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"The pride's queen is Victoria?" Amy said sadly.
"Yes, it's Victoria, but not the woman I loved. I took that away from her; I took it away from both of us."
Amy hugged him. She wrapped him in her arms to soothe his pain. She felt no emotion in his body. He held himself stiff, not allowing her to give comfort. Her hands slowly started working their magic as they traveled over his body, her kisses over his face and chest. He finally held on tight and then carried her to the bed and made love to her.
Amy held him long into the night. The last words Victoria spoke that fateful night were haunting her. "I am now damned." That was why Victoria was afraid of being a vampire. She thought she would be damned. Amy realized the church played a vital role during that century, but how could Victoria think Marcus was damned? He was so good.
Amy hated her, hated Victoria with every fiber of her being. She began crying softly.