I heard the buzzing of his electric razor coming from upstairs. I knew perfectly well who was in the bathroom, and I hated myself for wishing it were somebody else. A desperate scream fought to rip its way out of my throat, and I gritted my teeth, trying to kill it.
This was a lost war, and an angry grunt escaped my lips. I smashed the coffee cup on the floor. Pieces skittered under the table, under the fridge, while the steaming liquid advanced slowly on the kitchen tile. Barefoot, I walked gladly on the remains of the cup, wishing with all my soul the shards could cut deep, deep into my heart.
I remembered large hands, sapphire-blue eyes, and red, red hair that autumn itself would envy. I wished I could run outside, shoeless, to search and find him. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, that I regretted so much, and that I still could not forgive myself.
But I crept closer to the sink, ignoring the stabbing in my foot, and the bloody splotch it left in its wake. I grabbed a tea towel and prepared to clean up the mess I’d made, because there was nothing else to do.
I dabbed at the brown puddle on the tiles. Irrelevantly, I recalled the words that would tumble heedlessly from my mouth when his lips found mine. Nonsense, heartfelt nonsense.
“When I’m with you… we can be completely silent and know there is no such thing as perfection, but when I’m with you, I’m so close, and I’m afraid.”
I balanced on my knees, pulling my hair back with a grimy, sopping hand. I didn’t care. Because it didn’t feel at all like Jamie’s hand, pushing my hair aside to kiss my bare shoulder and that comforted me.
“I’m yours. I was born to know you and then know myself.”
I wiped my hands on my jeans. I slumped back, resting my back against the kitchen cabinets. I picked a small ceramic chip from the sole of my foot, not bothering to wince at the sting. I was happy just to feel anything. My mind jumped all over the place, and I was scared that it might finally fracture. Although it might have been a relief, to finally open the gates for the flood.
I stared at the soiled tea towel, noticing its dark grey color for the first time. The color brought back unwelcome flashes of dark grey sheets sliding over smooth skin.
“Yer hands?” he whispers next to my ear, while his own trap mine, twining our fingers and pressing them into the bed.
“Yours, too. So you can touch me all over,” I say, struggling to breathe normally. He lands kisses on my eyelids, which close involuntarily. I would much rather watch him watch me.
“And yer eyes?” he continues, leaning back to look at me. I return his gaze, anxious and heavy-lidded.
“All I see is you.”
“Claire…” his voice trails off, and he nudges my nose with his.
I inhale his heady scent, honey and spice and him. My hands are suddenly free and I feel him dragging his fingers down my body. I fist the dark grey sheets at the sensation, my mouth trembling as he drops feathery kisses down, down, further down.
“I’m yours, to cherish, to destroy. All of me, body and soul.”
The dark grey sheets had been everywhere. I brought my knees to my chest, trying to hold myself together. I rocked back and forth, hating the feel of the body that no longer belonged to me.
They were just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the emotions he was feeling right now. He couldn’t help the feelings that were welling up in him as he sat in the center of the bed, eyes moving over the back of Takumi as he prepped the needle and set it aside. It was Christmas eve, and Takumi, the sick bastard he was, always had something ‘special’ planned for all the holidays that passed. The moment the vampire moved closer the little witch looked up at him, eyes cold as he bit his bottom lip hard.
“Now, now,” Takumi said with a chuckle, hand moving to slap the boy’s face, once to the left then back handing him so that his head snapped to the right. Arashi didn’t make a noise, not wanting to give him that bit of satisfaction. “I bought you a gift, pretty kitten.” A wicked smile played on the vampire’s lips as ge reached out and grabbed the boy’s face with on strong hand. “Before i head out to my ever so important social gathering I want to see you in it. Now…play nice and put it on for me.”
Arashi was silent, cheeks still stinging from the slaps to his face. When face was grabbed and he was forced to look up at the man he glared at him. “And if I refuse?”
“I figured you’d ask as much, so I prepared.” He snapped his fingers and his pretty little vampire serving girl came over with the needle he’d prepped earlier. “Hold him still, love.” Arashi instantly tried to kick the plater away, but strong hands moved to pin him to the mattress. Takumi tied the rubber about Arashi’s upper arm, smacking the boy’s forearm a few times to get the vein popping up. He lifted the needle up after a moment and smiled down at the youth, that wicked smile that Arashi hated so deeply.
There was a pinching feeling as the needle pierced into the youth’s flesh, and then the rush of fluids into his vein. The sensation was all to familiar to him. It was one he hated deeply. It didn't take long for the drug to hit his system, body going limp as his glazed over gaze stayed on Takumi. When he seemed relaxed enough the female vampire released him from her grip.
“Get him in the kimono,” Takumi said lightly as he looked at the woman, and she gave a quick nod, making sure to undress and dress the boy as quickly as possible before leaving the two alone. Takumi smiled, his hand running along the smooth snow white silk of the boy’s little gift. “I thought tonight we’d celebrate with decorating your new gift. Sounds fun, yes?”
Ash eyes watched the male as he moved to the locked china cabinet where he kept all the sharp toys he loved to use, pulling out a nice sharp scalpel. The witch wanted to get up and run, but he felt heavy, the dose of heroin keeping him in that one place, ash eyes staring up at the male.
Pain.
So much pain and blood.
The session lasted an hour, and by the end of it the boy was so tired from it all that he couldn’t move. Instead he lay still, curled up in a tight ball as he bleed out along his back and arms. The blood soaked through the kimono, leaving bright red spots on it. Takumi had made sure to cut him deep enough that he bleed, but not so deep that he had to worry about leaving him there unattended for the rest of his night.
Takumi promised to be back later before exiting the room for his little Christmas party, giving Arashi time to get his rest.
Memories 2.0 | z.m (auf Wattpad) http://w.tt/1pX0AzS [ Eine neue Version von Memories ] Jasmine Jawaad hat eine schwere Vergangenheit, dass sie aber immer noch verfolgt. Sie hat kein gutes Verhältnis zu ihre Familie, die sie wegen Zayn Malik hassen. Zayn und Jasmine hatten kein guten Start, weshalb sie sich gegenseitig hassen. Zayn hat Jasmine vergewaltigt und ihr eine schlechte Vergangenheit zu be…
Five long years....five years she had learnt the ways of this life
She had come to accept what she was....at least in part...and
how she would have to live. She had tried to keep her addiction
together as best she could...just for a glimpse....for a moment...
of her poor boys.
A daylight ring...finally secured after years of torment....a hunger
satiated as best she could by a companion obsessed with becoming
her sired and fledgling. She had never harmed a hair on his head.
The ripper had not consumed he yet. No that dark route was still
to come. That destruction and spiral needed an emotional trigger
and she knew not that it was coming sooner rather than later.
Finally the brunette had returned home. She felt in control and safe
to be around her boys. To return and care for them once more without
the hunger endangering them.
She could not frighten them. She could not bring herself to break forth
from the thicket and reveal herself. That would certainly scar them for
all eternity. Especially given her grave she now saw bold and blunt in it’s
place in the plot. What a filthy rotten lie.
And Giuseppe knew of the treachery. She had sent letter upon letter to him
begging to see her children and with each rejection and comment on how
she was in an unfit state to be a mother her switch had flickered. Years
would blur by in blood and black before she broke free and begged once more,
It had been a vicious cycle until finally she had fought to get in control.
To prove she could be mother and wife and friend once more. That this change
would not damn her to isolation and that she could function as a positive normal
member of society.
So she waited until the cover of night when the servants and boys rested. She
jumped to Gui’s study window knocking. He denied her entrance and spoke to
her on the balcony. His intentions were clear. His mind hadn’t changed. She
was his wife no more. Nothing more than a demon.
That was when she finally saw her husband for who he was. Hunter, Founder,
and Steadfast in those roles. Her heart shattered. The first of three crucial scars
it would take in too short a time to comprehend.
Tears welled in crystal eyes the night air whipping in around them, playing through
their hair. “Gui....you have deceived them knowing full well I was alive! You wretched
beast...keeping them from me and me from them! .....Letting them believe I abandoned
them to the heavens when I have been fighting tooth and nail for them all along!....I was
the one that wanted to remain her with them in my last days.....happy and able to see
every last moment of their lives I could...You were the one who wanted me sent to that
wretched place and could not let me die in peace!”
Catching her anger she tried to soften “ ...please.....I beg of you....I have read your letters....meticulously ..to the very word....and I am better...I know how to control it please...?”
“I cannot take you at your word Liliane....you have still killed yes?”
Eyes fell away in shame.
“So you see why I cannot be sure you will not again.....”
Nimble fingers clutched at his vest desperately. “What must I do to prove myself worthy?!”
Tears conquered her voice for a moment. Everything was so vivid, so intense, so cripling.
“I have not hurt a soul for year....Please! I can-....I cannot abandon them! My boys...mes âmes!
mes coeurs! mari!”
Giuseppe stepped away his face staunch and cold and all her hopes sank away her heart
quietening in it’s protest almost to the point of exhaustion. “French always portrayed your
passion Lily, When you had lost control of your emotions you would slip into this exquisite
fluency...quaint in a way....-”
“I can be your dotting wife again Gui, please! We will stop quarreling! We will be ha-...”
“You misunderstanding...you lose control when it comes to then and so they will be the
death of you and you them. “ For a moment he was almost sympathetic then his facade
returned. “You will not touch them. You will not touch anyone. You can watch them grow
while they are under my roof but you will never reveal yourself. As long as you do not
spill a drop of blood you can remain in the outskirts of your lives. I will protect you from
the council for as long as I can.”
Dark tussled curls tumbled to the side with a cock of her head at his sudden kindness.
Eyes narrowed trying to work it all about but eventually she resigned herself to not look
a gift horse in the mouth. “Thank you mari” she breathed disappearing into the night.
And for those few brief years she was in control. Then Miss Pierce or one
of her entourage dropped first blood and she blamed. The trials and hunts
and Council bursting to life once more. She felt the full wrath of the man she
had once laughed....felt the terror of being hunted in mass.....and heard the
news of her boys’ passing at the hand of Gui himself...agony and guilt and grief
and pain and regret and searing anger coursed through every vein of her body
and it all was too much.
Lily was dying of consumption and was sent away in 1857 as a last ditch attempt to save her.....but a vampire took pity on her....The Originals were either daggered or in New Orleans at this point so it can’t really have been them. She struggled with the blood-lust and humanity switch for years and wasn’t able to return to Mystic until the 1860s. Giuseppe forbade her from seeing her boys so she kept a close eye as best she could. Seeing all three men she loved die and the vampires being hunted and terrorized caused her to flip her switch and she fled. She and her boys traveled in different circles un aware of each others existence. Especially since Stefan was no the Monterrey Ripper yet. The rest is history. As to why the witches trapped her instead of staking or desiccating her? That is still unclear but perhaps they simply were protecting themselves but capturing her from a distance?
