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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Chapter 31

Athena woke up with a start. Her room was empty.

There was no one there.

Did those things even happen?

Or did she dream them up?

Athena was not sure.

For when she turned on the lights she saw that the word that she assumed had written on the wall was gone. The side of her palm was completely healed without even a scratch.

And yet there remained the smell of musk and a new letter perched on the side table.

"Anastasia, I am not a hearts and flowers kind of man... I don't do romance. My tastes are very singular. You should steer clear of me."

He closes his eyes as if in defeat.

"There's something about you, though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away.But, I think you've figured that out already.

̴C."

She did not understand this game of hide and seek he played with her. She wanted to understand why … she wanted to see him. Get to know him. But, he kept running away. Hiding himself and she did not only mean his face when she said that. He hid himself too. Behind these letters. He was hiding.

She wanted to unveil him.

She opened the book all over again, picking up from the part that he had left off.

"Try touching me one more time and I will bury you in the ground like a dog that you are and as for that precious daughter of yours. Let's see what that bitch grows up to be. Not, like you don't try to beat just because she is a woman. Also, boy, you may come out now. I can hear your loud breath from under the bed. Don't be scared …"

I held my breath hoping that she did not mean me. For her last words terrified me.

And then all of a sudden she was on her knees, her breasts touching the floor and her face poking under the bed.

She was the most exquisite creature I had laid eyes on. So exquisite that her beauty did not seem human.

She had long burgundy hair with hazel eyes with specs of gold in them. They were so beautiful but there was a darkness within. Despite her age, they seemed old. Eyes that had seen evil. Touched it and let it bathe her. Laced between the darkness was an undeniable.

"Paolo …"

That's what she called me.

She stretched out her hand to reach for me, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Come to me Paolo …"

I waited for a moment longer. Waiting for her to bare her teeth and attack to me like a predator I recognized her to be back then. But, the fangs never came. She kept looking at me with those gentle dark sad eyes waiting for me to approach her.

Eventually, I did and she pulled me out from under the bed and said, "You're a pretty boy, aren't you? What is your name?"

"Christian Waters."

"Is that your family name?"

"No."

"Then what is your family name?"

"We were called Grey. My grandfather changed our name when he moved here."

"Thought as much Grey. I too am a Grey. We share a long history you and I, Christian."

"We do?"

"Yes, we do. Let me let you in on a secret. I knew your family. As, a matter of fact I am a part of it."

"How come father never mentioned you."

"Because I am a part of your forgotten legacy."

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