side note about this chapter, I felt slightly poetic. And I am thinking of writing a poem using this first half, but we will see ;)
Chapter 13
Rebekah moved her hand over ancient chess sets and ancient, antique games. Polished pawns, and marble rooks; ivory animal figures and backgammon sets made of the smoothest, jet-black onyx. Rune sets carved from bones, and at long last the smooth, glossy-white, unmarked box which practically thrummed with an essence of caution from its position on the counter in which Julian lounged against while watching her from slited eyes, reminiscent of a cat's silently stalking its prey.
Her right hand wavered over the box lid, left hand at her side curling with anticipation of the mystery and excitement, and the strong sense of déjà vu that clung to the air surrounding it.
Julian, always watchful, was as still as a statue. Heartbreakingly beautiful, regal in stance, the man looked like sculpted art. Every feature perfection, and vividly detailed. At first glance he appeared nonchalant, but looking into his eyes…
Those eyes, those deadly blue depths which seem bottomless -- a hollow sapphire abyss in which held the knowledge of the world a thousand times over. Knowing every era, every trend, every single passing fad which was ever in existence; yet never having been given the chance to partake in a single one.
Watching silently, longingly, from far away and alone - amongst the shadows; the only thing he had to consider a home.
Waiting, wishing, needing something, anything, to make this life worth it's immortal longevity. Why live a life without purpose? What reason was there for his existence? Who molded his essence into what he has become?
The light came through the stained glass windows and spilled the spectrum of colors over her face. Violet, blues, red, and shimmering emeralds the exact color of her eyes .
Time no longer seemed relevant.
Locked in a gaze, a mutual understanding. Lifetimes of knowledge silently passing between them in a quiet reverie in which she knew him as the monster he truly was, and once looked the part. He saw in her the shy chorus girl he had once loved, the light in those emerald eyes blazing with the maturity of a womanhood that had been cut short twice before. He saw the girl he once met in this very place, buying a game for her boyfriend's birthday party. And he saw her now; exquisitely evolved and less meek. As beautiful as she once was, but more so. Her soul was vibrant with inellengence and had envolved to meet him dead on, and with more confidence than ever before.
She was his equal, and he hers. He would have her… this time. He would not fail. The billions of molecules of life surrounding them, suspended in the moment buzzed in time with his epiphany; this was his time…and she would be his, finally. After the heartbreak, the deformities, the betrayal, and his sacrifice… This time he would finally know love, and keep it.