Unveiled (MLL)

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

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74 Chs

#ROMANCE

#R18

#VAMPIRE

#CONQUER

Chapter 15

Athena reached for the book, dragging it out of the shelf; the sound of the cover of the book rubbing against the wooden surface of the shelf seemed to echo through the empty walls.

A surge of energy passed through her veins, flowing through her blood. The beautiful voices suddenly turned to a shriek so loud, turning into the very embodiment of pain. Athena let the book drop on the floor, trying to cover her ears from the shriek. She closed her eyes in despair groaning in pain.

Suddenly she felt two palms cover hers, trying to pry them away from her ears. She felt his hot breath tease her neck, distracting her enough to pull away her fingers.

"Listen to it my angel. Really listen to them. They are trying to tell you something."

He let go of her fingers, placing his hands around her waist, his lips leaving feather soft kisses on her neck as he kept whispering, "Listen to what I have to say."

Athena suddenly felt at peace, surrounded by his smell. Listening to his voice.

"Let me see you Christian…", she whispered.

"Not yet, Aya… not yet."

She felt his hands begin to slip away, she instinctively laced her fingers between his, holding him in place.

"Stay just a moment longer, Kalona. I feel at such peace right now. I did not know my soul was restless until the moment I felt you. And not just in my dreams, I felt you near me. I know this is a dream, but let me stay in it just a minute longer. Let the peace and calm wash over my skin so that when I wake up, I have a fingering smile on my lips. So, that I still feel the residue of your heat, your safety. Somehow, in this world there seems to be a place I completely belong and it's with you. Perhaps, that is because you are dream. Maybe it is because I am that drunk. I do not know what it is. But, it's right there in my reach."

Athena bent down and collected the book, submitting to the electric feeling this time.

"Nagis."

"It means mine." Christian whispered in her ears.

"And Sijack?"

"Yours. You are it. And it is you. It is us. You are my soul. The broken missing peace that I thought died."

Athena smiled and said, "You are only complete when you are with pain. Because that's what you feel you deserve but now I am here. You are me. And I am you. We are us. Let my love heal you and allow me your love, to heal me too."

"Do you promise to save me Aya?"

"I was created to save you."

"Many would beg to differ. You were created to punish me even further."

"I am your torturer and your solace, my fallen angel. Only the combination can save you."

"You can be whatever you like. Good or bad, the fact that you can see this book tells me I am going to come back every time."

"Good."

"My eyes are getting heavy…" Athena trailed off.

"They were bound to. Breaking the spell took a piece of you."

Christian bent down again to carry her to his room, laying her in his bed. He bent down to kiss her forehead.

"Sweet dreams my Aya."

He left behind a note. A response to her letter.

'Had not your pride been hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that had long prevented my forming any serious design. These bitter accusations might have been suppressed, had I, with greater policy, concealed my struggles, and flattered you into the belief of my being impelled by unqualified, unalloyed inclination; by reason, by reflection, by everything. But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were natural and just.

~C'

And for the first time in a century, Christian's lips curved into a genuine smile. His heart beat wildly as it dared to hope. Maybe, just maybe she would forgive and love the monster behind this face.

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