When I awake I'm wrapped in warm fabric and laying on a soft make shift bed. I'm in the centre of a room made up of walls of colourful silk shawls drifting from the stone ceiling, and for a minute I think I'm in a gypsy heaven.
But when my thoughts of absolute beauty are interrupted one of the same husky voices of just hours ago, I'm broken out of my day dream, thinking maybe it's a Gypsy angel coming to tell me I've died and come to this wonderful heaven.
"You're awake.."
I turn towards the voice instantly, my heart skipping an entire eat as I notice he doesn't have wings and is dressed in all black with a pale complexion and platinum hair. For a moment, I assume on Gypsy hell, only because this mysterious looking man is dressed entirely in black. Though my assumptions waver back to heaven and I realize his beauty, knowing there is no way in the universe that this place could possibly be hell.
"Rest assured that this is not heaven-or hell for that matter." I stared at him with a blank look, wondering who in the world he could have read my very own thoughts. It was just a little freaky, making me debate once more where I really was. Perijtory? Where they keep closed souls until they had a rightful place for them? Would the lord above really do that too me? If there was any such thing.. Well, there had to be, if I was lying here.
"You're alive."
My mouth dropped open. How in the blue hell was I was alive? The man had beaten me to a pulp, how did I survive that? How the fuck did I pull through?
"I'm alive?" I managed to mutter through bruised lips, shifting uncomfortably so my spine was against the stone wall. I didn't feel any pain.. But that's not at all what I remembered. Was I really alive?
The man didn't awnser my question, but instead began to walk towards the very bed I was laying on. I found myself concentrating on his footsteps, counting each and every 'click' against the stone floor. A smirk was set upon his lips as he stared across the room into his eyes, and for the very first time I noticed their colour. Ice blue eyes, what a terrible beauty they held. Finer than any other jewel or stone I've come across in all my 19 years, and I've been places, lots of places. And I can promise you, when they stared through you, it was no problem to feel the emotion this seemingly young man beared; it was like a spell that had wrapped me in it's tight grasp. He had me at the first glance.
As he stared at me intently, I felt like the centre of the universe. And that alone, made me feel different.
"Yes, you're alive. More alive than you probley ever will be." He replied with ease, his blue eyes burning holes inside my own. I didn't entirely understand his words, but I decided just to go with it.. Getting lost in those ice blue orbs of his.
At the moment, I didn't care where I was, who I was with, danger, pain, anything.. All I seemed to care about where how those eyes stared at me, and the reason behind them. He was admiring me, I could tell. But not only because of my beauty, but because I held something none he had ever been in pressance of did.
And it took me a long time to realize, I held half of his heart within me. I was his human mate.