(Short Chapters, yes, I know, but good news. I got my computer fixed! All praise Pop-Up blocker! The stupid pop-ups would freeze my computer's Internet Explorer before I even opened it to the homepage. But yesterday I managed to squeezed through that and fix the problem. YAY!

Anyways, I'm already planning on what's to happen next, so get ready for a ride! Also, the last quote in chapter 9 (Hilde) was meant to be 'Milliardo Merquise'. A little bit questionable, I know. But I thought it showed Hilde's innocence, the child that she still is, and her naivety that still remained although slowly disappearing as the story continues. I'd also liked to thank, (Yes again), all my reviewers for hanging in with me, for keeping interest and giving me your support. )

Preventer Fire

Chapter 10

"He hadn't died, if that is what you were thinking… He had been more within… a slight coma. When he had landed he had bruised the right side of his head, just above his temple which had caused him to remain asleep for an extended period of time… But death? Like hell it would dare touch him… He knew very well, even as he lied in his bed, sleeping as he had never slept before, that death would come later; MUST come later. Not while he had a lover that watched him sleep, kissed his hair and smelled his breath while tears adorned her sensual eyes… Waiting for him to return… Waiting to see, once again those burning Arctic eyes… Their beholder the only reason tears spilled for him, and not for the loss of his adversary; Estefan Casanova."

"How is he doing, has the fever broken?" "Yes, Ms. Noin it has, although he has yet to even stir…" "Oh… All right, you may retire now Pargan thank you…"

Lucretzia Noin, now a widow, and hopefully; if God wished it, the wife of her lover; Zeches Merquise, perched herself softly at his side atop his settee. It had been a total of roughly four days and three nights since the Casanova Misfortune that he lingered in his mysterious status of exhaustion. The only sign of life hinted through the rising and falling of his chest; something that Noin would watch until she too joined the dream world, only to awake the next morning thinking he'd be watching her, stroking her hair in the most sweetest of ways… thinking how incredibly silly she must have been for ever doubting him…

Noin permitted a diminutive, informal smile to linger about her lips as she brought a hand to his forehead, the stable temperature she found there most comforting to her conscious mind. "I… Reminisce about our first meeting in the past time… How you came about and swept me off my unstable feet, to only place me down into a miracle I could have never found… Not with out you…" She began, not at all finding it strange talking so casually to him, talking as if he'd be listening closely, awaiting to smile or laugh, or even agree… Noin laughed, cupping his hand softly within hers as she continued, her demeanor growing more and more fearful, until tears blurred the happiness she felt only seconds before…

"Oh Zeches, please love… Open your eyes… Don't leave me here alone, please, I need you!" She closed her eyes as her head fell to his chest, burrowing her face within the silk and cotton linens capturing and sustaining the warmth surrounding his firm body. "Lord, I beg thee… Do not beckon for his presence just yet…"

Noin gained her composure, taking a few deep breaths as she stood up, bringing shaking fingers to the pearl buttons at the front of her gown, as she worked the layers away from her body until she stood bare in front of him… She then lifted the covers away from him and crawled to snuggle at his side, placing his arm lazily around her lean torso… Her lips at his own, as before her eyes focused on his calm appearing countenance.

"When you awake… I wish that heated memories of our love flood through your body, erasing the doubt of it in just mere moments. Reminding you that my love will remain until the day we both grow old together, die together… Journey together blissfully towards the Gates of Heaven; knowing that our love will live on alongside the Grace of God…"

Forever.

"She had loved him more than the waking world, that was evident in her lingo, expression, and strong belief that he'd awake. However, when he did come to, I prayed that they'd both believe in each other as I felt a malevolent spirit still roaming among us… A dark omen that wouldn't quit until he has had his revenge, one way or another…"

"Dead… Or maybe even Alive…"

((Special thanks to Pureangel, I really appreciate what you have shared with me in your last review! I'm flatter that you find my writing at such I high level, when it's merely written by the hands of a soon-to-be-sophomore! (LOL) But thank you so much, it really makes me feel like I'm making this worth while!))