Tears fell down her smooth cheeks. She hugged her knees tightly, the darkness in the room a blanket around her. Her throat ached from screaming out her fury and frustrations. She glanced behind her at the window, which offered a little light. If only he wasn't...
She turned back and sobbed into her knees. She closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep. When she woke, it was still dark outside. She lifted her head off her knees, and paused. She looked down at the arms encircling her stomach. She studied them in silence, then delicately placed her own hands on them.
"My love." his voice whispered softly into her ear. She felt his breath and shivered. She wrapped her fingers around his arms and tugged gently. He lifted his right arm from her, but raised his hand to her face. She turned away from his touch. His hand rested on her shoulder. "Love." he whispered, a tinge of hurt in his tone.
She felt the tears well up again. She stood up abruptly, and ran blindly out of the room. His voice still rang in her head. Love.
She pushed the door open and stepped out into the garden. Tears fell freely down her face as her eyes turned to the millions of stars in the dark sky. She turned to face the half moon. It was beautiful.
She sat down on the stone wall and waited. She heard his footsteps, but didn't turn. She rubbed her hands together to fend away the cold. She involuntarily wrapped a finger into her long curls, and twirled nervously.
His hand touched her shoulder, making her jump. The hand left her shoulder. She glanced around, but he wasn't there. She shivered, and cuddled herself.
She looked up and almost screamed. She looked into his dark brooding eyes. She looked away and stood up. He grabbed her arm, and pulled her close. "No." she mumbled inaudibly. "I promised-"
"It doesn't matter who you promised what to, my love, as long as we're together." she gazed at him solemnly. His voice was rich with a calm firmness. He lowered his mouth to her neck, and she hissed in pain. He pulled back to look into her eyes.
"Not yet." she gasped quietly. She resisted the urge to touch the place where he had bitten her.
"Not yet, my love." he agreed. He pulled her into a warm embrace.
He stepped back and guided her through the garden, past the shadowed trees and water fountain, and into a field. She looked at him curiously. He reached a hand into his coat and pulled out a red rose. She took it and breathed in the pretty scent.
She lowered the rose from her face and walked towards him. He came towards her, and lowered his head.
They both wept in each other's arms as the night slipped away.
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