Frailty of Freya

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Its Just a short idea that I think I might make longer later it all depends if anyone really likes it

Submitted: June 20, 2009

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I watched as Amara pushed her body near the captain as they rode atop their horse’s back her smiling face, radiant and open. Her love for him was obvious and so was his for her. The things they went through were beyond unbelievable, leaving little to the imagination. With what all they went through, their love shone brighter and brighter. They were able to express it to one another openly and happily.
The way they looked at one another so lovingly makes me crave it. It makes me wonder, why I care Cyrus so much. He has a cold demeanor like no other male I have ever met. He does not communicate to anyone sometimes that even includes me. He has such an authoritative attitude even though he left that kind of life behind long ago. The reason he left though was to be with me and I love him so much for it.
I glanced back up at Amara as the captain held out his hand to her to pull her off the horse into a loving embrace. He held her close to him placing a warm kiss to her forehead. She laughed and tightened her grip on his neck. Then within that moment, he stole a kiss from her beautiful rosy life-filled lips.
I placed a lone finger to my cold blue lips. I could feel wanting wash over me as their scene continued. I wanted nothing more than to be held and kissed that way for so long that I craved it; the way I craved Cyrus. We only kissed twice before. Once was an obtrusive trick to have me drink my required dose of blood. It was around the time I first met him and feeling began to blossom for him. I could barley remember the time. It was nothing more than a distant memory.
The second event was a display set up to deceive. He wanted to be free from his duties and allowed to protect me. When they were not convinced that I was the reason for him to leave in front of the whole vampire council, he kissed me and pronounced his ‘love’ for me. I practically melted from the kiss, even if it was not meant to be true. His willingness to touch a half-breed like me was enough to convince the council and we were free to go.
Amara’s distant laughter was enough to distract me from my wandering thoughts. I looked over to glimpse at Cyrus. He was the same as always, buried within his books.
I sighed and leaned over the edge of the tent-covered cart. Taking my hand, I reached out into the sun watching, as my hand did not burn, sizzle, and blister on contact like a normal vampire would. I am considered neither human nor vampire neither light nor dark. Of course, not all humans can classify as light, whereas not all vampires can be considered dark. Even then, my kind still does not fill in the blank spots left open.
 “Freya,”
My heart lunged in my chest as his baritone voice echoed in my ears. It caressed over my skin. I shivered as I felt him behind me, his breath brushing the back of my neck.
I turned my head halfway, my chin barley brushing my shoulder. “Yes Cyrus, what is it?”
I wish he could read my thoughts and hear what I thought at that moment. Then my fantasy would come true at last. Sadly though that would never happen no matter how much I wished for it.
He placed a book in front of me. I looked down at the text in bold, italic letters. A sigh escaped my throat, another fantasy book for me to read and covet. I love fairy tales because of the romance that happened to them. The love between the characters was true and forever.
I envied their love even if it was only a fantasy. Looking at Amara and the captain those fairy tales became real for them. So why then could they not do the same for me?
My emotions for him are hidden in the darkness, no signs of showing, so much unlike theirs. The man I love cast my love in to the shadows. He cares for me I know that for sure, but so unlike the way I cared for him. I just wish for once that he would show me those same emotions. It gets to be so bad that I still think that he is still in love with her. I feel that she is the only reason that he takes care of me. I am probably nothing more than a burdening child in his eyes.
That woman he loved before was wild and the only person he respected. She could make him do whatever it was that she asked for. Even in her absence now, she still had her talons latched into his heart. She reached a deeper place in his cold heart that I could never reach. I wish that she would release from her hold and come to me with loving open arms. I hate her with a passion for being able to do what I cannot.
I always have hated her before I met Cyrus. She led my father to his death while she is out there still alive and well. Hating her this way should go against the laws of nature, but I myself go against the laws of nature. I should love that woman even if I harbor no such feeling for her.
I glanced over to Cyrus again and caught his gaze looking upon me with curiosity.
He must have smelt my anger rolling off in waves because he approached me. “What is wrong Freya?” He asked.
I looked into his eyes looking for passion. “Do you really care when you ask that?” I asked hearing the solemn in my voice.
If he was confused, he did not let it show on his face. That is just the kind of person he is. “What do you mean? What is this about?”
My hands clutched at my chest and felt the flutter of my heart. I gripped tighter at my chest wanting to rip out the abomination that allowed these feelings. It is such a useless thing to possess. It has not done any good so far, and I doubt it ever will. The only thing it allowed me to be is tortured with human emotions.
I grabbed his arms my finger nails digging into his arm. I know that alone would not hurt him, but I wish it did so he could understand my pain. I convulsed with unreleased sobs knowing he would never understand my pain. My tears spilled over soaking his cold chest as I laid on it.
There was no thrum of a heartbeat. He had no heartbeat, unlike mine that fluttered every so often. His heart was lifeless, closed and cold. So why was she able make it beat for her? Why did it lose its coldness and open up for her?
“Why Cyrus,” I looked up to his eyes as he gazed upon me with those cold blank eyes. “Why do you still desire my mother instead of me?”


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