The Dreams (The Hunter book 2)

The very well know vampire queen Gabby, continues her story. In this book she has to fully accept who she is in order to get the answer to the question only another queen can answer. She is plagued with strange visions telling her where to go and what to do. If she goes then she gets an answer to a question, but if she doesn't her questions become more in size and number. She has to find herself in the world and change the vampire kind to make them understand that she does what she does for good, not bad. She tries to help this race of people who have not been led for good. She has to help them survive.


12. Ambrose's Story

    "I remember her saying that she made you. Is that true?" I asked Ambrose as I sat down next to him on the couch. He nodded his head.

    "Will you tell me your story?" I asked. He nodded his head, but didn't start right away.

    "I was turned in the USA. Like you were, but my time and your time are different. I was turned by a dying queen. I was made in the winter of 2001. If I am correct the year you were born. At the time I was 18.

    "She had an eye for me. And loved the way that I talked like I was from a different age. That and I reminded her of her lost love. That's is why she calls me her love. She still thinks that I am him.

    "When I met her. I thought that she was God himself in female form. But this was not true. She loved that I looked up to her. So she made me. It was a dumb mistake. She made me and just like you will not turn someone because of how powerful you are she did turn me.

    "She wasn't thinking about how I would come to be. I wasn't a newborn. I was a full grown vampire from the start. That is the reason that I stilled when someone asked why you do not make someone. I knew everything that I needed to know the moment her blood touched my lips. She was stupid, she cared only for herself. She was reckless. I wish that she had though a little more like you do. Other wise I would not know some much about others and have been looking for the new queen."

    "Then why did you talk so sweetly to her?" I asked. He looked down at me and smiled. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it.

     "The same reason you talk sweetly to your maker. It is because I have her blood in me that I talk nicely to her as she does to me because I am part of her and she is part of me. See even when you are angry at the person who made to, you were still being nice to him. In your own way slapping sense into someone is nice. But so is taking someone out of there misery.

     "But she made me about ten years before she died. She said that she knew it was her time to go. So she had me hold a sword to her neck and she decapitated herself. I hated it. But I knew that it was want she wanted for herself. I knew that it would make her better. I knew that she needed to be free.

    "I hated the feeling that I got to see her dead on the floor next to me. I was crying for several days. Until someone came and slapped some sense into me. I needed in. When I say that I mean it. I was starving from being there. It was smelling like death and it was making me want to puck but I had nothing to puck so it was just the feeling." He laughed a little at that thought.

    "Well that person made me realize that I didn't love her, the old queen. They made me realize that I love the person that slapped some sense into me. Even if she never did hit me or raise there hand at me. I had learned how to fight with the old queen. I thought that was love. I thought love was fighting, and never getting along until I was told otherwise.

    "And even now I realize how stupid and pathetic that I must look telling her the story of how I was turned. That even though she fought to keep away from me she still ended up with me. The fight she fought was seen in her eyes and they told me she wanted me but she didn't want to realized it. I like that she still ended up with me." He said. He looked down into my eyes and slid off the couch. He held my hands and got down on one knee. He released one hand to reach into his back pocket. I was on the edge of tears. I knew what he was asking me. He was still looking into my eyes. I pushed back my tears and tried hard not to let anything show.

    "Gabby, I would have asked your dad for your hand, but he was not alive for me to do so. I ask you then, will you take my hand in marriage and make me the happiest person alive?" He said and showed me the ring.  I looked at the ring and back in his eyes. I didn't know how to react. I had never expected something like this to someone like me. 

     When it finally dawned on me what he had just asked me to do. I could see that he was on the edge of tears as well as I was. I knew that my tears were because of what he had just asked. His were probably because I had not answered his question.

    I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. And I cried. He held me close to him. And I cried tears of happiness. He still didn't have his answer. But he didn't ask again until he slipped the ring on my finger when I stopped crying. By then everyone in the house came to see why I was crying.

    "Oh my god! Yes.!Yes! Yes!" I said still crying and wiping away tears. One of my hands had gone to cover my mouth while the other wiped away my tears. I saw Ambrose smile. I hugged him back. I hugged him and kissed him.

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