Post by silent.lullaby on Jan 8, 2011 11:26:11 GMT -5
Dusk .::Chapter 28::. Smitten
Calum might have started off with the line, ‘it’s complicated’ which he thought it was. Still he was certain that wasn’t what Michael wanted to hear. “I married her lives ago. Nearly two hundred years with her... she...” Calum rubbed the back of his head, frustration coursing through his veins. “She was the independent type, and you know, all those years ago, that wasn’t exactly a becoming trait.”
“Not for humans,” Michael half agreed.
“I was alone, and she needed someone to be with. I won’t say I didn’t love her to an extent. I did. Even though she stopped needing me in this time, I just stayed. Didn’t see any reason to leave... till her.” Calum gave a light motion of his head toward Aerabella. “And then every moment with Olivia seemed wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her, she who had done nothing wrong, just to up and leave her...”
Aerabella groaned and twitched slightly in her sleep. “We should get her home Michael.” Vivian said lifting her daughter up as though she was still an infant. “She needs proper rest in the dark.”
“May I see her again?” Calum feared asking. He knew in his mind it was wrong to even ask such a thing, and he already knew the answer. He couldn’t help it though. He had to hear it from Michael.
Michael grabbed his throat and thrust him into the wall in a vicious choke hold. “Listen to me well Calum for I will only warn you once. You come near my daughter again, or any of my children for that matter, I personally will ensure far worse to you than what the basement could ever hope to achieve. Do you understand?”
Since his vocal cords were being wrenched he nodded weakly and fell to a heap on the ground with Michael let go. He took Aerabella carefully from Vivian’s arms and walked out, while Calum could only look on, watching Aerabella sleep fitfully in her father’s arms. Knowing he’d never see her again. Both hearts wrenched in the sudden realization. He was absolutely smitten with the girl.
***
Wolfgang was back in his own clothing, he stared at the discarded piles of the vampire Calum’s on the floor. He hated Calum for being so close to Aerabella, but he hated himself more for ripping out her throat. There was a light rap at his door and he seen Harmony standing there, a light fabric, yellow in colour bunched above her chest and draped down to just above her knees, little spaghetti straps over her tanned and freckled shoulders. “You okay?” She asked, her voice to him seemed now like he had always heard it with water in his ears. It seemed stronger even though it felt like a fresh and gentle breeze. “I kind of heard though the ol’ grape vine what happened.”
“I ripped her throat out Harmy.”
“I know.”
“How can you stand there and talk to me!” He stood from his spot on the bed and screamed at her. His belly ached like there was a fire in it that nothing would ever be able to put out. “I bit into her flesh and ripped her throat out!”
She hadn’t even took so much as a step back from him, and it surprised him when she took a tentative step forward and then another, and another till she was chest to chest with him. “I said I know.” She reached up and he caught the moment of nervousness, her hand twitched slightly but she laid it on his cheek. “I know, and I know it was out of your control or you would never have done it.” It was strange, her hand like rain poured down on the fire. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek bone and was surprised by a tear she hadn’t seen fall. “She’s okay. Michael called Warren to let him know, her throat’s healed up, she’s resting. Under Vivian’s blood the psychological damage of the basement should be lessened. She’ll be okay, Aerabella is going to be okay.” She paused took a step back and he opened his eyes again to gaze into hers. “Will you be?” She asked. “Will you be okay?”
He pulled her back into his chest and wrapped his arms around her little waist, “don’t leave.” Little more than a whisper, a moment of pain and of weakness.
“I never could,” she replied just as softly wrapping herself around him, and he felt safe in her cocoon.
*****
He ran his hand up her neck tangled his fingers in her hair and pressed his lips hard against hers. She pushed him back lightly. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“No-nothing.” She responded in her quiet voice, polite and nervous. “But I’m already nearly naked.” She entices. “And here you are, still all bundled in clothing, that hardly seems fair.” She grabs his shirt and turns him around before slowly walking him into the wall. Spine against the drywall, heart jackhammering with excitement. She’s so beautiful. Such a tiny bikini, so little left to the imagination.
He begun unbuttoning his shirt and she ran her hands over his chest kissing his collarbone. His shirt dropped from his shoulders and the petite goddess grabbed his hand leading him to a bed. She gave a slight push and he sat down before she straddled him. He looked up into her eyes, wide eyed and surprised. “I didn’t think... you’d be like this.” He whispered in awe.
She runs her delicate fingers down his throat before placing little kisses there. His hand trailed down her back and cupped a buttock bringing her closer to his body. “Ethan?”
“Yes?” He responded his voice no more than a whisper.
“I’m real sorry about this.”
Ethan jolted awake sitting upright in his bed breathing heavily. Who was that girl in his dreams? Who was she? What did she look like? Did she have red hair? Blonde? Brunette? What colour were her eyes? What was she wearing again? He rubbed his temples. He was sick of this dream, this dream...that was...bad? Good? Annoyed with being unable to remember as the dream returned to fog he kicked down his blankets and sat up with just his boxers on. This was re-occurring. Constantly. Every time he went to sleep he woke like this. Knowing something in the dream had happened, but being unable to remember.
He booted up his computer and while he waited grabbed a box of cheerio’s from the kitchen. He climbed back up to his attic room and sat down stuffing his face with the honey o’s. He got to a search engine and typed in PSYCHIC.
*****
Marlowe’s hair was a wavy mess she, for once, hadn’t bothered to try and tame. For pete’s sake she was wearing... track pants (which she reserved for gym class, or for when she was on her period only) in public. One of Faust’s t-shirts wasn’t exactly completing the look unless it was for homeless chic. Her mind was in unrest and she’d taken the bus all this way but stood nervously in front of the William’s house. Tobias exited and he jumped when he seen her. “Marlowe.”
“Toby.” She responded in little more than a whisper, and despite the wind she knew he’d heard.
“You’re worried about her.”
“What gave it away? She asked sarcastically.
“Track pants.” He responded pointing. She gave a weak smile and he walked over to her. “She’s okay. She’s eaten some, she’s a little fuzzy on details... but that is probably for the best. Did you hear she attacked Calum?”
“What?”
“Take that as a no,” he motioned his head as he started to walk and she quickly matched pace. “She became gorged, addicted to blood, in particular Calum’s.”
“Oh Gods,” Marlowe muttered.
“We’re kind of waiting it out... seeing if he goes to the Elders. Mom doesn’t think he will, Dad isn’t so sure.”
“He’s in love with her.”
“How could you know that?”
Marlowe shrugged, “a girl just knows.”
Tobias huffed, considering he’d been in love with Marlowe for years and she’d never noticed he didn’t put much belief in that. “Sure.”
“Can I see her?”
“No,” he caught the look of pain upon her face and sighed putting an arm around her shoulders, “sorry, Dad isn’t letting anyone near her till she’s back to her old self again. Which...hopefully, will be soon.”
“I really miss her,” she sniffed.
“Me too.”
Calum might have started off with the line, ‘it’s complicated’ which he thought it was. Still he was certain that wasn’t what Michael wanted to hear. “I married her lives ago. Nearly two hundred years with her... she...” Calum rubbed the back of his head, frustration coursing through his veins. “She was the independent type, and you know, all those years ago, that wasn’t exactly a becoming trait.”
“Not for humans,” Michael half agreed.
“I was alone, and she needed someone to be with. I won’t say I didn’t love her to an extent. I did. Even though she stopped needing me in this time, I just stayed. Didn’t see any reason to leave... till her.” Calum gave a light motion of his head toward Aerabella. “And then every moment with Olivia seemed wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her, she who had done nothing wrong, just to up and leave her...”
Aerabella groaned and twitched slightly in her sleep. “We should get her home Michael.” Vivian said lifting her daughter up as though she was still an infant. “She needs proper rest in the dark.”
“May I see her again?” Calum feared asking. He knew in his mind it was wrong to even ask such a thing, and he already knew the answer. He couldn’t help it though. He had to hear it from Michael.
Michael grabbed his throat and thrust him into the wall in a vicious choke hold. “Listen to me well Calum for I will only warn you once. You come near my daughter again, or any of my children for that matter, I personally will ensure far worse to you than what the basement could ever hope to achieve. Do you understand?”
Since his vocal cords were being wrenched he nodded weakly and fell to a heap on the ground with Michael let go. He took Aerabella carefully from Vivian’s arms and walked out, while Calum could only look on, watching Aerabella sleep fitfully in her father’s arms. Knowing he’d never see her again. Both hearts wrenched in the sudden realization. He was absolutely smitten with the girl.
***
Wolfgang was back in his own clothing, he stared at the discarded piles of the vampire Calum’s on the floor. He hated Calum for being so close to Aerabella, but he hated himself more for ripping out her throat. There was a light rap at his door and he seen Harmony standing there, a light fabric, yellow in colour bunched above her chest and draped down to just above her knees, little spaghetti straps over her tanned and freckled shoulders. “You okay?” She asked, her voice to him seemed now like he had always heard it with water in his ears. It seemed stronger even though it felt like a fresh and gentle breeze. “I kind of heard though the ol’ grape vine what happened.”
“I ripped her throat out Harmy.”
“I know.”
“How can you stand there and talk to me!” He stood from his spot on the bed and screamed at her. His belly ached like there was a fire in it that nothing would ever be able to put out. “I bit into her flesh and ripped her throat out!”
She hadn’t even took so much as a step back from him, and it surprised him when she took a tentative step forward and then another, and another till she was chest to chest with him. “I said I know.” She reached up and he caught the moment of nervousness, her hand twitched slightly but she laid it on his cheek. “I know, and I know it was out of your control or you would never have done it.” It was strange, her hand like rain poured down on the fire. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek bone and was surprised by a tear she hadn’t seen fall. “She’s okay. Michael called Warren to let him know, her throat’s healed up, she’s resting. Under Vivian’s blood the psychological damage of the basement should be lessened. She’ll be okay, Aerabella is going to be okay.” She paused took a step back and he opened his eyes again to gaze into hers. “Will you be?” She asked. “Will you be okay?”
He pulled her back into his chest and wrapped his arms around her little waist, “don’t leave.” Little more than a whisper, a moment of pain and of weakness.
“I never could,” she replied just as softly wrapping herself around him, and he felt safe in her cocoon.
*****
He ran his hand up her neck tangled his fingers in her hair and pressed his lips hard against hers. She pushed him back lightly. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“No-nothing.” She responded in her quiet voice, polite and nervous. “But I’m already nearly naked.” She entices. “And here you are, still all bundled in clothing, that hardly seems fair.” She grabs his shirt and turns him around before slowly walking him into the wall. Spine against the drywall, heart jackhammering with excitement. She’s so beautiful. Such a tiny bikini, so little left to the imagination.
He begun unbuttoning his shirt and she ran her hands over his chest kissing his collarbone. His shirt dropped from his shoulders and the petite goddess grabbed his hand leading him to a bed. She gave a slight push and he sat down before she straddled him. He looked up into her eyes, wide eyed and surprised. “I didn’t think... you’d be like this.” He whispered in awe.
She runs her delicate fingers down his throat before placing little kisses there. His hand trailed down her back and cupped a buttock bringing her closer to his body. “Ethan?”
“Yes?” He responded his voice no more than a whisper.
“I’m real sorry about this.”
Ethan jolted awake sitting upright in his bed breathing heavily. Who was that girl in his dreams? Who was she? What did she look like? Did she have red hair? Blonde? Brunette? What colour were her eyes? What was she wearing again? He rubbed his temples. He was sick of this dream, this dream...that was...bad? Good? Annoyed with being unable to remember as the dream returned to fog he kicked down his blankets and sat up with just his boxers on. This was re-occurring. Constantly. Every time he went to sleep he woke like this. Knowing something in the dream had happened, but being unable to remember.
He booted up his computer and while he waited grabbed a box of cheerio’s from the kitchen. He climbed back up to his attic room and sat down stuffing his face with the honey o’s. He got to a search engine and typed in PSYCHIC.
*****
Marlowe’s hair was a wavy mess she, for once, hadn’t bothered to try and tame. For pete’s sake she was wearing... track pants (which she reserved for gym class, or for when she was on her period only) in public. One of Faust’s t-shirts wasn’t exactly completing the look unless it was for homeless chic. Her mind was in unrest and she’d taken the bus all this way but stood nervously in front of the William’s house. Tobias exited and he jumped when he seen her. “Marlowe.”
“Toby.” She responded in little more than a whisper, and despite the wind she knew he’d heard.
“You’re worried about her.”
“What gave it away? She asked sarcastically.
“Track pants.” He responded pointing. She gave a weak smile and he walked over to her. “She’s okay. She’s eaten some, she’s a little fuzzy on details... but that is probably for the best. Did you hear she attacked Calum?”
“What?”
“Take that as a no,” he motioned his head as he started to walk and she quickly matched pace. “She became gorged, addicted to blood, in particular Calum’s.”
“Oh Gods,” Marlowe muttered.
“We’re kind of waiting it out... seeing if he goes to the Elders. Mom doesn’t think he will, Dad isn’t so sure.”
“He’s in love with her.”
“How could you know that?”
Marlowe shrugged, “a girl just knows.”
Tobias huffed, considering he’d been in love with Marlowe for years and she’d never noticed he didn’t put much belief in that. “Sure.”
“Can I see her?”
“No,” he caught the look of pain upon her face and sighed putting an arm around her shoulders, “sorry, Dad isn’t letting anyone near her till she’s back to her old self again. Which...hopefully, will be soon.”
“I really miss her,” she sniffed.
“Me too.”