A/N:- Ladies n gentlemen, I give you.. REMY! ( this is dedicated 2 PHOENIX
ANGEL SUYARI. My beta reader n one of my fav authors out there! Oh yeah, n
her muse! ( now on with the story...
2 months ago..
He looked at the picture, trying to memorize every single detail. How her lips curled upwards framing two rows of white teeth. How her cute snub nose crinkled up with sweetly. How her auburn hair fell on his own, the two colours mingling like one, as they leaned together. And her eyes. How they shone in the light and sparkled with laughter. How they captured her joy, and through the glass, reflected his misery. His lithe fingers stroked her cheek, dreaming that it was soft flesh beneath his fingers, not the hard glass frame. Yet even as he shut his eyes his last memory of her appears in front of him, like a dream. Her features set in stone, her plump lips a hard grim line, her sparkling eyes cold; as cold as the glass his fingers lay upon. And the tears. The tears that fell that he wanted so badly to kiss away. He opened his eyes now, thick hot tears rolling down his own chiseled features. He wanted to tell her. He loved her. He had done it for her protection. For their protection. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her. She was his love, his life. Now she held another love of his. One that lived.
*Flashback*
He glared at the back of the chair that held a figure he hated from the bottom of his soul. Well whatever was left of it.
"Le Beau."
The chair swiveled round, leaving him faced with a monster.
"Where is it?"
Remy flinched to hear the monster loosely call what he considered more precious to him than all the riches in the world.
"She ran away."
The red diamond creased.
"With it?"
"Non. She failed."
"You lie." The black lips turned up in what could be called a smile; or a snarl.
"Non. 'It' did not live."
The monster rose. "Whatever you say Le Beau. But beware. Your debt is not payed...yet."
Remy got up and forced himself to bow. "Den I'll leave."
"Yes. For now."
With one sweep he left the room. He cursed. It hadn't gone well. All he could do now was pray. Pray with his heart that she was alive. That they were alive.
He berated himself for making a deal with the devil. A devil more powerful than himself.
*End Flashback*
He stood up wiping his tears. The time for regret was over. He had to search for her. Had to warn her. His own red eyes glittered dangerously, like fire in a background of darkness, oblivion; like a star in heaven. Like a flash of hell. It was time for him to live up to his nickname, 'Le Diable Blanc'. If not for him then for her. And for the one within.
2 months ago..
He looked at the picture, trying to memorize every single detail. How her lips curled upwards framing two rows of white teeth. How her cute snub nose crinkled up with sweetly. How her auburn hair fell on his own, the two colours mingling like one, as they leaned together. And her eyes. How they shone in the light and sparkled with laughter. How they captured her joy, and through the glass, reflected his misery. His lithe fingers stroked her cheek, dreaming that it was soft flesh beneath his fingers, not the hard glass frame. Yet even as he shut his eyes his last memory of her appears in front of him, like a dream. Her features set in stone, her plump lips a hard grim line, her sparkling eyes cold; as cold as the glass his fingers lay upon. And the tears. The tears that fell that he wanted so badly to kiss away. He opened his eyes now, thick hot tears rolling down his own chiseled features. He wanted to tell her. He loved her. He had done it for her protection. For their protection. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her. She was his love, his life. Now she held another love of his. One that lived.
*Flashback*
He glared at the back of the chair that held a figure he hated from the bottom of his soul. Well whatever was left of it.
"Le Beau."
The chair swiveled round, leaving him faced with a monster.
"Where is it?"
Remy flinched to hear the monster loosely call what he considered more precious to him than all the riches in the world.
"She ran away."
The red diamond creased.
"With it?"
"Non. She failed."
"You lie." The black lips turned up in what could be called a smile; or a snarl.
"Non. 'It' did not live."
The monster rose. "Whatever you say Le Beau. But beware. Your debt is not payed...yet."
Remy got up and forced himself to bow. "Den I'll leave."
"Yes. For now."
With one sweep he left the room. He cursed. It hadn't gone well. All he could do now was pray. Pray with his heart that she was alive. That they were alive.
He berated himself for making a deal with the devil. A devil more powerful than himself.
*End Flashback*
He stood up wiping his tears. The time for regret was over. He had to search for her. Had to warn her. His own red eyes glittered dangerously, like fire in a background of darkness, oblivion; like a star in heaven. Like a flash of hell. It was time for him to live up to his nickname, 'Le Diable Blanc'. If not for him then for her. And for the one within.