Queen of Voltaire
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~Mayella Cullen
Preface
The sun illuminated the room about me, dancing like flames amongst the white sheets of my rest. My eyes were groggy, sight currently impassable. I stretched under the thin, cotton that wrapped around my torso like the bodice of a gown. My pale flesh sparkled slightly in the light. Next to me a pallid figure lie in wait. His lips curved into an aesthetical evince.
"Good morning my love." He whispered. I stared at him without expression. How long has it been since I have inhabited this place? How long has it been without the forever looming regret, or intuitive feeling of danger? I propped myself up so that I was supported by my elbows. How long had it been since I forgot?
"Good morning…" I stalled. I couldn't remember. What was this mans identity? He sighed, his cold breath pushing the hair out of my face so that it was rested against my cheeks. His pallid visage was this, almost translucent. His ruby eyes glistened like drops of blood on the white marble floor. I knew this man.
"You have forgotten again?" He questioned. I looked at him incredulously. Again? He smiled again and took my hand in his. "You have been having some memory problems my dear. All problems that shall be dealt with shortly once Xio returns." I stopped. I knew that name. I knew it, but it was hard to place it with a face.
"What is your name?" I questioned. His smile turned faint.
"Marcus my dear, my name is Marcus." I looked down. I remember now. It had been a long time…I think. I didn't even know, rightfully, at the moment, what my own name was.
"What is my name?" I whispered. He sighed.
"Your name my love, is Valeria. Do you not remember?" I looked at him. Valeria. I remember that now, too. Valeria Macula. I was born in Forks, Washington. I looked at his face. I smiled a guilt filled smile.
"You are the one I am to marry, are you not?" I whispered my body shaking as I fought the urge to stretch once again. He smiled and nodded.
"Yes, you are to be my bride. And what a lovely wedding we will have." He sat up and pressed his lips against mine. My heart wrenched as his lips crushed mine, an unforgiving feeling penetrating my very soul with detriment. I pulled away and flashed him a weary smile. Deep in my mind, a voice hissed.
You monster.