So I just finished reading both Evermore and Blue Moon in the span of two days time, and I'm obsessed. Obsession for me means writing and so that's what I'm doing. This is from Damen's POV, so I hope I do it justice. Let me know if you think I should continue, and if you've yet to read one or both stories, I truly suggest you do as they are so good. This is the first time I've ever written a story for a book, usually I stick with fanfic for Supernatural, so I hope I don't screw it up. As usual, I don't own anything, the awesome Immortal characters belong solely to Alyson Noel, and I am merely playing in her sandbox. thanks for reading, bambers;)
Ever Eternal
I've loved her from the first moment I laid eyes upon her, and I'll continue to do so for as long as we both shall live. Forever. Yet, as she gazes out over the shimmering water of our paradise – Our Summerland, I feel as if forever just took on a horrible new meaning.
My memories of the last few weeks are poor at best, but are growing more vibrant with each passing day, and I can't help but cringe at the awful, horrible things I did and said to her – behavior so reminiscent of the old me. The me who loved Drina. The same me who only lusted after the finer things in life.
If her current behavior is any indication, I'm losing her. How do I make her understand that living forever means nothing if I have to do it without her?
She turns abruptly, and looks me dead in the eyes, and my heart leaps into my throat, choking off my breath as she utters, "Damen . . . baby . . . there's something I need to tell you."
"Ever, wait," I plead, sudden inspiration striking me as I mentally picture a field full of red tulips blowing softly in the breeze, framed by a perfect watercolor sky that would put any artist to shame, and then willed the image in my mind into existence. "Not here – whatever you have to say, please let it wait."
Tears shimmer in her beautiful blue eyes as she takes in our new surroundings, her face crumbling in broken sadness as she lowers her head. As I step forward to take her into my arms, hoping to regain some of what we've lost, she backs away.
"Tell me what to do, Ever. Tell me, and whatever it is, I'll do it." I reach out to her again, but she backs further way, trampling tulips in her attempt to escape my embrace. Arms falling loosely to my sides, I bite pensively at my lower lip, wondering if there is anything I can say to make her forgive me. "You have to know it wasn't me . . . I never would've hurt you intentionally."
"I know that," she mutters, her voice hoarse and thick with emotion. "It's my fault," she adds, turning her back on me. Her body trembles as she runs the tips of her fingers over the tulips. Deep red petals break free from all the flower stems in the endless field, scatter on the wind, mingling and churning with the watercolor sky until all I can see is crimson. "I was so stupid . . . so eager to prove I was your one true love – your soulmate – that I ruined everything."
My mouth suddenly goes bone dry, throat constricting so painfully it makes it hard to breathe let alone speak, but I somehow manage to utter, "What are you talking about?"
"Roman, he tricked me . . . we can never . . . ." Her voice trails off as she pivots on her heel and looks at me. "Damen, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't let you die, and really thought I was doing the right thing."
Having lived over six hundred years, very few things scare me, but the shattered look in her eyes as she continues to hold my gaze, and the utter hopelessness in her tone turn my insides to quivering mush. Terrified doesn't even begin to cover the range of emotions reeking havoc on my body as the silence lengthens between us. And in my heart I know that whatever secret she's been keeping it will tear us apart.
"Just say it, Ever, whatever it is we'll be okay," I try to reassure, although I can't quite manage to sound convincing even to myself.
"If we touch, kiss – anything, you'll die." She looks to me, waiting for my reaction, waiting to see me crumble, but I'm too stunned to even begin to go through the myriad of emotions I'm sure will come when I least expect or want them to. When she realizes that my dropped open mouth doesn't mean I'm going to speak any time too soon, she further adds, "He said that to make the antidote work, it needed to have the blood of your true love, and I foolishly believed him, so now if my DNA mingles with yours at all, it'll reverse the antidote, and I'll lose you."
"He has to be lying," I say when I finally come to my senses, and realize I'm hurting her even more with my silence. "He's just trying to tear us apart because of Drina."
"No," she shakes her head, "I believe this is the first time he's telling the complete truth, and even if he's not I'm not willing to risk it."
"So we find a cure." I shrug as if it'll be as easy as creating the Empire State Building in Summerland. "He can't keep us apart, Ever. No one can keep us apart."
"But what if I'm the one who's keeping us apart?" she asks with lips trembling, and before I can even think to reply, she disappears, falling back through the brilliant white veil that separates Summerland from the Earthly plane.
For the longest time I stand unmoving. Of all the times I've lost her, this is the first time that she's ever pushed me away. This is the first time that death hasn't separated us, but Life. Eternal unending life, and without her, I'd rather it all just ended.