Hi
I am back... but am not sure how long I can stay... My muse has taken a long vacation especially regarding Loving silver eyes but thankfully I was able to get this chapter out of her... and my editor
InflamedSensuality
was a big help... I want to thank her from the bottom of my heart..
J
Please enjoy...and don't forget to rate, vote and comment!!!
Marie
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As soon as she got into her room, she locked the door. Lisa would ask a lot of questions and since she had no money on her to pay for the cab, she had to ask Lisa for help but she was in no condition to answer anything.
The image of sharp nails slicing through his neck was still fresh in her mind. How could she ever forget that? She'd lost him forever and there was nothing she could do about it. She sunk into the carpet at the foot of her bed. Lelam Cardone had not only messed up her mind, he had messed up her life as well. Why? What could he possibly gain from her misery?
This was more than she could take... she felt sick from all the crying and her body trembled. She hated him, she hated him with all that she was and yet she couldn't stop herself from yearning for his touch. She couldn't stop herself from hoping he'd come and wrap her in his arms, telling her all that had happened was nothing but a nightmare.
She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on the bed.
"Lelam Cardone, what have you done to me? I know I should hate you but why do I still want you?" she whispered out loud. She felt so lonely and there wasn't a single person she could relate to. She sighed as her mind replayed the moments she had spent with Alex. Memories were all she had. She sighed heavily as silent sobs shook her apart again. She was utterly alone in this world, no one would ever understand what had happened to her Alex and there was no one she could talk to so as to lighten the weight she had on her heart. Alex had died trying to save her and now she had to carry the burden of that truth all by herself.
"No... No don't..." she mumbled, trying to shout but she couldn't. "Please... I beg you stop!!" she tried to speak up again but in vain. That man had him by his throat and those talons looked even scarier. She knew what he was going to do, she'd seen it all before and she knew she wouldn't be able to save him.
She could see his back; his shirt was torn and covered in blood. He shouldn't die because of her. But the man who had him in that death grip had other plans. He threw him to the floor and raised his hand to kill him and that is when she saw the face.
"Alex!" she screamed as the talons shredded his skin into ribbons.
She crawled towards the unmoving body, knowing he was dead but still hoping... she reached out a hand to turn it over and when she did; it was not Alex who was lying in the pool of blood: it was Lelam.
She sat up shaking. She was crying uncontrollably. Seeing Lelam like that triggered something in her: a fear of losing him.
"Shhh... I am here..." he was beside her in a flash. Was she still dreaming? It had to be a dream. Why else would he be in her room?
"Marie, please don't cry..." he whispered holding her. She had wanted this consolation for so long... she wanted to hate him but the fear of losing him was greater than the feeling of hatred.
"No... no! He died because of you! I can't forgive you..." she sobbed, hitting his chest with her fists. Her soul yearned for him but how could she forget the death of her best friend?
"Marie, he is not dead... believe me! Hurting you in any way is the last thing I want to do please try to understand..." he replied, burying his face in her hair.
She couldn't say anything; she didn't know what to say. There was a genuine pain and regret in his voice and she wanted to believe him but she couldn't. She'd seen him die. She just sobbed against his chest; mixed feelings were overwhelming her. On one hand, she was crying for Alex but on the other hand, the tears were of joy. His hug suddenly made her feel like she had everything.
"I know I caused you a lot of pain in the past but believe me, I didn't mean to... I would rather die rather than cause you pain my little one..." he whispered.
She sighed. She was so tired of this.
"You should get back to sleep, you're still weak..." he continued laying her back on her bed and tucking her in.
"I don't want to fall asleep... I don't want to see all that again." She said in a small voice.
"Don't worry; I'll be here with you..." She'd been through a big trauma and he promised himself he'd do anything to get her out of it. When he moved to sit on her chair, she held his hand.
"Please, I don't want to go to sleep alone..."
He sighed. He didn't know if he could stop himself once he was in the same bed with her. He looked at the flimsy cotton shirt she was wearing and his body immediately reacted to what he saw. But he had to... she hardly knew him; no matter how he felt inside, he had to be patient. He nodded and got into bed with her. This was going to be a long night...
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She stretched herself under the covers and froze when she felt a warm body beside her. She turned her head to look at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful while he slept; he looked so different. The hard and uncaring face he usually wore was gone.
She couldn't stop herself from tracing a finger over those lips that had haunted her thoughts for so long.
Suddenly a hand snaked to grab her wrist and those eyes snapped open. She almost jumped off the bed if it weren't for his hands that kept her close to him. He kept on looking at her and smiling and finally he spoke.