It is with a great fumble of the tongue that I try to repeat the words that Alatar says to absolute perfection. Yet, I can not pronounce a single syllable of the language that he speaks. I do have the great urge to ask him what it is, but I know should I break his concentration, he will have my head once we have won this battle.
So with great difficulty, I continue, yet he sees my frustration, so with each sentence that he chants in what he says is Hebrew, he repeats it for me in English.
With a confident voice that rises above the crashing of the rain, it is once, "Leave him demon, be gone."
Then a breath to catch myself again, "Take your leave; you are defeated."
With a glance at Roberto, who has not moved but a single inch, our voices echo through the cemetery, "You shall cease to exist."
But still, not a single word has left him, so we push on further, "You will release yourself."
There is a rumble that now comes from Roberto; the pure s
We have won another battle.And we have Roberto back.But what it has left is the sense that there will always be Evil, The Darkness, something lurking in the corner.I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment, and making the best of it without knowing what's going to happen next.Why did I not learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future. The truth is that unless you let go unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted for having wanted to be wanted. It confuses y
…Anastasia POV…It is early morning and the rays of the sun are lying hot on Sebastian's body. He seems to have changed in a way after this last battle, yet I am not sure if it is about this whole legacy thing that has got him down.Yet, there is something I need to tell him...How do I even start this conversation? All I know is I know what it is that I am destined to do. So as he starts to stir from his rest, I take his face between my hands, "Hey.""My beloved, have you been staring at me while I was resting my eyes?""Perhaps…"Taking Sebastian's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my shirt…He only but smiles, "Now this is a way that I wish to be disturbed."His hand grips tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my shirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my bo
Since the last battle, Anastasia has been acting rather strangely. Now only but a few minutes ago she rushed of having to go somewhere she did not want to say. Well, I know that I can read her mind, but I have promised her that I shall not do that without her permission, so it is with rather frustration that I find my way downstairs, where, as usual, I find the Belmont family gathered in the kitchen."Well, it seems that you, my dear brother, have become used to this tradition as well."Roberto only but rumbles at me in laughter as he steps forward and gives me one of those awkward man hugs. Then from behind him, I see a face I have not seen for a while as they have been out on "Angel" business."Lilith," I only but nod my head, yet I cannot but help myself, "I do suggest that we change your name, for the only Lilith I can seem to remember is one that has a rather black heart.""Sebastian," Lilith chuckles as Breyden pulls her closer in his arms, "My hear
There is a dead silence as we step over the brink of the soft green grass onto the wet ground that will lead us into the forest. Now, my immediate concern is that we are not met by two of the Crimson Shadow Pack. This alone tells me that what lies and awaits us is not something that I am going to like.But I shall push that aside and hope for the best as I have said to myself that fear shall not get the better part of me. Yet, as we are slowly making our way towards where the pack lives, I have Edward tapping me on the shoulder.Well, I nearly fucking die. However, as he shows me what he has in his hand, I truly wish that I was dead. My dear beloved has phoned him at least twelve times since we have left the car, now I tell you, that is definitely a fear that I am feeling.That has to wait for we are just around the corner of where we should be, but…"I smell blood." As I pause, the faces of Connor and Ethan turn pale. "I smell a lot of blood."
It is in pure shock that I look over to the man that I called a friend, that I now believe of being a ruthless killer that just ended the lives of his entire family and his friends, the people that counted on him for his protection.But as we find ourselves staring off at a battle of words, there is a scent so unmistakable that not one of our senses misses the brisk breeze that carries it through the air.With only but one nod, he looks at me, then just as soon as this man stood next to me, he morphs into his true form in a spectacular display of something so raw and pure to earth. His silver coat and claws sharper than any Vampire would ever see. Majestic and beautiful. But there is one thing that does not make him a beautiful creature to admire, that is the hint of a ruthless beast that is held within his eyes.With a deep howl from the depths of his chest, in less than a wink of a second, he is gone.Ethan looks at me rather bewildered and points in th
It is with pure elegance that she appears from behind the thick brush, with a coat that is as red and brown and a scent of hints of honey; she is a sight to be held. But her fury is present in the snarl and snap of her teeth. With claws that are sharper than a blade, one can see why my dear friend has sustained the wounds that he has.Yet, it seems that she is not done yet, for she is descending on him rather fast. She is here to settle a score, and it does seem that she shall not leave here until her mate finds himself dead. How love can turn so wicked, or yet should I say betrayal. Betrayal is the scorned man's greatest weapon, and it has been handed to Mirabelle to yield as she finds fit.Though it seems that I will not be the one that shall have my justice. This mutt, this friend, he shall die at the hands of another.So I only but step aside…and what a fateful mistake…for next…Mirabelle comes charging at me with utmost haste and
My beloved if furious…furious not even the word to say.She is only, but an arm reach away from me. I have the absolute burning desire to pull every inch of her body into mine. I need her closer to me than we have ever been before.But I am frightened.The thought of losing her feels like hot knives piercing me, stealing my breath.So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for."My beloved, please, can we go talk? Please, if only for a second, can you please just listen to me?"Watching her hesitate kills me, but I can see it in her eyes. I know my beloved's eyes; I know that somehow I have reached her."You have five minutes, Sebastian."I softly lace my fingers in her hand and lead her to one of the farside chairs.I do not waste a single minute. I have five minutes, and I am going to make them count."My beloved
…Anastasia POV…Sebastian grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him; with one loud growl, he lifts my feet from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed.He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his cock throbbing against my thighs, his heart beating through his sculpted chest, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels fucking amazing.His lips lock with mine; he devours me with a patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. I tangle my hands in his hair and full him even closer."God, Sebastian," I groan. His skin is hot against my cool flesh.I hook my legs around his legs and grab his taut, hard ass. I tug him into me, arching my hips to feel his throbbing erection. I want him inside