Alright here you have it. I very much appreciate the reviews I got, and I'm
surprised that this story got so much positive attention, but happy about
it none the less. This story is a flashback to the night Michael and Selene
first made love, and also her thoughts and feelings about the entire scheme
of things after that, which also includes a small childhood flashback. I'm
not aware of the names of either of Selene's parents, if anyone knows
please note that in a review, but for the moment I just called them
"mother" and "father." Please read, review, and enjoy.
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Looking back, she never would of believed his actions that night, never would of thought it was possible for him to act that way.
He was a passive lover, gentle and submitting. Never crossing the wrong lines, never pushing father than he thought was wise. Always with a tender touch, a little kiss here and there, he believed in a slow, sweet seduction, foreplay that built up until the climaxing point.
This was his game, she knew. To take things slowly, let her act like she only needed the sex, not the love and holding and cuddling afterwards.
On that one night though, that one special night that had been engraved eternally into both of their minds, he took things father than they had ever been before. Her nightgown lay forgotten on the floor, his heavy hands kneading into her breasts.
Their legs were entwined together, him pressing her down into the depths of the mattress, holding her hands in his, and pressing their palms together.
The feelings she felt for him then were nothing short of absurd, the wild lusting that was pounding through her veins and the uncontrollable temptations that he kept allowing to be thrusted into her, her body, her mind, every thought that went spiraling through her shaken head.
It was him who had first reached out his hands for her, him who had first slipped off her clothes, left them to dangle idly across the floor. It was him who had first grazed their lips together, who had first trailed his fingertips up and down the ridges of her spin.
She had allowed him to do all of this, never turning away or resisting his touch, his mouth, and his body. She allowed herself to be enveloped within him, allowed him to take possession of her, to steal away the last shred of innocence and purity that Viktor had allowed her to keep.
He didn't know this was her first, he didn't know he was her first everything. She had never taken on a vampire lover, had never been with a man while she was still human. Her first true kiss was the forsaken one that Viktor had left on her neck, when he had stripped her of her life, and had brought into this distorted cliche world of vampires and were wolves, and the war that constantly bled between them.
She didn't know which side she was on in that war, she was running from them both. Her only companion was Michael, and perhaps that was why she had given herself to him that night, maybe it was because he was the only one she could turn to, the only one she could pretend to care for.
Pretend? It was an interesting concept; love didn't seem to be a word for her. She could imagine affairs, cheating, spending your life with someone even, but she couldn't imagine love. She just couldn't imagine that feeling of feeling emptiness if another thing wasn't there beside her, she couldn't imagine needing someone, not being able to go on if they weren't there.
But as he pushed himself into her, and she felt every bit of him stretching out her insides, breaking through her barrier and drawing her virgin blood, she felt her climax starting and knew that this was turning into more than just a fictitious love affaire.
She lay trembling in his arms later that night, her sweat soaked forehead pressed lightly against his chest, and it struck her again, what her feelings could possibly mean.
Her mind searched in the depths of its memories, trying to match how this felt. The need to feel his bare chest pressed against hers, the need to feel his soft breath skimming across her forehead, blowing the wispy pieces of dark hair out of her eyes. To match the way her heart skipped the smallest beat when she realized his hand was still wrapped tenderly around hers, even after he had fallen into a silent sleep.
She softly shifted in her position, suddenly not wanting to disturb him in his rest. Laying on her back, Selene gently placed his hand onto her stomach, and stroked the top of it, her eyes scanning up into the darkness, with only the soft exhales of Michael's breath to break the silence, and only the heat still burning between them to give her warmth.
Shutting her eyes, she tried to search back again, tried desperately to find that memory, to clasp onto it with everything she could, to pull it alive again, to make sense of what was happening to her.
Absence, death, misery. These filled her mind at first, followed by the slowly reappearing feelings of resentment, confusion, and hostility. These things flowed into her mind, faster and faster, and she soon found herself afraid, afraid for those feelings that had just come from her lovemaking, and gripped Michael's hand tighter, pressing herself up against him once more, terrified that they would again be replaced with those horrid feelings of a pitiful coexistence that she loathed.
Gently pressing her lips against the small of his neck, Selene shut her eyes and let another memory take over her, and although she still clutched at Michael, she found herself embracing it, wanting to reexperience it again.
--------She was sitting in her mother's lap, scarcely six years old. They had been sitting on the bench that hung from their back porch, which looked out onto the barn and the fields. Her mother's dark curls had tickled the back of Selene's neck, and the small child had buried her face into her mother's chest, giggling and smiling.
Her mother bent her head downward towards her little daughter, such a gift she was to her. She remembered finding out she was pregnant, and at that same time knowing she wasn't supposed to have another child. But she had had her Selene, the youngest of her children, and embraced every moment of her life she could spend with her daughter, every moment that was so quickly lost in a waste of lost memories and silent souls.
Selene's tiny fingers had begun to braid soft braids into her mother's hair, and her mother smiled, watching the little girls fingers go, watching the proud look on her face as she finished each of the two braids.
Her father had come out then, still in his dirty work clothes. He leaned over his wife, and gently kissed her on the cheek, nuzzling his nose to her temple. She smiled and returned the kiss, and he whispered something into her ear, and she nodded and as he walked away, stood up and scooped Selene into her arms.
"Where are we going mama?" Selene's voice was tiny, as tiny as she was. She was a precious child, with a soft glow to her ivory skin, long wavy locks of hair that fell around her petite body.
"Inside." Her mother's voice was much like Selene looked, soft and loveable, easy to want to care for.
Once inside, Selene's mother had tucked her into bed, and combed a brush through her hair, calming the little girl till she was in a state of pleasant serenity, allowing her to drift off into a sweet sleep.
As the little girl slept, her mother smoothed the hair off of her forehead, and sighed softly. She fixed the covers on her bed, adjusted the blinds, and sat beside the girl again.
"Selene," she whispered, just enough so she could hear her own voice, but not enough to awake her daughter. "Someday you'll be happy, you'll be in love with someone. Someday, you'll be someone else's angel.. Someday.."
Her mother fell silent then, and resolved to kiss the girl on her forehead, before leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind her.
Deep in the heavy silence of the room, six year old Selene rolled over in her bed, and whispered softly, "I don't want to be anyone else's angel.." -- ------
That memory burned inside Selene's eyes, she could see everything, feel it, be it. Every movement her mother had made, every breath she had took, every sound of animals coming alive at night pierced into her mind, making her eyes shoot open again, her hands clenched into Michael's back, her face smothered up against his chest.
She relaxed her muscles a bit, hesitantly looked around her saw how deep in sleep Michael still was, saw what little movement was happening in the room. Lying back down beside him, she shut her eyes, and pressed her face against his neck.
Finding herself unable to sleep, Selene then rose her face towards his, and stared into his sleeping face. She saw the stillness traced over him, saw the smoothness of his skin, showing no wrinkles of irritation or anger.
His lips, they looked so soft, such a light shade of pastel pink. She lightly shut her eyes, and let her lips trace over his, nuzzling the tip of her nose against his, smiling to herself.
It wasn't until she had curled herself back up against him, her head over his heart, when she realized something, something that was so unnaturally profound to her, that it made her entire body tremble.
She was in love, and she was loved back.
Just before she fell asleep, Selene kissed the spot over Michael's chest once more, and whispered, "You were right mama.." before falling asleep in his arms.
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Alright, there you have it. If you like, review. If I don't get any more reviews, nothing more will be written. The more you all review, the more effort I'll put into the story and the better the writing will come out. If you have any comments, suggestions, or just want to read more, then review or else no more will be added. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
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Looking back, she never would of believed his actions that night, never would of thought it was possible for him to act that way.
He was a passive lover, gentle and submitting. Never crossing the wrong lines, never pushing father than he thought was wise. Always with a tender touch, a little kiss here and there, he believed in a slow, sweet seduction, foreplay that built up until the climaxing point.
This was his game, she knew. To take things slowly, let her act like she only needed the sex, not the love and holding and cuddling afterwards.
On that one night though, that one special night that had been engraved eternally into both of their minds, he took things father than they had ever been before. Her nightgown lay forgotten on the floor, his heavy hands kneading into her breasts.
Their legs were entwined together, him pressing her down into the depths of the mattress, holding her hands in his, and pressing their palms together.
The feelings she felt for him then were nothing short of absurd, the wild lusting that was pounding through her veins and the uncontrollable temptations that he kept allowing to be thrusted into her, her body, her mind, every thought that went spiraling through her shaken head.
It was him who had first reached out his hands for her, him who had first slipped off her clothes, left them to dangle idly across the floor. It was him who had first grazed their lips together, who had first trailed his fingertips up and down the ridges of her spin.
She had allowed him to do all of this, never turning away or resisting his touch, his mouth, and his body. She allowed herself to be enveloped within him, allowed him to take possession of her, to steal away the last shred of innocence and purity that Viktor had allowed her to keep.
He didn't know this was her first, he didn't know he was her first everything. She had never taken on a vampire lover, had never been with a man while she was still human. Her first true kiss was the forsaken one that Viktor had left on her neck, when he had stripped her of her life, and had brought into this distorted cliche world of vampires and were wolves, and the war that constantly bled between them.
She didn't know which side she was on in that war, she was running from them both. Her only companion was Michael, and perhaps that was why she had given herself to him that night, maybe it was because he was the only one she could turn to, the only one she could pretend to care for.
Pretend? It was an interesting concept; love didn't seem to be a word for her. She could imagine affairs, cheating, spending your life with someone even, but she couldn't imagine love. She just couldn't imagine that feeling of feeling emptiness if another thing wasn't there beside her, she couldn't imagine needing someone, not being able to go on if they weren't there.
But as he pushed himself into her, and she felt every bit of him stretching out her insides, breaking through her barrier and drawing her virgin blood, she felt her climax starting and knew that this was turning into more than just a fictitious love affaire.
She lay trembling in his arms later that night, her sweat soaked forehead pressed lightly against his chest, and it struck her again, what her feelings could possibly mean.
Her mind searched in the depths of its memories, trying to match how this felt. The need to feel his bare chest pressed against hers, the need to feel his soft breath skimming across her forehead, blowing the wispy pieces of dark hair out of her eyes. To match the way her heart skipped the smallest beat when she realized his hand was still wrapped tenderly around hers, even after he had fallen into a silent sleep.
She softly shifted in her position, suddenly not wanting to disturb him in his rest. Laying on her back, Selene gently placed his hand onto her stomach, and stroked the top of it, her eyes scanning up into the darkness, with only the soft exhales of Michael's breath to break the silence, and only the heat still burning between them to give her warmth.
Shutting her eyes, she tried to search back again, tried desperately to find that memory, to clasp onto it with everything she could, to pull it alive again, to make sense of what was happening to her.
Absence, death, misery. These filled her mind at first, followed by the slowly reappearing feelings of resentment, confusion, and hostility. These things flowed into her mind, faster and faster, and she soon found herself afraid, afraid for those feelings that had just come from her lovemaking, and gripped Michael's hand tighter, pressing herself up against him once more, terrified that they would again be replaced with those horrid feelings of a pitiful coexistence that she loathed.
Gently pressing her lips against the small of his neck, Selene shut her eyes and let another memory take over her, and although she still clutched at Michael, she found herself embracing it, wanting to reexperience it again.
--------She was sitting in her mother's lap, scarcely six years old. They had been sitting on the bench that hung from their back porch, which looked out onto the barn and the fields. Her mother's dark curls had tickled the back of Selene's neck, and the small child had buried her face into her mother's chest, giggling and smiling.
Her mother bent her head downward towards her little daughter, such a gift she was to her. She remembered finding out she was pregnant, and at that same time knowing she wasn't supposed to have another child. But she had had her Selene, the youngest of her children, and embraced every moment of her life she could spend with her daughter, every moment that was so quickly lost in a waste of lost memories and silent souls.
Selene's tiny fingers had begun to braid soft braids into her mother's hair, and her mother smiled, watching the little girls fingers go, watching the proud look on her face as she finished each of the two braids.
Her father had come out then, still in his dirty work clothes. He leaned over his wife, and gently kissed her on the cheek, nuzzling his nose to her temple. She smiled and returned the kiss, and he whispered something into her ear, and she nodded and as he walked away, stood up and scooped Selene into her arms.
"Where are we going mama?" Selene's voice was tiny, as tiny as she was. She was a precious child, with a soft glow to her ivory skin, long wavy locks of hair that fell around her petite body.
"Inside." Her mother's voice was much like Selene looked, soft and loveable, easy to want to care for.
Once inside, Selene's mother had tucked her into bed, and combed a brush through her hair, calming the little girl till she was in a state of pleasant serenity, allowing her to drift off into a sweet sleep.
As the little girl slept, her mother smoothed the hair off of her forehead, and sighed softly. She fixed the covers on her bed, adjusted the blinds, and sat beside the girl again.
"Selene," she whispered, just enough so she could hear her own voice, but not enough to awake her daughter. "Someday you'll be happy, you'll be in love with someone. Someday, you'll be someone else's angel.. Someday.."
Her mother fell silent then, and resolved to kiss the girl on her forehead, before leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind her.
Deep in the heavy silence of the room, six year old Selene rolled over in her bed, and whispered softly, "I don't want to be anyone else's angel.." -- ------
That memory burned inside Selene's eyes, she could see everything, feel it, be it. Every movement her mother had made, every breath she had took, every sound of animals coming alive at night pierced into her mind, making her eyes shoot open again, her hands clenched into Michael's back, her face smothered up against his chest.
She relaxed her muscles a bit, hesitantly looked around her saw how deep in sleep Michael still was, saw what little movement was happening in the room. Lying back down beside him, she shut her eyes, and pressed her face against his neck.
Finding herself unable to sleep, Selene then rose her face towards his, and stared into his sleeping face. She saw the stillness traced over him, saw the smoothness of his skin, showing no wrinkles of irritation or anger.
His lips, they looked so soft, such a light shade of pastel pink. She lightly shut her eyes, and let her lips trace over his, nuzzling the tip of her nose against his, smiling to herself.
It wasn't until she had curled herself back up against him, her head over his heart, when she realized something, something that was so unnaturally profound to her, that it made her entire body tremble.
She was in love, and she was loved back.
Just before she fell asleep, Selene kissed the spot over Michael's chest once more, and whispered, "You were right mama.." before falling asleep in his arms.
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Alright, there you have it. If you like, review. If I don't get any more reviews, nothing more will be written. The more you all review, the more effort I'll put into the story and the better the writing will come out. If you have any comments, suggestions, or just want to read more, then review or else no more will be added. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.