Here's my fanfic on Indigo Spell; the third book in Bloodlines series. This chapter is from Adrian's POV. Do let me know what you think :)
Sydney.
Ten days and counting..
I signed; I hadn't seen her for ten days since -well, the incident- and I knew for sure that she was avoiding me. I had no regret about that kiss, in fact, I'd do it again if I had the chance. Not that I would have even a possibility of that now. Before, I was passively dying to let her know how I felt, especially when her obliviousness pricked me viciously each time I tried to drop a hint. I'd felt like Mr Knightly at some point, blindly envious of Belikov, although no longer because of Rose; because his secret was out and mine remained trapped between the beating valves of my heart.
Art was my only mean of escaping. I tried several times in vain to capture the colour of her eyes as she stared in horror at me, the bliss in her eyelids as she melted into our kiss, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips like children begging for candy. All those beautiful features refused to be imprisoned on my page, reminding me that they belonged to Sydney alone. In the end, I thrashed paint wildly and dropped onto the couch, surrendering myself to an emergency bottle of cognac. Guilt came later in the face of Jill but the thrumming that the drinks gave drowned down everything.
'Stop it Adrian. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You can't lose Sydney like Rose,' a reasoned voice chastised in my mind. 'The hell I can,' I shouted at the lifeless paintings, ' I am Adrian and I can do what I want.'
"It's time then that you realise you can't," came a voice. Had I imagined that? "Agent Scar- I mean, Sonya..?" I trailed of bewildered. "Yes Adrian," she said with mock sympathy, " don't just sit around feeling sorry for yourself.."
"Oh not you too," I cut in, "'Adrian! Stop feeling sorry for yourself, stop sitting around.' Am I really that pathetic? Look what happened the last time I listened to someone who said that! And Rose before that! I am trying, ok? Just stop telling me I can be better and better because .." I trailed off, inhaling a deep breath after my mini soliloquy. Exhaustion grabbed my body, my mind numbing down, too depressed to delve deeper and give it more thought.
Sonya stepped forward towards me and I half expected Dimitri to also emerge from the shadows beyond the doorway but thankfully, she came alone. She perched herself beside me and sighed in exasperation. "You know, I never took you for a sore loser," she said in an annoyingly sing-song voice, "you still have time. You didn't expect her to return your feelings straightaway did you? Give her time and space, she'll come around. Your love will win."
Despite the cheese, I felt rather relaxed at her words. If Rose and Dimitri's love could break those barriers, then me and Sydney can too. Except one problem, Sydney needs to feel the same way about me.
"You do know Sydney feels the same about you right?" Sonya said suddenly, eerily almost as though she could read my thoughts.
"How would you know?" I asked grumpily.
"Auras," she grinned triumphantly.
"Well so can I," I argued.
"When you're each other, your auras, they glow. A bright golden colour, like a star.." she said, shutting me up. Breaking away from her thoughts, she smiled warmly at me. I felt a pang in my heart-I missed my mom, and I felt like a lost young boy again, yearning for his mothers firmly safe grip. Not that I would admit that, of course. I am Adrian Ivashkov, the infamously arrogant, flippant vampire.
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, Dimitri stormed in- visibly shaken, panting as though he'd run all the way. "Oh great, our Russian friend is here too- we're a family again!" I sneered, trying to drag out all the dark feelings from myself. His attention was elsewhere though,'the situation must be dire enough,' I thought grimly.
My sarcasm dried up as he spoke the next words. "
Sydney is missing."