For Him
Disclaimer: No. I don't own anything. You know. Come on!
Author's Note: I have a feeling I'm going to like writing this chapter. I also have a feeling it's going to be longer than three pages. RIGHT, KALLISTO? Kallisto the Muse nods wildly. Okay. Good. Now on with Kalli and, newly, Dracula! But first:
Mariela: You're LEAVING? NO! Anyway. Thanks.
Verona: Yay, Dracula, yay! Yummy.
Me'aer: Well, you know . . .
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Chapter 9
Bloody Love
"Kallisto," I breathed her name softly. I saw her shudder. She dropped the book, and I felt like my heart had started pumping again. You could put a burlap bag on her and she would still be beautiful. She stood up, her legs trembling beneath the ugly brown frock she was wearing. She made the rag look like a ball gown.
"You," she whispered, her eyes wide. I smiled at her from the armchair I was sitting in. I sat with my fingers together plaintively. I looked at her from over the top of them. She was trembling. Why?
"Why are you trembling, my dear?" I asked her quietly, and she took a shaky step towards me. She shook her head and looked at the ground.
"Because of you," she murmured, and I smiled behind my fingers. Her hazel eyes had more brown in them now. I knew what that meant.
She was scared.
Scared of me, I wonder?
I mentally shook that thought from my head. She knows I will never hurt her.
Doesn't she?
I plunged myself to my feet, grounding out the sight of her face when I tried to bite her. She was so scared. She was scared of me. I never want that to happen again. I never want to feel as I did when I saw her face. It was horrible.
"How is your hand, Kallisto?" She reached out her bandaged hand, staring at it. She shook her beautiful head slowly. I swallowed for no reason. Then I felt anger.
"You fool, Kallisto," I ground out, and she raised startled hazel eyes to mine. I glared at her.
"You did that to yourself, my love. You deserved it." I instantly regretted my jealous tone and words. She looked at me with horror. Then she collapsed sobbing. I held her to me, stroking her impossibly long hair, cursing my temper. But my temper, and the rest of me, was already cursed. I kissed the top of her head and rested my cheek on her hair. She pulled away.
"I-I can't help it," she sobbed, pulling at my coat. I felt my face get hard, and my grip on her tightened.
"You can't help loving Velkan Valerious?" I asked her in a heated whisper. Her eyes shut and she leaned into me, and her body rolled onto mine as she rested her head on my chest. I felt heat rise up in my cold body to warm and melt the ice that she had placed around my heart. The ice she put there when she ran away.
"Why did you run, Kallisto?" I asked her softly. "Was I not good to you?" My voice dropped. "Were you frightened of me?" I pulled back, putting my finger under her chin and lifting her head up. I saw fear in the pools of brown that were her eyes. I bent my head and kissed her nose lightly. She shivered, pushing back on my hand that was on her spine. She stared into my eyes, looking from one to the other.
"Because," she whispered, and I narrowed my eyes. I waited for her to go on, but she was frozen.
"Yes?" I urged, pressing her to me, and she sighed softly.
"Because I was being greedy. Because I wanted Velkan for myself. Because I forgot my oath to myself." She looked at me with agony in her eyes. "Because I was acting like you." I grabbed her head and kissed her. She moaned softly into my mouth, and I pressed her body to mine roughly.
"I like the old you better," I whispered into her mouth, and she melted against me.
Then the shades were thrown open by Anna Valerious, and I was bathed in light. Kallisto and I were thrown into the bookcase, where there was no sunlight. She looked up at me and touched the sears of burn that were clearing up as she reached up to touch them. She hugged me then, and I heard Anna Valerious say her name softly.
"Kallisto." I felt her stiffen in my arms, and I held her tighter.
"I'm not letting you go," I said to her, and she stared up at me. She raised her lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. Then she spun out of my arms and into the sunlight, her black hair fanning out and resting on her back. She stared at me warily. I stared at her, and I saw Anna had a triumphant but motherly look on her face.
I set my face, then walked into the sunlight, ignoring the burning sensation everywhere. Blood leaked out of every inch of me. I walked to a stunned and frightened Kallisto. I reached out and took her hand, bringing it up to cup my cheek. She never once cowered or tried to pull away. I let her hand go, and she held it up, staring at the blood on her hand. My blood. I kissed her hair with my bloody lips, then turned and walked to the window. I turned a bit, to Anna Valerious, who had a silver stake. I smirked down at her.
"I will have her," I sneered, then dove out the window.
Disclaimer: No. I don't own anything. You know. Come on!
Author's Note: I have a feeling I'm going to like writing this chapter. I also have a feeling it's going to be longer than three pages. RIGHT, KALLISTO? Kallisto the Muse nods wildly. Okay. Good. Now on with Kalli and, newly, Dracula! But first:
Mariela: You're LEAVING? NO! Anyway. Thanks.
Verona: Yay, Dracula, yay! Yummy.
Me'aer: Well, you know . . .
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Chapter 9
Bloody Love
"Kallisto," I breathed her name softly. I saw her shudder. She dropped the book, and I felt like my heart had started pumping again. You could put a burlap bag on her and she would still be beautiful. She stood up, her legs trembling beneath the ugly brown frock she was wearing. She made the rag look like a ball gown.
"You," she whispered, her eyes wide. I smiled at her from the armchair I was sitting in. I sat with my fingers together plaintively. I looked at her from over the top of them. She was trembling. Why?
"Why are you trembling, my dear?" I asked her quietly, and she took a shaky step towards me. She shook her head and looked at the ground.
"Because of you," she murmured, and I smiled behind my fingers. Her hazel eyes had more brown in them now. I knew what that meant.
She was scared.
Scared of me, I wonder?
I mentally shook that thought from my head. She knows I will never hurt her.
Doesn't she?
I plunged myself to my feet, grounding out the sight of her face when I tried to bite her. She was so scared. She was scared of me. I never want that to happen again. I never want to feel as I did when I saw her face. It was horrible.
"How is your hand, Kallisto?" She reached out her bandaged hand, staring at it. She shook her beautiful head slowly. I swallowed for no reason. Then I felt anger.
"You fool, Kallisto," I ground out, and she raised startled hazel eyes to mine. I glared at her.
"You did that to yourself, my love. You deserved it." I instantly regretted my jealous tone and words. She looked at me with horror. Then she collapsed sobbing. I held her to me, stroking her impossibly long hair, cursing my temper. But my temper, and the rest of me, was already cursed. I kissed the top of her head and rested my cheek on her hair. She pulled away.
"I-I can't help it," she sobbed, pulling at my coat. I felt my face get hard, and my grip on her tightened.
"You can't help loving Velkan Valerious?" I asked her in a heated whisper. Her eyes shut and she leaned into me, and her body rolled onto mine as she rested her head on my chest. I felt heat rise up in my cold body to warm and melt the ice that she had placed around my heart. The ice she put there when she ran away.
"Why did you run, Kallisto?" I asked her softly. "Was I not good to you?" My voice dropped. "Were you frightened of me?" I pulled back, putting my finger under her chin and lifting her head up. I saw fear in the pools of brown that were her eyes. I bent my head and kissed her nose lightly. She shivered, pushing back on my hand that was on her spine. She stared into my eyes, looking from one to the other.
"Because," she whispered, and I narrowed my eyes. I waited for her to go on, but she was frozen.
"Yes?" I urged, pressing her to me, and she sighed softly.
"Because I was being greedy. Because I wanted Velkan for myself. Because I forgot my oath to myself." She looked at me with agony in her eyes. "Because I was acting like you." I grabbed her head and kissed her. She moaned softly into my mouth, and I pressed her body to mine roughly.
"I like the old you better," I whispered into her mouth, and she melted against me.
Then the shades were thrown open by Anna Valerious, and I was bathed in light. Kallisto and I were thrown into the bookcase, where there was no sunlight. She looked up at me and touched the sears of burn that were clearing up as she reached up to touch them. She hugged me then, and I heard Anna Valerious say her name softly.
"Kallisto." I felt her stiffen in my arms, and I held her tighter.
"I'm not letting you go," I said to her, and she stared up at me. She raised her lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. Then she spun out of my arms and into the sunlight, her black hair fanning out and resting on her back. She stared at me warily. I stared at her, and I saw Anna had a triumphant but motherly look on her face.
I set my face, then walked into the sunlight, ignoring the burning sensation everywhere. Blood leaked out of every inch of me. I walked to a stunned and frightened Kallisto. I reached out and took her hand, bringing it up to cup my cheek. She never once cowered or tried to pull away. I let her hand go, and she held it up, staring at the blood on her hand. My blood. I kissed her hair with my bloody lips, then turned and walked to the window. I turned a bit, to Anna Valerious, who had a silver stake. I smirked down at her.
"I will have her," I sneered, then dove out the window.