For You

Author's Note: I love this. I love this. I love writing. I love Spain. I love hot guys. ;) Just had to add the last part. And I love Jude Law's butt.

On to reviews:

Verona: Sorry. ( Had to. It's my life. It keeps you hanging. I love it. And I hate it. It's a love-hate relationship. And yeah, this next part will be Kallisto. I've had enough of Velkan.

Mariela: Poor wittle Mariela. Couldn't see the chappie. YOU STOLE MY HOT GUYS! (I went to the beach today and there were no hot guys. Mariela stole them! STOLE THEM!)

Marisa-Drake: Sly cowers. I'm writing more! See? A drug? I think that's bad. ;) And I can't wait to read your story!

Well. Sly takes a deep breath and gets ready to type. Here goes.

Stares at Jude Law poster. Back on task, Sly, God.

To all my reviewers: I'm sorry.

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Chapter 16

It Was All For Him

And I ran as fast as I could past Velkan, out the door, down the stairs and out of the house. I picked up the hem of my under dress and sprinted down the road, ignoring the morning rays and turning into the woods that held my Ian. I sprinted up the tree and sobbed into my grandfather tree's neck.

I couldn't go back. I had let go of my horrible secret. My heart was broken. It shriveled up and was now blowing away in the breeze. I didn't know what I was going to do.

After what seemed like hours of crying, I climbed down from Ian and walked around in the forest. I knew Velkan and the Hubbs's wouldn't find me here. I walked around aimlessly, tears falling from my eyes sometimes. Eight years. Eight years. I'm in love with you. Velkan. I'm in love with you, Velkan. Eight years.

I found a little field of flowers, and I sat among them. If my stomach growled with hunger, I didn't hear it. If my mouth watered, I didn't feel it. I was unfeeling. I was frozen.

Every once in a while, I would pray. I prayed in intervals the whole day.

"Blessed Father, please show me the path in which to take. Please help me in my hour of need. I'm so scared."

Soon it was nightfall. I watched as the sky got dark, and the flowers closed up.

And my demon came.

"Kallisto."

Yes, my name. That's my name.

"What are you doing?"

I'm laying in a field of flowers, wishing to God that I could disappear and never come back.

"Kallisto?"

My name. The name given to me by my dead mother. My mother that you killed. I don't deserve a name.

"Are you all right?"

No. I'm not all right. I'm dead. I'm numb. I will never be all right.

"Kallisto?"

That is not my name any more. I am nameless. I do not deserve a name. Stop calling me Kallisto.

"Kallisto, why aren't you answering me?"

Because I am dead. I have no heart. I have no soul. I am emotionless. Stop calling me Kallisto.

"Kallisto, my darling. Whatever is the matter?"

Yes, I am your darling. The darling of the devil. The matter? Everything is the matter, dear. Nothing is right. You made this so.

"My love?"

Your love. You have no heart. You have no love. Stop lying to me.

"Princess?"

I am not your princess. I am not worthy of a royal title. Stop lying to me.

"Kallisto, my Kallisto. What have I done?"

So much, my dear. So much.

"Talk to me, my darling. Speak."

I am unworthy of speech.

"Kallisto." I looked up at him, surprised at the emotion in his voice. He came to me and pulled me off the ground, staring deep into my eyes.

"Kallisto, my heart." He wiped a stray tear off my cheek.

And I crumbled.

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Hours later, I could cry no more tears. I had no water left in my body. I lay against my demons hard chest, worn and tired.

Dracula stroked my hair lovingly. He had kissed the tears off my cheeks and dealt with me in my hour of need. My many hours of need.

"My Kallisto," he whispered, pulling my hair away from my face.

"Tell me why you weep."

And I told him. It spilled out. Everything.

Velkan, I'm in love with you. Velkan, Velkan, Velkan. I'm in love with you. With you.

It was all for you. For you. I sold my soul to the devil for you. It was all for you. It was all for you. My love. You captured my soul. I love you. It was all for you.

I can never go back.

I can never see him again.

And it was all for him.

Dracula took me to the mountains. He came to me every night, and we finished what he had started inside of me. I have learned to love him. But every day I am haunted by what would have happened.

It was all for him.

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The end.