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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LONG ETERNITY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In Hemingway, not a lot of people paid mind to my mum and myself, they did not even know my first name. I was referred to 'the pretty girl'. I was a nobody in Hemingway. When I walked inside the castle, it is like my life in Hemingway was another, distant life and I was entering my new life. It is a feeling quite like this: I was a lonely outcast, ignored, and suddenly transformed into this well-known foreigner where everyone wanted to be warmly acquainted with myself; maids and servers smiled kindly, gave me hearty welcomes and hellos and occasionally I felt fingers brush my arm. I felt uncomfortable, awkward, embarrassed, self-conscious, and itching to get away from all the servers smiling pointedly at me.
As if sensing what I was feeling, the young man turned to me and gave me a warm smile, different from the others because his smile reached his eyes. I saw doubt and sadness in everyone's eyes, but when he smiled at me, his were loving and hopeful. I wanted nothing else to do but to lock him and myself in a room and stay there till everyone goes away. Unfortunately, he was leading me to a room where I am to take a bath. I wonder if I really smell bad that the first thing he does is take me to the bathe.
I've heard of tales like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, King Thrushbeard, and such. Where people treat you like a princess or you suddenly transform into one. I was almost tempted to ask the young man, whose name I do not know yet, if he was a prince, or a king.
Then I realized I did not even know his name. Horrified I ask, "Wait a moment, you never told me your name!" The young man at first was shocked, then he laughed so hard tears streamed down his eyes. He turned to me when he settled down and kissed me on my forehead, lips whispering, "It's Thierry." He pulled away and said out loud, "Outsiders call me Lord Thereon, but pay them no mind." My mouth must have been open wide because Thierry laughed and asked, "you heard of me, is it not true?" I nodded. Nate was not lying. Hemingway and beyond has heard of Lord Thereon, the kindest heart in all the land. Women often claimed he is handsome and many tried to catch his fancy but none succeeded . No one…but me.
"W-why do you love me?" Confusion furrowed Thierry's brow.
"What do you mean, Anora?"
I took a deep breath, "I mean, so many beautiful women have tried to catch your fancy and you pick none of them but myself. Why? I am no one special, Thierry. I am a slave now." Thierry was shocked when I told him I was a slave but other than that he seemed to be thinking up of a response. We walked a few more steps past white castle walls and hanging portraits when he stopped in front of a door so full of grandeur and grace it took my breath away.
"I love you simply because I do. Loving you is like breathing air. Easy, simple and fulfilling." Thierry's soft words carried into my ears, tickling the inside and rising the hairs on my neck and arms. I hardly notice that we stopped until Thierry moved forward and opened the beautiful door and guided me inside the room. If the door took my breath away, the room stopped the beating of my heart. Inside were the wonders of the four corners of the Earth; rugs imported from Africa, leather from Italy, fabrics from India and China, gold from the south Americas…it was too much.
I did not notice I was gripping Thierry's arm very hard until he gently pried my fingers off and swept me up in his arms, embracing me.
"I know this is a lot from what you had before, but everything is yours now. My gift to you, love. Will you accept?" I felt myself nod but I could not bring myself to whisper, 'thank you'. Thierry knew I was shocked and surprised beyond normalcy so he put an arm under the back of my knees and his other arm underneath my back. He cradled me to his muscled chest and carried me over to where a porcelain tub, seeming to fit three people and shallow enough to lay in, was already filled with sweet smelling water.
The women servants smiled as Thierry and I approached them but I squirmed in Thierry's arms and hid my face in his neck. These women were vampires; they were beautiful, flawless, and they had pointy predatory teeth. I simply did not want to face them.
Thank god Thierry understood and told the servants, "You are all excused. I will take care of Anora myself." I did not lift my face off his neck, not until I hear dthe door close and Thierry rub my back comfortably and whisper, "Do not worry. It is now, just you and me." I lift my face and search the room. Of course Thierry is telling the truth. He would never do any wrong against me.
My wish for Thierry and I to be locked away in a room far away from those servants is now granted. I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders.
It is just Thierry and myself now.
I look at Thierry and he is looking at me with such aching tenderness in his eyes.
I do not notice myself leaning forward until our lips touch and there is a wonderful explosion in my heart as well as in my mind.
Everything melts away. Everything except…
Thierry.
Nate does not know whether to be happy or to be doubtful. Thierry has found his soul mate once again. However, the girl has sixteen so she should be seventeen soon.
Pity that in all the times Thierry has found his soul mate, she dies before she turns eighteen.
"Dtamn Maya. She is ze oone killing her. I vish somoone just kill her so Lordt Sierry can finally hafe ze haapiness he deserfes." Said Anastasia, a newly turned vampire from Russia. It appears she is the lost Grand Duchess of the Romanov family and she very well looks like Anastasia Romanov. Red hair, blue eyes, delicate pale features, the way she holds her head high and that unmistakable tomboyish air.
"How do you know about Maya?" I ask.
"Vell, I yam new fampire, no? I learn eferyzink of fampire history. Maya is first fampire and Lordt Sierry is secondt. She lofe him, but he dtoes not. Refenke, she seek, and dosvedonya little miss, dties before sefenteen." Anastasia stops and looks at me with worried eyes, mischief all gone. "Little miss has not long." I shrug as if to tell her, 'I do not know if she will live or not'. Still, tears well up in Anastasia's blue eyes and she chokes back a sob. "Poor little mamushka." I lay my hand on her shoulder and she leans against it.
Like myself, Thierry saved Anastasia. Rogue men raided her father's palace and killed everyone in her family, Thierry was watching grimly on the sidelines as another rogue men but he did not do any harm. Thierry was the one that carried the dead bodies of Anastasia and her brother, Tsarevich Alexis, to their graves. However, he waited till everyone disappeared, to get firewood to burn the bodies, to dig up Anastasia and Alexis and give them vampire life. Unfortunately, the rogue men were coming back and Grand Duchess Anastasia and Tsarevich Alexis were the only ones he saved. Still it was enough. Anastasia cares for Thierry and would give up her life for his happiness. Like everyone else he saved. Like myself.
I am about the same age as Thierry, around nineteen, and he wore his long hair in a ponytail unlike Thierry who keeps it loose. Thierry is like a hero to me, a brother.
"Do not cry Anastasia. Thierry is happy. Maybe this time, Maya will not kill Anora." I hope…
Did you guys guess who Nate is?? Hahahh if not then i'll tell you: he's Nilsson in Soulmate. There's a description of him on pg. 455 (begining of chapter 3)