Disclaimer: This story is inspired by Fallen by Lauren Kate. The basic plot of this story is her , I just put my little twist in it. I might use some direct quotes from the book but the credit goes to her. Also the characters belong to Richelle Mead from the Vampire Academy series. So rights go to them.(:
London, England
March 1870
He softly sets the piece of charcoal aside on the table and lifts the paper up at a distance to see his progress. It was difficult to draw her without her being in front of him. Ever since he first arrived in England he's made sure to keep her away at a safe distance.
Maybe it won't happen this time.
Hopefully it won't.
He thought.
She would come up to him everyday. She would always find some excuse to be near him. She was getting to close, that is why he was leaving the next morning. He thought about where he should go.
Peru? India? Maybe even back to America.
He sighed and set the paper down on the table. Leaning over he picked up his tea and took a sip. He felt a familiar warmness spread through his body and he instantly knew it wasn't the tea.
Her.
Whenever she was near heat coursed through his body, he didn't need turn around he knew she was there.
He stood up from his chair and turned around to face her.
Her dark brown almost black hair had fallen out from its braid. She was dressed in a simple white nightgown. He quickly glanced down to see she was barefoot.
How did he not here her come in?
"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" he asks.
"Your door was unlocked",she whispers," I couldn't fall asleep. I thought I should come and talk to you-" she stops to collect her thoughts," Is that your trunk outside? Are you going someplace?"
He could not lie to her and say no. But he could not tell her the truth it will make it worse.
He stood quite thinking of how to respond when she spoke up again," I-is this me? Where you drawing me?" she asks picking up the picture he was previously working on.
"Honey." he responds," Warm honey and milk. It'll help you sleep."
She looks up at him startled," How did you know that? My mother used to give it to me as a child."
He shrugs and turns his back towards her. He wanted to tell her how he knew. Every nerve in his body was urging him to tell her, yet he refrained. She would never know how many night he gave her that very drink and held her till she fell asleep.
She laid a hand on his shoulder causing him to gasp. It was the first time they had touched in the life, the first touch always left him breathless.
"You never answered my question," she said," Are you leaving?"
He nods.
"Take me with you." she whispers.
He takes a step away," No, If you care for me at all you will leave now." he says harshly.
"If I care for you?" she whispers," I love-"
"Don't" he threatens.
"I have to say it. I-I love you. You can't leave now. If you leave-"
"If I leave, I save your life." He said.
It was not up for discussion, he had to leave. If he stayed the past would only repeat itself, like it has so many times before. If he stayed he would only end up torturing the both over and over again.
She grabbed his hand in hers and placed it over her heart. He felt the thin, soft, cotton material beneath his fingers. Her heart was speeding. And just like that any form of self-control he previously obtained started to disintegrate. He was about to take her in his arms when she abruptly pulled away.
The look in her eye, he has seen so many times before.
Was it too late?
She looked back up at him and took a step closer.
"I might be mad but it feels as if we have been here before." she whispers.
It was too late.
This was his chance for this life. The familiar look in her eyes gave it away. It will all end soon, very soon. So he did the only thing he has been craving to do for weeks now.
He pulled her in his arms and smashed his lips to her.
They immediately melted into each other. Pressing themselves as close to the other as possible. He felt himself become light-headed but he couldn't pull away, not just yet. This was his only chance till he had to bear another 17 gruesome years till they crossed paths again.
The fire between them grew hotter and hotter.
Then the room began to shake.
She didn't know, didn't understand what was happening. She was so captivated with this kiss that the world just fell away from her.
He was the only one that knew what was to happen.
He was the only one that endured this pain.
He slowly pulled back and recognition crossed her face.
She knew.
Everything.
Then there was nothing, at all.
She was gone again.
Review, Review, Review!Did you like? Let me know if I should continue this story! Also for those of you who have read my previous story, A Forbidden Love, you know that I let you guys vote for which story you wanted me to write. This story came in at number two, the story that came in as number one was Rose and Dimitri in high school, Dimitri is moroi and Rose is his guardian. I didn't do that one because unlike this one I didn't have much planned for it yet, I have the basic plot but not much. So I decided to try this story first while I brainstorm for that one. (: