I feel so happy everyone seems to like my story!
Even after I told people they could flame me they
still did the whole constructive criticism thing. I like you
people! Unless you don't want me to like you then just say so and I won't.
Okay next chapter
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Silver watched as Marina opened her door sweaty and tired. She spotted him on the couch and frowned. Silver took the small tidbits from her mind and found something interesting. It seemed she thought she looked terrible and wished she looked better - for him. He smirked as she turned her back to set her keys up. He knew no witch would turn their back on a vampire, especially to Silver himself. She turned around and smiled as she looked toward the kitchen.
"Thanks for the wine" she put her hands together nervously.
"I collect it and own the oldest bottle in America- only not when Siete comes to this country."
Marina chewed her lip as the thought of Siete crept through her. She didn't like thinking of Siete, the feeling of his aura still plagued her still and thinking of him only made it worse. She looked at Silver and immediately closed her mind off to him. He had been searching through her mind the whole entire time and knew exactly what she was thinking. She blushed slightly turning away to the kitchen.
She didn't see him follow her but he was there leaning against the counter as she got there. He stared at her unblinking. His eyes gleaming in a way she hadn't seen before when he looked at her. Fondness? Is that what she was seeing? She stared back swallowing a lump in her throat. Why didn't he say anything?
'I would. But I find there are no words' his voice slipped through her mind.
She took a sharp intake of breath as he moved toward her and looked down at her. She put her hand on his broad chest and reality suddenly hit. No heart beat. She turned quickly rubbing her arms as if chilled. She was a witch, a vampire could ruin her life and everything her mother risked for her for her.
How could she let things get like this? She douldn't possibly have the life her mother wanted for her if she returned Silver's...love. She ran a hand through her hair and Dominique would surely strip her of her power and dignity if she did this.
"I think you should go" she said shakily.
"Maybe" though he still seemed reluctant.
"And not come back" she walked toward the fridge grabbing the new set of roses with tears in her eyes and grabbed the bottle of wine shoving it at him.
"You want me to go?" he asked calmly expecting otherwise by the way ahe said it. "I know what your thinking Marina-your mother didn't want anything for you more than your freedom to choose which side you would fight on or if you'd be on both."
Marina furrowed her brow at him and looked deep into his eyes trying to find what he meant. "You knew my mother?"
"I was the one who found out about her pregnancy first. And went to see you when the doctors put her under the ultra-sound" he bent his head slightly ashamed for a reason he couldn't find.
"You-why didn't you tell me before? You knew my mother! Saw me when I wasn't even born! How did you know her!? Why did you know her!" Marina ordered the information.
"Why did you think I said I would protect you as long as I lived!" his anger rose. "I promised your mother! Your mother was like a sister and then she had you and she put you in foster-care after that bastard of a father of yours didn't want you!"
Tears spilled from Marina's eyes and she wiped them away disgusted with herself. What would tears get her? Pity. She didn't want it. "How did Dominique not know you had befriended her she said she found her journals!"
Jager seemed to pull it out of nowhere shoving the leather ancient looking book at her. "Not this one. Its a bit of heavy reading but you'll read every word twice before you sleep this night" he said and disappeared.
Marina stared at the leather journal for another minute or so before swallowing the large lump in her throat and opening the cover. She saw the writing and knew immediately it was her mother's. The thin curved lines danced in her vision. She began to read...
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kind of a short chapter. R&R
Silver watched as Marina opened her door sweaty and tired. She spotted him on the couch and frowned. Silver took the small tidbits from her mind and found something interesting. It seemed she thought she looked terrible and wished she looked better - for him. He smirked as she turned her back to set her keys up. He knew no witch would turn their back on a vampire, especially to Silver himself. She turned around and smiled as she looked toward the kitchen.
"Thanks for the wine" she put her hands together nervously.
"I collect it and own the oldest bottle in America- only not when Siete comes to this country."
Marina chewed her lip as the thought of Siete crept through her. She didn't like thinking of Siete, the feeling of his aura still plagued her still and thinking of him only made it worse. She looked at Silver and immediately closed her mind off to him. He had been searching through her mind the whole entire time and knew exactly what she was thinking. She blushed slightly turning away to the kitchen.
She didn't see him follow her but he was there leaning against the counter as she got there. He stared at her unblinking. His eyes gleaming in a way she hadn't seen before when he looked at her. Fondness? Is that what she was seeing? She stared back swallowing a lump in her throat. Why didn't he say anything?
'I would. But I find there are no words' his voice slipped through her mind.
She took a sharp intake of breath as he moved toward her and looked down at her. She put her hand on his broad chest and reality suddenly hit. No heart beat. She turned quickly rubbing her arms as if chilled. She was a witch, a vampire could ruin her life and everything her mother risked for her for her.
How could she let things get like this? She douldn't possibly have the life her mother wanted for her if she returned Silver's...love. She ran a hand through her hair and Dominique would surely strip her of her power and dignity if she did this.
"I think you should go" she said shakily.
"Maybe" though he still seemed reluctant.
"And not come back" she walked toward the fridge grabbing the new set of roses with tears in her eyes and grabbed the bottle of wine shoving it at him.
"You want me to go?" he asked calmly expecting otherwise by the way ahe said it. "I know what your thinking Marina-your mother didn't want anything for you more than your freedom to choose which side you would fight on or if you'd be on both."
Marina furrowed her brow at him and looked deep into his eyes trying to find what he meant. "You knew my mother?"
"I was the one who found out about her pregnancy first. And went to see you when the doctors put her under the ultra-sound" he bent his head slightly ashamed for a reason he couldn't find.
"You-why didn't you tell me before? You knew my mother! Saw me when I wasn't even born! How did you know her!? Why did you know her!" Marina ordered the information.
"Why did you think I said I would protect you as long as I lived!" his anger rose. "I promised your mother! Your mother was like a sister and then she had you and she put you in foster-care after that bastard of a father of yours didn't want you!"
Tears spilled from Marina's eyes and she wiped them away disgusted with herself. What would tears get her? Pity. She didn't want it. "How did Dominique not know you had befriended her she said she found her journals!"
Jager seemed to pull it out of nowhere shoving the leather ancient looking book at her. "Not this one. Its a bit of heavy reading but you'll read every word twice before you sleep this night" he said and disappeared.
Marina stared at the leather journal for another minute or so before swallowing the large lump in her throat and opening the cover. She saw the writing and knew immediately it was her mother's. The thin curved lines danced in her vision. She began to read...
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kind of a short chapter. R&R