For Him

Disclaimer: Dracula is still in my bed. Yum. He's so sexy. He's so not mine. But hey, Stephen Sommers rented Dracula out to me, so I have to pay for him. If you want him, pay up. Pay up to Stephen Sommers. Yay! I loose five bucks a week. Poo.

Author's Note: Yeah isn't my Disclaimer lovely. Sly drools all over the place. Dracula is soo sexy. Anyway. Kallisto. I hope you all liked my pitiful chapter with Velkan. I promise this one will be longer. Hopefully longer than three pages. Hopefully.

Sly after writing chapter: That was the hardest chapter I have ever writen. Good Lord. Have fun.

R for, um, reasons?

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Chapter 3

Velkan, Velkan, And More Velkan

My hand traced the muscles on his chest. He shivered. The sun peeked over the horizon and I rolled us over until we were under my tree. The tree I named Velkan. I didn't tell him that, though. I was on top of him, and his hands rubbed my back. I squeezed my eyes shut and he kissed me. I grabbed his face and returned his kiss with vigor and fervor. He let me go. He stood up, his muscles rippling under his smooth, flawless skin. I shivered. He saw. He bent down, brushing my hopelessly long hair out of my face.

"Another day, my love. Night will come, and I shall douse this heat inside of you. Mark my words." I nodded. He kissed me again, licking my lips. I didn't want him to go. I didn't want him to leave me alone with my thoughts and hearts. He rubbed my breast with his fingers, then ran and flew off the ledge. He left me with the things I didn't want to be left with.

My thoughts.

My heart.

Velkan.

I hiccupped a sob, then got up to find my dress. I went to the stream and threw my gown in. It floated a bit, then hit a rock. I went to the cupboard he brought me and got out my white gown. It had a built in corset, and the bodice had red white jewels embedded in the soft white fabric. I was celebrating. This beautiful gown was an evening gown. Made for extravagant balls. What was I celebrating?

How miserable I am.

I spent the day hungry. I caught a small fish and tried to make a fire. I got a big spark, made a lot of smoke, then it went out. I let the small fish go. I was going to be hungry today, I guess.

The hottest part of the day came. I was freezing. I didn't want to go into my tree, but I loved the white gown too much. I went to the stream and took out the brown dress I had placed in there. I draped it over a branch. I sat out of the sun, then went over to the stream and stared at my reflection.

I still looked the same. My waist was smaller, from so many hungry days. My cheeks had a dusting of pink from the sun. My hair was longer. Much longer. And my eyes held so much anguish, I had to look away.

I sat at the stream for what seemed like hours. I wasn't disturbed. My back was bathed in sunlight, and I was afraid to touch my hair, for I knew it would be hot to the touch.

Then I heard something very disturbing.

I heard a twig break.

I stayed where I was. I had no weapons. I was harmless. They wouldn't even know I'm here. I hoped.

But I knew my hoping was in vain. I had a white dress on. I had long, black hair. I was bathed in sunlight. Of course they would find me. But maybe, if I screamed loud enough, he would come and save me. He wouldn't let them kill me. Or take me for their concubine.

I felt eyes on me, burning eyes, and I shivered. How did they find me? Then I remembered. The small, pitiful fish. The fire that I tried to make but failed. The abundance of unwanted smoke.

They saw smoke on the mountain and came to kill what made it.

I felt tears at my eyes.

They came to save me from a horrible fate.

They came to save me from myself.

I felt them getting closer. I took deep breaths. Death had come faster than I had expected it to. I felt happiness bubbling to the surface. I would be free of my love for the Prince of Gypsies. I could be free of this unholy sin. I felt like praying again. God was finally answering my prayers. And I laughed. I was happy again!

Then I heard a surprised, familiar, deathly familiar, voice behind me. A male voice. One I had heard in my dreams for twelve years.

No.

No.

Oh God, no.

It can't be.

So I had to check it out. I got up and turned slowly. And I saw Velkan and Velkan. I shook my head, because of the sun. And I saw Anna. Princess Anna Valerious. Odd. My gaze was drawn to the man standing next to her.

No.

Oh good God, no.

Sweet Lord.

No.

"Velkan," I whispered, my hand coming up to grab my chest.

"Oh God, Velkan." I saw Anna's eyebrows go up, and her eyes widen. Velkan was staring at me, horror, relief, anguish, surprise, and every other emotion was in his beautiful gray eyes. Every emotion except the one I felt for him every millisecond of every second.

Love.

A sob came up in my throat. I backed up. My bare feet met the stream and slipped on the cool, wet rocks.

"Velkan," I whispered again. I fell into the river. Velkan just stared at me.

Oh God.

I sat in the river, and I pulled myself through. When I was on dry land, I saw that Anna had a gun. I also saw that Velkan had a knife. I panicked.

"Oh God, don't kill me. I mean, oh God, please kill me. Oh God." I started sobbing wildly, feeling Velkan's piercing gaze on me. It was killing me. I turned and ran, tripping and falling, ripping my hands and forearms raw, and getting multiple scratches on my bare chest, neck, and legs. I got to the cliff, where it went straight up the mountain. I grabbed in vain at the hard, sharp rocks, sending pain shooting up my arms. I placed my foot on a bottom rock and pushed myself up, trying to climb a cliff in an evening gown. How stupid am I?

I heard them run up. I didn't care. I was off the ground. I was getting away from the man that plagued my thoughts, dreams, heart and soul for twelve years. That's all I saw.

I grabbed onto the wrong rock, slipped, and my palm was ripped open. I yelped, then lost my balance. I tumbled to the ground. I didn't hit the ground, though. I was in someone's arms. Strong arms. Made me shiver. Gray eyes. Velkan caught me. As it were.

Oh God.

I stared up into his eyes.

Oh God.

He set me gently on the ground.

Oh God.

He took my hand, and my blood got on his perfect fingers.

I ripped my hand away. I backed up against the cliff, my eyes as wide as they go. Then I turned and tried to climb up the cliff again, but Velkan was quick. He grabbed my waist and hauled me to him. I fell hard against his hard, beautiful chest. I was sobbing. I couldn't see. I let my hands go, and they lashed out. One hand on my waist, Velkan grabbed both of my hands and pulled them down.

"Kallisto," I heard, and I stopped. My sobbing increased, and I went limp. I don't have the energy. My heart was gone. I couldn't think. I couldn't see. Velkan had his hands on me. I was shuddering. This was too much for me.

Then, suddenly, I had the energy to run away. Remember your deal, I thought. I am not a free girl anymore. He is safe. Don't go near him. Get away. Get away. Get away. Kallisto. Get away.

When he least expected it, I jerked my hands away, pushed him, then ran past him, falling, then scrambling back up to fall again. My dress was ruined. I didn't care. I got back up, and ran into the stream, where I fell again. I went under the water and came back up, coughing and choking. I crawled out of the water and ran again, to the other side of the ledge, trying to climb up the other cliff. I had gotten good footing and was almost half-way up when Velkan and Anna came.

"KALLISTO!" Anna called. I stopped. And I started sobbing again.

Why should I deny myself of a love that I had wanted since I was a small child? I can make Velkan love me. This doesn't have to be one sided.

Then I cursed myself for thinking such thoughts. If I came down from this mountain, I would put Velkan in danger. He would die, and Anna as well. And I would be his again. He would make me his bride-minion. I would have betrayed him. He will kill me. He will kiss me with blood. He will ravage me. He will kill everyone. He will kill Velkan.

Velkan.

I felt a hand at my ankle, and I looked down, surprised. Anna climbed up the mountain. I had stopped. When had I stopped? I let go of the cliff with one hand, to wipe away the tears, and held on with the other.

"Kallisto," Anna called.

"Leave me alone!" I cried.

"Just leave me alone," I sobbed softly. Then Anna pulled my ankle. I lost my balance and fell into Velkan's waiting arms. He was ready. His grip on me was like steel. I sobbed. I have never cried so much. He pulled me to him, and guided my head to his shoulder.

Oh God.

Oh God.

Being this close to him. Oh God. Oh good God.

I sobbed my love for him out on his own shoulder. I felt his hands holding me. I felt his arms around me. I smelled him. I loved him. I had saved him. And I loved him. Oh God, how I loved him. Too much. Cursed with love. Cursed with a one-sided love. Oh God. My love for you, Velkan, will never die. I fool myself thinking that maybe, one day, it will die. But no. It will stay forever. Cursed. I am cursed with loving you. Oh God, Velkan. God. God cursed me. Velkan. Velkan. My love. The one man I will ever love. The one man I can never have.

Velkan.