The date was May 23rd 1864. The summer was just beginning, you could see the baby birds starting to take flight, and the air held a different feeling of warmth and life.
Lady Petrova had just entered Mystic Falls with her lady in waiting Miss Bennett. Needless to say I was nervous, with Damon in the army and father already looking for a wife for me despite the fact that I'm only 17, I'm tense without the thought of lady visitors. Now I must entertain our guests who are staying indefinitely.
All Father had told me is that Lady Petrova's family died in a horrible fire in Georgia, and Miss Bennett continues to be Lady Petrova's lady in waiting even now. I must say I feel much sorrow on behalf of Lady Petrova, but I am still very unsure of their staying here.
I walked outside when I heard the carriages making their way around the corner. I made sure that my clothes were acceptable for meeting these ladies before going outside.
I can already see, through the window, the outline of whom I assume is Miss Petrova. I walk down the stairs of the entrance and let her carriage-man open her door.
Then she walked out.
I felt as if just the sight in front of me answered all questions. She had olive skin, looking so soft, like it was made of the silk of pure moonlight. Her chocolate brown hair was done up into a bun, revealing her swan-like neck that descended into her collarbones. I could only imagine what it would be like to kiss her neck and collarbones. To have her in my arms. To have her be mine.
As my eyes rise, they fall upon her face. The beauty of Miss Petrova could rival that of Aphrodite, for I felt as if I was staring not only into the face, but the soul of a goddess. Her eyes were pools of beautiful brown, which I could not swim out of. Her cheekbones held the perfect amount of blush in such contrast to her tan skin.
Then my eyes met her eyes and I felt a need. A need for this woman standing in front of me who could not be more than 16. This woman whose eyes held every answer to every question. Every fear and doubt in my mind, soul, and body was abolished in one look. Gazing into her eyes, I felt the bravery of a lion, to tackle the world, so long as this woman continued to look at me, what had I to fear? If she stopped looking at me, I had only her to fear.
There was not a doubt in my mind that in some past life, I loved this woman, I could see it written in her eyes and imprinted on her face. Our souls were entwined and destined to meet again and again.
If only I could touch her. I feel if I did, I would either burn at the spot, or never let go.
Only then had I realized that seconds passed and I had not said a word, "You must be Miss Petrova." I took her hand but dared not to kiss it. Not yet.
She looked me straight in the eyes once more and said, "Please, call me Elena."
Elena. The name fitted her perfectly. In Italian, the name means, shining light. This girl would be my light. I would follow her like a ship to a lighthouse. I would love her, until her light no longer burned.
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A new story! Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to test out this idea that I've had for a while. Leave comments if you think I should continue this story!
I'm working on 12 Days is Enough Chapter 8. But it's finals week in high school and I'm only a freshman soooo I definitely have to study, but I will make sure to make time for you guys!
