Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters, or Chad Michael Murray. However I do own the girl in this first chapter, but I refuse to give her name away in this disclaimer.
Information, which should be known before reading this: The ages of the two main characters are twenty-two. Luke and Lorelai are together and so are Rory and Logan. Everything in the show has happened, however, I will probably not touch on that since the other Gilmore Girls characters are mainly supporting characters in this story, though I will tell you that Logan and his friends will have a large role as well as Emily Gilmore. Yup, Emily will have a large role in this story. So without further ado, here it is.
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Their glistening eyes locked from across the room as she slowly began her descent down the marble, spiraling staircase. Crystalline blue met captivating emerald as he continued to capture her attention. It had been five years since she had ran from the safety of his arms, five years since he had felt her warmth surround him.
'Five fucking years.' He thought as his steely eyes longingly trailed down her long, tanned, slender legs, which were barely hidden by the tantalizing dress, which barely covered her body. The beauty in question stood at about five feet, seven inches. She wore a black, fitting off the shoulder dress, which hugged each curve of her hourglass figure and stopped six inches above her tanned knees. On her feet she wore delicately beaded, black heels. She managed to look elegant, a feat which no other woman who dared to wear a dress like that to one of these society parties, could ever hope to achieve. But then again, she always managed to look perfect, beyond perfect. He could not think of any words that could do her beauty justice. She had been his everything and he swore he would never let her go.
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Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the elegant, blonde young man casually leaning against the door frame and though afterwards she would scold herself, the ravishing young woman could not help but feel a pang of happiness and hope at the absence of his date and the clinging bimbos of high society. Her long, straight, silky black hair flowed around her and side-swept bangs hooded her bright emerald eyes. Every eye in the room was on her as she reached the bottom of the spiral stairway. Men looked to long and the women gaped at the astonishing presence, that still after all this time, which they could not become accustomed to. She put up her pointed, dainty nose, which held a tiny diamond stud to match the jewels, which elegantly dripped from the rest of her curvaceous body.
'Five fucking years and there he is.'
As she stared into the steely blue eyes of the young man, she discovered the hurt, love and anger, which he often masked. Children of high society never showed emotion. If there was one thing her father had taught her, that was it.
'What a job Daddy's done on me.' She thought with bitterness.
As she continued to stare at the young man she loved she wondered what had happened to them, but she had known.
Flashback
She continued to arch her back against the library wall as he thrust in and out of her, whispering incoherently. One of his hands continuously twisted her hardened nipple and she moaned his name as his other hand snaked to graze her clit. With that one sharp touch, their quick lovemaking ended as he came, crashing his lips against hers. Slowly she detached her legs from around his waist and stood against him, staring into his clouded blue eyes. They were lost in each other and for a moment they were perfect.
"I love you," she whispered, sincerity evident in her tone and pure adoration shining in her emerald eyes. He had never let his guard down in front of anyone but her. She knew that he loved her, but as she made this confession and uttered these words, which she had never said to anyone else, she saw him freeze and wondered if her blissful admission was a mistake.
He knew that this was big for her and he also knew that it had taken a lot for her to dare to utter those words aloud. He never wanted to hurt her for the world, but knowing that these words meant so much to her, he felt that he could not say them back until he was sure he would not screw this relationship up.
"I. . . I don't know what to say," he chuckled softly, "I'm flattered."
'How could he be so cold? I know he loves me and he knows how hard that was for me to say. Why is he making this into a big joke?' she wondered, as tears began to form behind her eyes.
As he went to kiss her she moved away from him and began to get dressed, his eyes boring a hole into her back.
"Look, Baby, you know how I feel about you, but I'm not sure I can say that I love you yet." They had been together for years and he knew that this would kill her, but he wanted to protect her. He thought that she would understand, maybe not right away, but eventually. He was right. She did not understand.
Her shoulders slumped and she walked out of the DuGray's library, into the party, which had continued during their heated lovemaking.
"Goodbye Tristan," she whispered as she closed the French doors.
With those words he had watched his first and only love walk out of his life for five years.
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She was pulled out of her reverie when a strong arm was placed upon her shoulders. She could feel the surrounding guests staring at her and her ex-boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. The word still held a bitterness in her mind and she had refused to date another man for five years.
"Can we talk?" He questioned, leading her into the library, where their relationship had ended five years previous.
"I suppose I don't really have a choice now, do I?" She coldly asked, though it came out as a statement more than a question.
"You always did."
"Talk. Sure, let's talk. I can't wait to hear what you could possibly say to me after five years."
"Don't you dare fucking blame this on me Vic, don't you fucking dare," he growled, though his voice was somewhat calm and collected. He began again, "You walked out on me five years ago. You never looked back. So, therefore, you don't get to decide how this is done.
"I loved you Vic, damn it. I still love you. I never stopped."
She stood there, stunned at this confession.
He took her silence as a sign and crashed his lips upon hers. In that moment, Victoria Huntzberger was thrown back into the relationship, which had given her both grief and joy, but she didn't care. At that moment she was kissing Tristan, her Tristan, and that was all that mattered.
To be continued
A/N: This is the prologue for this story; however, this will not focus on Tristan and Victoria getting together, but rather their lives before the split. There will be many flashbacks, which will explain why they are the way they are and why Victoria had such a hard time when he refused to tell her he loved her. Please Review and tell me if this is worth continuing.
xO. Beautiful Deceit