Okay, the last book in the Coven series! Wow, that's kind of depressing. Well, I have a trilogy to write next so, I'll be busy! This is Feliciana's story for those who don't already know that and I feel like it will be a lot of fun to write. This is where it all ends. It picks up right after Wicked, when night falls. Feliciana is going for that drink she had mentioned needing. So, enjoy! Also, I have to give SPAMMER some credit because they gave me the idea for Trace.


Midnight's Kiss

Life sucked ass.

I leaned against the bar and stared at my drink. I picked up the glass and swirled the amber liquid around, a sigh escaping my lips. I rarely had these kinds of moments to myself anymore. I leaned my cheek against my hand and sighed again, setting my glass down after taking a swallow.

The bartender sent a glance my way and eyes my nearly empty drink. "You gonna want another?" he asked me casually, wiping down glasses as he spoke.

I lifted my eyes to him and quirked an eyebrow. "I'll let you know," I said, not at all certain as to whether I was finished inebriating myself or not.

He snorted and turned away from me. "Whatever," he grunted.

I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my drink. He could kiss my ass for all I cared. I wasn't here to make idle chit chat.

The bar was teeming with all different creatures. There were humans galore in every direction and I could feel myself being drawn to their blood as the alcohol weakened my resolve to at least try to abstain from human blood. A pair of werewolves sat alone in the far corner, enjoying a drink with one another. I briefly thought about Lilith and her werewolf friends, but then shoved those names from my mind. I was here to forget, not dredge up what had happened.

Despite my intention of keeping her out of my mind, Miranda's name flitted across the backs of my eyelids. Mikka may not have been the one to directly kill her, but it was her fault and now Christopher was gone and Kalene was beside herself with worry over her soulmate. I clenched my hands tightly around the glass and started when it shattered. I cursed and jumped up off the stool, gnashing my teeth together. The bartender returned swiftly and cleaned up the mess before sliding me a replacement drink. I nodded my thanks to him and took my seat once again, sighing heavily.

I stiffened at that moment, the door opening, whipping in a chilling wind. Naturally I didn't feel it, but I shivered anyway. It wasn't just a normal wind that I was feeling. There was some serious power behind the bars' new occupant.

I could tell that it was a vampire and based on my reaction to his entrance, he was an old vampire; which meant he was strong. I shifted in my seat as he came closer, but I forced my eyes to stay on the drink in front of me. My fiery red locks fell over my left shoulder acting as a barrier between him and me. I didn't want any trouble tonight.

Turning over a new leaf and all that crap.

He claimed the stool next to me and leaned against the bar. I could feel his size without having to look at him. He was a rather large man, probably much taller than me. I chanced a peek through my veil of hair and saw that he had very muscular arms—which were tattooed with sleeves.

I shivered and clutched my glass so tightly that I very nearly shattered this one too. I lifted the drink to my lips and let the amber liquid slid down my throat. It wasn't as appealing as fresh blood, but I didn't feel much like hunting tonight.

"Hey," the man said, turning his body to face me.

I kept my eyes locked on the wall in front of me. "Hello," I said flatly, my British accent in sharp contrast to his husky tone.

"Here to drown your sorrows?" he asked, leaning closer than I would have liked. I didn't move away from him, however, because then he would know I was uncomfortable and that would give him the upper hand. I remained rigid as I answered.

"It takes a lot to drown my sorrows," I murmured, sipping at my drink once more. I had been drunk only once in my vampire life and it had taken quite a lot to get to that point. I would hardly even get buzzed on the three drinks I had already downed.

I heard a soft chuckle. "You hold your liquor well?" he asked, shifting closer still.

There was something about his voice that unnerved me. There was something about the way he had said those simple words that made me wary of him. "Something like that," I said slowly, glancing in his direction through the wall of red hair. It was difficult to make him out, but I could tell he fit the tall, dark, and handsome bill perfectly.

"Can I have a sip?" he wondered, his voice dangerously low.

I blinked and shifted the glass closer to him. "Knock yourself out," I muttered.

He grabbed my wrist as I withdrew my hand and he turned it over, my palm facing the ceiling. "I didn't mean of the liquor." He told me.

I jerked my hand away from him and he let me go. I probably wouldn't have been so lucky had he wanted to keep his hold on me. "Go to hell," I said simply, placing my drink in front of me again. I noticed the bartender watching us and suppressed a smile. He was probably wondering if he should come over and make certain I was alright. I can hold my own buddy, I thought.

Suddenly this man—this vampire—reached out and moved my hair out of the way. "You shouldn't hide a pretty face," he told me.

I refused to look at him, completely creeped out now. I would just finish my drink in one quick swallow and be off. I would crawl out the girl's bathroom window if I had to, to get away from this freak. I stared hard at the bottles that lined the wall before me, my brown eyes intense and watchful.

"Compliments will get you nowhere," I told him honestly.

He laughed outright and reached out with speed greater than I had ever witnessed and gripped my chin in his hand. He was surprisingly gentle with me, though there was no mistaking the strength and power in those hands of his as he turned my face to look at him. The laughter died on his lips and his black eyes widened ever so slightly; the only sign that he was surprised at all.

I inhaled sharply and jerked away from him, the stool on which I sat crashing to the floor. People turned to stare at us as we locked gazes, the bartender moved in our direction. "Well," he said slowly, standing. "Don't you look familiar?"

I blinked up at him, correct in my assumption that he would be quite a bit taller than me. His eyes were an endless black and his hair the same obsidian hue. It looked as if it was a few weeks past needing a cut and he had no intention of getting that done anytime soon. I blinked again and shook my head. This was impossible; he couldn't be standing there before me now.

"No," I whispered.

"It has been a long time," he said with a wry smile. "The last time I saw you, I do believe you and your sister were slumped together on the floor, your pretty necks bleeding."

"You Turned us into monsters," I hissed at him, making sure to keep my tone low so the bartender wouldn't overhear.

"No, you did that yourself. All I did was give you the opportunity at eternal life," he said slowly.

"We didn't want it," I growled, my fangs sharpening. I may not have wanted any trouble tonight, but it seemed that was exactly what I was getting.

"And yet here you stand, vibrant and quite lovely, only because of the gift I gave you." He chuckled.

"You meant to leave her for dead," I spat. "You only stopped because I intervened."

"Yes, that is true. I decided then to let you both…live. I gave you your sister, did I not?" he wondered.

"You're a bastard," I said through gritted teeth, my hands clenching into fists.

"So I've been told," he nodded, dipping his head as if conceding the point.

"I don't want anything to do with you," I spat.

He stepped closer and I knew that he could kill me easily before I had even a chance to defend myself. He lifted his hand and lightly caressed my cheek, mentally knocking me off balance. "I don't think you have much of a choice in the matter my dear," he told me, his eyes smoldering and far too attractive.

I tried to pull away from him, but his hand curled into my hair. I held back my cry of pain and narrowed my eyes at him. "And why is that?" I snapped.

He lowered his mouth toward mine, pausing just a breath away. "Because when I drank from you, lovely," he murmured, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. "I tasted something more exquisite than I had ever tasted before."

"That's what every girl wants to hear," I hissed. "That they taste good,"

"Not just good," he said, his black eyes locked onto my brown ones. "Delicious," And he brought his lips down on mine, jerking my head into position. He kissed me thoroughly until I was certain I would erupt into flames any second.

Then he abruptly released me and I stumbled back against the bar. He dipped his head in a bow and turned to slide through the crowd. He paused long enough to turn back to me, smile and say;

"Until next time, lovely."

I blinked and swallowed hard, lifting a hand to my hair. That bastard had kissed me. I grabbed my drink off the bar and launched it at the wall. The glass shards tinkled to the floor and my heel crunched over them as I stalked out the door after him ignoring the bartender's cry of protest and threats of calling the police.

He was moving at a human pace to blend in, but I didn't care about blending. I shot after him and grabbed his arm, slamming him into the outer brick wall of the bar. I was just as surprised as he was that I had actually managed to move him anywhere.

My victory didn't last long, however, because he easily flipped our positions, pressing me against the wall, his body hard against mine. "Back for another taste?" he murmured, dipping his head toward me.

I turned my head to the side and felt his lips graze my cheek. "You have no right to be here," I panted.

"Yet here I am," he chuckled darkly.

"Why did you kiss me?" I snarled.

"Because I wanted to," he told me.

"Drop dead," I hissed, my eyes burning holes into him.

"Do you want the truth, lovely?" he asked me, his voice dropping low. I stared up at him, not sure if I wanted to or not. He must have taken my silence for acquiescence because he continued to speak, his arms pressed on either side of my head, his head low over me. "I do believe you're my soulmate," he said and crashed his lips down to mine for the second time in the space of five minutes.

Well that just sucked.


Princess97- Don't worry, you're not crazy. His name used to be Kyle, but then I changed how he looked and "Kyle" didn't fit anymore so I changed his name. I figured someone would get confused, so I hope this cleared that up for you.