Hello all:) I was in a brain fart with my two other stories so I decided to start a new one that I feel absolutely passionate about writing. I got this idea after watching "Blood and Chocolate". I wanted to experiment with what would happen if Vivian intervened in the whole fight sequence with Aiden and Rafe in the church. I'm pretty much sure I have this all figured out in my head as to what I want to go on in this story but review and suggestions are always welcome:) And as always I am imperfect in my grammar and spelling and such so you don't have to point out what I already know. I think story line is much MUCH more important:) I hope you all enjoy this!!
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Vivian woke to the bright afternoon sun that pierced through her bedroom window. She wasn't sure what the time was but she couldn't care less. As far as she was concerned she could just stay in the curled up position on her bed, piles of wadded up blankets surrounding her worn out form. Her entire body was numb with emotional pain. She wished she would never feel anything ever again. Not even joy, hurt, or love. Especially not love. It seemed like forever ago when she was begging Aiden to have nothing to do with her. To just get out of her life while he could before he would get hurt. Her mind was racing with the memory:
"What does he mean you're taken?" Aiden asked obviously confused.
"I cant continue with this." She was purposely trying to ignore his question.
"Vivian?" The look on his face was desperately pleading to know what was going on in her secretive life.
"I'm taken as in I'm supposed to be marrying someone else." Her words jumbled out together in a big heap. Someone else as in Gabriel and marrying as in mates for the next seven years until she was worthless and would be left as scrap on the side of the road. She would much rather be married to Aiden. Someone who would love her for her, not for a stupid prophecy. But for her tail? Definitely not.
"What?" She couldn't meet the hurt in his eyes. But she did hear fully the hurt and even deeper confusion in his voice.
"I tried to keep you from me. I tried…" She could barely keep her voice from cracking and attempted to paste a blank look on her face even though inside she was crumbling. "Guess this is goodbye…" Before she would let her emotions make her weak she abruptly spun around and walked down the rest of the alley they were stopped in.
"Vivian! Don't…" She picked up her pace and turned the corner as fast as she could brushing the wetness from under her eyes and what was starting to trace down her cheeks. She then picked up a tremendous speed and sprinted the rest of the way home. Away from his voice.
(Back to present)
It would be better this way. He wouldn't have to be hurt by Rafe or anyone else belonging to the pack. Vivian continued to stare at her window at nothing in particular for what seemed like a few days until her aunt Astrid softly knocked on her bedroom door.
"Vivian…Its nearly 5." Vivian didn't reply. "Vivian are you feeling ok?" no, of course she was not feeling anywhere near ok. With the second no response her aunt cautiously pushed open the door, almost as if she was afraid of what she would find behind the door. She breathed a sigh of relief at her nieces breathing form curled up on the bed. Immediately as her fears of finding a dead or missing niece vanished new fears emerged. "What's wrong?" her hint of a Romanian accent turning the words into poetry. "Cramps? Do you need some Tylenol?" Vivian couldn't take all this questioning.
"No. I'm fine." Hoping to have her aunt leave her so she could continue rotting the rest of her life away on her bed.
"You know that kind of response won't get me to leave you alone. Now what is going on?" Her brow wrinkled in deep concern.
"Just leave. Please."
"Vivian…" Vivian had had enough.
"Leave!" her aunt was shocked with all the anger and pain that was thrown into the one word. Without another try she left the room.
It was none of her aunts business. Most likely she would have told her that she made the right choice for not only her but the pack. But that was the last thing she wanted to hear. She was sick of her decisions revolving around what was right for the pack. How could she spend the rest of her life helping out people, if you could even call them that, she loathed the most. The people who she wished she was in no way related to. How she even loathed herself. Especially at this moment in her life.
Finally, almost as if resolving the battle in her mind, Vivian rolled off of her bed and onto her feet. She couldn't waste the rest of her life wishing that she could tell Aiden all her thoughts and feelings she hid from him. She couldn't stand living the next seven years of her life knowing she gave up her maybe only chance of love. She had made up her mind. She was done living her life for the pack.
