Return of The Past

It takes almost three hours for Seth to get Amillia cleaned up, and they are both resting on one bed, Amillia laying her head on his chest watching whatever movie he has playing on the tv. It’s some sort of horror movie, like their lives don’t consist of enough horror as it is.

“So, where’s Damian?” Seth asks curious about where the one person who’d never abandon her and make her deal with all this alone is.

“We actually had to split up,” Amillia tells him. “He went somewhere with two hunters that are mortal to try to see if they can find their mother and sister, which I doubt is going to happen.”

Amillia gets a handful of popcorn and shoves it into her mouth. Everyone had decided that it would be best to just stay in their rooms and not venture out anymore once Natalia had returned with everything requested and needed. Seth had taken it upon himself to order enough pizza and get snacks and drinks for everyone since they’re attempting to lay as low as they can.

Seth chuckles, “I’m surprised that he actually agreed to let you out of his sight.”

This makes Amillia laugh too. He doesn’t even know the half of it. “Yeah, me too honestly. The fates had us separated for a long time, said we were to disobedient and that they never had intentions on me turning evil to be with him. We ‘went against their desire’ as they said it. It’s only recently that they decided we can be together again, and then, like, just a few hours later we had to separate. I swear those fates are bitches.”

“Damn, I’m sorry Amillia,” Seth says, “they sure do like fucking with you and your life, that’s for sure.”

The fates are the ones who had pushed Amillia into the decision to turn evil to begin with. If they had never given her an ultimatum that made her pick between what she loves and what she didn’t want to do; pick between her life and sanity or nothing, then she would have never chosen to turn evil in the first place. Anything that happened during that time period can be blamed on them entirely.

(3rd person – Past)

Damian, Amillia, and a newborn Matthew leave Avalon and go into a different world. They didn’t have anywhere in particular in mind when they left, so Damian took them to the mortal world.

It’s been three hundred years in this world since Amillia has last been here, although in reality it’s only been six years. It’s funny how time works different in the different worlds. They are never in sync with one another. Depending on what world you are from or are living in all depends on how old you are, just like here Amillia could be perceived as a little over three hundred years old, but she doesn’t look it because she looks as if she’s the young lady whom she actually is.

“Thank-you Damian,” Amillia says to him, “You know you didn’t have to come with me and do all of this.”

He not only brought them to this world but has them set up in a small farm home where they have a farm complete with animals and a garden. It reminds her a lot of Gloria’s home and she can’t believe that Damian went through all of the trouble to make sure that he secured somewhere for her that she would feel comfortable at.

“Amillia, I’d do anything for you,” he tells her.

She rolls her eyes, “and you’re supposed to be the big bad son of the Lord of Darkness?” She jokes.

Matthew is asleep in his basinet and the two of them are in the kitchen, Amillia fixing them some food.

She hadn’t been paying attention and before she knew it she was pinned up against the fridge with Damian standing extremely close to her pinning her hands by her side. Instantly her heart rate speeds up, and her flight or fight senses start to kick in, but before she has room to react, Damian says, very closely to her face.

“I can be that demon of a man if you want me to be, Amillia, but I’d rather not be around you.” Then he smiles down at her, “I can hear your heart racing, but I know it’s not because you’re scared of me. You know I’d die before I’d ever hurt you, or your son.”

Before she could say anything to go against what he just told her, such as that she doesn’t really know him well enough to know if he would hurt them or not, and that she’s just going on blind faith leaning on him for his support through all of this, his lips crash into hers.

He stops all to suddenly and Amillia is lost for words and air.

“I’m not going to touch you Amillia, not now anyway, but I do promise to always be here for you. Nothing will ever take me away from you.” He promises.

They live together in peace for three years in this world. Damian started up a construction company and ran it as the CEO in that time frame, he even set up a trust fund in Amillia’s name so that they would have a cover excuse for being able to live above the means of just a regular farming family. After all, we all know that farmers are not given what they should be for the work that they do daily to supply the needs of everyone in this world.

Amillia had thought that everything was going well and that this is apparently what her life is going to be like. She’s happy, her sons happy, and most of all Damian’s happy. They have each other and anything and everything else they could ever want or need in life.

And then, on the night of the third birthday that Amillia has spent in this world, one of the fates, Amika, came to visit her. She wasn’t happy either. Being the eldest of the three fates she had thought that by her visiting Amillia that Amillia would be more inclined to go by what she says.

Damian had called Amillia earlier that day and told her to get herself and Matthew ready that he has plans made for them for when he gets off work. He has made it a habit since being in this world together to make every birthday of Amillia’s the best day of her life. He has yet to fail at that mission as well.

She had been getting ready to go out when Amika appears behind her out of nowhere scaring her half to death. Once Amillia noticed the fate standing behind her, she jumps around with her hand over her heart.

“Who are you?” She asks.

“My name’s Amika, Amillia, I’m one of the three fate sisters.” The woman answers as if she’s bored and as if Amillia should have already known the answer to the question that she asked.

“What do you want?” Amillia asks her.

“I want you to do what you’re supposed to and follow your destiny.” The fate answers, “You’re not supposed to be here, living this life, it’s all a lie and it goes against what us, the fates, have set as the course of your destiny.”

“And what am I supposed to be doing?”

Amika smirks, “Your fate is with Erik, your destiny lies with him. This,” she waves her hand around the room as if nothing here is of any importance. “This here is all make-believe, it’s fake, nothing is what it should be. Damian messed up twisting the fates and trying to change destiny, and you’re going to fix it. You’re going to leave this place, with your son, and leave Damian and return back to where you belong.”

It felt as if someone had slapped Amillia across the face. Leave? Damian and she has worked hard to build what they have here, why in the world would she want to leave it? Besides, she doesn’t even know where Erik is, or what he would be like if she did go back to him. She isn’t ready to die.

As if Amika could read her mind, she says blandly, “Maybe it’s your fate to die by the hands of Erik. Did you ever think about that? Did you ever consider that not all of this is about you that there may be stuff bigger than you at play here?”

Nope, thinking about it now that’s not something that Amillia ever considered. After all, hasn’t her whole life been based off of a prophecy given at the beginning of time about her and her sisters? Isn’t that the life she’s been living? Wouldn’t that make all of this about her and her family?

“You’re wrong,” The fate states, again as if she can read Amillia’s mind. “Maybe that prophecy was about you and your sisters, maybe your cousins too, or maybe it’s not even about you at all. That’s not what matters. What matters is that you, being here, and Damian, being here, not doing what you’re supposed to be doing is causing extra work for my sisters and I because you’re fighting against your destined fate!”

Now the fate seems to be getting a bit irritated at the fact that Amillia is defying her and still not willing to do as she’s told. Why does this one have to be so stubborn?

Amillia contemplates on what this fate is asking of her to do. “No,” she says with the fullest confidence that she can muster. “I refuse to take my son back to the man who wanted to kill us, do I look like a fool? I will not leave my child to be raised in this world with his mother dead. I refuse to allow anything that’s happened to me be repeated with him!”

Amika laughs a blood chilling laugh that cuts all the way to the bone. “Do you really think you have an option?” She asks. “I can take all of this away from you with a snap of a finger. You’re supposed to be fighting in this battle on the side of good. You cannot do that and be with the Lord of Darkness’s son!”

“I can and I will,” Amillia state standing tall full of determination. “I’d rather take whatever you’re going to do to me and stay here with Damian than to ever even think about doing as you're asking.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup, oh so very so,” Amillia says with her own smile in play now. “I’d rather turn evil and help the Lord of Darkness than to ever do as you’re requesting of me. Either way it goes I win, and I get to stay with Damian.”

“Fine!” Amika says stomping her feet as if she’s a toddler. Matthew doesn’t even throw tantrums as the one that is stirring inside of this fate. “If that’s how you want things to be, then so be it. You’ve chosen this Amillia, just remember that, and fighting this new path will be one I doubt you’ll be able to survive.”

Amillia smirks, “Try me.”

She means that with every fiber of her being too. She isn’t afraid of whatever this woman is going to do to her. Amillia absolutely refuses to be with Erik and die by his hands. She refuses to abandon her son and leave him in a life of uncertainty.

Amika huffs, snaps her fingers, and disappears. Amillia doesn’t feel any different, so she shrugs off everything as if it’s just another overgrown higher up with too much time on their hand trying to warp things into what they want. Too many people let even just a tiny bit of power go to their head. It’s ridiculous!

Damian is never told anything about Amillia’s encounter with one of the fates. For some reason she just never felt or seen the need to mention it on the few occasions she happened to remember it happened. Of course, it doesn’t help that the only times she remembers the encounter it’s inconvenient and Damian is nowhere around.

Everything continues on as normal, as if nothing ever happened. One day though, almost six months after the visit, Amillia decides that she wants to open up her own business with her farm so that they could make extra money while they are living in this place. Plus, she’s a bit bored at home all the time, especially since Matthew joined early learning classes about two months ago.

Damian didn’t see anything wrong with her idea, so he decided to get it started for her and to make sure she takes the business classes and learns how to run and operate her own business. If she wants it, she is going to have to work some for it, and she’s okay with that. They’re here to blind in and try to live a happy, semi-normal life.

Amillia picked out a shop building to buy and set up for her business. She found a nice, old-timey looking brick building with a shop on the bottom and rooms above it. She figures that could be office space, or extra storage. The building was perfect. They set it up and leave everything in Damian’s name while Amillia starts taking classes to earn a business degree so that she can eventually take legal control of everything.

This becomes the new normal for the three of them. Damian and Amillia both working their own jobs plus maintaining the farms, while Matthew attends his early learning school. It’s all working out nice and they actually have something nice going.

But all things change. Storms come and go whether we expect them to or not. Not all good things, most good thing in fact, aren’t meant to last forever.

Normally no on bothers Amillia when she is upstairs in her office. She normally only stays late in the office when Damian is staying late in his office as well. The walls upstairs that separated the room have all been knocked out and the upstairs is one big room with a small kitchen area in it, a large sofa, tv, internet, and a area just for all the children’s toy that are there for Matthew when he’s with his mom in the office.

One day there’s a knock at the door, surprising Amillia. She turns around at her desk and looks over in the direction of her son. He’s unphased by someone at the door and is busy building a tower with some blocks.

Amillia gets up from her desk chair and walks over to door opening and seeing someone who looks almost identical to herself standing there. This woman is wearing a red, very tight, strap-up leather vest, and black, tight leather pants. She has on high heeled boots and her hair is long and flowing down her back all the way to her hips. She has tattoos all over her body which in a way kind of look like Damian’s.

Before Amillia has a chance to say or do anything, this woman holds her hand out to Amillia while looking her straight in the eyes. The woman has the same exact eyes as Amillia, and they’re memorizing, for some reason Amillia is feeling a sense of calm and cloudiness come over her mind.

She extends her own hand and shakes the hand of the strange woman. While holding onto Amillia’s hand with a grip that’s a little too tight the woman says, “I know who you are, and you will join me. You can’t save everyone and I’m going to be the one to teach you that. Tama se budi.”

And with that the woman was gone and Amillia came back to reality, although Matthew is now looking at her funny.

“Mommy… are you okay?” he asks with concern lacing his voice.

“Yeah baby, mommy’s fine,” she responds, and she closed the door walking back over to her desk and getting back into her schoolwork as she normally does.

Back at home Amillia is in her room changing into night clothes after taking a shower to wash the day away. For some reason she just couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that she has in the back of her mind and for the life of her she can’t figure out what is causing the feeling.

Damian stands in the doorway watching her for a moment. He had just made sure that Matthew is asleep so that they could have this conversation in private. Normally Amillia wouldn’t just be so willing to come out of her room from the shower to change with the door open as she’s doing now.

“Amillia,” he says after a minute as she finished getting ready.

She turns to look at him then smiles, “yup?” She answers.

Damian can’t help but to raise an eyebrow at her. She knew he had been standing there the whole time, and yet, she didn’t do anything when normally she’d be mad because normally she wouldn’t have left the door open to begin with.

“Are you okay?” He asks her with the same concern lacing his voice that Matthew had in his earlier.

“Yup,” she says popping the ‘p’ in her response.

Nope, Damian walks further into the room and spins Amillia around by her arm to look at her directly in her eyes. There’s something different he just doesn’t know what that something is.

“Matthew said some woman came to see you at your office today. He said she said something about knowing who you are and then said something in a different language and you have been spaced out and a little off since then. He also said that your aura changed the moment that this woman spoke those words too. So again Amillia, are you okay?” He says.

Amillia looks at his hand holding her arm, “I’m fine Damian, let my arm go.” She demands.

It takes him a moment to realize that he’s holding her, he loosens his grip, but he doesn’t let her go. There’s something off, something different, and he’s not sure what it is. He isn’t sure if he trusts this or not. Matthew doesn’t know to lie, he wouldn’t make something up such as the story that he told to Damian, and yet, Amillia is acting as if she doesn’t know what’s going on or what he’s talking about. None of this is adding up.

They both look into each other’s eyes for a moment and then Amillia does something that completely takes Damian by surprise. She stand on her tip toes, and she kisses, hard.

He doesn’t do anything for a few seconds, being shocked he isn’t sure what he should do. Then he lets her arms go and wraps his arms around her, holding her close and returning her kiss, making it deeper.

Then he pulls away, “Amillia, do you know what you’re doing?” He asks. She nods her head yes and then just keeps kissing him, he doesn’t fight against her either, in fact, quite the opposite.

Damian grabs Amillia by her hair and pulls her impossibly closer to him. He moves his other hand down her back and reaches her butt. He squeezes and whispers in her ear, “I’m not going to be easy. I’ve waited to long for this.”

Amillia pulls away from him and takes a step back, removing her shirt and revealing her red lace bra. “Who says that I want you to?” She asks with a smirk on her face.

Damian isn’t sure where this promiscuous Amillia has come from, but he honestly can’t say that he has a complain about it, even if it is the complete opposite of her usual personality. They’re trapped once again in the heat of the moment, nothing in the world existing but the two of them at this moment in time.

Damian’s hand makes it way toward Amillia’s hair, pulling on it once again. They make their way to her bed, considering that Damian has been a gentleman before now the two of them have separate rooms in their house. That’s probably all about to change, considering what’s about to happen.

They both make quick work of discarding their clothes leaving nothing between their two naked bodies. Cunnalingus is one of his favorites, and he wastes no time in showing Amillia how much he enjoys it. He couldn’t help the smile on his face as she withers underneath him, panting as he does one of the things that he enjoys most.

He makes his way back up her body with kisses once they are both satisfied and grabs her throat while kissing her deeply.

“I love you Amillia,” he says to her before he pounds into her delivering the promise that he had made to her.