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Chapter Twenty-eight:
Confession
I want to embrace you and never let you go
Almost hope you're in heaven so no one can hurt your soul
I just need to know whatever has happened,
The truth will free my soul
(Lyrics: Somewhere – Within Temptation)
The meeting was longer than expected, as Boris was heading back into his main chambers.
Now that the meeting was crossed out of his list, he went on to the next thing on it; having a little fun with the fledgling unconscious on his bed.
It was a perfect delight to him to take her virginity away from her.
He knew he left the door opened, because he thought she would never wake up; it would take a several hours to recover from the blood loss.
As he steps into the room, the thought that she would be out for a few hours was wiped away.
On his bed, no one lay on it; there was a little stain of dried blood on one of the pillows.
His joy was wiped away from his as anger was building inside him.
'It can't be!' his mind said.
He headed to the closet to see if she was hiding from him. If she were, then it would be even better.
Slamming the closet open, he peers in the area, to see only his clothes. She wasn't in sight. As well the clothes she was wearing before his little feast, it vanished as well.
His mouth revealed his teeth; his fangs as he was gritting them with madness.
"She has escaped!!!"
Flashes of the horror she had experienced from these many nights, were haunting her.
The touching…
…The kisses…
…The fangs that sank into her flesh; her life draining away from her.
Then her screams…
Within a snap, Jess opened her eyes as she realized she was screaming.
She quickly too deep breaths, as she realizes where she was. Warm water was wetting her skin, and her hair. She looked around to see that she was in one of the shower stalls in the females' washrooms and bathrooms.
The stall she was in was in soft pink tiles. Perfectly aligned…
Then she remembers how she managed to get into the showers, naked.
Somehow, while she was low with energy, headed back into the building, because she had a few hours till the sun rises. Sneaking into the girls' dorm, without anyone aware of her condition, quickly getting her stuff to head into the showers. During the showers, she was scrubbing hard with a sponge and some scented body wash, to get rid of his scent; his filthy touches. Yet, with all the energy left of her; she must have collapsed and fell into a small slumber.
'How long did I sleep?' she asked herself.
Jess realizing that she has recover well from the pain, turn off the taps of the shower, ready to get out and get change.
With a beige towel in her grasp, she covers herself from her breasts down to the lower part of her thighs.
But with her clean from what happened, she didn't feel like it at all. Not in physically, but emotionally, mentally, and possibly spiritually.
The clock is ticking every second, in the library of Blood Trillium. The room is dark, as the curtains along the windows were cover.
Books lay on many shelves, along the walls, and forming into little hallways. Tables and chairs were put there, neat and polished though not really a place for vampires to hang out.
This was one of the few areas that Brooklyn would stay, to get away from the crowd.
He lay fast asleep on a couch of red velvet, with brown cushions; one of them was being used for Brooklyn's head. He was dressed in white pants, and a black buttoned shirt, only to reveal his collar bone.
A book, with a green cover lay on top of his chest, and his hand on top of the book.
It was then that the clock hit to six in the morning, and it chimes six times with low rings.
The first few rings woke Brooklyn up; his eyes open slowly from his sleep.
He saw the ceiling of the room before getting up to be sitting on the couch. The book fell down on the floor; a silent thud it made.
Stretching his arms and back, he yawns softly from an hour nap.
He has been busy with errands over the past few nights that it was good to have one night to read books, and take a nap.
This brought back old memories of his life in the 1770s', while he was a son of the gypsy family.
After helping his parents out in the shop, he would go on a hill that he could find, and take a little siesta under the warm sun. The breeze would be blowing softly to the world.
But after he was changed into a vampire, several adjustments had to be made.
He had to get use to having siestas in the night-time. However, at times whenever there was bad weather outside, he had to find a few hobbies; reading literature was one of them.
By the time he was the heir of Blood Trillium, Boris taught him everything to one day become the elder. He learned from formal language of business, to reading all rules and anything relating to vampirism.
Now, he is currently reading a book that he read a few times in his years, which inspires Brooklyn so much to be his favorites. Even he was into William Shakespeare's famous plays, like Hamlet, Othello, King Lear and Romeo and Juliet.
Thinking about Romeo and Juliet, Brooklyn hasn't had a chance to see Jess in a while. His heart and mind wonder where Jess is. This isn't really like her to be not around, but he reminds himself that he was mostly out all of the time these past few weeks.
But this day was special, it was her birthday…
He had in mind of a gift to give her, but he hadn't start getting the tools that he needs to make it from his heart.
For now, he had to rest for the day, before he can have the chance to do what he must do for her.
"Woo, what does Brooklyn have in his hand?" asked a female vampire, who was huddle in her little group.
In the lobby where the vampires hang out to drinks of blood, socializing, it was busy as always for the female vampires of Blood Trillium, even to talk about the heir; Brooklyn.
Brooklyn not focusing on the chit-chats of the females, he looks around for Jess. Catching her scent, her appearance, or even her shadow to see where she may have been gone off to. He held in his hand for tonight, a beige-colour envelope. Attaching to the envelope with a red satin bow was a bloomed, thorn-free red rose. On the envelope contains black calligraphy writing of the name 'Jess'.
None of the females are aware of the one who is to receive the gift from Brooklyn, but they blab on about it.
"Who do you think it's for?"
"How should I know, but I hope it's for me."
"Or me!"
"Hey, me too!"
"Girls, girls don't you know anything," all of the girls stare at Ming-Ming who was sitting on one of the couches. "Brooklyn with an envelope sealed, and a rose… it looks like he may have a female that stole his heart. Do you know what that means?"
None of the girls respond, for they are waiting for Ming-Ming to answer.
"Well, it's a possibility that this lucky female will be the one to…"
"No way!!!" yelled one of them.
"You really serious, Ming-Ming?!" said another.
"Huh uh, exactly" said Ming-Ming, "Possibly that the gift or proposal is for me…After all, why is that?"
"It's because you and Brooklyn are the only ones with the best ranks that aren't mated."
A sound of broken glass was heard suddenly and silently, but all of the vampires heard it with their super ability to hear.
"That fledgling has butter-fingers for a vampire, though this is her first time," said one of the female vampires.
"Just don't forget she has to be a 'maid' to us in her first twenty years."
All of the girls laugh at this remark about the fledgling.
They weren't aware that Brooklyn left the area, heading to the sound source of broken glass. He knew that the fledgling was Jess, and it meant that she was doing her daily chores. It was a good opportunity to give it to her.
"Great," she mutters under her breath.
Glass shards that was once a jar filled with blood, was scattered on the floor. The blood that was filled in it was soaking the floor, it became a shallow puddle.
She quickly heads to the nearest doors, getting a mop, a piece of cloth, a broom, a dust pan, and a bucket of water.
Placing the things she carried gently, she began grabbing the bug shards of glass from the little scene, and placing them in a can with nothing in as garbage near her in the blood room.
The blood room contains all of the blood supply needed for those in need to replenish their hunger. The room's walls were shelves of jars of blood. All were labeled from human or animal blood, male or female, and the blood types of A, B, AB or O. Some were milked from the vampires here, but most came from blood banks; stolen that is.
As the big shards were picked up from the floor, Jess then grabs the cloth to dip it in the bucket of water.
The cloth soaks the water completely, letting Jess wrings that cloth out as it was ready to clean away the small shards and the blood.
Feeling alone was too much for Jess, but no one did care about her anymore. Was it possible that Boris was right all along about Brooklyn?
"Love doesn't exist in this world of vampires. Brooklyn may say he loves you at first, but one night he'll sleep with you, and the next turn his back away from you, like a toy. A toy to play with till it's old or out of use."
A few little trips from the bucket of water to the mess were all it took to make the floor look clean and new.
Once the floor was done, she places the stuff back into the closet, draining the water contaminated with blood and glass shards into the sink, and heading back to place the jars back on the shelves. This time she would have to be very careful.
There was about seven more to be put away on the shelves, before her chore was complete.
Picking up the first jar closest to her, she places the jar far down in the shelf against the wall. As the jar is in place, she grabs the next jar to be put back on the shelf.
She was about to pick up the fifth jar, when she saw it being held by two hands.
Jess looks to the person behind the jug, and it is Brooklyn.
A quick silence came upon them; none of them said hi, or spoke a word. Not speaking a word and in a relationship, something wasn't right.
"Thanks," Jess said, as she gets the jar from Brooklyn's hands, breaking the silence. As she places the jar in the shelf, Brooklyn picks up another one, waiting for Jess to take it from his hands.
Jess turning around to get the remaining jars, she sees Brooklyn with another one in his hands.
"Why are you helping me?" Jess asked.
Brooklyn is slightly shock to hear what she asked. He is doing this to help her. Did she know that Brooklyn loves her? Did she know that he's doing it for unconditional love?
"I thought you need help," Brooklyn answered, "after the vampires heard that something break from the lobby."
Somehow, Brooklyn feels that what he said seems to be more of a lie than the truth. Or worse, it is a half-truthful story.
Jess didn't respond as she places the remaining jars on the shelves.
She walks past by him, heading out of the blood room.
She suddenly froze into her place as Boris was walking by. When he saw Jess, he gave her a glare of rage.
Jess knew why he did that. He's done this to her after he didn't have his way on her. He was the one who made her feel insecure about her life, avoiding any males as possible, especially for Boris.
Boris vanishes down the hall of darkness, as Jess is alone in the hallway.
A sudden tap on the shoulder freaks her out, spinning around to face Brooklyn. She took a few steps back, as she sees Brooklyn looking confused at her actions.
"Do you need any help with any other chores?" he asked her.
"No!" she answered, "There's nothing you can do. I am responsible for my duties as it is for you."
It was quick and loud, and she sees Brooklyn shock of her response. Sudden panic begins to rise in Jess. Did she offend him? She feels scare of what Brooklyn would do to her for going with no respect to someone higher than her.
"Please…" she said quietly, "forgive me of my rude answer. I-I am so sorry…"
Without hesitation, Jess runs off at the other side of the hallway. She can't be around him anymore. She is causing herself more pain, maybe Boris was right all along; of his guess that Brooklyn would toss her aside if she slept with him, though he confessed his love for her.
She can't longer be even near him…
Brooklyn stares at the empty hall; bewilder of Jess' unusual actions.
'Is Jess okay?' he thought, 'She doesn't seem to be her self lately. I wonder if something bad had happen to her.'
But then a memory popped out of his head, 'Oh no! Jess' birthday gift!'
He quickly retrieves it out of his jacket pocket, the bloomed rose unharmed, and the envelope, still sealed.
Brooklyn didn't know the next time he'll give the gift to her. After all, he has been so long doing a lot of assignments, and tonight was a night of rest for him. He doesn't know when he'll rest, to find Jess. The thought of her made him feel love-sick; a way that he missed his love like those who have come far from home and they are home-sick.
He had to give this gift to her, to show his love…
Three Days Later…
The library was silent tonight, and it was a day off for Jess from her chores. It was a good place to be alone. Something she has felt from the beginning of being a vampire.
Reading was something to take her away from the true reality of her life, especially with a good book. One of the books that she has found near the right side of the wall was a tale of myths and its stories.
It was a good thing that, Blood Trillium has many books for entertainment and lessons, than books about vampire rules, abilities and powers, and other things relating to them.
Reading the mythological stories, Jess reads every word, and looks at the most beautiful pictures depicting the scenes she was reading. It was once a good thing to escape reality and wonder that the world of myth and supernatural would come to life. It is the wish that once gave her too much to offer.
She wasn't paying much attention to who came in the library. Not aware of footsteps walking on the thin carpets.
Nothing have interfere her with her reading, till a male voice said, "May I take a seat next to you?"
The voice spooks her, as she looks up to see one of the few people that she didn't want to see; Brooklyn.
She didn't want to respond to him, because she didn't want him near her. However her answer was something that was not in her control, when he asked her, "Do you mind if I take a seat?"
"No, I don't mind," she answered.
Brooklyn takes his seat on the couch that Jess was sitting on. When he was comfortable settling down, Jess moved a few inches away from Brooklyn, on her way down to the edge of the couch.
As Brooklyn turns to see Jess, he notices that she was keeping her distance, from him.
This was odd for Brooklyn. It was because this wasn't Jess's character to be afraid or be distance to someone she knew, someone she loved. Have something bad happened to her?
He didn't want to start asking that question right away, because his only intention was to get them closer together as they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Those words didn't seem right for his sense of intelligence; he preferred the phrase "being closer as lovers". So, for him he began the small steps to help for the bond to be hold.
"How are you today, Jess?" he asked.
She didn't know what to do. Tell him her answer, or ignore him? But since she responded to him, there was no choice.
"I'm…okay," she replied.
Brooklyn stares at her facial expression, before looking at a book Jess is holding in her hands.
"What are you reading?"
"Myths…"
"What kind of myths?"
"I believe the Japanese legends and myths for now. Then I'll check if they have story myths of Ancient Greece."
Brooklyn keeps his eyes on Jess's face, trying to motion her that he wants to communicate with her. Jess still has her eyes on the book, and not facing Brooklyn at all. He takes note on her body, especially her legs. Her legs were going up and down, small and with speed. Jess is being edgy? Well, he hopes what he'll ask or say will help her calm down. Even better that he wants to have her bond with him since their relationship has been distance lately.
They rarely went out together as a couple. They never got a chance to chat of their day, well their night-time. Or even have a body motion of love and affection with or without people around.
"Jess…" Brooklyn said, "It's been a while since we've been alone…and I was wondering-" he gently places his hand on her knee, "That we can spend a night alone together."
The touch on her knee, made her nervous on what he is asking. She had to keep her ground, and yet a cold chill went up. She isn't feeling comfortable by the minute.
When he said the last sentence, it made sense that Boris was right all along. Alone together, means…sex, and then sex means for only pleasure to then toss her out in darkness.
"I'm not falling for it," Jess said darkly.
"Jess, what do you-"
She quickly stands up, placing the book back on the table, and then faces Brooklyn.
"You know what I'm saying! Being alone together?! It's just your way of saying sex, and once we've done it, then you'll toss me like a toy!"
Brooklyn was shocked of her words. 'What's going on with her?'
This wasn't Jess; she never prejudged his words, or even made any judgment. Something was really a matter with Jess, and he needs to know.
"You have changed me, just because I am a virgin! You want to be with me together after I was changed, just because I am a virgin. You have always wanted me and will do anything to have my virginity taken away! I can't be in the same room with you, I'll be leaving."
Jess passes by Brooklyn to head to the doors exiting the library, when Brooklyn grabs her wrist. Jess turns to face him, and said, "Let me go…"
"Not until you listen to me."
"No!"
"Jess this isn't like you! Tell me what's wrong!"
"I said let go of me!"
Jess tries to pull her wrist away from Brooklyn, but no prevail since he was stronger than her.
"Let go!"
"Jess, let me help you! I would never done anything like that to you…If you just-"
SMACK
Her hand slaps Brooklyn on his cheek, as he was startled of her actions. He let go of her from his grip easily. She was defending herself from him…but what had he done to harm her?
He stares back at Jess, to be surprise of her reaction.
Jess realizes the reflect reaction she has done, slapping the heir of the throne. It is a rule to never use violence against one with high ranks. Her eyes were shock, fill with fear, but she has hit her love.
How can she call him her love, after what she said and done to him?
She takes a step back, as she sees a red mark on his pale cheek. Three little red lines appear with three drops of blood before quickly healing scar-free on his facial beauty.
"Br-Brooklyn," she choked out her words, tears were beginning to form in her eyes, "I-I-I am sorry." The last word is said with a whisper.
"…Jess…"
"I got to go!"
She quickly runs out of the library, the door quickly shuts itself hard. It is only Brooklyn who was left alone in the room.
He touches his cheek to feel the skin, and pull it back to see a little smear of blood on his fingertips. For Jess to defend herself badly, means trouble. And he has a bad feeling that Jess is breaking down physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. He has to help her out, before she loses herself.
Brooklyn needs to keep an eye on her.
The lobby was busy as always to the vampires of Blood Trillium. Socializing, smoking and drinking a cup full of blood.
The females weren't at present because most of them were either in groups hunting, or at the neutral grounds in Japan.
The area that Jess met with Morgan some months back. Apparently it was once the home to Dark Lillium, the third clan of Japan, but since it's disappearance it was no longer a home. This was one of the problems that cause Black Rose and Blood Trillium to fight in a cold war, to fight for territory. However, when Morgan became peace maker, she insisted the split of the territory to the remaining clans, but the home was to be used only as a neutral territory; none of them can claim it. The purpose of the building was to help the female vampires practice dance, music, and at times defense.
Jess couldn't much go to that area, because she wasn't at age to practice any of the subjects given to the females at the time of age. She couldn't be able to hunt at all.
She sighs deeply, as she's picking up empty glasses from the glass tables. Some were half-full, others empty and caked in the copper-scent of blood. Placing them on the tray she holds on one hand, it reminds her of her part-time job at the café she worked. Well, the difference is that she's the only servant to almost do everything that needs to been cleaned, mopped, sweep, and refill the jars.
Noting she has not enough room on the tray for more glasses, she went to the counter of the "bar", placing the empty glasses in the sink carefully to get the remaining glasses left around the lobby.
At a distance, a group of males sitting on the couches, and against the wall were having their talks. It was about competitions, and the latest girls they hunted; alike from the females conversation.
Only one of the vampires, light-brown hair and brown eyes were busying on Jess's movements; his name was Daryl. She was picking up the glasses from the tables on the left, before going back to deposit them in the sink.
His eyes show desire and lust, licking his lips in pleasure, seeing her curves move, but mostly her ass and hips swinging from one side to the next.
"Hey guys," said the light-brown hair vampire, "What do you think about the fledgling lately?"
All the other vampires stare at the fledging, placing the cups in the sink in the bar counter.
"Certainly was different these past few weeks," replied a black-haired vampire named, Seth.
"Edgy and nervous, especially with the males in the rooms she's in," said another, Leon.
"Well, unlike the females, she's playing hard-to-get for us…" said Daryl, "Rumors also surfaced up that she's a virgin. And of course everyone knows that those changed as a virgin, especially a female one, that their blood is sweet like the nectar of a flower. The scent is strong and useless to resist."
All of the males stare at Jess, as she begins washing the cups clean.
"And so what?" replied a blonde, Paul.
"A little fun," Daryl replied.
Above them on the catwalks; on the second floor was Brooklyn. His hand holding a book, as he is reading the book, and hearing their conversation well and clear. The sound of the water running from the tap was heard, and he probably guesses that Jess is only hearing the water.
Hearing their conversation about Jess and her virginity was disturbing, and disgraces her to look like a piece of meat. She was just an object to them; tossing it aside after being used.
He remains in the shadows…
"And what do you mean by that?" Seth asked. He senses that Daryl has something in mind for the fledgling.
"It depends…are you in or out?"
By then, Jess finishes the cups. All were clean, clear, and stainless. Now she was able to go back into her room. It was now something to keep her away from this place…it was her little sanctuary.
The sound of a door opening and then a few seconds closing, was close and clear for Daryl's little plan.
"If, were in…what will happened?" asked another vampire.
"Pleasure…for us," Daryl replied, "We just need the fledgling to be all by herself, and then we strike. But it can't be here, it's got to be outside. So, then we find her at the precise time that she is alone, and pluck the petals and deflower her on the spot."
"Hmm…it's been a while since I had any pleasure with a female… I'm in!" said Paul.
"Same here," added Seth.
"Count us all in!" exclaimed Leon.
"Good," Daryl said.
"She isn't a property you know!" His tone was dark and in tempter.
Daryl and his crew look up to see Brooklyn coming in the shadows. Brooklyn stops over the railing of the catwalk, the book now close and on firm grip in his hand.
"Besides I am not going to let you touch her!"
"Says who!" yelled Daryl.
"Aren't you aware on who are you talking to?!"
"I know, Brooklyn. You are the heir of Blood Trillium!" Daryl takes a step forward from his group so show him alone standing, to dare challenge Brooklyn. "By the way, I haven't seen your mark on that fledgling anyway. So don't dare challenge someone, till you are wise enough! Anyway, without any sign of protection or property that she belongs to you, she can belong to anybody. First come, first serve. It is tough, huh? But it's life."
Brooklyn's eyes show glare, to see someone challenge him, and worse insult him.
'If that's the way he wants to play,' Brooklyn thought, 'so, be it…'
"Let's go guys," Daryl said, as he walks away to the males' dorm room. His crew, follow him behind, before another door opens and shuts.
His eyes darken at the door, now having two problems. He now has to keep an eye on Jess, and an eye on that group.
"I need you to do a little something, in exchange for a good reward…if you make my plan work," Boris said.
He and another vampire were in his study room, in the middle of the night.
"And what is it Boris?" asked, a feminine voice.
"I need you to seduce Brooklyn, in any way… Make him crawl to you. However, I need you to make sure that fledgling is there to see this."
"What do you mean?"
"Break her heart..." Boris answered. "Is that understood?"
Then a sudden girly laugh echoes the room.
"Indeed," she replied, "After what happened, I think it's time for that little 'one' to know a thing or two about ranks…and most of all I am the one that belongs to Brooklyn!"
Stepping out of the shadows was Ming-Ming. Her eyes were in state of revenge and determination.
Ming-Ming sat on the last step of the stairs of the catwalk, her silent body, waiting for Brooklyn to come. According to Boris, Brooklyn would come from the main floor to the second floor to be reading.
As for Jess, she got it all planned out.
Her thoughts made her giggle and fidget so much that a sudden faint thud had come across her ears. Opening her eyes, she looks to see Brooklyn coming up from the stairs, his hand holding a book with a blue-cover. His eyes were focusing on the pages he's currently in, as he passes by Ming-Ming, his feet on the catwalk.
A few steps away from Ming-Ming, she quickly got up and catches up with him.
"Hi Brooklyn," she said full of innocent and flirting.
She looks at his face, to see if he would turn around and see her own.
"…Hello," he replied. His eyes focus on the book, and not her.
"What are you reading?"
"It's just words, words, and words. Something you should be doing so often here…read a book."
Brooklyn and Ming-Ming continue to walk down the catwalk, none of them spoken a word.
Besides, Brooklyn burst her bubbles, making fun of her education and intelligence. She needs to be a bit harder and sneaky to make the plan work.
"Come on," she said, as she grasps her arm around Brooklyn's arm. With her unoccupied hand she moves it to the book, closing it; preventing Brooklyn to continue reading. "Forget about learning about being an heir, and act like one."
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded.
"Well, an heir of the throne; in other words a prince can do anything he can do, with little limitations and expectations. He can have even any girl he wants, take them in bed and let them be all his… So why do you be with that clueless fledgling, when you can have someone better…like me?"
"First of all, the fledgling has a name, and her name is Jess. Secondly, you have been thinking too much of the fantasy, medieval world. Lastly, I am with someone, so you are out of the question."
Brooklyn retrieves his arm from Ming-Ming's grasp, as he was serious in his expression.
"Now if you excuse me, I want to be alone right now." Brooklyn with the book in his hand, he begins to take a few steps away from Ming-Ming. Thinking he has gotten away, his thoughts were broken, as he felt someone pushing him against the wall.
It was Ming-Ming, who was responsible. She grabbed the book from Brooklyn and tossed it aside on the floor.
Her eyes show lust and determination.
"Do you think I'll let that little charade affect me? I think not…" she said. However, the next words that came by her shows a sense of seduction to lure him into her plan. "Brooklyn I know you want me…you can't deny that."
She leans in so her lips were inches apart from Brooklyn's pale lips.
"Get off of me," he said, gritting his teeth. It was a command and a warning that can lead to consequences to Ming-Ming, if she doesn't obey him. It was something he can do as an heir; to punish those who don't respond or rebel.
"I don't think so…"
Then her lips crush his in a hungry kiss. To finally kiss him was her only dream, to mark him as hers was another.
Brooklyn quickly pushes her back with his hands on her shoulders. Though they were at the same rank, they are different from their strengths. They were more than a century apart, giving Brooklyn the advantage.
"Come on Brooky, do you know what it is like to have a little fun? I can teach you how to have a good time. I just need to…"
Without realizing what was going on, Brooklyn now was against the railings of the catwalk, a pillar attached to the ceiling and the railing supported him. His hands were being held by one of Ming-Ming's hand, as the other unbuttoning his jacket to reveal a black shirt underneath.
Her hands play on his chest, as she continues with her kiss attacks on his lips. Her moans of pleasure were filling her, but one thing remains.
A door opens from the entrance, and Ming-Ming stares at the source of the sound. Her eyes were showing happiness. The planned has worked.
To dealing with Jess, a while back, Ming-Ming told her that she had to go and get something back at the neutral grounds for her. Ming-Ming also threatened Jess that she would be punished by Boris if she did not obey. Leaving Jess with no choice, and heading out in the night to get the thing.
'A picture will be worth a thousand words…in three…two…one-'
"Brooklyn?!"
Brooklyn's eyes widen from the sound of the voice.
'Oh no…' he thought.
He frees himself from Ming-Ming's grasp, as he places his hands on the railing to see Jess.
Her eyes were widening of this scene, and tears begin to form. She didn't know what to say about this.
"Jess," he said, "This isn't what it looks like…"
She shakes her head, she can't believe him…
'Boris was right all along,' she thought. 'He'll eventually move on with another girl, whether or not he sleeps with me. He only is doing it for his pleasure to be fulfilled.'
"I-I am sorry to interrupt," Jess said finally, "I didn't mean to interfere." She turns her head away from them, tears crawling down her cheeks."
"Jess, Ming-Ming went up on me! I still love you!!"
She has no longer believed in him, and yet she still loves him. Her eyes close now, not knowing what to do now.
"Brooklyn, if you wanted to move on… I-I understand…"
Then Jess quickly runs away, heading out of Blood Trillium. Her cries and sobs were heard till the doors slam shut.
"Jessica!!!"
Ming-Ming giggles at how the plan worked out. Not only she was able to make Jess break her heart, but to kiss Brooklyn was a good fantasy picture.
"The poor dear," she said. Her hands begin to snake themselves around Brooklyn's body, and he felt tense of the touch. "But that'll teach her a thing or two about being with the most powerful vampires…Now where were we, oh yes, I was about to do-"
"Don't you dare go further…" he replied darkly.
Ming-Ming startles of his response. Then she shrugs it off and said, "Come on, let's get serious, let's find a place alone and have our fun, become the most powerful vampires of them all-AHHHH!"
Brooklyn pushes her aside, and she falls down on the floor, bottom first.
Angry of his actions, she yelled, "What the HELL was that for? Do you have any respect or dignity to who I am?!"
She was about to go on, when fear came to her face. Brooklyn turned his body to be facing her, and what Ming-Ming saw was something unlike him.
As he buttoned his jacket, he tells her, with his voice thundering and rage.
"You'll never ever touch me again. You never do any harm to her, or else you'll pay the price. So… get out of my sight!"
The next thing that Ming-Ming notices is that Brooklyn jumps off the catwalk, landing on the floor perfectly. He then runs to the doors that lead to the outside world of those who aren't aware of their existence.
He needs to find Jess quickly, to explain to her, and to interrogate her to what she was acting so odd these past few weeks.
The clouds cover the sky tonight, and thunder begins to awaken their wrath.
It was about 2 am in the morning, thus not a lot of humans would be out. As well the sun would rise in about three to five hours.
April showers…
The snow is almost gone, as winter had fallen into another sleep till December. However it is still cold and the weather would be warming up in late April.
Jess walks down the empty streets, her arms wrap around herself, though her jacket gave her the warmth she needed.
Everything seems to fall apart in front of Jess's eyes. She has lost her family and friends after she had died and relives her life as a vampire. And now she has lost her love.
'Why is all of this happening to me? Is this what I get for disobeying You…God?'
She looks up to the sky, waiting for a response. She feels like that survivor she read called Night. He asks God of his reason to suffer during the Holocaust and God didn't respond to him at all. But how can she compare to his situation with her, he has survived the most tragic and destructive genocide in the world. Her situation is common…
But what must she do in a time like this?
Up on the roofs of the buildings, Brooklyn leaps over gaps, keeping an eye on Jess walking alone. The streetlights were her only light to keep her safe…for now. He could hear her choke some tears of what had happened a few minutes ago.
He needs to set things straight to her, that Ming-Ming was responsible for that little scene.
'Jess,' he thought, 'Please be alright, please go back.'
Then what he saw was something unexpected.
Jess was just crossing an alley; between the buildings, when two pairs of hands grab her shoulders and arms. She gasped, before she was pulled into the darkness.
A sense overwhelms Brooklyn, as he fears that Jess may be in danger. So, going far to the opposite side of the rooftop, he begins a quick sprint, heading towards the edge. As he was close, he bends his knees to then spring up and across the building. He was getting adjusted to flying; his ability as a young adult vampire of 229 years. He manages to get over the street to the building's rooftop on the other side of the road. Hurrying to the edge of the rooftops, he kneels down to see and hears the events to come.
Jess is close to be against the wall, and in front of her is a group of five vampires. All of them have belonging to Blood Trillium as she recognizes their appearances.
"Hey there, sweet thing," said Daryl, "Sorry to pull you in this crummy area, but we just want to talk to you for a bit."
Jess feels a dangerous aura in them, as she takes a few little steps away from them.
"Wha-What do you want from m-me?" her voice quavered in fear.
"Nothing really," Seth answered, "But we were quite curious of the rumors said about you. You know what rumors. The rumors that you are a virgin, is that true?"
"Why is it do you want to know about that?!"
"Well it depends," Daryl said, "If you are interested in a little offer. It is an offer that can't be refusing."
"We want to show you a good time," replied Paul. "Being a virgin is good, but it sucks because you may not have a chance to find a guy and bang him a minute or two. It is really hard to get when you are in the vampire world."
"So we are saying if you want to enjoy real pleasure? Not just with one, but all of us. So what do you say?"
Brooklyn couldn't believe his ears. They want to get in her pants just because she was a virgin.
"No!"
"Excuse me!"
"You heard me!" Jess said, fighting her fear with any ounce of courage as possible. "I'm not going to give myself up to people like you. Just because my life has come in darkness, doesn't mean I have to give up on everything."
Brooklyn is astonished of Jess fighting back, defending herself. But how long can she last?
"I'm leaving…excuse me." Jess tries to pass by them, but it was Leon who caught her shoulder, unable to move from her spot.
"Let. Go. Of. Me," Jess said. Before she realizes what happen to her, Leon pushes her hard to make her crash against the wall. She slides down to her knees, the pain hurting her.
Jess is able to get up to her feet. As she looks forward, she notices that the group surrounded her in a semi-circle, it is a trap; and she's the prey.
"Do you think we are stupid enough to let you go?" Daryl asked her, "Like gangs, either way we will get anything we want our way. And since we are vampires-" A fang slips on his lips, showing a playful sly smile, "It will be easier for us to take what we want. Get her!"
Two guys went in to grab Jess by her arms. She struggles from their grips, though it was no use. She is still weak for a vampire to fight those older than her.
Only Daryl, Seth and Paul stand in front of her, seeing her struggle makes Daryl laugh in victory.
"You are certainly pathetic," Daryl commented, "but it is the life of a fledgling for a female like you. Now let's us all have some fun."
"No!" she yelled, as she quickly struggle harder with all her might.
Daryl tries to grab her pants, trying to take any clothes off to enjoy his fun, when Jess then kicks him on the knee. He grunts in pain, bending down letting the throbbing pain heal. The pain ebbed away, and Daryl is tick of a fledgling doing this to him.
"You are certainly a bitch to do that, but now it's personal…"
He then punches, and scratches Jess on her arms, her face and legs. Trying to make her weak; not to be able to be away from them or even fight them.
Anger and fear, came to Brooklyn. He is angry for the fact that they want their way with Jess. They want to enjoy a female vampire suffering from their sexual appetite. Yet, he fears for Jess's life. She would be severely injured from the punches and their wrath, so why isn't he going down there.
Is it because he wants to see her fight for her own? It couldn't be that, she can't fight them. Brooklyn knows from the beginning, Jess have wanted death than becoming into a vampire. After being changed into one, she went into tears and worrying about her family and friends. Throughout her vampire life, Jess is attached to her human side.
Then he remembers Ming-Ming's fear when she saw him. Is it that?
His thoughts were gone, as he hears Jess's screams. She is free from their grips, and trying to hurry out of the alley. She was close to being out and into the streets, if it weren't for two more of them to grab her by the arms once more.
"Let me go! Leave me alone!" she yelled, trying to break free from her captives.
"Oh, poor choice of words…" Seth said, as he and Paul; the ones who hold Jess's arms let go of her.
Letting her go suddenly causes her to stumble and then collapse in the middle of the road. Her body lying on the hard cement ground, she is tired and exhausted from the struggling and the punches and scratches she receives from the group. She tries to get up to her knees, her arms wobbling and hurting from the blows.
At least she was far away from them, the lights along the streets shines faintly on her.
"She is so weak to get up!" called Leon.
"How about we take her now?" asked Paul.
Daryl didn't answer, but a smile plays on his lips, moving his head to one direction of the street. At first they didn't get it, but their ears catch a sound, and then they begin to smile to.
Jess on the other hand, wonders why they didn't go to get her. It was her shadow that shows why. It appears in front of her eyes and extends itself further, stretching its limits. She turns around, as she saw a bright light, but the shape of it realizes on what it is. It is a truck and it's heading straight toward her.
The sound of the honking and the lighting blinds and deafens her. Jess isn't able to move from her state… this was the end of her. She closes her eyes as she awaits the fate that she escaped long ago…
Thump…Thump…
The feeling of heavy metal didn't touch her. She only feels something wrap around her tightly, and carry her up.
Thump…Thump…
She didn't feel the pain. Unless her mind is making her feel nothing and she is dead.
Thump…Thump…
The truck passes by, honking twice like a goose, before going down the road. The engine sound of the truck fades away leaving everything in peace; in dead silence.
Her world is dark, and unknown. She doesn't know of her fate. What happened to her? Did she die? Is she where she belongs?
Something or someone please give her a sign…
"Open your eyes," a familiar voice said.
Jess feels something that has wrap around her body gently for some time, her hands on something broad and supportive. A voice tells her to open her eyes.
She responds to the conscious. Her eye-lids reveal her crystal blue eyes, as they flutter open a few times. She looks up to see an image of orange-red hair, a pale complexion, his expression was emotionless, and the eyes were cover by the shadows of his bangs.
It is Brooklyn, the one person that has saved her at times of need. He is the one to save her life by becoming a vampire. He is her…angel. Is she in heaven? She must have died.
Unsure of what to believe in, her nails cling on to its support. Then a sudden gasp a pain echoes through her ears. Reality is the only word that appears in Jess's mind; she is not dead.
Opening her eyes quickly, she looks at Brooklyn with her vision clear, same hair colour, same complexion, and his eyes were still in the shadows.
"I'm sorry," she said, releasing her nails from his shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he quickly asked. He lifts his head up to show Jess his eyes. She is afraid of his eyes. This isn't his calm, peaceful eyes; is it the different side of him.
Frighten to answer orally; she nods a 'yes'.
Brooklyn saw Jess's complexion covered in scratches and bruises. They have done this to her, just because she said no to them.
'Those bastards,' he thought.
"Oh come on," yelled out the vampires from the other side of the street. "Why is it that you ruined it?! It was getting to the good part!"
That crosses the line…
Brooklyn turns around to see the guys, his fangs bearing at them. They were no longer small, but were long and carnivorous.
The group of vampires stops their laughter and disappointment when they see Brooklyn facing towards them. Their expression went amazed but by fear, as they see a dark side of him. This isn't like the heir…who or what is he?
His eyes blare brightly, his pupils into slits; demonic form.
"You," Brooklyn said. His voice was dark, it echoed with no objects for the sound to bounce at. "I said before, she isn't a property and most importantly…don't you ever dare touch her, OR ELSE!"
Frighten by his appearance, and threat, their knees knock of tremble.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" one of them yelled out. None of them even hesitate, as they flee away from Brooklyn and Jess; particularly Brooklyn.
As they fade into the night, Jess realizes many things.
First of all, she is not dead…
Secondly, Brooklyn has saved her life once more.
Thirdly, Brooklyn all this time has her in bridal-style.
Fourth, she has never seen this side of him, and lastly they were all alone.
Brooklyn turns to face her once more, Jess saw his demonic eyes, but unlike the vampires that saw it, they no longer glow. His fangs went to normal size, but she was still scared of this side of him.
When he looks at Jess, he notices that her scratches and bruises were beginning to heal quickly and rapidly, leaving her beauty scar-free.
One thing was off his list; them leaving Jess alone, and protecting her. However there was one thing left to do…
Getting up from kneeling on the side-walk, he stands up with Jess still in his arms. He looks up to the roofs of the buildings. Jess senses something's up…
"Brooklyn, where are we going?" she asked her voice wavers of her uneasiness.
"Away from here," he answered, "A sanctuary for us…"
Then he begins to leap up from the rooftops. He searches for something at a distance; Jess isn't sure where he is going. Half of her felt not safe with Brooklyn, after what happened with Ming-Ming, the group of male vampires, but most importantly Boris. The other side wants to trust him, because of her love to him. Something about him will set her free from this hell she is suffering.
Brooklyn spots something at the distance and with his inhuman speed, and flight, they both travel to the horizon of what seems to be a forest.
The clouds thicken as the thunder booms it sound once more.
Tombstones lay row on row, in a quiet little graveyard. Untouched for some time, the grass covers some of the plates showing those who have died, along with their names, and final praising. A few trees scattered in the area, shines and stone-casket temples existed. Worn, and its walls covered in moss, dead vine branches wrapped around the areas.
There are a few fountains, with no water running, but a small pond is made in some of its bowls. A few water pipes were too placed random for people to use to fill water for flowers, or cleansing the tombstones, or shrines.
After a few paces to the temples of the stone-caskets, Brooklyn gently places Jess against the stone wall. His arms let go of her body, and Jess is bewildered of Brooklyn's every move.
Lifting her body up in air, to get here, she has struggled to get free, but Brooklyn told her in a feeling that she could trust him.
"Let me go, please!" she yelled as they were hoping from one building to the next.
"Jess, listen to me," he said, "I just want you to be safe; we are going to that area, so you can be free, and relax. Do you trust me?"
She hasn't heard that word for a long time. How could she trust him after what happened a few hours ago?
"How would I know if you would do something, for me to trust you?"
"You'll see…"
Her mind broke off as she heard water splashing. She looked to see Brooklyn bending down in front of a pipe, the faucet allowed the water to escape.
Brooklyn forms his hands as a cup, to let water fill in his palms before splashing it on his face. He needs to calm himself down in order to make Jess feel safe around him. She has seen his face, his demonic side, although this is his first time to reveal it.
Vampires tell tales that some, who were changed, received blessings of unnatural powers. Others were cursed with dangerous powers. This was rare… unless you have count Dark Lillium before they vanished. Brooklyn heard that Amber, elder and her clan were born as vampires to conjure dark magic. Does this mean that Brooklyn is one of them? But it can't be possible…
A few splashes of water on his face, and he begins to feel calm and less intense. His slit pupil eyes went back to their circular form, and he breaths deeply to get some air.
Water drips along his cheek and chin, dropping onto the grassy ground. It is moistening a bit of dried soil.
Closing the faucet, to stop the water from running, Brooklyn gets up, and head towards Jess. He sat beside her, his back against the stone walls of the temple. A silent moment falls upon them before Brooklyn is the one to break it.
"I am sorry that you have to see that side of me," he said, looking at Jess. Jess was staring at the ground, avoiding eye contact on him.
"But I was scared to know that this side of me wouldn't appear. Anyway, I need to tell you what happened there with Ming-Ming… She went up on me though I told her not to, but she didn't listen. I know she is envious of you, because you were with me around, when we had the time to be together. I would never do such a thing to break your heart, can you forgive me?"
She took a small breath, and then responded, "Since we are on the apology road, I wanted to say I'm sorry."
"For what? You didn't do anything wrong. I thought it was the appearance that fooled you to think I was cheating-"
"It's not that…" she then turns her eyes to Brooklyn, "I wanted to apologize for slapping you back at the library."
"Oh…"
Brooklyn remembers that little incident. It isn't the slap he remembers, but the words that Jess said to him that made him shock.
"You have changed me, just because I am a virgin! You want to be with me together after I was changed, just because I am a virgin. You have always wanted me and will do anything to have my virginity taken away!"
Now, he has one more thing to do, to help him. But for the sakes of Jess, being alright and knowing what has happen to her these past few days.
"Don't worry about it I forgive you."
"It's not enough…" she said. She quickly gets up and turns to face him. "This isn't enough for you, I-I deserve punishment for doing harm to someone at a higher rank like you. I did it to only defend myself…" She pauses before continuing. "Please tell me what you want!"
His eyes were in shock of this. He needs to save her before insanity consumes her, like Ophelia in Hamlet. As well, her to react that way for defense, something was really hurting her. The thought of her words, that she'll do anything…made him thought that possibly…
"I only want information," he answered.
She is shock to hear that. Jess is expecting more of sexual appetite, hitting, drinking her blood, anything that made the theory that Brooklyn only want her for sex or pleasure. What's happening to her? All this time, he made her think that all of the males, especially Brooklyn were the same; seeking for the same objective in vampirism. Is he wrong or right?
"It's about what happened at the library," Brooklyn said.
Jess recalls the memory at the library, her slashing out, and hitting him. Her right hand took hold of her left arm. "Oh, what is it about it?"
"First, why did you react that way?" he asked.
"I told you before…" she answered. "I only did it to defend myself."
Her eyes begin to water. She isn't sure how to explain her situation, preventing to tell a lie on Brooklyn.
"I don't feel safe anymore! I feel all alone and isolated from this society. The reason why they would dare be near me is because of my virginity. Is it that the reason why you love me?! Or the fact you've changed me for that matter?!"
Her hand holding her left arm, free its grasp, as it went to touch the paleness of her neck. The neck is the sensitive, the strongest source to find the scent of blood, the vampire's choice to strike, but overall the neck that has been taint with his dark lustful kisses and a bite. Her fingers shake of touching her neck, nightmares flush through her mind, the smile of his bloody fangs; her blood cake in it.
"A virgin scent…those changed before they have loss their innocence, are the most pure to their blood."
Brooklyn stares as he continues to listen to her.
"The scent is strong and attracts many vampires. That is usually why vampires would prefer a virgin human than one who lost it long ago. Overall, the female's scent of her virginity is the strongest scent ever to catch.
"So, if a virgin female becomes a vampire…All of the male vampires would want her more than any other female who isn't. They would do anything to taste the blood; sweeter than honey. Most importantly, they want to take it away from her for their pleasure of lust."
He couldn't believe his ears that Jess knows some information of what vampires seek more when hunting. But the words…sweeter than honey, it seems that someone knows how it taste. The information is beginning to open in, but still in the fog.
Is this why Jess avoids him, and lashes him out at the library room? That he is more attracted to her scent of her virginity than the feelings, personality of hers.
Rain begins to pour down. Little clear drops of water scatter around the graveyard, and anything in its path. It soaks the grassy ground, the cement tombstones and temple, the shrines, the trees, and Brooklyn and Jess as well. The rain drops sparkle in dim light, like glitter. Brooklyn's and Jess's clothes begin to soak and cling to their skin; their hair and exposing flesh soak to feel wet and slippery.
Brooklyn gets up from the once, dried ground, and heads towards Jess. She didn't know of Brooklyn's actions, but the fact she is standing there in thought of her experiences meeting him and during her time in Blood Trillium.
Her thoughts break away, as she feels a hug consumes her to a solid form. She knows it is Brooklyn, because he is the only one here with her.
"Jess, I knew you were a virgin from the time we've met at the beach," Brooklyn said. "You may be different from the girls here in Blood Trillium, but your virginity wasn't what made you special.
"At times that I admit that I forgot to feed, your scent tempts be to bite you when you were human. It's true that the virgin's scent is strong, possibly stronger than Hectate's power of seduction. There are times that I was tempted on my other side to drink the essence of your body, but I managed to stop and get away from you when my hunger comes.
"If I were like the other males, I would have robbed it from you when I had the chance…but I didn't. The reason why I changed you is because I didn't want to lose you. You're interests in art and literature, your outstanding, spicy personality, and anything that have made you. You are out of my ordinary world of vampirism, and it made me attracted to you."
Her eyes widen of every word, watering to form any kind of waterworks in any minute.
"I am trying to say is that I'll never hurt you in a physical, emotional and sexual way. I'll never turn my back against you when you are in time of need. I am saying all of this because I love you. My love to you will not die! It'll not die because you virginity is taken by me or any others. True love, never dies as long as we are together.
"But I have one question…I need to hear it from you."
Jess takes a sniff of Brooklyn's scent. It seems stronger than before. His scent is a mix of the ocean, and the forest. She closes her eyes as it overwhelms her to feel relax. The scent is helping her to calm down a bit, but it is comfortable. It feels safe…
"Please…" his voice, quiet, gentle and soothing, "Tell me what's wrong? What happened to you in the past few days?"
The rain continues to pour down on them…
The water is soft on her skin; the thoughts of it remind her of some symbolic meaning of water. Water is pure. In her religion, water is use to not only welcome a person to it's spirituality, but to cleanse it from sin and be purify as the light of the Lord. Thinking about it, Jess feels that she can be pure and free from the burden by confession.
Is this God's reply to her? Is this the sign that God will forgive her choices to live in darkness?
Tears escape her eyes, and she begins to cry he heart out. One side of her head rests on Brooklyn's wet clothed chest, as she closes her eyes crying the pain out. Brooklyn gently soothes her by rubbing her back, with his hand.
Now, she must free herself from the burden she carries, the pain that hunts her dreams, her physical, emotional, and spiritual state.
"He-he…touched me," she answered.
Brooklyn hears the response, but he is bewildered of her answer. However, fury then came into him.
"Jess…" Brooklyn said, "What do you mean, 'he touch you'?"
"He has f-f-forced me into clothes that is half-naked; seeing my body in those revealing clothing. He kissed my neck with greed and lust, roam his hands on me."
Her sobbing worsens, telling Brooklyn this is hard for her. After all, she is threatened by him if she dares to tell the truth to anyone.
It is harder for Brooklyn, because he is hearing what this person has done to her. His love is suffering from sexual abuse. And it made sense to him; this person couldn't do anything to Jess, unless Brooklyn is out of sight. The burning flame of anger is growing, as Jess continues to explain.
"He made me a slave for his pleasure, forcefully kissed me, and…and…he bit me and drank my blood…"
"But who has done this to you?!"
One word passes her lips in a waver…
"Boris."
Brooklyn's eyes widen of this response. 'It can't be!!'
Of all vampires, the one who is the elder of Blood Trillium, the one who has changed Brooklyn into one of them, and the one who made Brooklyn follow his steps in becoming the next elder has sexually abuses her.
Brooklyn breaks the embrace between them and taking a few steps back, as Jess is confused of his actions. His fingers were itching to close into fists. His anger builds him once more, his eyes went into slits.
"No……No…No. No. NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled.
His hands ball into fists, as he swings a punch on a tombstone. The tombstone crumbles in chunks from the impact inflicted from Brooklyn.
Jess gasps, taking a step back too. She stumbles as she lands on the ground, her bottom breaking her fall.
The thunder booms it's loudest, as Brooklyn went into shock of his fury.
He falls to his knees, devastated. He looks at his hands. The right hand he punches the grave-stone gave him cuts on his knuckles. It is healed, but the blood is there; the rain drops gentle wash the blood little by little.
"The man that has changed me for power," he said, "the one who I have to follow to rule Blood Trillium one day, is hurting the one I love. And doing so by getting me away from the place, so he….pleasure himself…."
He takes deep breaths, these thoughts getting to adjust to his mind on what now he knows.
Jess thinking it is safe to go near Brooklyn, she gets up, taking a few steps towards him. Her premonition of danger is gone, realizing Brooklyn is under mild trauma.
Feeling her presence, Brooklyn gets up and hugs Jess tightly.
"Jess…did he do it?"
She looks up to him, "What do you mean?"
"Did he succeed?"
She shakes her head; a no.
"I can't recall much, but I was unconscious when he was close to drink me dry. However, fate came to my aid, and managed to escape."
Brooklyn sighs in relief. "Good…I would have felt even more badly if he had deflowered you, when he had a chance…Jess, I am really sorry."
"Br-Brooklyn, you don't have to be sorry. You haven't done anything wrong. You-"
"Jess, I did something wrong. I didn't protect you. It was something I was willing to do after you were changed, so that you wouldn't go back to the path of death once more. But I haven't known this could have happened. Thus, I didn't keep my promise.
"But now, with this going on, I need to remake that promise, and willing to promise to protect you. I will protect you because I love you. I'll risk everything; my reputation, my life to do this…"
Her eyes widen in surprise, and her jaw drops, as Brooklyn takes hold of her hand. He bends down to one knee, and looks up to her eyes.
The next words are the only things that she knows that it is coming.
"Marry me."
"I don't understand…"
"I don't care about the laws and traditions of vampirism, binding us apart…all I want is to be with you, so no one else can hurt you, and no matter what ranks we are.
"Jessica," he said. He couldn't recall any time of their interaction that he uses her full first name. "I love you with all my heart. I want to make love to you when the sun sets, till the sun rises; to have you in my arms in a loving and protecting embrace. This is something that is coming from the heart… this is not like Hamlet's confession of love towards Ophelia."
"If you want me to be in your arms, why not have the chance?" she asked.
"Although I was raised in a gypsy family, my family had morals. I valued them; one of them is to wed the one I love before our souls become one in the dance of passion. I am a gentleman, unlike any of those in Blood Trillium."
New tears shed in Jess's eyes. His words; she has never hear something so…beautiful. It is powerful and it touches her heart so dearly. Nothing can describe it.
Brooklyn sees her tears from the millions of raindrops coming from the sky. Her shock expression fades, and a sense of happiness comes to her…
"Brooklyn…"
"Jess, will you accept my proposal?"
She smiles; the tears of joy escape her eyes, and roll down to her cheeks with the other water drops.
"Yes Brooklyn, I do."
Brooklyn smiles back, as he gets up from his feet.
"This may be the only thing I know that can protect you, and I'll keep it as my option for now. I'll check if there is anything in the laws of vampirism that can do something to help us. If there isn't then we'll wed secretly. Jess-" His hands let goes of her hand, as they went to hold her cheeks. "Don't ever forget this; I love you as a precious jewel and I'll do anything for you to be protected."
He leans in to kiss her lips. Something he hasn't done to show his affection, but stops. How will Jess react to the kiss? He isn't sure she'll freak out after what she has been put through.
Jess notices that he is hesitating to kiss her. She then closes in to brush her lips on his, closing her eyes in the process. He is slightly surprise, but close his eyes and they both hold their position for some time.
Looking back, it is something that has start all over again. But it is an old beginning, and now this is a new beginning.
A Few Days Later
Brooklyn begins his search of any protection laws in vampirism. The only source for finding the laws is at the Blood Trillium's library. If it contains a lot of books of laws, it could mean that there should be a law to help him out at his time of need.
Jess wakes up a few minutes after the sun sets. Her eyes flutter open from the depths of her subconscious.
The nightmares she has had over the weeks were gone. Well, the first part of it seems like a nightmare, but a light came out of nowhere. The next thing she saw in her dreams was Brooklyn and a place that was beautiful to her. It was beautiful that no words can describe it, no description. It would be stripping its beauty verbally.
Getting up, she observes the room she is in. The details of the furniture, futon, and its colors were seen by her eyes.
Her human habits kick in when she went to turn on the light, but stops to see something that isn't there before she slept.
Pages by pages, Brooklyn look for any sign that can help him with the laws of vampirism.
With no success he places the book; a black hard cover with gold letterings, back on the shelf.
He places his finger and trail on the surfaces of the organize books. He is continuing on his search for his goal; promise.
On the bedside table, there is a red rose on top of an envelope. The rose is fully bloom in its beauty with the hint of a dark pink color on the inside. It has a leaf at one side; attach to the stem, and the stem is thornless. The envelope is beige, and has the name Jess on it, in perfect calligraphy writing.
Jess retrieves the rose and the envelope, and observes them. She takes the rose, and sniffs on it. The lovely scent is soothing. Placing the rose on her lap she opens the envelope, and there is a paper inside it.
The paper contains writing, but the paper has a golden color; making it look like it is old. Unfolding the paper she begins to read it.
By half an hour, Brooklyn looks throughout the whole library, with little or no sign that can help him protect her.
It looks like luck isn't on his side today. He walks from the shelves of books, and heading out of the library, when he eyes caught attention to a book on a podium with a small lamp attach to it.
He walks towards it, and noting the book is cover with dust.
'It must have not been used for some time,' he thought.
Brooklyn blows off the dust from the cover of the book. The dust is partially removed, but Brooklyn wipes it clean with his hands, realizing the book's cover is navy blue. It is pretty thin to be a book, but curiosity came to him, as he opens the book.
The first page of it contains a title, and the title shocks Brooklyn.
Vampirism's Ceremony of Mating: When two souls become one
He quickly turns the next page, and begins to read.
Jess's eyes scan from one line to the next, of the calligraphy writing.
"I know I am in love
when I see the world in your eyes,
and your eyes are everywhere in the world. My dear beloved Jessica"
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away (1)
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you. (2)
This poem is to you, my only true love, for a happy belated birthday.
I love you,
Brooklyn
The poem is so romantic. However, Jess feels better knowing that someone cares about her. Brooklyn has remember her birthday, though he greeted her a happy belated birthday.
It doesn't matter to her now. All she knows is that Brooklyn still loves her.
Brooklyn's ocean color eyes scan the information of this little book.
The Ceremony of Mating is the event of combining two vampires; male and female of the same clan to become one soul. It happens, when one is attracted to the other, and this ceremony helps them in many ways:
Marking them that they are no longer single, till one dies.
The mark will prevent others from taking one's flesh and blood; sign of protection
If one is in danger, the other will sense it through the mark.
This was it for Brooklyn. There is a law to help him protect Jess; he has to mate her through the ceremony.
He flips a few more pages to check on more information about it.
One information states, that the vampire wanting to mate, must report it to their elder of the clan they belong to.
Brooklyn is excited of this ceremonial thing, and he left quickly.
However he isn't unaware of one little print on the page that he was reading:
The vampire chosen to mate must only be over at the rank of Young Adult, as well the vampire of the opposite sex who one wants to mate must as well be at least a Young Adult or any rank higher.
I am finished with another chapter…Phew!!! Sorry for the little waiting period, but I hope this helps out to make it to you all.
The letter written by Jess, is composed in three works
The quote at the beginning is mixed with the quote:
You know you are in love
when you see the world in her eyes,
and her eyes everywhere in the world.
It is said by David Levesque
1: The first two verses is a poem called "Never Have I Fallen" by Rex A. Williams
2: The third verse is too a poem by Courtney Kuchta.
The website of these quotes and poems is
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