Happy Birthday Eos Blaze 0402


Elena stares at herself in the full length mirror. In just a couple of hours, she'll be marrying the love of her life, Damon Salvatore. Allowing herself to daydream for a few moments, she thinks about what marriage to him really means. It's more than just a ring or a piece of paper signed... It's the union of two hearts beating as one, each willing to sacrifice for the other's happiness and wellbeing. And lastly it's something meant to be cherished like a blossoming rose, its radiant petals unfurling under the warm summer sun.

Two years ago, she never could have envisioned this day. Her life had been one of fear, pain, scars, broken bones, bruises and isolation. But she doesn't want to think about him today or ever again, he's her past, Damon and their daughter, Olivia are her future. She smiles at the thought of her little girl. Sheila Bennett is babysitting today but they'll be there in time for the ceremony.

Hearing the door crack, Elena looks up, smiling when her mom, Caroline and Liz walk in. "You look beautiful, sweetheart."

"Thank you mom, for everything."

"Of course, Elena. I'm so glad the dress fits, you wear it so much better than I did."

"That's not true, Miranda," Bonnie scoffs. "I've seen your wedding picture, Gray told me that you were the most beautiful bride he's ever seen and you're still the only girl for him."

"Somehow I snagged one of the good ones," she reminisces, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Elena's ear.

"Have you seen Damon?"

"I have, that man is a vision, let me tell you," Caroline laughs, as she works some flowers into the weave of her hair. "Now sit yourself down so I can do your makeup and finish your hair."

"Yes, mam," Elena mock salutes and takes the seat. While Care works her magic, her mind is only on his blue eyes, not the ordinary sky blue, they are blue like the sea, crystal clear blue-shimmering, crashing and turning. When she looks in them, she can almost hear the waves lapping against the shore.


In the half light of the hallway, a thin man lurks in the shadows, staring like a cobra seeking it's prey. An evil glint is the only light in his inky black eyes, the dark hue matching the smudges beneath them. Imitating a tarantula's scuttle, he stealthily makes his way down the stairs. Hearing laughter, his hardened features soften slightly when the corners of his mouth lift slowly into a bright but false smile. The door is slightly ajar. He watches as she brings one knee in to meet the other like some little girl waiting for a gelato, but this is no Italian plaza in summer time.

As quietly as a church mouse, he backs into another room. Reaching behind him, he pulls out his 10mm Glock Automatic. Not willing to risk anything to chance, he makes sure it's fully loaded and then slips out of the room, determined to meet his target.

With steady footsteps it draws closer and, without even a warning noise, a hand raises the pistol. The young woman turns, her eyes meeting the cold, rigid black ones of the man glowering at her. His voice is like the magma chamber of a volcano, deep, but calm and deadly. "It's time."

Gunshots come thick like summer hail. The tiny projectiles cut through the frozen air, oblivious to their purpose. Each one rips into something, be it an inanimate object or the living, spilling nothing at all or blood with equal unfeeling.

She drops, still perfect: soft cherry lips, hair arranged with every strand in place, ivory skin, angelic with closed lashes of thick black mascara. The man drops the gun and disappears, the sounds of footsteps the only noise for a millisecond before the first agonizing cry is heard.

The older woman drops down to the body, a scream tearing through her like a great shard of glass. It's one of hysteria and disbelief bordering on sheer terror.

Caroline's in shock, her eyes widen and her pulse quickens, her heart is thudding like a rock rattling in a metal box. The screams come again.

Desperate...

Terrified...

Human...

The blood drains from Caroline's face, before she's even aware of making a conscious decision her legs are pounding furiously up the stairs.

In shock herself, Liz calls 911, telling them to get there fast. Although it's only been seconds but it already feels like hours. Another scream, the kind that makes a person's blood run cold tears through room and she's shocked to know it came from her own lips. Adrenaline surges through her veins, fight or flight, stand or run, be a hero or a coward. Taking a breath, she grabs the first thing she can find and puts pressure on the wound.

Blood soaks into the fabric of Elena's wedding gown, radiating outward in ghoulish snake-like tendrils. Liz yells at Miranda to get her husband, the doctor. In shock, she can only stare as the color drains from her daughter's face.

Taking the distraught woman's hands, Liz presses them against the wound so she can go for help. Just as she stands, the police and paramedics pour into the room.


We're very anxious to hear your thoughts. We hope you enjoyed the prologue.

The title comes from the 'Krypteria' song of the same name.

Thank you Eva.

We're so close to finishing up WTTJ and when the last sentence is dotted, there will be a double update day.

Eos Blaze 0402 posted a DE o/s yesterday called 'Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea'. It and her DE story 'Only You' are stunning.

Have a terrific day and weekend. And thank you all, you're the best. We'll see you soon with chapter 2...