An Authors Fantasy

                He ran, faster and farther than he thought he would make on a broken leg, and half way to the meeting point he saw him. Gabriel’s mate, his very own bloodsucking vampire was there, pacing out of his mind, and when he sensed Gabe, he turned and searched the trees. Once their eyes met, it was done. They had made it, the scenting ceremony was done, Gabe had found his one and only, and it was his vampire.                 Thatcher took off to meet him, his eyes were glaring red as he smelled the blood from his mate and once Gabe was human, he realized just how bad he had been hurt. “Oh no.” Thatch looked over the scratches marring his beautiful chest and ran his eyes over the rest, making sure there were no bite marks, no claim.                 Gabe’s right arm had been the broken leg as a wolf, but as a man he could stride right up to his fated mate and claim him now that he had found him. His scratches and cuts were nothing compared to the need to end everything for his mate. Thatch seemed hesitant as he got closer, and Gabe knew why, he was still oozing some blood and while that usually was a great turn on for his mate, Gabe knew that this was not the kind of blood Thatch liked to lick from his body. “Bite me.” Gabe told him, getting closer, their heights had always been the same, their mouths just inches apart at most when they stood so close, and now… now it was right, it was perfect. Gabe attached his lips to Thatches as soon as he could, reassuring his mate that he was fine. “Thatch… bite me, end this.”                 Thatch groaned, turning his teeth into his fangs on his mates’ command and he moved his lips to gently kiss the side he had always bitten in their times before… where he always wanted to bite Gabe. The left side, the same side Gabe’s heart still beat. His teeth slid in like butter and for the first time he felt Gabe’s own canines sink into his neck. Amelia sat back, cracking her knuckles as she read over the last three paragraphs. She had woken up at midnight, the finale of her book had come to her dream just like everything else in her series had. She now had 8 books, all finished, all within the same sort of family, everyone in the books knew each other and while Amelia was not a werewolf nor a vampire, she knew that they were like her little family. Well, her imaginary family. She had grown with them, seeing their struggles, seen the people fall in love, even if they weren’t supposed to. Like her latest loves. Gabe was a werewolf prince, soon to be alpha of a lot of people, and he had found love in his vampire Thatcher, who was also a prince. His older brother Alec was king of the vampires and while Alec wasn’t the meanest man in the books Amelia had written, he wasn’t the nicest. He was the last one she had to write a book for… her big 10. Amelia knew that her fans were waiting, they had a love hate relationship with the man, just like Amelia did when writing his parts. He always seemed cold and distant, and just like every book, she didn’t really know why until she started to dream about him and only him. He would be her next sole focus, and she would finally get to understand why he was the way he was inside her head. She felt the need to start early, and she hated that she hadn’t finished up on the Princes love story yet, and in face she knew that she just had the last chapter, their happily ever after to finish, and she would move on. Her dreams would focus on Alec and not the men she had created just for each other. Amelia checked the time. It was 3 am here, as was it in her book and she had to laugh at the irony. She had gone to bed hours ago, just after finishing up as much as she could before the climax of her book hit its’ peak. She moved to open her window to get a bit of fresh air as she thought about how to write the next couple parts of her book fast. She always got flustered writing the s*x scenes, even more in this book since she had to write it on gay men, and while she was not homophobic, knowing a man’s pleasure points had been a complete guess to her, and she did ask a few men she did know about certain tips and tricks she had seen in her dreams that Gabe and Thatcher had done, but they had all confirmed it, it always felt amazing apparently. Amelia was glad that some parts of her book in that aspect were at least genuine, maybe it would help a girl who was reading her book impress a guy, or a guy impress his guy. Either way, it would work for someone else. Looking out over the busy New York streets, Amelia sighed. Sometimes she did crave what she wrote about. The forests, the trees and fresh air. The small town and family connection she didn’t really get in the big city. But her work was here, and soon she would be forced to go on another book tour. It would take the publishing company 2 months to get it all set up and she would tour doing reads and signings for another 4. Amelia took a last deep breath before returning to writing the ending of the 9th book, and then she crawled back into bed as the birds started to chirp. She turned and sighed and settled right in. Her mind wouldn’t stop buzzing so she thought back to her earliest memory of her ‘friends’ as she used to call them. Amelia was no older than 15 when she started to dream about the vampires and the werewolves they usually warred with, and she saw everything, she saw the closed door arguments, she saw the way two people fell in love… and when she told her college roommate about all of this in college, she had encouraged Amelia to write down her dreams because it would make a ‘f*****g awesome’ book. Brooke, Amelia’s roommate, had been right. She had turned to her college professor, telling her how fast the whole book had come together for her, and her professor had turned it over to one of the biggest publishing houses for these kinds of romance books. She had a deal, and after 3 books, she was their exclusive writer, she got paid advances, percent’s of all books sold, and when she finished the big 10th, Alec’s book, she would get royalties, and she could even go for a movie deal. If anyone was interested in that anyway. Amelia through about Alec. He was 789 years old, a respective gentleman who was a stickler for the rules and protocol. Thatcher had been his own soft spot, and while he knew his brother was gay, the only issue Alec had had about Thatch taking a mate was that it was the prince of wolves. Alec was a tall, he had blue eyes and light brown hair. He had been a warrior. He had a long past, and what little Amelia had already imagined for him didn’t seem to scratch the surface of who and what Alec really was. Out of all the men that Amelia had imagined and seen in her dreams, Alec had always been the most handsome. Amelia fell asleep, happily to finally begin her dreams about Alec. For some reason, it hurt her to know that she would have the love of his life and she would have to let go of her obsession.