Roses of A Midnight Hue

Chapter 1

Mary Lawrence

DISCLAIMER!!!

 I do not own any of the characters except for Reneta/Renate (for now) there will probably more new characters added later on.. and a nice day!

Names:

Renate=rebirth (name of Reneta after she is transformed into a vampire)        

Sagar= Siete's human name! Wise one

Reneta=dignified (name of name character well she is human)

 The Raven
Edgar Allen Poe
 
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
 Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
 While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
 As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
 "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
 Only this, and nothing more."
 Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
 fearing,
 Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
 But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
 And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
 This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
 Merely this, and nothing more.

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She gazed at the rose lying with perfection on the black wood of her desk. She picked it up almost as if a slightest breeze would break it into a thousand pieces. She stared at its petals. They were the purest of black. Black as the midnight sky when the moon has vanished from the sky. Black as his eyes.

But his eyes were not always black. Once they were of the deepest green. So deep, she felt she could dive into them and be trapped forever, as if in a prison. But a prison she was in willingly, for then she would have dome anything to live in his eyes… and even now she guess she still did. Even his black hair captured her, the colour of raven's feather in the dark. She always knew she had the same hair as him… Pure black. But her eyes… they were pale blue… so light it clashed with her dark hair.

His features her that of the highest God. She could only describe him as one thing. Divine. And worst of all, she Loved him.

Actually, the whole village did. He was perfect after all. Friendly, kind, handsome, rich. All the girls wanted him and all the boys envied him. She still remembered when she first met him. She belonged to a poor family and her father had sent her out to buy some fish for the Sabbath meal. She was just a short of the price and was trying to talk the vendor letting her pay less, just as he overheard her desperate words. He fished into his pocket and pulled out a few coins and paid the whole price. She thanked him with her heart. And from that day on her heart was his. She was just fourteen, and he, seventeen.

After a month of secret meetings, he decided to meet with her parents to ask for their daughter's hand in marriage. Naturally they said yes, they wanted the best for the daughter. And for her to marry a kind, rich man, whom she did love. Would this not guarantee her a safe future?

And with that they were married. It was a beautiful day. Red roses covered every inch. People of every level of society were attending. And in her eyes, her life was perfect.

They lived happily for a year… and on the weekend of her sixteenth, he announced he was going to haunt deep in the woods. They gave each other gifts just to remind themselves of each other. She gave him a ring. Made of silver, it was given to her mother by her grand-father and after that was given to her to pass down to her children. And he gave her a necklace, made of a beautiful chain, with a ruby pendant at the bottom. He gave her his word that he would return to her in a fortnight. And with that he was gone.

A fortnight came and went… and she waited. Two months come along and her friends started to tell her to give up. He was gone. But she refused to believe that. To her, he was immortal. She went into mourning for her lost love. She never left her house. She sat and wasted her beauty. A year passed.

And one day, a gentleman appeared at her door. She hugged and kissed him. She showered him with her love… saving questions of his absence for a later time. But she did not know the man she was showing her love to. Was not the same man who had left hunting a year earlier.

For then, he was her Sagar, now… he was Siete. Immortal creator of all vampires.