Hello everyone.
Even though I have put a couple of fanfics out
there, this is my first one for L.J Smith.
I love her books and wished that she would continue more, but until
then, I'll make due with writing my own.
Please tell me what you think?
This is a little dark compared to most of the fanfics
for her, but I hope you like it anyway.
~Thanks for reading~
Prologue
What he never understood was why? He knew that he should be use to it by now, but it seemed that time and time again, the pain never lessened the more it occurred. It twisted upon itself like the weavings young girls plaited into their hair. It never ended, never ceased to exist.
All thoughts of betrayal ran through his head as he gazed upon her, his soulmate, his only love, his one true hate. She wore her hair like she always did, bright copper curls twisted around and back and forth, as it wrapped around her slight head. The smirk she still held, even after he had caught her sleeping with another, portrayed the evil inside that he had tried to ignore.
The poor soul trapped beneath her tried to crawl away when he saw who had entered the room, but she would not let him leave. Instead she continued her movements, causing surprised gasps of both joy and frightfulness, all the while staring straight into his soul, letting her pleasure leak through the silver link that held their souls together. She forced him to feel what she could obtain with his one best friend, the one who had congratulated them on their marriage.
He did not blame his friend; no one could resist the well sharpened tendrils of this elegant harpy, for she had been trained well to catch the heart of those she sought to perish. Yet, despite all that she had done to him, he still loved her, and he hated her even more for it.
He should have been use to it, he thought once again, ever since he had caught her kissing his neighbour, he should had ended it and walked away. But they were tied together by that damn silver thread, damned forever to bear the pain that she forever would indulge upon him.
At least that's what he had always thought, but the pain this time was too great. Taking his sword, Liare walked slowly over to his soulmate, and wiped the smirk off of her face for all eternity with the last view of moonlight glinting off long sharp fangs.
