled as the wooden door swung open with such a force that it bounced off the wall half closing again as Eden found herself standing in the threshold of Harmony’s room, her chocolate brown eyes scanning the room, finding it empty. A frustrated groan escaped the young vampire as she spun on her heels, turning just in time to see one of the slaves trying to sneak past her without getting in the line of fire. ”Where is he!?” she yelled moving forward quickly, her soft pale hand going around the slaves neck as her perfectly manicures nails dug into the slaves flesh while she pressed them up against the opposite wall. The chocolate brown swirls that usually drew men in were now a blazing red as she growled at the slave wanting answers.

The trembling slave tried, without much success to catch a breath, but the hold Eden currently had on her wasn’t allowing for that. It wasn’t till she heard a chocking sound that Eden loosened her grip on the slave, only slightly, watching the colour flow back into her face. ”Spit it out!” she yelled up at the slave who she now had hovering in the air while her eyes bore into the girl. ”I saw him by the pool…” she slave managed to choke out before Eden released her grip on her throat. She was halfway down the hall before the girl even hit the floor gasping for breath. It wasn’t long before Eden was downstairs, throwing open the double doors that lead out towards the pool.

Strutting across the lawn, the young woman’s eyes were scanning the night for the familiar silhouette of her husband before she caught his scent not too far off. ”She better not be here with you or I swear I will rip her head off and use her skull as my wine glass!” she spoke approaching the pool where her husband’s scent was currently radiating from.

[Devon Soulstrick]

Maybe he could get away for just a little while. Even the water felt warm against his cool skin. Devon just wanted nothing more than to be alone right now. He didn't want his wife there nagging at him and he didn't want his blood slave (though he preferred Harmony's company to Eden's lately) obsessing about his decisions. He was probably over exaggerating a bit on both ends but that's what it had started to feel like. He couldn't win with either woman. True, he wasn't an angel in this situation. Devon had been spending nights out with other vampires at blood bars and on the town. He wasn't doing it very frequently because he did have Harmony to feed from, but he didn't think it was entirely safe for her to give him blood every night. One woman was hardly enough to sustain a vampire, especially one who had Devon's thirst. On the other side, he was practically showing off his relationship with a human right in front of his wife's face. He rarely spent days in bed with his Eden, instead staying in the bed he shared with Harmony. That alone would be enough to make a wife upset. But Devon was fairly certain she wasn't just waiting around for him either.

Devon really needed to figure this all out. Honestly, he knew it wasn't fair to either girl, but Devon had never really cared about being fair. Unless it came to politics, which was odd seeing as traditionally that was the place things were the most unfair. Like with the Tristan fiasco. Devon wasn't fond at all of Tristan being able to touch any human he wanted, though it seemed as if that might not need to be on Devon's worry list for much longer. Tristan was uncaring (then again, usually so was Devon) but the younger vampire didn't think the older one would yank around his blood slave much longer. Hopefully anyway. Devon knew that if Tristan kept acting this way, the vampires would start to lose faith in him and there was already a rumor that a few vampires were getting sick of the way Tristan dealt with things. The leader wouldn't risk it. At least, that was what Devon was counting on.

He heard one of the voices he'd been trying to avoid. His wife. Just great. Even under the water Devon could hear it crystal clear. A sort of growl rumbled through his chest as her words sank in. The male vampire swam to the surface. “She is not. And you will not.” His voice was calm, which came out even more threatening than when he sounded angry. He put his hands on the smooth cement and pushed himself out of the water to stand before her. Even if he no longer cared to share a bed with her as much as he did with Harmony, he would have been stupid to say that his wife wasn't beautiful. And though her comment about killing Harmony angered him, it made him remember why he had decided they were a good match if he was being forced to marry and produce an heir. He just wished he had waited a few more decades.

The vampire grabbed a towel that he had had a slave put on a table between tanning chairs (what the hell anyway? Vampires didn't tan) and began patting himself dry, not taking his eyes off of his wife. “I do not take kindly to Tristan treating her in such ways and that sort of behavior will not benefit you either.” He wanted to make that clear. Eden might dislike Harmony, hate her even, but Devon didn't tolerate either girl bad mouthing the other. That included when Harmony wanted to kill Eden as well. At least Devon stuck up for his wife in that respect. “Now, what is it you wanted?” He just sounded bored now. Devon had been interrupted. And he hated being interrupted.