Soulbound Bk. 01 Ch. 02

Hi again--I'm Alina Hart. Welcome to Chapter 2 of Soulbound: The Awakening (Book One).

If you're returning from having read Chapter 1, I'm so glad you're here. If you're new, welcome! Just a heads-up--this is a continuous story, so you'll want to start with Chapter 1 to catch all the emotional (and magical) context.

This series--and yes, this will be a series--blends intimacy with worldbuilding, character depth, and consequences that matter. If you're here for meaningful heat--woven into story, not just stacked between the lines--you're absolutely in the right place.

And as always: all characters are 18 or older, and all intimate content is fully consensual.

Thanks for reading--let's keep going.

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Chapter II

After checking into a hotel for the next seven nights--at a rate that would've cost Julian a full week's pay per night--they were ushered to their room by a blushing bellhop who likely wished he didn't have to share an elevator with the lovestruck couple, a few years younger than him. After all, they didn't even have luggage. But hotel policy required that all guests be escorted to their rooms, and in this case, that was probably a good policy--otherwise, the next person to check in might have stepped into the elevator to find them naked and on the floor.

When they reached their suite's floor, the bellhop politely cleared his throat. "Sir, ma'am, we've arrived. If you please."

He smiled and gestured for them to follow him. Unlocking the door and allowing them to enter first, he gave a quick tour and mentioned that the minibar was fully stocked. Upon seeing Julian's grin, he hesitated--then took a small risk and added, "My apologies, but without a reservation, Housekeeping doesn't stock alcoholic beverages. State law."

Seeing the disappointed look on Julian's face, Aurora playfully slapped his chest. "I wouldn't let you get drunk anyway. I want all of your attention for at least the next eight hours. If you're lucky, I'll let you sleep," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Taking that as his cue to leave, the bellhop--his nametag read Steven--wished them a good evening and turned to head out. Aurora stopped him with a soft, "Hold up."

When she reached him, she smiled and slipped a folded $100 bill into his hand. "No one likes the night shift, I'm sure. Thanks for taking care of us."

Steven's face lit up with a huge, sincere smile. "Thank you, ma'am. I'm on until eight in the morning. Don't hesitate if you need anything." With that, he left the young couple to themselves.

The door clicked shut behind them, and for a moment, neither moved. The air between them was heavy--charged with everything unsaid and everything understood. Aurora looked up at him, her expression soft but burning with desire. She stepped forward, sliding his thin jacket off his shoulders, momentarily surprised to find he was shirtless underneath--then remembered tearing it open back in the park. Her fingertips traced along his bare chest, slowly, reverently, memorizing the warmth she hadn't felt in centuries.

Julian swallowed, his eyes flicking down, then back to hers. "So... ah... I know how long ago you were turned, but your ID obviously doesn't say the truth. Do you--?"

"You're in a hotel suite with a woman who very much wants to get you undressed," she said, cutting him off with a coy smile. "Are you sure you'd rather be asking about my driver's license?"

She stepped closer, tugging one bra strap into view from the neckline of her blouse. "I was twenty when I was turned," she added lightly. "Because of my youthful appearance, I have to reinvent myself every ten years or so. My license says twenty-five."

Julian swallowed hard. His hands moved instinctively--brushing her waist, pulling her in. She met him with a kiss--slow at first, then full of hunger. Her lips parted against his, and the world narrowed to just this: her touch, her breath, the weight of her body pressed to his.

Clothes found the floor in a quiet rhythm--unhurried, reverent. There was no rush. No fear. Just discovery.

She leaned back, easing her lithe, unclothed body onto the suite's king-size mattress. One arm stretched languidly behind her, while the other reached toward him at the end of the bed. She whimpered softly when she realized he was just out of reach.

"Come to me, lover. Make me yours--forever."

Julian's feet were frozen in place. He'd dreamed of this moment since puberty, but he had never imagined it would be like this--certainly not with a woman like her. He was captivated by her beauty, but after only a few short hours together, he understood something deeper: the strength and willpower she'd maintained for centuries, and the goodness within her, far outshone even her appearance.

When she beckoned, he moved--almost involuntarily--like his soul answered before his body did. He could hardly believe he had the courage to go to her.

When they finally lay together, skin to skin beneath the soft hotel sheets, Aurora moved like someone starved for touch. She guided him to her entrance, and as he began to press forward, she pulled him into a kiss--deep and lingering, as if anchoring them both in the moment.

There was a slight hesitation in the way their bodies met, a tension neither of them spoke aloud. Her fingers slid up his back, holding him close as he eased into her slowly. She gasped softly against his mouth, and he drank in the sound, lost in her warmth, the closeness, the quiet awe of finally becoming one.

"Ohhh," she growled. "I... love your girth," she whispered, each syllable thick with hunger. "Now please," she said gently, cupping his face, "make love to me--and don't worry about finishing too soon."

She arched beneath him, her voice softer now. "We have all night to learn what we enjoy."

Every brush of her hand on his face, every shift of her hips, was deliberate--meant for her pleasure as much as his. Julian trembled above her, not from nerves, but from awe--at her, at this, at the quiet truth that he had never imagined intimacy could feel like this.

She whispered his name against his neck, and he answered with a gasp as their bodies found their rhythm. His inexperience melted away beneath the sound of her moans, her passion finally unchained after centuries of restraint.

She could feel it building within him--his lifeforce, ready to give itself to her again. This time, it was going where it was meant to be. If only I could carry a child, she mused for the briefest moment... but the thought dissolved as she pulled his mouth to hers.

"I love you--here, now, and forever, Julian," she whispered, breathless and husky. "Give it to me. Make me yours for eternity."

His breath caught with his final, deep thrust--so deep she cried out, her nails tearing into the sheets--as he somehow grew even thicker inside her.

"Yes, I feel it!" she cried into his neck, her climax matching his, wave for wave.

When it was over, Aurora rested her head on his chest, smiling faintly as she listened to the impossible--her own heartbeat, echoing in time with his.

***

Laying next to Aurora's nude glistening form he asked her "You have a heartbeat now... does that mean you're human?"

Still looking dreamy and basking in the glow of post-orgasmic bliss, Aurora shook her head slowly as she ran her fingertips through her lover's chest hair. "No. Not quite. I can still feel the strength, the speed, the senses--everything. But something's different. Everything feels clearer--like something that was always pressing down on me is just... gone."

Tracing the rune on his chest gently, her fingers now warm--a pleasant surprise compared to the last time she'd touched his bare skin--she said, "For a moment, I thought it was the rune that caused it. But then I realized--it was you. I knew instantly that you were a virgin. Don't be embarrassed. I died a virgin at twenty. I'm beyond words happy that I received your gift. Even if I had still been alive, I would've wanted you to be my first... and me to be yours."

Julian blinked. "You mean... because I was a virgin?"

She laughed. "Yes. And the changes I mentioned aren't the only ones. While we were walking here--between me mauling your sexy lips," she grinned, a pink flush rising in her cheeks, "I was about to suggest you ask me to check the archive, you know, to skirt the restriction its former owner put on it. But then you know what happened? I instantly knew the answer."

Julian's eyes widened. "Does that make you the most powerful person--vampire--whatever--on the planet? I mean, you said the archive that's bonded to your soul is immense. If you can now access all of it directly, and I heard you recite a spell or something when that darkness was expelled--does that make you a sexy vampire-witch hybrid?" He was only half joking.

Aurora's expression turned distant, her gaze unfocused for a second, like her mind had left the room. Then she blinked and came back.

"That was actually an incantation, and unfortunately, no," she said. "I just learned that although I can now access the entire archive freely --which will save us a lot of time during your training--I still can't use it. I can't perform spells, recite incantations, or execute magic in any way."

"But I saw you," Julian protested. "If it wasn't for you, that darkness would've broken free and entered me--or worse, gone back into you. That's unthinkable."

Aurora kissed him--gently, tenderly--for thinking her safety was worth more than his own.

"That wasn't me," she said softly. "I think the archive took over. I'm not even sure what language I was speaking. It sounded Asian--Japanese, maybe. I didn't know it could do that. That's something we'll have to research."

She smiled softly, brushing his cheek. "But for now... no, you haven't cured me completely. Which, honestly, might be a good thing. Humans are too weak and vulnerable for what lays ahead for us. But you've changed the rules, Julian. I don't exactly know what I am now... and neither does the archive."

"Last question I'll ever ask about he-who-shall-not-be-named," Julian said with a disarming smile. "How did you get away from him?"

Aurora didn't answer at first, but when she did her voice was calm.

"I didn't. He was casting something--beyond reckless, even for him. It backfired. One moment he was in front of me... the next, he was just gone. Like the world swallowed him."

She shrugged slightly.

"Whatever he was trying to do engulfed him, and then he was gone. After nearly a century as his prisoner, I was free. Alone, finally--and rich, thanks to everything he left behind."

Aurora yawned--surprisingly--which brought a puzzled look to her face that Julian didn't quite catch. She leaned over and gave him another deep, sensual kiss, then murmured, "That's also something I haven't done in 333 years. I was planning on watching you sleep... but now I think I'm going to see where this takes me," she said groggily as she laid her head beside his.

A few moments later, Julian noticed the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest--she had, indeed, fallen asleep.

This has been the single greatest day of my life, he thought, leaning toward her to press a gentle kiss to her cheek... just before the pull of sleep caught up with him too.

***

Kneeling before a low table, Takeyoshi drank morning tea with his wife, Amaya, just as he had every morning for more than 2,200 years.

Beyond the open shoji doors, the garden lay quiet in the soft blue haze of pre-dawn. A bamboo water spout knocked rhythmically in the distance, and a faint breeze carried hints of cedar and damp earth.

Takeyoshi stared into his porcelain cup, the steam curling upward as he drifted in thought. He had seen empires rise and fall, wars fought in the name of gods and greed--but what he had witnessed the night before in that crumbling mortal city unsettled him in a way few things ever had.

Spirit magic had flared--briefly, wildly. He felt it from across the dimensional veil. A young necromancer. Untrained. Overwhelmed. Dangerous. He crossed over, ready to end the threat.

Then the vampire appeared.

She didn't flee. Didn't bare her fangs. She approached the boy with... amusement. That alone gave him pause.

So he watched.

He saw the boy look through her--saw something pure pass between them. Saw her teach with care. And then, the darkness. It erupted from her chest like a curse uncoiling. And the boy--brave, foolish--tried to contain it alone.

He would have failed.

Takeyoshi knew it for what it was: a twisted soul fragment. He acted--not physically, but with the oldest Shikigami art. A whisper through another's voice. A hidden incantation. The vampire spoke words she did not know, saving them both.

He inhaled slowly, letting the warmth of the tea center him.

Across from him, Amaya waited, her hands folded, patient and unhurried.

At last, he lifted his head and met her gaze. He smiled.

"Have you decided?" she asked, her tone soft, amused. "Did you do what was right? Or are you getting soft in your old age, and made a mistake you will now grumble over all day?"

Her smile was tender, teasing.

Takeyoshi chuckled. "Perhaps all three."

***

With a kiss and a smile, Aurora ushered Julian out of the bathroom after their exceptionally long morning shower--among other things they'd done to each other in there.

"You have to be starving. Order some room service for yourself. We didn't sleep very long, and if Steven brings it up, maybe we can make him blush again," she said with a grin and a waggle of her eyebrows.

As he turned to walk away, she hopped off the bathroom counter and pulled him back for another kiss--deeper, full of passion. Then, smiling bashfully and speaking in that low, husky voice she seemed to reserve only for her most intense feelings, she told him,

"And I meant every word I said last night. I am yours. You have my heart. You have my soul. I may be centuries older than you, but you make me feel like a teenager in love for the very first time."

Julian didn't know how to respond to that. They hadn't exactly talked much about his life during their brief relationship so far, but even if his past had been a thousand times better, he was still certain that her coming into his life was the single greatest thing he'd ever experienced.

Feeling like he ought to say something, he leaned in, gave her another kiss, and said,

"You have my heart as well. And I'm not just saying that because you let me see you naked."

Then he darted toward the sitting room just in time to avoid her foot swinging at his backside--but her laughter echoed from the bathroom, letting him know she understood he was only teasing.

As he looked over the room service menu, he realized she was right: he was starving. At the risk of her calling him a sugar baby, he ordered a few different sides to go along with his Western omelet, bacon, toast, and fresh-squeezed orange juice.

***

About fifteen minutes later, a soft knock came at the door. Julian opened it to find Steven standing there, wheeling in a room service cart stacked with covered plates.

"Morning," Steven said with a tired but polite smile. "Got your order here--omelet, bacon, toast... and what appears to be half the breakfast menu."

Julian stepped aside to let him in. "Thanks. Yeah, apparently near-death magical awakenings make you really hungry."

Steven snorted. "That's a new one. Most people just say they have a hangover and hope trying a bit of everything will make them feel better."

Julian had just closed the door on a departing Steven when Aurora appeared from the bathroom in one of the hotel's plush white robes. Her damp hair framed her face, and there was a brightness in her eyes he hadn't noticed the night before.

Curious about what her lover had chosen for breakfast, she leaned over the tray and lifted one of the plate covers. The instant the smell hit her, she inhaled deeply--then, with no warning at all, grabbed a piece of bacon and bit into it like a starving wolf. Her eyes went wide.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "This is amazing."

Julian blinked, watching as she tore into the food with almost childlike joy, taking a bite of everything--bacon, toast, potatoes, fruit, a Belgian waffle topped with whipped cream, strawberries, and drizzled chocolate. When she looked up at him, her cheeks were full, and she seemed to be calculating how to fit the cherry Danish she held into her mouth.

"I can't believe I'm eating food. I can't believe I want to eat food. I've lived off nothing but blood since I was turned," she said between bites. "I knew food used to be good, but back then it tasted nothing like this."

Aurora beamed at him, mouth full of a little bit from each plate, and gave him a thumbs-up.

***

After they finished his breakfast--and he was pretty sure he heard her purr when she asked what he had in mind for lunch, which, shockingly, didn't seem to be innuendo--they decided to grab a few things from his place. Julian just hoped his landlady would be out.

Pulling the suite door closed behind them, Aurora took his hand in hers and practically bounced toward the elevator. She was thinking to herself that she had never been happier--not even when she was alive.

And what a strange thing that was, considering she'd met him less than twelve hours ago.

She couldn't see souls like he could, but she'd clearly seen his heart--when, guided only by instinct and without any hope of reward, he saved that young woman in the alley. And then, only hours later, risked his own life again to keep her from being reinfected.

Aurora was pulled from her thoughts when, up ahead, she saw Steven knocking on another guest's door with a room service cart. The door opened--and two strong arms suddenly yanked Steven inside.

"That was a vampire," she told Julian, already breaking into a run.

Julian followed Aurora into the room without thinking, his pulse already pounding. She was fast--faster than anything human--and had gotten to Steven first. The vampire was already on the ground, having been thrown off balance, but it snarled and rolled to its feet with inhuman grace, red eyes flaring with fury.

With a burst of motion, it launched itself--not at Julian, but at Aurora.

She tried to pivot, but the vampire's fist caught her clean across the jaw. The impact sent her crashing sideways into the nightstand, splintering it beneath her. She hit the floor hard, and when she tried to rise, her limbs faltered. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she slumped back down, dazed and struggling to move.

Steven lay frozen on the bed, his body tense, eyes locked on the thing that had just tried to kill him. The plastic beneath him crinkled faintly with every shallow breath he took. His fingers twitched once, then stopped--afraid even that small movement might draw attention.

Julian's stomach twisted. This wasn't like the vampire in the park last night--arrogant, overconfident. This one had been interrupted mid-hunt. Simply saying this one was pissed would be an understatement. Its hunger wasn't theatrical. It was primal. Desperate. Furious.

The vampire's head snapped toward him, bloodlust pulsing in its expression.

"Great," it hissed, baring long, gleaming fangs. "A take-away snack for later."

It lunged.

Julian raised his hand instinctively, trying to reach for the vampire's soul like Aurora had shown him--but the rush of adrenaline was overwhelming. The memory of how to pull frayed in the chaos. He couldn't feel the soul. He couldn't even breathe properly.

The vampire didn't wait.

It crossed the space between them in a blink, claws outstretched. Julian caught only the blur of motion and the sudden pressure of cold fingers slamming into his shoulder, driving him backward into the wall. Sheetrock caved behind him.

Steven let out a strangled yelp from the bed, instinctively curling into himself.

Julian fought to stay upright, gasping as the vampire lunged again. He ducked low, avoiding the swipe of its claws by inches. The edge of a sharp nail caught his shirt and shredded the fabric across his ribs.

He threw his hand out, palm up, not casting anything--just defending himself.

The vampire slapped his hand away like it was nothing and stepped in, eyes blazing.

Its fangs bared as its jaws opened wide--aiming for his neck.

Julian didn't think. He just threw his hand out, trying to shove the creature back--anything to keep it from sinking its teeth into him.

A burst of light exploded from his palm.

The vampire froze. "You're not supposed to--"

Finally back on her feet, Aurora gasped at the sight--Julian standing motionless, arm outstretched, as radiant light poured from his palm into the vampire's chest.

The vampire didn't finish. Fire swallowed him from the inside out, and he collapsed into ash before his body could hit the floor.

Julian stood still, breath caught in his chest, his hand still out. Steven hadn't moved.

Julian blinked, then pointed at Steven. "Can you help him?" he said to Aurora, his voice low. "I'll follow."

He quickly grabbed the plastic sheet and pulled the door closed as they rushed back to their suite.

***

Entering their suite and finding the sitting room empty, Julian hurried toward the bedroom, the scene that greeted him halting him instantly in his tracks. Steven lay on his back on their bed, Aurora's fingers firmly gripping his jaw as she tilted his head sharply to expose his neck, leaning in closely. Julian's mind blurred with confusion, yet even through the shock, he knew--knew with every fiber of his being--that Aurora would never harm Steven.

In a precise yet seemingly frantic display of thoroughness, Aurora scanned Steven's neck carefully, her fingers brushing methodically over his skin as she turned his head to check the other side. Apparently satisfied with what she saw--or rather, what she didn't see--she exhaled slowly, visibly relaxing.

Her expression softened as she considered the young man. "Steven," she began gently, her tone direct yet mindful of his trauma, "I need you to think carefully. Did he bite you? Did you feel his teeth at all, even for a second?"

Steven hesitated for an uncomfortable moment, visibly processing recent events. Staring in wide-eyed bewilderment, he shook his head, his voice faint but firm. "No, he didn't bite me."

She pressed gently, her eyes compassionate yet urgent. "Did he make you swallow anything?"

Again, Steven shook his head. "Nothing, I swear."

Turning his gaze to Julian, a slow smile crept onto Steven's face, relief blending with lingering disbelief. "You weren't joking about the whole magical, near-death awakening thing, were you?"

Julian released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, chuckling softly as he moved toward them. Aurora turned her gaze to Julian, her eyes filled with awe, curiosity, and wonder as she vividly recalled the surge of Bonefire he'd unleashed.

Reaching Aurora's side, Julian gently cupped her cheek, his lips meeting hers briefly, a playful bite lightly tugging at her lower lip before breaking the kiss. She smiled against his mouth.

Turning back to Steven, Julian allowed himself a small, weary smile, his voice steady yet tinged with lingering astonishment. "I suppose you have a few questions?"

Completely overwhelmed by the events of the past few minutes, all Steven could think to ask was, "Uh, have you two been together long?"

Aurora giggled, her musical laughter once again filling Julian with a sense that everything was right in the world. Cocking her head, she glanced toward the lover she'd unknowingly waited centuries to find. "You wanna tell him, or should I?"

Julian returned her gaze, his eyes warm with affection. He then turned to Steven, his expression softening into a boyishly charming smile that made him appear younger than his nineteen years. "Less than twelve hours. And before yesterday, I would've laughed at any couple claiming to be soulmates, because I didn't think such a thing truly existed. But after the last half-day with her, that disbelief is completely gone."

Steven, realizing he was alive only due to an astronomically improbable event of cosmic proportions, managed a weak grunt of, "Oh," before passing out on their bed.

***

Quietly closing the bedroom door as they stepped into their suite's sitting room, Aurora thought Steven had taken the vampire attack--and Julian's revelation that magic truly existed--surprisingly well. She couldn't fault him for passing out after realizing the improbable chain of events that had saved his life: A vampire with enough moral resolve to abstain from treating humans as cattle for her entire existence just happened to overhear a crime, in the same city as an untrained necromancer who believed deeply in protecting others. Even more astounding was Julian's instinctive use of magic he'd never even known existed, and his effortless wielding of Bonefire, something that had famously incinerated necromancers with centuries of experience. On top of all that, the sheer coincidence of choosing this exact hotel and deciding to leave their room precisely when Steven needed their help was enough, by itself, to unsettle anyone.

Rubbing his temples as he attempted to steady his heart rate, Julian sat heavily on the sitting room's plush couch. The raw, inexplicable power still tingled in his fingertips.

Aurora lowered herself beside him with effortless grace, tucking one slender leg beneath her as she angled her body toward him. Her raven hair framed the seriousness in her eyes.

"Julian," she began softly, "do you even realize what you've done?"

"Not really," he admitted, staring down at his hands as if expecting them to erupt in flames again. "It just... happened. Right when I needed it to. I have no idea what it was--but it felt right."

She sighed, shaking her head with a mix of awe and mild exasperation. "Bonefire isn't just rare--it's legendary. Even seasoned necromancers rarely master it, and when they do, it's only after decades of study and discipline. Yet you wielded it instinctively. Effortlessly."

Julian shrugged, offering her a helpless smile. "Beginner's luck?"

She smirked, but her tone remained firm. "Don't dismiss this lightly. Your instincts are extraordinary, but instincts without guidance can be dangerous. And I think I can speak for you when I say you have no interest in following the traditional path of necromancers. That link between a necromancer's power and the reanimation of corpses--it isn't just gruesome, Julian. It's beneath you."

Julian met her gaze, his brows knitting with concern. "Isn't that what necromancers do? Raise the dead?"

Aurora scoffed, shaking her head emphatically. "That's what amateur necromancers do--those lacking vision, content to command puppets of flesh. Then they grow comfortable with it. Even when they're capable of so much more, they never allow the dead to rest. You, my dear Julian, have tapped into something far greater."

"What exactly have I tapped into?" Julian asked, a hint of unease creeping into his voice.

"You've done things no fledgling necromancer should be capable of," she said, her voice shifting to reverence. "You raised the spirits of the dead without ritual. You pulled a vampire's soul mid-attack and cast it through a Spirit Gate--without even knowing such a thing existed. You contained a writhing mass of vampiric corruption using a vessel formed by spirit magic--again, not even knowing such a thing could be done--purely by instinct.

"And by the way, the archive doesn't even mention that ability exists. So either it's never been recorded... or you just did something no other necromancer in history has ever accomplished.

"That kind of magic doesn't even kneel to something as revered as lineage--and frankly, I'm not ready to tell you what it does respond to. Bottom line is, it obeyed you. No incantation. No sigil. Just need and instinct."

"And since you're capable of it, you should know the consequences for who--or what--you use it on. That vampire's soul didn't go through the Spirit Gate. It was destroyed. There's no coming back from that.

"Whatever you think you are... you're barely scratching the surface."

She leaned forward, placing a hand gently on his thigh, anchoring him to the seriousness of her words. "Intent is everything in magic, Julian. Your pure, compassionate instincts are what give you strength. Lose that, and you risk becoming like all those before you--brief flashes of brilliance, snuffed out by their own darkness."

Julian absorbed her words quietly, the weight of her warning settling over him. "But where is this power coming from? I haven't trained. I haven't studied--"

"Exactly," Aurora interrupted, smiling gently. "You're not drawing from a reservoir of stored magical energy--because you don't have one. I'd say you never will, but I'm quickly learning not to dismiss anything when it comes to you.

"Necromancers aren't natural vessels of power. They're conduits--channeling energy drawn from the spirits around them. That makes them either fragile or formidable, depending on the concentration of spirits within their reach of influence.

"If you're ever somewhere with no spiritual presence and you need to defend yourself, you'll have nothing to draw from. And unless you've learned to incant runes or redirect power beforehand, you'll be defenseless.

"You only just ascended into the magical world. Your abilities should be immature--honestly, they would be, if it weren't for your terrifyingly good blind instinct."

"So I'm not like other necromancers," he said slowly, trying to wrap his mind around it.

"No," she said, her eyes bright with pride. "You're not. You're unique. And uniqueness draws attention--especially from those who crave power to command."

"Are you saying I should avoid other magic users?"

She nodded solemnly. "As much as possible. And honestly, I don't think we should wait much longer. You need to incant a more permanent rune--something to shield you from standard detection magic. It won't stop everyone--especially not the mystics. Whatever they're using goes beyond scrying, and you won't be able to hide from them. But you shouldn't be on their radar--you're not trying to claim territory."

She stood and moved toward the door, then glanced back. "We need to buy a bracelet or necklace--whatever you'll actually wear every day. We'll scribe the runes onto it, then incant the protections."

She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I recommend a bracelet. I don't want anything on your neck besides my lips," she said with a playful smile--before climbing into his lap to show him just how glad she was that he was still alive.

***

Forty-five minutes later, after she'd made absolutely sure he understood just how happy she was that he was still alive, they headed out to buy a bracelet--leaving Steven a note asking him to knock on their door during a lull in his shift, even if it was the middle of the night. They assured him he could return to work that evening, and that he wasn't being targeted. The probability of a vampire attack was about the same as getting mugged. Vampires only target specific prey when they intend to expand their family--by turning someone who's piqued their interest.

"Magic users--especially powerful ones--are dangerous," Aurora explained as they walked toward a shop she was sure would have something they could enchant.

"When one mage kills another, their power--and rightful ownership of everything the fallen mage possessed--is transferred to the victor. Hollywood actually got that part somewhat right. The tragedy is, they usually kill each other out of fear or paranoia."

Julian processed that, though he didn't imagine ever killing someone just to claim their stuff.

"Then it's good I'm a pauper. Makes me less of a target."

Aurora rolled her eyes, though a playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"We should probably have a talk about my generational wealth sometime. Technically, it's not actually generational--but it's easier to invent a descendant to inherit my assets than to explain how I've been around for centuries to the people managing it."

He raised his eyebrows at that.

"So you were being serious about being richer than some cartels?"

He chuckled. "I'd love to hear about it. I've never really cared about money, but I bet it's fascinating how you've managed to accumulate it."

She pulled him to a stop. He glanced up at the sign overhead--this was their destination. Aurora gave him a wet peck on the lips, then smiled.

"That sounds like a great conversation for a date. Let's go inside and find you a bracelet--then you can take me to lunch. I want to try something called a triple-patty bacon cheeseburger," she said, with a smile and an adorable waggle of her eyebrows.

***

Aurora wiped her fingers delicately with a napkin, then leaned back in the chair with a satisfied groan. "That was amazing. The cheese, the bacon, the... whatever that sauce was. I feel like I just ate a symphony."

Julian watched her, half amused, half awestruck. "You made noises while eating that burger I didn't know a person could make outside a bedroom."

She gave him a mock-glare, then laughed. "What can I say? It's been a very long time since I enjoyed eating. My standards are low, but my enthusiasm is high."

He smiled, elbows resting on the table as he took her in--her joy, her wit, her eyes still dancing with a kind of wonder he was coming to crave.

Then her expression shifted. A little more thoughtful. A little more serious. She reached for her phone and idly turned it in her hands.

"I've been thinking," she said, not quite meeting his eyes. "I'm going to contact my money managers--make sure they add you to all my accounts."

Julian blinked. "Wait, what?"

She looked up. "Just in case something happens to me."

He straightened. "Aurora..."

She held up a hand. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, Julian. But I've survived this long by preparing for worst-case scenarios. And you... well, you're the first person I've trusted in a very, very long time."

She paused, then added with a smirk, "Besides, with the way you're going, I wouldn't be shocked if you lucked into immortality. You'll need long-term funds."

He reached across the table, taking her hand. "Our relationship isn't even a day old. But I already can't picture a life without you in it."

For a moment, everything felt still.

Then Aurora's fingers twitched. She looked up--craning her neck to see past the bistro umbrella.

Her smile vanished.

Julian turned to follow her gaze.

High above the city skyline, faint and wavering like heat over asphalt, a symbol shimmered into view in the sky. Intricate. Angular. Ancient.

And then--gone.

Just a flicker.

But enough.

Aurora slowly turned back to him, her face unreadable. "We're not alone anymore."

A breeze stirred--cool, deliberate, like breath across the back of the neck.

Julian felt it before he saw him.

An elderly man stood at the edge of the sidewalk near a row of newspaper boxes. Neatly dressed in dark slacks, a buttoned cardigan, and a crisp white shirt, he looked like any number of old shopkeepers you might find in Chinatown or Little Tokyo. Ordinary. Unassuming.

And yet... there was something about him.

He gave a small bow. "I am Takeyoshi," he said, his English crisp, his voice lined with quiet authority. "And you are right--you are no longer alone. That sigil was your sole warning. Someone of great power has taken notice."

Julian blinked, glancing at Aurora. She was studying the man intently but didn't speak.

Takeyoshi stepped closer, gaze steady. "I watch over the remains of warriors who once marched to Yomi no Kuni with honor. Their spirits rest well. They would be proud to know their flesh might still serve a worthy cause."

A pause. Then, with a quiet urgency:

"For your safety, sooner is better than later. Please come with me--now."

Well. That escalated--beautifully.

First love, first real food, first vampire incineration... and let's not forget: first Bonefire.

Intense, but short? Yeah, sorry about that. Julian will get better, I swear. But give the poor guy a break--he was a virgin. And honestly? Even Casanova would've popped in record time if he'd found himself with Aurora--gorgeous, intense, and absolutely dripping with barely-contained need.

Thank you so much for reading Chapter 2. If you enjoyed it, please consider rating--stars help the story reach new readers (and keep me from having to sell my soul to a crossroads demon for more visibility).

Stay hydrated, get some sleep, and maybe light a candle--but only if you're very sure it's not cursed.

Chapter 3 drops in two days. Soul fragments. Quasi-immortal mentors. And the quiet moment you realize your love might already be changing what's possible.

Until then... watch the skies.

--Alina