Last Words

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I'm dying. Emotionally and quite literally dying; it's been months since I've last fed, almost nine to be exact and I could feel my body slowly shutting down. I didn't want to tell Rouge that on top of Sonic not calling me, I was crying because I was probably going to die - and there is nothing anyone can do. I can't move my limbs anymore so I'm laying on my bed staring up at the ceiling.

I wouldn't mind dying though. I think I lost Sonic so all the glimpses of hope I had of creating a new life with him vanished when Shadow told him my secret. Shadow would be glad i'm gone, probably throw a celebrity party privately commemorating his freedom. Rouge may be affected, she cares about me in a sisterly way - which I don't understand since I was so mean to her, but still her affection is appreciated.

Ultimately I don't think my death will leave a dent on anyone's lives, and I think that hurts me more than the fact that I know I will probably die by tomorrow night. I have no one to blame but myself, I let my heart interfere with my food and now even if I had the chance I wouldn't take his blood. I can't even if it means I would be set for another thousand years, I can't take his life.

I close my eyes thinking of his smile, his pearly white smile that seemed to brighten up a room effortlessly. His like green eyes that held all his emotions, with one glance I could see everything he was holding back. I could feel his laughter bouncing off my skin warming my cold corpse. I smiled grimly to myself, if anything I'm gonna miss him the most. And how saddening was that? I've spent years trying to gain Shadow's love, decades trying to have a healthy relationship with someone, my entire life searching for someone to care about me, and now that I have found that person my life is going to be cut short - but I suppose I also have to look on the bright side, without having this curse I would have never met Sonic and never would have regained my faith in love. My face became damp as tears slowly slid down the side of my face; even if I had lost it, I had love. I finally found true love.

My eyes shot open at the sound of footsteps. I could be him! It has to be! Who else would come visit me this late at night! I could see him one last time, lay in his arms as I fade away. I tried my hardest to sit up to no avail, so I just waited there patiently until he got to me; but he never did, because it wasn't him.

"Still as pathetic as I had last left you." His voice rang, sending chills down my spine.

No.

Please no.

Not him.

Not now.

I tried lifting my arms but instead a grunt just escaped my lips. He laughed at my attempts to move, "On a diet Amelia?" He teased as he stepped closer to me, his blue eyes pierced through the darkness, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Get out." I croaked.

He sat on the edge of my bed crossing his legs mockingly, "And who is going to make me?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Scourge leave, now." This is my home. I make the rules.

His laugh echoed in the large empty room, "Amelia so naive." his cold hand suddenly touched my ankle, he ran it slowly up and down my lower leg. I tried to kick him off but my leg would only move up a few inches before it slammed back against the bed, "Don't refuse it Amelia, isn't it what you've always wanted?" He laughed again but darker, "I remember the days you would beg me to touch you."

"And if I could move you would be the one begging me to stop smashing your face into the ground." His touch made my skin ache in a skin crawling way, if I could I would run to the bathroom now and dispose of the horrid feeling I have in my stomach. I hated him. I hated him with every being in my core and his touch made me feel dirty, like I needed to scrub my skin until it bled to get off his touch - but I knew even then it wouldn't come off. It never does.

His smirk turned into a grin, his white smile still as bright as I remembered it. It lit up the room even through the dark; he was still as handsome as the day we first met - disgustingly handsome. "Feisty, I like it." His hands traveled higher to just above my knee. His touch burned my skin, I want him off of me, but there is nothing I could do.

"Fuck you." I said sternly trying to keep my voice from shaking.

He grabbed both my ankles and pulled me towards him, "Now that's no way to speak to your husband, come give me a kiss baby." He then grabbed my wrists causing me to sit up, he then held the back of my head trying to pull me in for a kiss.

So the only thing I could do, was spit in his face; which was worth the slap that was delivered to my cheek abruptly after. I laughed, "Now this feels familiar baby." After all the times he beat me I was practically immune to pain, and if I could move I would enforced cruel pain on him. Forgiveness frees the soul, but revenge feels oh-so-much sweeter. He grabbed me by the hair pulling me off the bed and slamming me against the ground, placing his heavy foot on my back, "You're the same coward I knew back then, still picking fights with defenseless girls; I can't even move."

He stepped harder on my back cracking a few bones in my spine, and if I had to breathe I could bet I wouldn't be able too with this much weight. My chest dug into the ground hurting my shoulders and rib cage, if he added anymore weight they will surely break. Truthfully I was in an enormous amount of pain, he's never done anything like this so my body wasn't use to it and the first time I had the courage to do something I couldn't. But suddenly his weight was taken off from me, I heard someone slam into the ground next to me with so much force that he shook the entire room. Then I was gently picked up from my laying position.

Lime green eyes met mine, Sonic; my Sonic.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked while trying to get me to my feet be having to catch me each time I fell backwards.

"I'm paralyzed." I spoke quickly then looked over to the bed, he got the message and placed me down on it softly being wary of any injuries I had.

Sonic turned back to face Scourge but he was gone. What bothers me most is that Scourge didn't stay to face Sonic, but now wasn't the time to dwell on my suspicion - and it's not like I would be able to protect him if he was in real danger anyway. There is no way Sonic could ever go up against Scourge alone, no matter how much I want to say he could. He swiftly turned back around as if nothing happened, "Why can't you move? Did he do something to you."

I wasn't going to tell him why. I wasn't going to tell him I was dying because then he would try to be the hero and save me, but I didn't want to be saved. I didn't need a hero. "No."

"Then what happened?" He asked eagerly.

"It doesn't matter." I said blankly as I looked away from him.

I could still see his narrowed gaze on me even when I looked away, "You're hiding something." He grunted in frustration, "Didn't we go over this three days ago Amy? You have to stop lying to me."

I looked back at him narrowing my eyes just as dangerous as him, "I was protecting you not lying to you."

"You didn't tell me the truth! That's lying!" I could sense his panic over my well-being which was causing his distress, so I chose to give in - no need to get into another argument before I die. Even with the anger he held in his eyes I could hear his heart pounding against his chest expecting me to be critically hurt - which I technically am.

I looked back up towards the ceiling as I spoke. "I'm dying."

His angry thoughts of wanting to storm out the house and never speak to me again instantly disappeared, "W-What?" He said softly, his voice small like a childs. I could already hear himself creating a plan to save me and that's what I hated about telling him. I didn't want to do that.

"You heard me." I said roughly.

He sat down beside me on the bed looking at me as if I was some porcelain doll that was on the verge of breaking, as if I was some weak little girl; which I possibly was. On the inside I am weak, weaker than I will ever admit to anyone but Sonic could see through my charade, he knew I needed to be taken care of now more than any other time. "You're not dying."

I looked at him roughly, "Are you a moron? I cannot move, I cannot even stand!"

He then took my wrists pulling me up to him, placing my legs over his so I sat on top of him and he tilted his head to the side (no I won't do it), "You're just starving yourself, you have no energy and that's why you can't move. If you ate something you will regain strength."

He pushed my head towards his neck but I instead I rested my chin on his shoulder in refusal. "You don't understand what you're asking me to do Sonic."

"You don't understand what you're refusing, you will die Amy."

"Then let me die." I said sternly.

He sighed, "Amy please you don't mean that."

I laughed bitterly, "I don't? Really? You have no idea what my life has been like Sonic."

"Then tell me." He spoke gently.

I sunk into his shoulder sinking slowly into his warmth, while being soothed by the feeling of his heart beat as I spoke, "Pain..." I said softly, "Just brutal heart crushing pain that I can never escape. Everyone I've ever loved only pushes me away... And why do I stay? I don't even know myself anymore, sometimes I stay because I believe things will get better, that I can hold the weight of the world on my shoulders, that Shadow will one day come back to me and love me again, that one day... one day I will be happy." I held back tears as I spoke, "But I can only take so much, and no matter how much I want to tell myself that we can work out, and that we can be together; it's just a fantasy. I can't be with you, I can't ever be with you; I can't ever be with anyone. I can't ever be happy, and that's a good enough reason for me to stop trying."

He wrapped his arms tightly around me making me feel safer, like he could protect me from the cruel world that awaits me if I was to stay, "But it's not fantasy Amy, I'm here now and I don't care that you're a vampire; you're still Amy to me. The beautiful girl I fell in love with the day I laid my eyes on her freshman year." My heart warmed at his words making me feel uneasy inside because of the extra heat but nether-the-less, warmed. "So I want you to say with me."

"Sonic," I pleaded.

He pulled back holding my head so it doesn't flop around, looking me in the eyes sternly, "I can handle it. I can handle you, just give me a chance to show you I can. I can give you that happiness, I can hold that weight for you when you get tired, I can do anything you ask me too Amy, I will give you everything I am and can only hope that it's enough to make you stay."

"It won't end well Sonic." I wasn't going to lie to him. This wasn't going to end well, I could feel that it wasn't, somehow some way I will regret not taking this chance to just let go. But as I look at Sonic now, his confidence in himself to make me happy only makes the hopeful side of me want to wait out and see it through; but it will only build me up and then devastate me when he can't do it.

He frowned, "Then we will get to the bridge later, but right now it's working so bare with me."

I looked away from him, "This isn't some fairy-tale, there is no happily ever after."

He made me face him again smiling softly, "Well we don't know that till the story ends do we?"

"Sonic, please I can't do this. I know how this ends, I've had this happen too many times before, and I'm not willing to go through it again."

He placed my head back near his neck, I could feel and hear his heart pounding in his chest. He was nervous about the pain, and nervous of how he will feel after it but his determination conquered his fear. "Please Amy, just try." He pleaded, and as I felt his heart pound against my chest I couldn't help but imagine the blood oozing through it. Wondering how sweet or sour he tasted, wondering if I would be strong enough to stop myself from killing him, wondering if this was really want I wanted. But the more he pushed me into his neck the more I lost myself blinded by my cravings and regaining some strength in my neck. I gently licked his neck cleaning any bacteria from the areal, he shivered under the suddenness of my movements which caused me to stop. "No keep going." He said softly, but the tone in his voice, the fear made me want to stop - made me but didn't cause me too. I kissed his neck, sending small heat vibrations to relax his neck from any stress making it less painful, then I lightly tapped my fangs on to his tender skin, "Go ahead." He whispered softly.

I sunk my teeth into him, instantly feeling him tense by clenching my back then relaxing. I began sucking, feeling my energy and ability to move slowly coming back to me. Sonic pressed me harder against him making us fall back, him laying on the bed and me on top of him. He slipped a hand through my hair and held on to it tightly as he let soft grunt of pleasure escape him. I knew he was getting turned on by this, bites aren't usually painful unless we make them out to be - which most inexperienced vampires do so that causes the whole misconception of the pain. His other hand roamed towards my lower back pressing me down against his body so I wasn't straddling him anymore.

"Amy please don't stop." He moaned, and I was in too much bliss myself to stop. Usually this would have heated me up just as much but I'm so hungry that I can't focus on the pleasure I feel from biting him but the satisfaction I feel from tasting his sweet sweet blood. It wasn't like anything I've ever had before, it was so sweetly spicy and warm against my tongue, waking up my senses completely from head to toe.

Sonic rolled over with me still biting down hard onto his neck, he was on top now. I felt him lifting up my night gown, massaging my hip bones. I tried to pull away to stop him but I just couldn't, I let out a soft moan in frustration but Sonic took it as me responding to what he was doing so he became even bolder. He lifted up my night gown until my chest was exposed, and that caused me to pull away - extremely reluctant but I did. I didn't want to be touched.

Not by Sonic, not by Silver;

not by anyone.

Not after being touched by Scourge.

I grabbed his wrists forcefully looking up at him dangerously, "Stop."

He instantly flushed once he awoke from his daze, "I-I'm sorry," I let his hands slip through mine as he got off me and sat cross-legged in front of me, "I don't know what came over me..." He looked away ashamed.

I fixed my night gown then sitting up and regretting making him feel guilty, it wasn't his fault. It was mine, I should have warned him about the effects a bite can have - especially when the two people share mutual feelings. And even though I felt dirty, and soaked in discomfort, I touched Sonic's hand cautiously. "It's okay," I started softly, "It wasn't you."

He didn't look up at me as he spoke, "It wasn't my intention..." he keep his mouth open as he tried to speak but couldn't; but I could hear his thoughts running over what his body felt like against me, what pleasurable senses it woke within his body, and how he never wanted it to end; along with the things he was planning to do.

I smirked as the imagines that were playing in his mind played in mine, "Are you sure about that?"

His blush became darker as he shut his eyes and tried to clear his mind, but the images still lingered as well as his 'heated' emotions. He abruptly coughed, "Is there going to be any side effects? Rouge said there would be..." He still didn't look at me as he spoke as he was trying to get rid of any evidence of our heated moment.

I laughed, "You mean other than the ones you're feeling now?" I shook my head, "No."

He looked at me, "Why did she have side effects and I wouldn't."

"Because I marked her," Not all vampires mark just for love or eternal companionship, I mark mainly because they will become of use to me at the moment or will be in the near future; for strategical purposes.

"Marked?" he asked confused, "What is that? Isn't it just you bite them and they turn into a vampire?"

I smiled at his ignorance, shaking my head, "No it's not that simple, it's actually more complicated than that. I mean you aren't a vampire right now are you?"

He sucked in some air, "Eh I don't know Ames I'm feeling pretty 'vampirey', I'm in the mood for blood, dark make-up, and tight clothing."

I narrowed my eyes at his playfully, "Hey I don't wear tight clothing just because of that."

He smirked, "And no one is asking you to stop babe," he clasped his hands together in a praying motion, "the less the merrier."

I rolled my eyes, "Anyway, there are three different types of bites: marked bites never fade and the way they work with all the 'side effects' Rouge told you about is because instead of sucking blood out I implant some in, then there is feeding bites where the skin grows back covering the bite mark, and finally the turning bite, the most difficult and most dangerous."

"What would you have to do?" he asked curiously.

I looked down away from him in shame, "I would have to completely suck you dry of all your blood then quickly implant my own into you, which would combine marking and turning someone; which is why it's so dangerous and should not be done unless it's been cleared by the Head Vampire."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"Once." I said bitterly, as the memory of my failure flooded my mind.

"It didn't work out well did it?" He asked softly as he tried to take my hand but I back out of his touch.

I knew he didn't ask me who I tried to turn but something inside me felt like I should tell him, like I owed it to him after all the lies I've told him, after all the secrets I've held. So I told him, "My mother was too frail to handle it." I was an idiot to think it would ever work on her, she was so old and nearly on her death bed when I did it, but I thought maybe if I saved her life she would give me a chance; give us a chance.

He sensed my hesitation on the subject, and slowly reached for my hand but this time I let him hold it as he caressed it lightly, "I know how much you cared about her Amy, I'm sorry."

I smiled grimly, "Thank you."

"One last question," I nodded in understanding, "Are you the Head Vampire?"

I smiled brightly, unaware to him the honor and respect I would have being the Head Vampire so in itself is a compliment. I shook my head, "No, the Head Vampire is about a thousand years old, maybe even older than that; and he is also..." I trailed off not sure of myself, and if I wanted to explain our relationship or not.

"He also what?"

Even if Sonic didn't understand basic vampire hierarchy anyone would understand the weight of the words that are I'm going to speak next, "He's my master."

Sonic's grip on my hand loosened, "You mean he owns you?" I nodded, "so the oldest most powerful vampire there is, is going to come after me for being with you and if I don't defeat him I could die and or risk your life as well?" I nodded again, as he sighed. "No pressure, I mean I defeat powerful vampire lords all the time, every morning before breakfast actually."

I laughed bitterly at his humor, "Don't worry I will help you."

He raised a brow, "Can you do that? Challenge him?"

"Of course, that's how I would gain my freedom, but since he is the H.V. then it's going to be harder than any normal or lower ranking vampires."

"What's the difference between him and a normal vampire?"

"He holds infinite power, while every higher ranking vampires - the true bred vampires - get special gifts such as seeing into the future, speed, strength, mind-reading and much others, he has them all so trying to defeat him with one sole power would be useless."

Sonic nodded in understanding, "So do you have a power?"

"I oddly have two, not sure if its because the H.V. is my master but I can read minds and control them."

"So you were true bred?" Sonic asked shocked.

I shook my head, "No, I'm a half breed; I was mortal before." Sonic stayed silent after that, even his mind was silent. I wasn't sure what to think if he was just trying to process all the new information or whether he was pondering if I was actually worth the life threatening risk. "Sonic," I said softly just above a whisper, "if you don't want to do this..."

He shook his head cutting me off, "it's just a lot to take in," he made his way to one side of the bed dragging me along with him cradling me in his arms, "let me just sleep on it, okay?"

"Okay." I responded doubtfully. I've never explained my situation to any of my past lovers so early into the relationship, and I never cared so much about them (until Sonic) and I'm worried that he will back out when he fully realizes the severity of this.

He lifted my chin so I could look into his eyes, "Hey, I'm not going anywhere okay? Don't you worry."

I cocked a brow, "You sure you don't come from a line of vampires? You sure do read minds easy."

He grinned kissing my forehead, "I might, maybe I'm the next Head Vampire."

"All hail King Sonic!" I spoke dramatically.

He put his lips right next to my ear, "With Queen Amy right by my side." I felt his hold on me become tighter, like at any second now if Silver came he would be prepared to fight him off for me. I don't know what awaits us, I don't know how the outcome of this will turn, and from the feeling I'm getting from within tells me it won't be pretty, but whatever the circumstances may be I will protect Sonic.

With everything I have, I will protect him.

I snuggled myself deep into his arms as I covered us with a heavy blanket to warm us up - not me but more so Sonic. I let my mind wander as Sonic's soft snoring filled my ears.