For Him
Disclaimer: La, la, la, la, la, la
Author's Note: So many reviews! Wow! I have fans! Why didn't I know about this? Hmm?
Marisa-Drake: No more heart attacks. And I love it too.
Verona: Well . . . I don't know what I was going to do. The thought never occurred to me to have Kallisto save him until you reviewed saying that. You're a genius! This chapter is dedicated to you, k?
TheEvilQueen: You're telling me.
Levis Goddess: I know I know! Soon! Dracula . . . swoons. And thank you!
Me'aer: Why thank you. Blushes. Thank you again, just for the heck of it.
A/N: Oh I had such a great day today! I saw a guy at the beach that looked like Prince William times twenty. Mm. Yum. Anyway.
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Chapter 7
Lure
We must look strange, I thought as I stumbled along, my hand throbbing. The Prince and Princess walking with a girl in a ragged ball gown that doesn't look white anymore and a bandaged hand. What a scene we make. I said this to Anna, and she hooked her arm through mine.
"Don't worry about it, Kallisto. We need to get you to the mansion." When I stumbled, she held me up and we walked together, me leaning my weight on her. She was so strong. It made me respect her more and more.
We walked along for a while, and I hadn't stumbled. My eyelids were growing heavy and my feet were stone blocks. Suddenly, I tripped, bringing Anna down with me. She got up in a hurry, wiping off blood, but I stayed down. I was too tired to go on. To exhausted.
"Kallisto," Anna said, and I smiled into the soil.
"Go on without me. Let him take me." Then I was in the air, held by strong arms. Arms of steel.
Velkan.
I stared heavy lidded into his gray eyes, which held concern and compassion. And lingering shock. From what I had told him. From my confession. From my love.
Then I saw no more.
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Velkan was carrying Kallisto. I didn't like it. She needed to be kept away from Velkan. But I could see she was exhausted, almost frighteningly so. She slept soundly in Velkan's arms. She was content. I think it was a new feeling for her.
I had to keep my word to Kallisto. I had to keep her safe. I had to keep my promise. I am Anna Valerious. I keep my word. She had to be kept away from Velkan. I believe I have already failed her.
I kept walking, determined to get to my bed. I looked up at the sky, seeing the sun peek over the mountain tops. I was so tired.
We needed to kill him.
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She was beautiful. Count Dracula had good taste. How old was she? My eyes grazed over her body, then rested at her hand. Her hand that sported a bandage soaked in blood.
She saved me. She saved me from a horrible fate. The Count has deadly aim when it comes to knives. I shivered at what could've happened, then shivered again when I thought of what did happen.
She was so brave. Twelve years. She has loved me for twelve years. My fingers dug into her side, where I was holding her, and I stared at her with renewed respect. She dealt with loving someone as dumb as me for twelve years. Though I doubt she would find me dumb. I bet she finds me handsome and cunning. I guess that sounds more like her . . . lover. I shivered at that thought. Yes, he was her lover. For four years, he was her lover. He still is, no matter how far away we take her.
She shifted in my grasp, and I looked back, trying to remember four years ago, the night she fled. I had come to the house of her Godmother, looking for her to tell her what we were going to do to save her. She wasn't there. I waited and waited, and she came home with raw hands. She had been watching the sky. How beautiful she had looked. I left, then was at the library in the Valerious Mansion, reading. I had a horrible feeling in my gut that I tried to ignore, but finally chose to quench the fear and escort myself to her Godmother's house. I went to her room to find her with Count Dracula, half naked and aroused. He was fully naked. He was so protective of her. She was so beautiful.
He told me he would have her, then jumped out the window. I remembered the anger in his eyes. And he did have her. For four years. Four long, horrible years, for Kallisto.
Kallisto.
The girl who saved me.
Stuck out her hand and caught the heat of the knife that was made to cut through wood a foot thick.
I remembered the look in her eyes. I remembered her straining breasts. I remembered her lips. The lips that were displayed in front of me. And then I remembered something else that I hadn't forgotten until about a year ago:
My longing for her.
Maneuvering her so I held her with one arm, I stroked her cheek gently. She moaned softly in sleep and leaned into the caress. Her cheek was so soft. The Count did well with this one.
Very well.
I bent my head a bit, the lure of her lips strong. I tried to pull away, but my efforts were in vain, for I wanted to taste her again, to see if she was still the same. Did the bitterness of the last four years survive on her lips? Will I taste Count Dracula on her tongue?
I pressed my lips onto hers gently, lightly. She moaned loudly, and I pulled away. But not before Anna saw.
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"Velkan!" He kissed her. He kissed her!
"Velkan! Good God, Velkan! I-You-Velkan!" I was speechless.
"What were you thinking? Do you realize how much she loves you?" He was staring at me incredulously.
"A lot?" he guessed meagerly.
"To the point of she gave up her life for you! Do you not understand the reason she went up on the mountain to be had by Count Dracula every night? Do you not understand that she has loved you for twelve years? She cannot take you being close to her. She loves you too much. Velkan, I promised her I would not let you touch her. You will help me keep my word, will you not? And touching also means kissing!" I almost shrieked. He just stared at me. As if comprehending what I had told him. I let it sink in.
I could never even imagine loving someone who did not love me back for twelve years. I would never be able to manage. I would throw myself at his feet and beg for him to love me, not give up my life for him. I would make him love me. I would take him for myself. Kallisto took an entirely different approach.
She accepted that she would forever love him. She accepted that she was cursed with a one-sided love. I would never settle for that.
But she was different. In a good way.
Stronger.
Disclaimer: La, la, la, la, la, la
Author's Note: So many reviews! Wow! I have fans! Why didn't I know about this? Hmm?
Marisa-Drake: No more heart attacks. And I love it too.
Verona: Well . . . I don't know what I was going to do. The thought never occurred to me to have Kallisto save him until you reviewed saying that. You're a genius! This chapter is dedicated to you, k?
TheEvilQueen: You're telling me.
Levis Goddess: I know I know! Soon! Dracula . . . swoons. And thank you!
Me'aer: Why thank you. Blushes. Thank you again, just for the heck of it.
A/N: Oh I had such a great day today! I saw a guy at the beach that looked like Prince William times twenty. Mm. Yum. Anyway.
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Chapter 7
Lure
We must look strange, I thought as I stumbled along, my hand throbbing. The Prince and Princess walking with a girl in a ragged ball gown that doesn't look white anymore and a bandaged hand. What a scene we make. I said this to Anna, and she hooked her arm through mine.
"Don't worry about it, Kallisto. We need to get you to the mansion." When I stumbled, she held me up and we walked together, me leaning my weight on her. She was so strong. It made me respect her more and more.
We walked along for a while, and I hadn't stumbled. My eyelids were growing heavy and my feet were stone blocks. Suddenly, I tripped, bringing Anna down with me. She got up in a hurry, wiping off blood, but I stayed down. I was too tired to go on. To exhausted.
"Kallisto," Anna said, and I smiled into the soil.
"Go on without me. Let him take me." Then I was in the air, held by strong arms. Arms of steel.
Velkan.
I stared heavy lidded into his gray eyes, which held concern and compassion. And lingering shock. From what I had told him. From my confession. From my love.
Then I saw no more.
}{}{}{}{}{}{}{)()()()()(
Velkan was carrying Kallisto. I didn't like it. She needed to be kept away from Velkan. But I could see she was exhausted, almost frighteningly so. She slept soundly in Velkan's arms. She was content. I think it was a new feeling for her.
I had to keep my word to Kallisto. I had to keep her safe. I had to keep my promise. I am Anna Valerious. I keep my word. She had to be kept away from Velkan. I believe I have already failed her.
I kept walking, determined to get to my bed. I looked up at the sky, seeing the sun peek over the mountain tops. I was so tired.
We needed to kill him.
}{}{}{}{}{}{}{)()()()()()(
She was beautiful. Count Dracula had good taste. How old was she? My eyes grazed over her body, then rested at her hand. Her hand that sported a bandage soaked in blood.
She saved me. She saved me from a horrible fate. The Count has deadly aim when it comes to knives. I shivered at what could've happened, then shivered again when I thought of what did happen.
She was so brave. Twelve years. She has loved me for twelve years. My fingers dug into her side, where I was holding her, and I stared at her with renewed respect. She dealt with loving someone as dumb as me for twelve years. Though I doubt she would find me dumb. I bet she finds me handsome and cunning. I guess that sounds more like her . . . lover. I shivered at that thought. Yes, he was her lover. For four years, he was her lover. He still is, no matter how far away we take her.
She shifted in my grasp, and I looked back, trying to remember four years ago, the night she fled. I had come to the house of her Godmother, looking for her to tell her what we were going to do to save her. She wasn't there. I waited and waited, and she came home with raw hands. She had been watching the sky. How beautiful she had looked. I left, then was at the library in the Valerious Mansion, reading. I had a horrible feeling in my gut that I tried to ignore, but finally chose to quench the fear and escort myself to her Godmother's house. I went to her room to find her with Count Dracula, half naked and aroused. He was fully naked. He was so protective of her. She was so beautiful.
He told me he would have her, then jumped out the window. I remembered the anger in his eyes. And he did have her. For four years. Four long, horrible years, for Kallisto.
Kallisto.
The girl who saved me.
Stuck out her hand and caught the heat of the knife that was made to cut through wood a foot thick.
I remembered the look in her eyes. I remembered her straining breasts. I remembered her lips. The lips that were displayed in front of me. And then I remembered something else that I hadn't forgotten until about a year ago:
My longing for her.
Maneuvering her so I held her with one arm, I stroked her cheek gently. She moaned softly in sleep and leaned into the caress. Her cheek was so soft. The Count did well with this one.
Very well.
I bent my head a bit, the lure of her lips strong. I tried to pull away, but my efforts were in vain, for I wanted to taste her again, to see if she was still the same. Did the bitterness of the last four years survive on her lips? Will I taste Count Dracula on her tongue?
I pressed my lips onto hers gently, lightly. She moaned loudly, and I pulled away. But not before Anna saw.
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"Velkan!" He kissed her. He kissed her!
"Velkan! Good God, Velkan! I-You-Velkan!" I was speechless.
"What were you thinking? Do you realize how much she loves you?" He was staring at me incredulously.
"A lot?" he guessed meagerly.
"To the point of she gave up her life for you! Do you not understand the reason she went up on the mountain to be had by Count Dracula every night? Do you not understand that she has loved you for twelve years? She cannot take you being close to her. She loves you too much. Velkan, I promised her I would not let you touch her. You will help me keep my word, will you not? And touching also means kissing!" I almost shrieked. He just stared at me. As if comprehending what I had told him. I let it sink in.
I could never even imagine loving someone who did not love me back for twelve years. I would never be able to manage. I would throw myself at his feet and beg for him to love me, not give up my life for him. I would make him love me. I would take him for myself. Kallisto took an entirely different approach.
She accepted that she would forever love him. She accepted that she was cursed with a one-sided love. I would never settle for that.
But she was different. In a good way.
Stronger.