Chapter 14: Dreams coming true

Dante's house, Venice

Dante's living room was filled with music and people, everybody had come to celebrate the defeat of the Bloodspiral, and the finding of Eathon and Zack.
Dante was standing in the door opening and looked around. He felt warm and happy, finally there was nothing to worry about any more.

In the middle of the room were Lok and Sophie dancing. It was not hard to see they were in love (although they pretended to act like nothing was going on).
A few meters further on stood Eathon and his wife Sandra, finally reunited, looking at them.
On the other side of the room he saw Scarlet and Zane. Scarlet was obviously tying to hit on Zane. Dante smiled.
Between the dozens of other foundation- people, he discovered more friends: Metz, who was talking to Zack, Montehue, who was drinking more beer than good for him, Peter, Tersley, Cherit…. But one person was missing. The person he wanted to see most of all.
Where's Zhalia?

Suddenly he saw her, standing on the stairway. She was wearing a short tight black strapless dress, slightly fanned out from the bottom. She looked gorgeous.
When their eyes met, she nodded to him and went upstairs.
A little voice in Dante's head screamed to him that he had to follow her. So he did.

He walked upstairs, through the dark hallway. Zhalia way standing on the balcony of the spare room. Silently he walked towards her, put his hands around her waist, and buried his face in her soft dark- blue hair.
"Why are you standing here all alone?"

"I don't know, I just wanted some fresh air and silence…"

"You mind if I join you?"

He couldn't see her face but knew she smiled.
"That depends… what do you want to do?"

Zhalia turned around. She was so close he could count the stars reflected in her gold- brown eyes. Dante's heartbeat accelerated and a weird (but pleasant)feeling appeared is his stomach when she put her arms around his neck, and pulled him even closer. And when she kissed him lightly on his lips his heart ran wild and the feeling became uncontrollable.
He kissed her passionately, caressing her back with his hands. Smoothly he lifted her, in bridal stile, and walked inside the room. He put her carefully on the bed.
Without saying a word she pulled him on top of her. He started kissing her neck, and enjoyed the sound of her soft moaning.
He unzipped her dress , while she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The feeling of her hands, still cold of the fresh night- air, on his warm skin was amazing. He kissed and caressed her caramel skin, which shined in the light of the moon.
He felt her warm breath in his neck when she whispered something in his ear.
"I love you Dante…"

And he said the words he had wanted to say to her for so long.
"I love you to Zhalia, more than anything in this world…"

Finally his dream came true.

The End/ Het Eind/ Das Ende/ Koniec/ Fine

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And now the story's really finished! ^^
I had very much fun writing it, and I hope you had just as much fun reading it! (despite some grammer and stile mistakes etc.)

xoxo