Leaning up against a tree, he slowly turned to look at the waterfall, with its lush green grass, and thick moss surrounding the pool below, as if, holding secrets within its depths. The soft flowing water from above filled the pool, making him feel – comforted, a soft smile came to his lips. A place of secrets, within each drop of water, each blade of grass, every fold of moss, with each flower that bloomed, he knew his secret was safe.
A place, that seemed, to be made for her, as if, she had given part of her soul for this place to exist. He heard her walking toward him, like his thoughts of her called her to him, too his arms, to his heart.
"Stefan," she whispered his name, like a caress, a purr begging him to come closer.
She looked, like a goddess, slowly walking toward him. Her brown hair, sparkling, as if it was dipped in gold dust, cascaded down her back, her skin, luminescent as the sun kissed its perfection. Wearing only a chemise of pure silk, so transparent, she might as well have stood before him naked. He hadn't realized that he was holding his breath, until his gaze reached the deep violet of her eyes, there was pain, and a great sadness reflected in them. But there was also, love.
Stefan held his arms open for her to enter his embrace, as he moved closer to her, desperate to touch her, before she disappeared. Worry melted away, he felt whole, the creamy softness of her exposed skin felt like fire, against the tip of his fingers.
"You are mine, I am yours." Stefan said, like a question he already knew the answer to, an answer, that would be his serenity.
"I am yours, you are mine. Stephan," she radiated strength, but extreme tenderness, when she spoke. "You must know my truth, and be willing to accept it, so I may have a lifetime with you."
He answered her, as his lips lightly brushed against hers, "We are the truth, Chleo, our love, and there is nothing else that matters."
With his lips so close to hers, there was nothing that could stop the passion building up inside him, as he pressed her mouth fully to his, thin delicate strands of gold, working their way up their bodies, through their bodies, sewing them together.
He began to feel heat, heat that the solid blue of a flame gave off; things were changing around him, the smell of blood making his stomach churn. Panic, fear, and overwhelming grief crippled him. Forcing him, holding him prisoner, making him watch as they butchered her, "Chleo," softly spoken, said only for her to hear. If he was going to be forced to watch, he would stand strong, never taking his eyes away from hers.
"She is evil Stefan and she must die!" All Stefan thought was how heartless his father sounded.
Without taking his eyes from her, he spoke to his father, "You cannot do this!" He knew the loathing in his voice would hurt is father, he didn't care
Knowing he had to look away from her, needed to see who held the knife that was going to end her life, only to her voice lovingly caressing his senses.
"I am yours, you are mine," her words filled him with loving calm, "I love you, my death will not change that."
There she stood with strength, not fear, a simple calmness only given to those willing to die possessed.
"I can no longer allow you to be witness Stefan," her tone of voice changing as if she was commanding him to look away.
"This is not what I wished for us, what I wished for you." He watched as a single tear streamed down her bloody cheek, breaking his heart beyond repair, knowing she was saying good bye.
Between their gaze, he saw gold threads linking them as she slowly raised her arm as if reaching for him to hold her hand, but her eyes that held his attention, the violet turn so dark they appeared black.
"Close your eyes now and rest now my love, you will forget me, you will forget our love, you will have peace now Stefan."
"I will not forget you. I am yours. You are mine." With this pledge, he felt her leave him, empty him, and everything went dark.
Unable to breath, gasping, heart pounding, and broken he couldn't pull himself out of the darkness that smelled of earth and spring water, suffocating, forcing himself to yell from deep within himself, two simple words came from his lips, "WAKE UP!"
As his room started to come into focus, so did an eerie calmness, and something he had no words to explain. Catching his breath as he replayed his dream, his only thought was, 'what in the hell just happened.'
It was not the best time for Elena to rush into his room, however, there she was. She was slowing becoming a stranger to him; he could only look at her with indifference, sure he felt guilt, yet free all at the same time, feeling right in not loving her as he once did.
Words from his dream came rushing back to him, "You will have peace now," spoken by a goddess, a goddess with violet eyes, and his goddess.
Still slightly disorientated, he climbed out of bed, so deep in his thoughts he ignored Elena walking toward the shower. He wasn't sure what just happened; he only knew something did, but what? It was a question he would have to answer later, after he showered and dealt with Elena.
"WAKE UP!" the command was so load it made my head pound, life coming back into my body I opened my eyes. I knew where I was, instantly the smell of spring water and earth suffocated me, making it hard for me to breath. Awakening below the waterfall, it was no surprise to me. A place that was created for me from a part of me, to be my resting place, a place I had no intention of seeing again.
Speaking out load, on deaf ears, I was sure of that, "I wished for darkness, you are giving me light! Why?"
As searing pain riddled through my body, memories, holding more pain then the pounding in my head, came flooding back to me.
"I will not forget you. I am yours. You are mine." Stefan. The softness of his voice, of his love, of his declaration filled me. I could not help the sadden smile that grace my lips. I wasn't sure what was more painful? Hearing his voice or the pain consuming me as I healed, by far my least favorite part of waking up, yet, I was being pulled awake, forced to heed the call, to wake up. But, who had called me?
Asleep within darkness, I was tortured, feeling him take his last breath, our bond severed, destroying me, leaving me to bleed, leaving me within the darkness I craved, without, Stefan. He was the only one, the only one, which would be given permission to wake me.
Commanding myself to focus, to be whole, learn, and listen, and to watch. I needed to know about the world I was entering into. Far more than I needed to think about a life, a life that could no longer be with Stefan, I needed to focus.
