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School
She slowly walked beyond the trees. Hoping she'd hear him behind her. No sound reached her ears. Tears reached her eyes. A lump came into her throat and she choked away the first sob. Goddess. How is this kind of love possible? This was something that was all she could think of, everything she thought of it had a connection with him. He was everything she wanted or needed.
Tears fell down her face and she collapsed on the ground crying. This was so hard, it shouldn't be this hard. This was too hard. Isabella swallowed hard, her breath shaking. He was so heartless, he killed for fun. He was a monster, but he was her soulmate, he had an honour, though he hardly ever showed it. He was beautiful and dangerous. He was powerful.
And what was wrong? He was her dream. Exciting, rich, possessive, beautiful, caring, and he loved her. What was wrong? Nothing he was perfect. He was the one everyone wanted. He was the king, he was the knight, he was everything to her. Then why is loving him so hard? Her face showed more tears.
"Goodbye" She said to the shadows in the wood. She was going to live in a small town away from him for a while, until the council trusted him enough to marry a daybreaker. She was going to attend a high school. Away from him. Him. Love was suppose to be easy, natural. This, this was so hard. It was harder than anything than anything she had done before.
"Goodbye." She couldn't die, because where ever she went she would be without him forever. That would be worse than hell. All she could do was live. But with him? He drove her to insanity, parting got worse every time. It ripped her soul in half. One stayed desolate and alone, the other was with him, dreaming.
Someone once told Isabella, "Tears are the bleeding of the soul." If it was she was dead, she had cried the oceans over. But hope comes. A new life awaited, for the while she could try to forget him. Who was she kidding, that was impossible. He was too perfect for that. He was her everything.
"Lady Abforth, your carriage is waiting." A steward called into the obis of the forest. Isabella wiped her tears. "A new day, a new life, a new hope." Her voice was full of conviction and hope. It held possibilities that came to Isabella over her sorrow. "I love you." She headed out of the dark and into the carriage.
In the blackness a solitary voice replied, "I love you." The Englishman turned back to his castle, away from the girl who his whole life depended.
Isabella stared out the window of the carriage, the black clouds rolled over the horizon. Children played infront of the houses, on the cobbled streets. The past had come to the future. They passed fields of slaves toiling unendingly in the fields, happy families walking to the market, a slave market, a couple sharing there last embrace at an execution took place.
The carriage stopped at a mansion. A middle aged woman came out and greeted Isabella. "Miss Abforth, glad you have arrived safe. Young ladies shouldn't travel on there own. Now I'll take you to your room, your sharing with Miss Sycamore Redfern, great, great, great granddaughter of Hunter." The old lady led her up some grand stairs to a long corridor. It was empty. No sounds reached Isabella's ears, even with her enhanced senses.
"By the way, I am matron Hardew. Behave and I won't make your life a misery. Here's your room. Evening hunt is at 8 o'clock and breakfast is at 11o'clock, classes commence at 1o'clock and finish at 7o'clock." With that she turned and left, leaving Isabella outside the door. She knocked slowly and to her amazement the door swung open.
A blood red haired girl was looking straight at Isabella. She had blood red hair down to her waist, flared out where she lay on a bed, her eyes were firey yellow. She was defintly like Hunter, Isabella had seen a picture of him, and this was his granddaughter. She had a look of Red in her. Perhaps Red was a Redfern? Isabella quickly quashed the thought.
"How the hell are you?" The girl asked flippantly, looking Isabella up and down. "I'm your new room mate, Isabella." The girl laughed. "Your surname is the only name is important around here" She informed Isabella while draping herself on the bed. She rose her head cocked on one side her luscious long hair falling over her shoulder onto the bed.
Isabella walked onto the room, looking for a place to put her stuff. For the grand hallway, she was surprised at how small the dormitory was. Red had told her this was a high class boarding school for those who want to keep there daughters away from home, for a while. It was rumoured to be strict and the girls were kept under lock and key. It was the height of praise to be able to say you got into the school and seduced one of the girls, that's what Red had said.
And there she was thinking of him again. "So what is your surname? Or are you made?" She said the last words with disgust. There was probably a very small amount of made vampires here. "Umm Abforth" Isabella said, not wanting to tell them about him. "You are a witch and a vampire? Your a hybrid!?!"
She spat the words out. Isabella jumped back at the venom in her voice. "No. I was made before the millennium. It was to save my life." Sycamore was not impressed. "Your made. Gross and a fifthly witch. You better watch your step Abforth, because where you trip there'll be many there to watch you fall."
Isabella's head threw up. She observed the other girl, who had lost interest in Isabella and was looking out on the nights sky. She was wearing traditional 16th century clothes, as was Isabella. Both were wearing virginal colours. Pale clothes was the only uniform this school had. "You didn't live on an enclave did you?" Isabella said slowly as she walked towards her bed and started unpacking the suitcases that were already there.
"How did you know that?" Sycamore didn't sound angry now. Just tired. Forlorn. "You don't walk like you have been wearing that kind of outfit all your life." Isabella said it with as little emotion as she could. She started to change out of her dress. "I grew up in a small town near NY. I was queen of the school. I had a nice family, they weren't perfect, but who is? I had great friends, and I was in love. Hell, I was in love."
"Was he killed during the millennium?" Isabella asked probing gently. Sycamore was collapsed on the bed, crying. "No, no." Isabella thought for a minute. "Didn't your parent's like him? Was he not high enough bred."
"You don't understand. My parent and my love got on brilliantly. They thought we were just friends, but when they found out I was in love, they separated us and I was sent here." Isabella was puzzled, Sycamore was rolling, tears streaming down her face, around on her bed, her hands clasping her face. "What was the problem then?"
"My love, my love's first name. Diana. She was called Diana." Oh, Isabella thought sheepishly. "I am so sorry Sycamore. Do the other know about this?" Sycamore stopped rolling. Her face was filled with desperation. "Oh my god. I have never told anyone that! I have never told anyone. Oh god. I just told a complete stranger. Why, why, why?"
Sycamore burst into sobs. Isabella held her comforting her all the while.
Sycamore went with Isabella hunting that evening and several after. In the bleak world of the school, there was only one rule. Revenge. Groups formed and spreading rumours against someone, then the next day that person was leading another group against one of her teasers. Sycamore was the most important person in the school and no one bitched about her. She made sure no one did about Isabella either.
Weeks passed and Isabella went to bed every night and fell asleep crying. Separation was hard, but one day she would come home to be with him all the time. A heaven, she would have a happy ending. He was all she needed. He was her king and her knight. Nothing but him mattered anymore.
She awoke to a new day. Unfortunately too new, Isabella thought. It was around 4o'clock in the morning by the sun. She groaned and moved over. Sycamore's bed was empty. Isabella got straight up. "Sycamore?" She called. No answer.
"Sycamore?" Isabella opened the door onto the hallway cautiously. She noticed Sycamore's shoes were gone. She grabbed her own and walked down the corridor. She crepted down the stairs and out the door onto the green and eventually the hunting grounds.
Earth guide me to your child, On this night so wild,
Through the night, Guide me right,
She pictured Sycamore. She let her sense take over. They guided her to a clearing. Sycamore stood there embracing a girl, Diana. Oh goddess, thought Isabella, there running away to get married. Me and Red should do that. Not now, her brain kicked in.
By the power of fire, Don't let their love die in the mire,
Keep them safe peacefully, Let their love reach eternity, quickly.
"Not very good" Isabella muttered. It will have to do though. The couple in the woods ran off towards the village on the far side of the woods. Cute couple.
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One more part to go after this then....hehe....
Kitty Maxwell- Excellent! Thanks so much for your review, you are da bomb!
School
She slowly walked beyond the trees. Hoping she'd hear him behind her. No sound reached her ears. Tears reached her eyes. A lump came into her throat and she choked away the first sob. Goddess. How is this kind of love possible? This was something that was all she could think of, everything she thought of it had a connection with him. He was everything she wanted or needed.
Tears fell down her face and she collapsed on the ground crying. This was so hard, it shouldn't be this hard. This was too hard. Isabella swallowed hard, her breath shaking. He was so heartless, he killed for fun. He was a monster, but he was her soulmate, he had an honour, though he hardly ever showed it. He was beautiful and dangerous. He was powerful.
And what was wrong? He was her dream. Exciting, rich, possessive, beautiful, caring, and he loved her. What was wrong? Nothing he was perfect. He was the one everyone wanted. He was the king, he was the knight, he was everything to her. Then why is loving him so hard? Her face showed more tears.
"Goodbye" She said to the shadows in the wood. She was going to live in a small town away from him for a while, until the council trusted him enough to marry a daybreaker. She was going to attend a high school. Away from him. Him. Love was suppose to be easy, natural. This, this was so hard. It was harder than anything than anything she had done before.
"Goodbye." She couldn't die, because where ever she went she would be without him forever. That would be worse than hell. All she could do was live. But with him? He drove her to insanity, parting got worse every time. It ripped her soul in half. One stayed desolate and alone, the other was with him, dreaming.
Someone once told Isabella, "Tears are the bleeding of the soul." If it was she was dead, she had cried the oceans over. But hope comes. A new life awaited, for the while she could try to forget him. Who was she kidding, that was impossible. He was too perfect for that. He was her everything.
"Lady Abforth, your carriage is waiting." A steward called into the obis of the forest. Isabella wiped her tears. "A new day, a new life, a new hope." Her voice was full of conviction and hope. It held possibilities that came to Isabella over her sorrow. "I love you." She headed out of the dark and into the carriage.
In the blackness a solitary voice replied, "I love you." The Englishman turned back to his castle, away from the girl who his whole life depended.
Isabella stared out the window of the carriage, the black clouds rolled over the horizon. Children played infront of the houses, on the cobbled streets. The past had come to the future. They passed fields of slaves toiling unendingly in the fields, happy families walking to the market, a slave market, a couple sharing there last embrace at an execution took place.
The carriage stopped at a mansion. A middle aged woman came out and greeted Isabella. "Miss Abforth, glad you have arrived safe. Young ladies shouldn't travel on there own. Now I'll take you to your room, your sharing with Miss Sycamore Redfern, great, great, great granddaughter of Hunter." The old lady led her up some grand stairs to a long corridor. It was empty. No sounds reached Isabella's ears, even with her enhanced senses.
"By the way, I am matron Hardew. Behave and I won't make your life a misery. Here's your room. Evening hunt is at 8 o'clock and breakfast is at 11o'clock, classes commence at 1o'clock and finish at 7o'clock." With that she turned and left, leaving Isabella outside the door. She knocked slowly and to her amazement the door swung open.
A blood red haired girl was looking straight at Isabella. She had blood red hair down to her waist, flared out where she lay on a bed, her eyes were firey yellow. She was defintly like Hunter, Isabella had seen a picture of him, and this was his granddaughter. She had a look of Red in her. Perhaps Red was a Redfern? Isabella quickly quashed the thought.
"How the hell are you?" The girl asked flippantly, looking Isabella up and down. "I'm your new room mate, Isabella." The girl laughed. "Your surname is the only name is important around here" She informed Isabella while draping herself on the bed. She rose her head cocked on one side her luscious long hair falling over her shoulder onto the bed.
Isabella walked onto the room, looking for a place to put her stuff. For the grand hallway, she was surprised at how small the dormitory was. Red had told her this was a high class boarding school for those who want to keep there daughters away from home, for a while. It was rumoured to be strict and the girls were kept under lock and key. It was the height of praise to be able to say you got into the school and seduced one of the girls, that's what Red had said.
And there she was thinking of him again. "So what is your surname? Or are you made?" She said the last words with disgust. There was probably a very small amount of made vampires here. "Umm Abforth" Isabella said, not wanting to tell them about him. "You are a witch and a vampire? Your a hybrid!?!"
She spat the words out. Isabella jumped back at the venom in her voice. "No. I was made before the millennium. It was to save my life." Sycamore was not impressed. "Your made. Gross and a fifthly witch. You better watch your step Abforth, because where you trip there'll be many there to watch you fall."
Isabella's head threw up. She observed the other girl, who had lost interest in Isabella and was looking out on the nights sky. She was wearing traditional 16th century clothes, as was Isabella. Both were wearing virginal colours. Pale clothes was the only uniform this school had. "You didn't live on an enclave did you?" Isabella said slowly as she walked towards her bed and started unpacking the suitcases that were already there.
"How did you know that?" Sycamore didn't sound angry now. Just tired. Forlorn. "You don't walk like you have been wearing that kind of outfit all your life." Isabella said it with as little emotion as she could. She started to change out of her dress. "I grew up in a small town near NY. I was queen of the school. I had a nice family, they weren't perfect, but who is? I had great friends, and I was in love. Hell, I was in love."
"Was he killed during the millennium?" Isabella asked probing gently. Sycamore was collapsed on the bed, crying. "No, no." Isabella thought for a minute. "Didn't your parent's like him? Was he not high enough bred."
"You don't understand. My parent and my love got on brilliantly. They thought we were just friends, but when they found out I was in love, they separated us and I was sent here." Isabella was puzzled, Sycamore was rolling, tears streaming down her face, around on her bed, her hands clasping her face. "What was the problem then?"
"My love, my love's first name. Diana. She was called Diana." Oh, Isabella thought sheepishly. "I am so sorry Sycamore. Do the other know about this?" Sycamore stopped rolling. Her face was filled with desperation. "Oh my god. I have never told anyone that! I have never told anyone. Oh god. I just told a complete stranger. Why, why, why?"
Sycamore burst into sobs. Isabella held her comforting her all the while.
Sycamore went with Isabella hunting that evening and several after. In the bleak world of the school, there was only one rule. Revenge. Groups formed and spreading rumours against someone, then the next day that person was leading another group against one of her teasers. Sycamore was the most important person in the school and no one bitched about her. She made sure no one did about Isabella either.
Weeks passed and Isabella went to bed every night and fell asleep crying. Separation was hard, but one day she would come home to be with him all the time. A heaven, she would have a happy ending. He was all she needed. He was her king and her knight. Nothing but him mattered anymore.
She awoke to a new day. Unfortunately too new, Isabella thought. It was around 4o'clock in the morning by the sun. She groaned and moved over. Sycamore's bed was empty. Isabella got straight up. "Sycamore?" She called. No answer.
"Sycamore?" Isabella opened the door onto the hallway cautiously. She noticed Sycamore's shoes were gone. She grabbed her own and walked down the corridor. She crepted down the stairs and out the door onto the green and eventually the hunting grounds.
Earth guide me to your child, On this night so wild,
Through the night, Guide me right,
She pictured Sycamore. She let her sense take over. They guided her to a clearing. Sycamore stood there embracing a girl, Diana. Oh goddess, thought Isabella, there running away to get married. Me and Red should do that. Not now, her brain kicked in.
By the power of fire, Don't let their love die in the mire,
Keep them safe peacefully, Let their love reach eternity, quickly.
"Not very good" Isabella muttered. It will have to do though. The couple in the woods ran off towards the village on the far side of the woods. Cute couple.
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One more part to go after this then....hehe....