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Chapter Nine
~Come Back to Me~
~Stefan!~
Third Person
Vasya and Stefan made their way down the halls of the House of Night, earning awe stricken gazes from the fledglings that were making their way back to classes.
"What is going on in here!" A familiar voice boomed, sounding utterly pissed. Zoey froze as she turned the corner, meeting familiar eyes.
"Zoey Redbird." Stefan said with a sweet, loving smile on his face.
Zoey was frozen, not knowing what to do. It wasn't like with Kalona, but she was still unable to move, frozen to her core.
"Zoey?" Kalona rounded the corner, Vasilia at his side.
Kalona froze when he saw Stefan. His eyes widened, both in shock and in horror.
"Oh Goddess!" He breathed.
"S-Stefan!" Zoey stuttered.
Kalona looked down at her, shocked.
"You know him?" He whispered, grasping her by the arm. Zoey didn't look away from the new immortal standing before her. She shook her head slightly.
"You do not remember me?" Stefan asked, amused. Zoey narrowed her eyes in confusion and concentration.
Vasilia didn't even look at Zoey as she sent her deception to her.
"No." Zoey found herself saying. She was confused as to why she had just lied. Her face betrayed nothing, though. She was receiving the Power of Vasya, Goddess of Vengeance and Deception.
Vasilia knew exactly what was going on. She pulled away from Kalona and stormed towards Vasya.
"Syprus!" She nearly yelled, power leaking into her voice.
Vasya's eyes flashed brighter as she glared at Vasilia.
"It's Vasya." She snarled.
"Shut up, Syprus!" Vasilia snapped, sounding 100% Diva Bitch. She put her hands on her hips as she stood in front of her sister
"What the hell is the matter with you!" She nearly yelled. "Did you not listen to a word mom said! Or do you just not care? Last time I checked, you wanted to be human. This is not how you act human, in case you haven't noticed."
Vasya was stunned at how Vasilia was acting. She knew that this was nothing like the softie she knew.
Zoey was suddenly standing there, right in front of Stefan. Without moving her gaze from his, she placed her hand on Vasilia's shoulder.
"Leave now. Go with Stark to his room." She said. "Classes are canceled until further notice!"
Everyone, slowly, made their way to the dorms, constantly glancing back at Stefan.
"Zoey. Is there something you need of me?" Stefan asked, a smirk on his face.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Simple. Vasya released me." Kalona gasped.
"Vasya?" He whispered, looking at who he knew as Syprus. Vasya met his gaze and something flashed in her eyes. They went a soft red for about a second before they went back to their glimmering ruby red.
That was what filled Kalona with a glimpse of hope. If only he wasn't with Darkness, he could save her. If only he could feel love, other than for his goddess, he could save her. If only he hadn't fallen, he could save her.
If only...
"You released him?" Kalona asked, trying not to sound as horrified as he felt.
Vasya shrugged looking bored.
"He called to me, I went to him. I released him." She said.
"Do you have any idea what you have done?" Kalona breathed. Vasya rolled her eyes with a sigh.
"I just released an evil immortal who tried to kill the Goddess of Night so he could rule the world and the Otherworld but was trapped by you and Nyx." Vasya pretended to think. She smiled sweetly. "Yeah. I think I do."
Kalona was astounded at how normal she was acting. Or, well, as normal as she could be while she was with Darkness.
"Come, my Queen." Stefan murmured.
"Your Queen?" Zoey asked, hands on her hips. Stefan smiled warmly at the High Priestess.
"She is my Queen, my goddess..." Stefan trailed off, gazing down at his priestess. He wrapped his arms around the little goddess. Vasya leaned into him, closing her eyes, a smile on her face.
My love." He whispered.
"Go to my room... I have a feeling you know where it is." Stefan nodded. Vasya kissed him softly on his lips and his arms tightened around her. "I'll be there soon. I have to talk to them."
Stefan nodded and, kissing her once more, he left.
"Vasya?" Kalona looked broken. He was hurt and scared.
Vasya opened her mouth to say something, anything, but Darkness wrapped around her, intensifying until he was suddenly there.
"Oh Goddess!" Stevie Rae breathed, taking a step back.
"Red One." Darkness said in his evil voice.
Vasya leaned into him, her hands resting on his chest.
Eyes still on the Red One, Darkness gently grasped both of her wrists, pulling her closer to him.
"You never did pay your debt." He said with an evil, eager smile.
Rephaim stepped in front of Stevie Rae protectively.
"You will not touch her." He said, totally pissed.
Darkness laughed, the horrible sound echoing through the entire House of Night.
Darkness absently wrapped his arms around Vasya's waist, causing her to sigh. His eyes went down to her as he smiled seductively.
"Darkness!" Zoey snapped. His gaze snapped to hers.
"Zoey. How wonderful to see you again." He said knowingly.
"Again?" Stevie Rae cried. "What does he mean by again?"
Zoey raised her hand for her to shut up.
"Remember our deal?" Zoey said with a glare so intense, Vasya nearly fell over.
"Yes, Zoeybird. I believe I do." He said with a smirk. "And you have done well on your part. I might even cut your time in half." Zoey raised a brow.
"Why wouldn't I?" She asked. Darkness looked at her, amused. She just shrugged. "Why would I not do my part when we both know that that would just make things a thousand times worse than it already is?"
Darkness threw his head back and laughed.
Vasya whimpered, needing him.
Darkness immediately stopped laughing, stroking Vasya's cheek, giving her all of his undivided attention.
"Please?" She whispered, her voice filled with so much desperation.
Darkness kissed her softly on her lips. Vasya sighed as the others gawked at the two, stunned and disgusted.
Vasya sighed happily as she rested her head on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her small waist.
"What. The. Hell!" Zoey said.
"Nothing." Darkness said dismissively. He pulled back enough to look at Vasya.
"I must leave." He said softly.
"No!" Vasya cried.
"Your mother is coming." He said grimly, just as she appeared.
"Darkness." Nyx said, her voice cold as ice.
Vasya hissed from Darkness's arms as she turned. Nyx's eyes widened in horror.
Darkness kissed Vasya's neck and the goddess closed her eyes, a smile on her face.
"Syprus!" Nyx exclaimed.
"It's Vasya." Darkness corrected.
Vasya lifted her arm to wrap it around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. But, after a few seconds, he pulled away.
"I must go." He whispered sadly. Vasya nodded, tears in her eyes. He smiled down at her, love in his eyes. "I will return, my love."
Then he disappeared.
Vasya glared at Nyx.
"Thanks a lot, Mother!" She snapped. Nyx was suddenly in front of her daughter.
"Vasya?" She breathed. Vasya looked away from the disappointed and utterly brokenhearted look in her mother's eyes.
"Why?" A single tear fell down Nyx's face. That broke Vasya.
She threw her arms around her mother, sobbing.
"I'm sorry, Mother." She whispered. She pulled away. "I have to go."
"Where?" Nyx asked warily.
"My room. To Stefan." Vasya said simply. Nyx put her hand over her heart, her face turning white as a ghost.
She turned to Kalona.
"Where is Vasilia?" She asked meaningfully. Kalona hesitated for the slightest moment, too caught up in her beauty to respond immediately. He shook his head, blinking to clear it of the daze she always put him in.
"She's with her boyfriend." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Her boyfriend?" Vasya asked, her eyes going back to their soft red.
"Stark." He said slowly.
"Stark?" Zoey asked, shock and amused at this statement.
"I so totally knew it." Vasya said haughtily. Her eyes were ruby once more, glimmering in the light of the full moon.
Beware. The Beast is back.
Vasya froze at Darkness's voice.
"What do you mean, my love?" She asked aloud. She suddenly shivered, overcome by terror. Darkness overwhelmed her. She looked at Zoey who looked horrified. She also looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"Zoeybird? What is wrong?" Nyx asked, concerned.
Zoey slowly raised a shaking hand as her body trembled. She pointed behind Vasya.
Vasya felt a new pull. A pull even stronger than Kalona's or Stefan's.
Vasya slowly turned and felt her heart drop.
She made her way down the hall, face blank. She stopped when she was only a few feet away from the little group.
She folded her arms across her chest as she sneered at Zoey.
"Hello, again, Zoey." Jezabells said.
—
"Who the hell are you?" Loren demanded, his arm around Zoey.
"You never told your friends about me? I'm insulted." She said before she looked at the others, purposefully avoiding his gaze. "I'm Jezabells."
Loren went white, but said nothing. What could he say? That this was his daughter that he hadn't seen since she was eight years old? The, not only was he a father, but the mother of his child was Neferet? Yeah. That wouldn't roll over too well.
Her figure was slim and nearly perfect. Her auburn colored hair was long and wavy like silk. Her skin was a perfect sandy color. She was shorter than the others. She couldn't have been more than fifteen years old. And, to top it all off, she had algae green eyes.
Eyes that Zoey knew too well.
"Want to tell them, Zoey? Or shall I?" Jezabells asked with an evil smile.
Zoey swallowed hard. Zoey smiled at Nyx and nodded her head once.
"Be safe, Zoeybird." Nyx whispered as she hugged her special fledgling. Zoey laughed softly.
"I'm not sure that's possible, but I'll try." She whispered back. Nyx disappeared, and Zoey took a deep breath.
"This is Jezabells. I've known her for about two years." Zoey started. "Two years ago, I found out about her. She was hidden in a dark room. She was skin and bones and looked horrible. Well... Neferet didn't want anyone to know about her, so she bound me to secrecy. If I were to tell anyone, I would die. And not in a pleasant way, might I add."
Jezabells rolled her beautiful green eyes and snorted.
"So... who exactly are you?" Loren asked. Jezabells sneered at the Poet Laureate.
"You already know that answer to that, Poet Boy." She said.
She looked back at Zoey.
"Poet Boy?" Loren asked, amused.
"Imma go ahead and tell you four little words that terrifies everyone that meets me." Jezabells said, making her way towards him. She folded her arms across her chest. Her eyes sparkled in recognition. She remembered hi, and she was pissed to high hell, too. He had left her.
He promised he would never leave her, that he would never let anything or anyone hurt her, and he ditched her.
"Back. The fuck. Off." She said slowly, sounding 100% Diva Bitch.
Loren just gaped at her, unsure of what to say.
Vasya snorted before she laughed. She made her way to her dorm room, then.
She grinned when she saw a completely naked immortal in her bed.
She made her way over to him as he smiled down at her. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms.
The little goddess crawled into bed, under the covers.
She hummed as she ran her hands down Stefan's chest, bringing her lips to his.
Stefan pushed Vasya onto her back. He propped himself up with his arm, leaning over her. He kissed her once... twice... three times before Vasya finally wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
They stayed like that, kissing each other, for what seemed like forever.
Vasya moaned when Stefan's hand slid down her body, resting over her hot and tingling core.
He was suddenly hovering over her, eyes flashing with pure lust.
"Take me, Stefan." Vasya whispered.
—
"Where have you been?" Vasilia demanded when she saw her sister, Stefan at her side, making their way through the Dining Hall.
Vasya looked exhausted. There were light circles under her eyes. Her hair was ruffled more than usual. And her pupils were dilated.
Vasilia shot up from her seat.
"What the hell have you done!" She nearly screamed. Zoey and the gang looked up from their table.
Vasya just looked at her sister like it was just like any other day.
"You really need to ask that?" Vasya asked, raising a brow, looking completely bored.
"You had sex with an evil immortal!" Vasilia exclaimed. Vasya shrugged as she passed her sister and sat down next to Kalona, Stefan sitting on the opposite side of her.
Vasya could feel the tension radiating off of Kalona. She looked at Stefan.
"Stefan, baby? Can you leave us for a moment? I need to talk to Zoey and the Nerd Herd, my crazy, oblivious sister, and her fallen-for-a-thousand-years immortal bodyguard."
Jezabells choked on her drink as she laughed.
Stefan chuckled, kissed Vasya softly on her lips, and left.
Vasya turned to glare at her sister.
"Nothing is wrong with me, Vasilisa." She said calmly.
Vasilia flinched at her old name.
It had been a few lifetimes since she had been called Vasilisa. She had never liked the name. Ever since Vasya had broken through.
Vasilia was known as Vasilisa during the Dark Times, the times when Syprus was known as Vasya.
Vasya knew exactly what Vasilia was thinking, and she didn't like it.
What the others didn't seem to get was that she wasn't the same Vasya that went completely ballistic almost fifteen years ago.
She still had control over herself. She still knew who she was. She was doing these things because, well... she wanted to. She wanted power... and Power. Two different things there.
There where two kinds of "power". There was power, having dictation over smaller beings. And then there was Power, the magic and power that only gods and goddesses possessed.
Vasya wanted both. And she would do anything to get it. She would kill anyone to get to it.
But she wasn't crazy, like last time.
She was actually thinking, this time. She knew what she was doing. She wasn't trying to take over the world, either world.
That's what they couldn't see.
Vasya's gaze went to Kalona. His golden eyes bore into hers.
Vasya's... they were no longer ruby red. They were soft, sparkling like they never had before. Vasya's eyes glimmered, and only when she was really angry.
Vasilia's eyes sparkled... all the time, unless she was sad.
But Vasya's... Syprus's... never sparkled.
But here she was, eyes sparkling and filled with love and sadness.
Kalona smiled sadly at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. She stood and, wrapping her arms around his neck, sat in his lap. She brought her lips to his ear.
"Help me control it." She whispered for him alone. "I'm still me. But I need help."
Kalona was frozen with shock and fear.
Vasya pulled away and caressed his cheek.
"Mae Äna." She breathed, using the **Ancient Spirit language that the ancient people used to speak.
"Old One." Kalona murmured. Vasya grinned and nodded before she kissed him, long and hard.
The kiss was filled with desperation, need, fear. She was screaming at him to help her. Save her.
His arms wrapped around the young goddess, pulling her closer to him. He needed her. He wanted her as close to him as possible.
No matter how tight he held her, it wasn't enough. It was like he was scared she would disappear.
Little did he know that she felt exactly the same.
—
Kalona and Vasya lay on the giant king-sized bed, holding each other.
Vasya buried her face in his chest.
She suddenly looked up at him.
"What do I do?" She asked, her voice weak and pathetic.
Kalona wasn't really sure what she was talking about. There were many things that they needed to clear up, and he wasn't particularly sure which one she spoke of.
"About what?" He asked softly.
"Stefan... me... everything!" She cried the last word, tears in her eyes.
"Sh, sh. Don't cry, my little goddess." Kalona whispered, holding her tighter. Vasya was close to not being able to breathe, he was holding her so tight, but she didn't care. It still wasn't tight enough. She wanted him to hold her tighter... tighter... until she lost herself in him.
"What about Darkness?" Kalona whispered after a long while of silence.
Vasya began to panic once more.
"There is nothing to do about him." She said, scared the Kalona would try to take him away.
"You shouldn't be scared of him." Kalona said, though he knew she should. He was shocked, and confused, when she laughed.
"Silly, Äna. I am not scared of him." She said.
"Then what are you scared of?" He asked. Her smile faded instantly and her eyes went wide, tears welling up in them.
"That you might take him away from me." She whispered, her voice breaking.
Tendrils of Darkness wrapped around the girl, caressing every part of her body.
I will never leave you, my love. Vasya hummed at the sound of his voice.
Everyone, even Kalona, heard a disgusting creature when Darkness spoke. Evil, malice... Darkness.
But Vasya... Vasya heard a beautiful song. She loved him more than anything. She didn't care that it was sick and wrong and everything that wasn't good or Light.
She loved him, was in love with him, and nothing was ever going to change that.
Kalona watched his little goddess as Darkness held her in his own spectral embrace. He couldn't wrap his head around it, the love and adoration in Vasya's eyes. It was clear as day. But there was something else...
Sadness.
A never ending sadness in the depths of her soft red eyes that held so many secrets.
Darkness slid around her body, holding her tight, before he released her.
Vasya let out a small cry, but Darkness disappeared.
She knew why, of course.
Light surrounded this House of Night. Zoey, along with her circle and many others, had cast a circle around the entire Tulsa House of Night. It made it harder for Darkness to enter. It was one of the many reasons why Kalona wasn't nearly as evil as he was.
"You love him." It wasn't a question, bu Vasya nodded anyways.
"But I know I can't be with him." She said with sad eyes and a sad sigh.
She then looked up at Kalona.
"But... I have you." She said, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. She pushed herself even closer to the immortal.
"And that's enough..." She trailed off, a odd look on her face. "Well... no... it's like..." She took a deep breath and started over.
"No matter how close I am to you, it's never enough. I can't get enough of you." She said, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she spoke.
Kalona smiled down at his little goddess.
He pushed her onto her back and laid on top of her.
Vasya's eyes closed slowly as he held her to him, his weight pressing down on her.
And, as they held each other, reveling in each others' embrace, Vasya began to question her "everything".
She loved Darkness more than life itself. She would give up, literally, anything for him.
But... she loved Kalona. There was no doubt about it. She had fallen hard and fast for the immortal.
Her arms went around Kalona, pressing him even closer, humming in pleasure, a smile on her face.
"What are you thinking about?" Kalona asked. Vasya opened her eyes and looked into his.
"You." She said softly.
Kalona grinned and rolled them over so that they were on their sides.
"What about me?" He asked.
Vasya caressed his cheek gently.
"Well... I was thinking about how I love Darkness, that he's my everything. Then I went back over it. I always thought there was only one "everything" for a person." She said softly.
"Only one person that could make your heart stop, make you want to die for them. But... then I met you. I feel... different. Well... it's a familiar feeling but not yet the same." She said, her lips lingering over his.
"You make my heart stop. You make me want to die for you. I would do anything for you. I would even resign as a goddess if it meant I could be with you."
Kalona was stunned and frozen when she spoke those words.
Resigning as a goddess was major. It was a last resort with any situation and rarely ever happened. Only one goddess had ever resigned. Her Warriors and all of her people were at stake. If she didn't resign... all of them would die.
"And... now I know." Vasya continued. "There is more than one "everything" for a person. I've found two. I've found you." She brushed her lips over his, pressing them harder against his, but not nearly enough.
Her lips still on his, she spoke.
"I love you, Kalona. More than anything." She murmured.
And that was it for Kalona.
He pressed his lips hard against hers, earning a small moan from her.
Her hand ran up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer.
He pulled away when he knew she needed air. He kissed her neck, sucking on the skin there.
Vasya arched her back, wanting... needing... more.
He slid her shirt up and over her head.
Her bra was next.
Vasya suddenly found themselves lying before each other, naked.
Kalona's touch was soft and gentle. Loving.
He slowly ran his hands up and down her body, lingering over her wet center before moving back up again. He did the same once... twice... three more times before he left his hand there.
He pressed his hand harder against her before rubbing over her hot core.
She gasped softly, which ended in a moan.
He kissed her again, rubbing harder and faster.
"More..." She cried against his lips, her voice soft, quiet, and pleading.
And, like he would do with anything else, he obliged, giving her what she wanted, what she so desperately needed.
Vasya arched her back as her vision went black, stars bursting before her, reminding her of the night sky thanks to Vasilia.
Kalona moaned into her mouth as his little goddess reached her peak.
He lay on his side, holding her to him.
Vasya looked up at him, and Kalona couldn't help but to gasp at what he saw.
Her eyes were a perfect ruby red, the most beautiful in the universe. They sparkled like crazy, more than a ruby itself.
They were filled with pure love and desire as they stared back at him.
Kalona's hand slowly slid up her side and then to the stone that rested on her chest.
He winced at the immediate spark, a mild, but still pretty strong, shock jolting through his body.
"Daddy's not happy with you being with me." Vasya said, her voice soft and quiet, like a little girl.
Kalona kissed her softly.
"Well too bad. He can deal." Kalona said. "He can't keep me away from my little goddess. Mine."
He kissed her again.
"I love you, Vasya." He murmured.
He gasped as a familiar pain flowed through him.
Vasya cried out in joy as she saw his wings turn from black, to bronze.
He was in the Ranks.
He looked up at her, wondering why he immediately felt wary at her knowing smile.
She knelt down next to him on the floor.
"You're wings. They're bronze." She whispered. He looked at them and, sure enough, they were bronze. They shimmered very slightly, but it was there.
He looked at Vasya, confused.
"You're in the Ranks."
Vasya pulled Kalona onto the bed, taking a deep breath.
"The Ranks are for immortals. But not just any immortals. They're like you, they all have wings, they can't die, obviously, and they have all been where you have been for the past bajillion years." She said it in such an off-hand way that Kalona couldn't help but laugh.
Vasya sighed almost dreamily at the sound.
Kalona smiled seductively as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.
Vasya wrapped her arms around him tightly, pulling both of them closer. They held each other just as tight as before, never wanting to let each other go.
"So, the Ranks are for special immortals. They all start out as fallen." Vasya continued. She was now sitting in his lap, both sitting Indian style.
His left arm was wrapped lazily around her waist, while his other hand rested on her most sensitive area.
He gently stroked, causing her to shiver and lean back into him.
"I love you." She said softly, pulling the blanket over their laps in case someone where to catch them.
"I love you, too, my little goddess." He said with a small smile.
"Anyways, everyone starts out as fallen," She started where she left off. "They live in the Realm of the Lost, an ancient Realm in the Otherworld. But, unlike the Otherworld, it isn't run by just one god or goddess. In the Realm of the Lost, there are many parts... kingdoms, if you will.
"Each kingdom has a... role model, I guess you would say. The Golden Wings are at the top of the Ranks. It takes forever to get to gold. That means that their wings are gold, by the way. Then you have white, then silver, then bronze. Then you have the Seniors. Their wings are different. With the seniors, they have a really dark, velvet red at the bottom, then you have a lighter, blood red color. Then you have the juniors. Their wings, from bottom to top, are a deep, velvet blue, and then there's a light, velvet sky blue. Then you have the freshmen. Theirs, from bottom to top, is a deep, velvet green. Then, of course, a lighter, velvet emerald.
"Next you have the Juniors. They are different from the Senior juniors. The Seniors is the actual group, but there are different ranks within that Rank. The Juniors are for the kids. And, because immortals don't really age, it's almost impossible for them to get on to the Seniors.
"So, as I was saying, theirs are much, much different from the other Ranks. From bottom to top, the WR, Wing Rank, is black, though that's with everyone, as I said, then it changes. They don't really change color for a little while. Instead, they change in appearance. When they come to the Ranks, their wings are messy, unkempt. As they get higher up in their Rank, they get... cleaner. They a Cleansed of Darkness. The immortal is then Purified by Nyx. Their wings start to shimmer and, whatever their soul is like, they get undertones. Like... I know this one girl who has dark blue undertones. Her soul is blue. That means she's calm, trustworthy, kind, laid-back. Those kind of things.
"Another friend of mine has red undertones." Vasya suddenly laughed. "Temper. Red means feisty, they have a temper, independent, hotheaded."
"So... how does one get into the Ranks?" Kalona asked curiously.
"They are Chosen by Nyx herself." Another voice answered for Vasya. The goddess in training looked down at the blankets before she crawled out of Kalona's lap.
Kalona glanced between his little goddess and the strange immortal standing before them.
She had light, golden blonde hair with a single black lock hanging in her face. Her eyes were pure white with little black streaks that went from the outside line of the iris, to the pupil itself.
Her figure was slime, tiny, even. Though she looked more than healthy.
Her skin was a luminescent white.
"Kalona. You must come with me." The immortal girl said.
"I will go nowhere." He said, reaching for Vasya. She cringed away, changing her eyes so they wouldn't betray the pain she was feeling, wouldn't let the tears that threatened to fall to stream down her face.
"Vasya?"
"You must go." She said, her voice a thousand times stronger than she felt. "She is the Chosen One. She is Nyx's Immortal."
The girl beckoned him to her and he, reluctantly, went over to her, shocked to find himself completely clothed.
"Aren't you supposed to have wings?" He said wryly. Without moving, her eyes flew to his.
Her wings ruffled, their golden feathers shimmering and glimmering in the moonlight.
And then they disappeared...
Leaving Vasya alone.
—
Stark pushed Vasilia down on the bed, never breaking the kiss.
His hands roamed up and down her body, loving when she moaned underneath him.
They tore at each others' clothes, both filled with pure love, lust, desire, and need.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Stark whispered, breathing hard. Vasilia pulled him mouth back down to hers.
His hand went down to her throbbing center.
He rubbed her, hard and fast.
Vasilia gasped as she felt his finger enter her, followed by another. He pumped them in an out, and Vasilia met each thrust of his fingers with her own.
Stark's lips went down to her breast. His tongue flicked out, tasting her.
Vasilia moaned, her lips parted, back arched.
Stark suddenly bit down on her breast, drinking greedily.
Vasilia's hands went to his hair, pulling him closer.
Another finger entered her, curling, hitting that special spot within her.
Suddenly, too soon, he pulled away, pulling his fingers out with him.
Vasilia cried in protest, but Stark just grinned down at her. He slowly slid his body down hers.
He slowly ran his tongue over her, earning a gasp and a moan from her.
His hold on her hips was as firm as it was gentle.
His tongue entered her, and Vasilia's world spun as she reached her peak.
Stark made his way back up her body, bringing his lips to hers once more.
He swiftly entered her, wanting, needing, to hear he moaning his name.
Vasilia met his thrusts with her own, her nails digging into his back as she held him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
They lay in each others' arms, panting.
"I love you." Stark whispered. Vasilia snuggled closer to him.
"I love you, too." She said softly, her voice no more than a soft whimper.
—
Jezabells sighed, sulking to her dorm room.
"What's wrong, Jezabells? Need a fix?" The group of fledglings laughed obnoxiously as they passed her.
Jezabells glared at them, causing their laughter to die instantly.
"For your information, my love was brutally murdered by some psycho who's still on the loose." She snapped, tears in her eyes.
The air changed, turning into an awkward silence.
Jezabells continued down the hallways of the House of Night before she found her room.
She sat down on the edge of her bed with a heavy, sad sigh.
She pulled out the small picture from her pocket. It had been taken almost four years ago.
The girl had long, black hair that was perfectly straight. Her eyes were a deep but shocking blue. They were the first things you saw when you looked at her.
She was perfect in every way, actually.
She was skinny, but not in the I'm-an-anorexic way.
She wore light Faded Glory "skinny" jeans and a perfect, blue, ruffly top. She also wore a beautiful smile as she hugged her best friend.
The girl beside her was smiling, too, but their were secrets in her eyes. Secrets that everyone was aware of except for the person who needed to know of it the most.
A single tear fell down Jezabells' face as she ran her finger over the beautiful, black-haired, beauty in the picture.
"I never got to tell you." She whispered in a brokenhearted voice. Her voice was filled with so much pain. So much guilt. But, the most apparent, was the self-loathing.
She hated herself for not telling her sooner. Why had she kept it to herself? She had known her for her entire life. They were best friends.
But see... that was the thing. She couldn't risk telling her, and ruining their friendship altogether.
Jezabells closed her fingers around the picture, clasping her hands together.
"I never got to say goodbye." She barely managed a whisper as she laid down on her bed, curling into a ball, letting her pain, hatred, guilt, and self-loathing take over.
Jezabells wasn't evil, as Zoey thought. They had just found each other at the wrong time... too late. Jezabells hated everyone. Including herself.
She had lost what had meant most to her. She didn't even know what had happened to her. She just knew she was dead. They had found the body.
The body.
Her body.
When they had said that, she ran. She never wanted to know what had happened to her.
So she hid for a year, not wanting to see it on the news, the newspaper, or from anybody else that would, most likely, talk about it.
That was when her mother had went completely ballistic.
She was so angry at the people who had hurt her daughter. The most important thing in Neferet's life was Jezabells.
But, because Neferet was so angry, Darkness found her. And she embraced him without even knowing it.
But... even under his influence, the only thing Neferet ever wanted, was to kill the ones who killed Kihly. The ones who caused Jezabells to go into severe depression. The ones who ruined absolutely everything.
"I love you, Kihlianna." Jezabells whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I always have... always will."
And, at that, Jezabells cried herself to sleep, the entire world oblivious to her past and pain.
And Jezabells herself, completely oblivious to the fact that her mother was dead.
Heyyyy. I know it was long, but I had to fit in the Vasilia and Stark part. And yes... it REALLY happened this time.
Okay, so... I hope you liked it... LOVED it... REVIEW!
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