NOTE/ hey so as some have you have probably noticed i have missed out some major characters, past events and plot lines but that is just because i want to focus on just dimitri and rose i want to make it so intense i dont want it to be filtered with other stuff so yeh thought i'd just clear that up. any way enjoy :)
She remember the old days, back when she was a completely different girl
When things where, if not peaceful, at least good, happy
When being in love was not as hard, not so much a heavy cross to bear.
Their love was a secret but it was deep, exciting and filled with so much warmth
And she was safe in his arms. He loved her, she knew it. She felt it and never had to doubt it.
The proof was there, and it was not some fleeting flimsy thing
It was as solid as the earth, and as bottomless as the sea
Although they had to hide their feelings from others, their family and peers even from each other
After that unforgettable day in the cabin, after their touch had brought each other to life
They knew there was no going back. They had a future together, something to look forward to
They had hope
She used to dream about their future
Fantasies of big white weddings, and tiny dark haired children holding her hand
Of warm summer nights spent at the beach, of falling asleep in his arms and not having to worry if anyone should find out. She just wanted them to be together
And now they are
But it isn't the same, it isn't GOOD
There is no longer any tenderness in his touch, no more loving caresses in his words
No softness in his eyes
There is only passion left, so intense it verges on violence
She no longer feels safe in his love; she is standing on a knife edge precipice
Waiting to fall to her death
She is walking on a thin piece of ice and can no longer get a grip
And she is slipping...
All his words, his kisses, his gifts
They are weighing her down
Her past life, Lissa, Adrian, the academy. They are sliding away from her
She is sinking and she cannot control it
Even more than she can control her love for him
She's too far gone now
Yes she has him
Her lover, her life
But it is not a dream
And there is no more hope....
The house is edgy and restless, the tension so thick you can feel the air thrumming with it
It is because of you actions, you brought her here
And for you own purpose you keep her here
But the unease is beginning to build up
Galina your mentor, she will not wait much longer
And neither will you
You need something to happen soon
You can barely keep yourself together
You are impatient; you want this household under your control
You will overcome them with your power and strength
But only with her, your beauty, by your side
Will you be able to achieve this.
She is strong willed and it is harder than you thought it would be
But she is weakening, collapsing in on herself
You go to room at late dusk
She is pale and drawn, her eyes duller and cheeks slightly sunken
She is beginning to break, she grasps at you
And offers herself to you as easily as any blood whore
She is YOUR whore
And venom pools in your mouth as her pulse beats against her Dewey neck
And your body tingles, wanting to crush her against you and take all of her
But instead you take her hand roughly
'Come!' you say
'Come' and you drag her to the door and out of the stuffy rooms that has confined her for so long
Her pallor slightly worries you, she has been kept inside to long and her fire and glow is diminishing.
Besides that room compresses you too, the air tight and saturated with her scent, it makes you agitated and nervous.
Swiftly and cautiously, so she does not get a glimpse of how to evade these severe measure you have set up to contain her, you pull her through the long winding corridors of the house, out into the cool fresh air of the night-time garden.
To see her in starry night is breathtaking. Her skin takes on all the colours of the moonlight, shining silver and pale in the darkness. Tendrils of rich, silken hair curl in the breeze. Shadows dance in the contours of her cheek bones. She a mythical beauty, ghostly vision. You realise this is how she will look when she is one your kind. A true master of the night.
You can't take your eyes of her. You had hoped to escape that burning desire you felt in that small bedroom, but it is even stronger here. Her splendour enthrals you and pulls you in.
You crush your lips against hers, feeling her melt under your touch.
She draws her breath as your tongue touches hers, wet and soft.
Sparks. Flashes of light. Surrender
And when you finally pull away
She trembles and shakes
Her breathing laboured
Her eyes stare up at you wide and mirroring the stars
To hide the burning in your own eyes
You turn away then, taking her hand again
Lead her through the glistening dew dropped grass.
Flowers blooms in all the colours of precious gems
The air is heavy with the scent of jasmine
She is mesmerized and dazed by this Eden
But she is tired and weak
She leans against you like a sleepy child
So you set her down on the damp ground
And lie down next to her
She inhales softly, and picks at the grass with slender fingers
'What's this like for you' she asks
'What's the night like?"
So you tell her
How everything is as clear and sharp as day
How you can smell the dirt and wood and water
How your heightened senses can feel the clods of soil underneath
Sharp pebbles and grains of clay
A scurry of ants underground
The creaking of cicadas further away is loud in your ear.
'It can be like this for you too'
You say, as you stroke her soft hair
"If you will only let me. Rose this is driving me insane! Why won't you let me.
I want you, I NEED you!'
She turns from you, a tear leaving a silver trail on her cheek
And softly, quietly
'Why'
She whispers
'Why....'