July 28th, 2015
Rhy"Din City
Two years gone, lost to life in Rhydin. She hardly even recalled the events that brought her to the strange city. Chicago was a distant memory and she had just about rebuilt all that had been lost in the upheaval. Just about.
Not quite.
Gone was the intricate network of contacts, the money, the endless string of lovers. In its place was a budding agency, a small but diverse pool of talent, and him. Raven haired and crimson eyed, he had been a force to be reckoned with. He was of a vampiric breed though not one she had seen in her dealings. He was too whole to be of the Black Court and too human seeming for the Red. He was certainly no White Court phage, his sustenance driven not by the psychic flow of others but rather the blood that ran in their veins.
He was an anomaly. Strong, fast, handsome. Possessive in a way she thought she'd never be held. He was everything she never thought she'd find in a companion.
He was also likely the father of the child she was carrying.
As they say, the best laid plans often go awry.
Seldom did they speak of their relationship, of what it meant or where it was going. Long ago she had convinced herself it was but a business arrangement, trading sex for the protection he offered while she settled into the unknown city. But there they were two years later. They shared the same home, the same bed, the same expendable lovers between them.
She never spoke of her feelings for him but she knew they were there. She knew by the subtle tingling in her skin that soon became an excruciating burn with but a brush of skin to skin contact. It was her fault, of course, she should have known better. Known better than to commit, to fall, to love.
Love.
She was in love with him and it made touching him unbearable. It was why she never spoke the words, why she never admitted aloud just what he did to her, why she brought home innumerable women to share with him' in hopes that maybe, just maybe, it would make him touchable for just a bit longer.
Their relationship was complex but it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Children were not in the cards for Soriah Cassandra Lemercier, she had decided such a thing long ago. Never would she subject another living being to the fate she endured solely by birthright. Yet there she was, standing within the massive closet on the second level of the grand manor owned by her lover and still unsuspecting baby daddy, dismayed by the fact that no matter how creative the tailoring, it was getting to the point she could no longer hide such a secret.
She had to leave. It was decided.
For the first time in close to two years, she found herself plotting a return to Chicago. To her family, to her enemies, to her past, present, and future. For all the running she had done, it amazed her that she would consider such a thing, but sure enough, the fountain pen worked across the page to scrawl an elegant script, a poignant apology, a promise and a lie. Not in that order.
Mon diable,
Regretfully, I must return to the place whence I came. My home calls for me and I find myself answering that call. I wish I could explain why, I do. But I do not know when I will return. I do not know when I will be able to explain. Some day. Someday I will tell you why. But for now, know that je t?aime avec tout mon coeur. Je t'appartiens pour toujours.
Adieu mon amour, Riah
He had gone to the city, a common occurrence on the nights in which his mind wandered to places she didn't understand. He had gone and so did she, off into the night. Alone.
Rhy"Din City
Two years gone, lost to life in Rhydin. She hardly even recalled the events that brought her to the strange city. Chicago was a distant memory and she had just about rebuilt all that had been lost in the upheaval. Just about.
Not quite.
Gone was the intricate network of contacts, the money, the endless string of lovers. In its place was a budding agency, a small but diverse pool of talent, and him. Raven haired and crimson eyed, he had been a force to be reckoned with. He was of a vampiric breed though not one she had seen in her dealings. He was too whole to be of the Black Court and too human seeming for the Red. He was certainly no White Court phage, his sustenance driven not by the psychic flow of others but rather the blood that ran in their veins.
He was an anomaly. Strong, fast, handsome. Possessive in a way she thought she'd never be held. He was everything she never thought she'd find in a companion.
He was also likely the father of the child she was carrying.
As they say, the best laid plans often go awry.
Seldom did they speak of their relationship, of what it meant or where it was going. Long ago she had convinced herself it was but a business arrangement, trading sex for the protection he offered while she settled into the unknown city. But there they were two years later. They shared the same home, the same bed, the same expendable lovers between them.
She never spoke of her feelings for him but she knew they were there. She knew by the subtle tingling in her skin that soon became an excruciating burn with but a brush of skin to skin contact. It was her fault, of course, she should have known better. Known better than to commit, to fall, to love.
Love.
She was in love with him and it made touching him unbearable. It was why she never spoke the words, why she never admitted aloud just what he did to her, why she brought home innumerable women to share with him' in hopes that maybe, just maybe, it would make him touchable for just a bit longer.
Their relationship was complex but it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Children were not in the cards for Soriah Cassandra Lemercier, she had decided such a thing long ago. Never would she subject another living being to the fate she endured solely by birthright. Yet there she was, standing within the massive closet on the second level of the grand manor owned by her lover and still unsuspecting baby daddy, dismayed by the fact that no matter how creative the tailoring, it was getting to the point she could no longer hide such a secret.
She had to leave. It was decided.
For the first time in close to two years, she found herself plotting a return to Chicago. To her family, to her enemies, to her past, present, and future. For all the running she had done, it amazed her that she would consider such a thing, but sure enough, the fountain pen worked across the page to scrawl an elegant script, a poignant apology, a promise and a lie. Not in that order.
Mon diable,
Regretfully, I must return to the place whence I came. My home calls for me and I find myself answering that call. I wish I could explain why, I do. But I do not know when I will return. I do not know when I will be able to explain. Some day. Someday I will tell you why. But for now, know that je t?aime avec tout mon coeur. Je t'appartiens pour toujours.
Adieu mon amour, Riah
He had gone to the city, a common occurrence on the nights in which his mind wandered to places she didn't understand. He had gone and so did she, off into the night. Alone.