Author: emberandashes PM
A short scene between a young clairvoyant that has always known her soul mate is a vampire and she has to help him solve an aged old war. However can their love win out against the two worlds that are about to clash? Might be a series if reviews are good!Rated: Fiction K - English - Supernatural/Romance - Words: 609 - Published: 05-13-12 - id: 3022113
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Crushed aluminum wrappers of junk food littered the dingy ground, where a pair of leather shoes walking upon pavement echoes in the dark. A stark contrast to the ground it walks upon.
He pulls his matching leather jacket up to close around his neck. The grey pillars scatter insects that hurry away as the man walks on, his sky blue eyes seemingly searching for something…or someone.
His leather footfall crushes his worn out cigarette. The smoke escapes his lips like a fog out of the dark.
He does a very mortal thing, a habit that he could never get rid of, even at the age of immortal. Unconsciously brushing his dark locks back with a sweep of his hand.
The echoes that bounces of the walls halt. The leather shoes brushed with a hint of ash stop in mid stride.
Rouge deep red lips speak, "I'd knew you'd come." A surprisingly husky voice from such an angelic face.
A smile pulls at his lips but he catches himself.
"You knew." He says to the girl.
She hides her eyes behind dark lenses, her hands stuffed into her emerald green jacket. She doesn't try to stop her lips curving upward. A scarlet cupid's bow.
"It came true, of course I knew." She looks around the empty space then turns back to the dark stranger. "Well, you're here, aren't you?" She whispers, a softness in her tone that reminded him of a feather softly falling upon his skin.
He laughs under his breath, fighting the urge to shake his head.
"How is it even possible?" He whispers back. "This should be a devil's curse. A mockery of two worlds." The anger seeps into his tongue.
He touches her face and she shivers at his touch. Ice against warm flesh.
"This is cruel." He cradles her cheek.
She lets out a soft sigh but finds her voice. "What isn't possible? I saw you arriving. You're here now. Real as can be. Just like in my head." She places her hand over his. "It isn't a curse. This is a blessing."
He drops his hand in frustration and takes a step back. His breath uneven and seething.
"You're blinded by this." He spits. "It is an illusion, nothing more. Why would I be a blessing to you? Do you even know of what in the devil's name I am? How could I ever be something good?" He hisses at her, fangs protruding in his anger.
Her face is frozen in a serene mask, a small smile marks her lips like she was amused by a tantrum by a small child.
She steps forward, pushing up dust with the tip of her boots. "If only you could see the things I did in my mind. The good you have done. The good you will give me just by being with me." She whispers, like she was reciting a love poem.
He looks at her, her words hitting a long, lost deep wound he thought he would never exist again. Slowly his hands lifts and takes the edge of her dark glasses and pulls them off, revealing the most beautiful pair of eyes he would have never dared dreamed to see.
Her left eye was a chocolate brown, a thick rich brown that could only remind him of a chocolate fountain but in stark contrast her right eye was a shade of violet, almost lilac.
"Did you also see the way you will save my soul?" He whispers close to her ear before pulling her in to close the space between them.