NOTE: sorry this took so long been pretty busy but here it is and hope its good enough :D
Her tears finally cease, now she is as dry as a desert, but cold as a winters eve.
She has nothing left now but this strange room and her coldblooded strigoi captor and she must learn to live with this.
She must accept it, it is too hard for to resist when her thoughts seem to be flickering and crackling like static.
She is his prisoner, and what an efficient jailer he is, for he has her trapped like a bird in a cage, and she no more hope of escape than if she was stuck in an iron box. He has thought of everything, protection, home comforts, even clothing. She notices this with horror. Silken slips of jewel coloured garments fit for princesses. Each one designed to accentuate the sensual feminine curves.
She is his doll, his plaything. He can dress her up, throw her down, play with her, use her, or discard her like a piece of litter if he wishes.
She shudders at the thought...
But with what. Horror?
Pleasure?
She feels sick to the bone, in this gilded jail cell
But there is nothing left for her to do
But the sink into the soft quilted king size bed
And fall into deep oblivion.
You watch her sleep. Ridiculously tiny and doll like in that huge bed. Leaving a warm imprint of her soft body in the mattress. Her golden brown skin, Dewey and dark against the white sheets. She looks so peaceful and calm in slumber, and you faintly remember what it is like to sleep, to leave the world for a few hours, to only exist in your own private dreams.
Her chest rises and falls with each breath her lips moist and glistening, slightly parted. Deep thoughts seem to twitch behind her thin veined eyelids and her fingers furl and unfurl like a child grasping for something only she can she
And you watch her sleep, silently waiting, waiting......
She wakes to see the shadow of a man in the corner, like a deathly spectre.
Dimitri...
He is here with her, and for a moment she forgets everything, what he's become.
Maybe this had all been a dream, maybe none of this ever happened and Dimitri is the same person she has loved and yearned for. The same man who made her tremble like a butterfly in his gentle hands. the man who taught her to fight with intelligence and respect, but who loved her with so much faith and tenderness, it made her heart ache. He used to read western novels with a little boy hope of being a brave cowboy. He was beautiful.
Oh how she hopes, wishes that this is so
That Dimitri is here, and it is him only him.
But it cannot be true
The evidence smacks her in the face
Those red eyes, that hard expression
All that was is gone
Only death and despair is left now
Now She watches him with wary eyes
As he tells her to sit down, get comfortable
But how can she be comfortable in his presence
She the lamb in mighty lion's grassy plains
She can never relax around him
But she drags up some of that courage that had deserted her
Its not much but its enough to let her take a seat opposite him
To stare him down, and talk to him as she used to
With her usual witty sarcastic remarks
This is her only vice left
As he talks, she sees just how much he has changed
His sweet caring nature is gone, replaced now with hardness, bitterness and thirst for power
He is a killer of innocents
But he believes he is better, this life holds more promise to him now.
And she listens repulsed as he tells her how it feels to kill, to drink these beings he used to fight to protect.
And she watches the desire in his face as he describes the fading of human life the feeling of his victims blood running through his veins
And it makes her sick
But she listens mesmerized by his velvet voice, his expressive mouth that used to kiss her softly but is now uttering such disgusting profanities of death and loss.
He is getting more excited now, he wants her to see how truly desirable his life is.
Hiss cold hands pinch her arms as he pins her down. His eyes lit up with exhilaration as he again tell her of his plan for them to live together side by side, king and queen of darkness
His eyes gleam red and his fangs glint in the light
She is not used to seeing him with fangs and she tries to twist away
' I don't want any of this!'
She cries out
" I don't want you'
But she does, she wants him so much it burns her.
And he doesn't believe her anyway
As always, he knows her inside out. He knows how to mould her, to play her like a fiddle. How his fingers seem to twang against the tights strings of despair as he brings up all the little fears hidden within her, as he talks about lissa's spirit darkness, the insanity it comes with which will bleed in to her. This is the price she must pay, for she is spirit bound.
And then he starts to talk about them
About their electrifying connection, how it's still sparks between them.
He is so close now, his body pressed against hers, he has her pinned like a worm on a hook
He calls her Roza
And that's all it takes for her to fall into his embrace
For the second time they kiss
And its all cobalt blue and silver, intense and bright and she wants more.
His lips where cold but the kiss burned between them
Fire and ice
She yields to his touch, as his hands run up and down her softness
Burning, burning
And His mouth moves down to her neck, leaving a tingling trail of desire
She feels the sharp points of his fangs
She tenses, she doesn't want this
But she does
And as her skin tear and blood runs out, the incredible bliss, the high, the rush
She falls back into it, rides the crashing wavesof pleasure and light
For this is means the end of her defiance, it is the start of something uncontrollable and new.