Prologue - Adam
Today marks our wedding day, ushering in the bittersweet farewell of spring’s vibrant embrace. The air is thick with tension and unspoken words as the drama unfolds like a tempestuous storm on the horizon. Once again, we find ourselves tangled in a web of arguments, misunderstandings, and even a love triangle that feels all too familiar.
How did I find myself teetering on the edge of a cliff, the world spinning below me? What events led me to this precipice or the seductive embrace of the sea’s crashing waves? Why am I standing here, surrounded by my closest friends, amidst the chaotic backdrop of what was supposed to be the perfect celebration of love?
There’s so much to unravel, so many questions to answer about this whirlwind of emotions. Let me share the tumultuous story that has brought me to this moment!
I feel like I’m unworthy of Amber’s beloved husband. Yet, her father, the esteemed Carlisle Rosemary, orchestrated the union between Amber and me in a twist of fate. I can see the rekindled love flickering in Justin’s eyes as he gazes at Amber, a flame that refuses to be extinguished.
Justin Dustin, known as The Vampire’s Mind, embodies her perfect match, a soul mate entwined with hers in an unbreakable bond.
While their hearts beat in sync, they find themselves caught in a web of longing, patiently awaiting her father's blessing, though that blessing remains tantalizingly out of reach.
Christopher Huntley, known as The Shield, is Amber's unwavering protector. With a past steeped in loneliness, Amber has found solace in their bond, relying on him more than she ever thought possible. Their friendship blossomed during the tumultuous time she was transforming into a full vampire, a journey marked by uncertainty and dark allure.
Mark Ivor, a striking figure often referred to as The Vision, is Amber’s ex-fiancé. His flawless appearance had captivated her heart, yet in a moment of frustration, she dubbed him a mistake, calling him Justin—a name that now lingers in the shadows of their shared history.
As for me, Adam King, I carry the title of The Sleeper. Our destinies intertwined with thoughts of a wedding meant to seal our love. However, that dream was abruptly interrupted by an unexpected objection, leaving me bewildered. A twist of fate leads me to assure you that this interference is not what you assume. It cannot possibly be Justin!
Yet, amidst all the chaos, I find myself surprisingly untroubled, and the joy I feel for you swells within me.
Why did fate conspire to claim all our lives? Ah, what a profound question! Who stalks us in the shadows? When did the infamous Vampire Hunters first emerge from the dark corners of our tale? These inquiries spark intrigue, yet the answers remain elusive, cloaked in the mists of time.
While I cannot unravel these mysteries, I can assure you that our stories transcend mere existence, vampiric powers, or the wild imaginings you may harbour. What you perceive as a tale of love is, in fact, something far more tragic—a haunting echo of our demise.
I remember the moment vividly, standing on the precipice of that craggy cliff, a fierce wind whipping my hair around my face. The sharp crack of a gunshot pierced the stillness, thrusting me into chaos. In a frantic attempt to save me, Amber reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm, but fate was merciless. It was too late; I knew I was slipping into the abyss.
I watched in disbelief as Amber's voice erupted in a piercing scream, her panic cutting through the air like a knife. The sheer force of her cry sent a jolt through me, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I tumbled into the frigid water below. The shock of the chill enveloped me, pulling me beneath the surface as ripples cascaded outward, distorting the world above.
I could see everything under the sea, so I went on a dark, profound and long journey under the dark sea with my blood bleeding out of my back.
I found myself trapped beneath the weight of the water, unable to break free and swim to the surface. The world above felt so distant, like a dream I couldn't reach. So please, look after yourself, Justin, and take care of Amber for me. She needs your strength now more than ever.
A radiant beam of light approaches, cutting through the ethereal haze surrounding me as I drift into this weightless realm. As I gently close my eyes, the shimmering glow coalesces into the visage of a familiar face, stirring emotions deep within my heart. It feels as though memories wrapped in warmth are embracing me, illuminating the darkness with a soothing presence that feels both comforting and achingly nostalgic.
Everything shifted back into place in the heart of February, a pivotal moment marked by the warmth of her father’s blessing for us to marry. Despite Amber's heartfelt attempts to engage her father in conversation, pouring out her feelings with earnestness, he remained unyielding, his ears closed to her pleas as a daughter. It was a scene of deep emotion, where love clashed with stubbornness, echoing the complexities of family ties.
