I have to admit that today's brief was the beginning of a project which I never ended. Aided by this week's prompts I added a little something here and there and created this sweet tale. I think the story could have had more potential but between my upcoming exams, class, work, and my WIP, this was all I could come up with at the last minute.
Some people would have chosen not to flash- I seriously considered it- but it's almost certain that for the next three weeks I won't be able to add anything, so I was determined to squeeze something in this week yes or yes.
Anyhow, hope you enjoy it and don't forget to visit our other awesome Briefer's (Links at the bottom)!
If I'd known you were coming, I'd have.... (fill in the blank)
or the alternate prompts are:
tree, highway, understanding
all we are is dust in the wind
V is for Forever
Determination urged her forward. She had to stop the creature from stealing Alice. She approached the river’s bank. A thin fence surrounded it. The child had told her that she was plunged into water every time she met her friend. How? She wondered. She noticed, suddenly, a small hole in the enclosure. It was an absurd thought but she would try it nonetheless. Sticking her hand through the broken fence, she fell, plunging into the cold water.
She took in a lungful of air and coughed, surprised to find herself on dry land. Mary took in her surroundings. She had appeared in a barely lit room. There was barely any furniture, just a stained table and a dirty lamp. She started when the shadow of a man covered the little light there was.
“Can I help you?” His voice was soft and sultry, and disturbingly enough, it was vaguely familiar.
She swallowed hard and recalled the girl placed under her care. “I’ve come to plead for you not to take the girl, sir,” she said in a whisper.
“It is not my intention. I am no thief, nor a monster.”
“Yes, but the girl insists on coming with you.”
“She is still young and does not know what she wants, much like you at her age, Mary.”
Mary took a step back startled at hearing her name.
“Do I know you?” she asked softly, peering into the shadows.
“You did once,” the man replied, taking a step forward.
“David,” she gasped.
It had been years since she’d last laid eyes on the man before her, a man she had loved. She drank in his appearance. He was taller than she recalled, thinner, yet muscled. His black hair was longer, hanging in soft waves below his shoulders and curling over his naked chest. Her eyes swept back to his face. His deep green eyes had always spoken volume to hers. Now, they only sent one message: impenetrable sadness.
“At least, you remember me,” he tried to smile, but the intent failed to reach his eyes. “For many others all we are is dust in the wind.”
“Oh, David. You would never be dust for me.” She took a wavering step toward him. The lamp’s light flickered and that’s when she saw it. Staring bleakly back at her, the large V which had been burnt into his bare chest stood out, now an ugly red scar, a permanent reminder of what he was. Unconsciously, she reached out for him and touched the scarred tissue. David flinched and backed away. Her hand fell to her side, trembling.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Please don’t be. I—“he hesitated. “If I’d have known you were coming, I—“ He moved towards her. Softly, he grabbed hold of her hand and placed it on his chest. “I haven’t been touched by anyone in such a long time.”
“David,” she whispered again as she slowly traced the letter across his bare chest. She didn’t notice her tears until the cold pad of his thumb brushed against her cheek. He tilted her head and gazed into her eyes.
“It was a long time ago, Mary.” She nodded numbly. More than ten years ago. It had occurred more than ten years ago, the night they found him and branded the V for vampire onto his chest. Their intent was to kill him but he escaped and vanished from her life, until now. She bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears. With a firm tug, he pulled her into his arms. The flood gates were released and she sobbed onto his chest.
Within a few minutes her tears began to ebb, the firm press of his body against hers awakening a long forgotten heat in her core. As if he had sensed her mood change, his fingers on her waist tightened, bringing her body flush against his. When she raised her eyes, he lowered his gaze. His lips were upon hers in a heartbeat. At one time she had known those lips well, a simple swipe of her tongue in just the right spot could get him to gasp. She licked the corner of his mouth and he groaned. She smiled against his mouth. He nibbled on her lower lip and like years before she opened up for him. His tongue swept inside, hungrily reacquainting itself with hers.She threaded her hands through his hair, desperate to devour him. Her breasts pressed against him. Her nipples tight and ripe, brushed against the cotton of her gown and his firm chest. His masculine hand trailed over her ribs to cup her bosom. He thumbed her puckered bud and a thousand stars danced before her eyes, mingling with the memory of countless nights by his side, sharing their passion until the sun began to rise. He would not take her blood, fear of condemning her holding him back. She cared nothing for perdition. Damnation was to be away from him for so long. Hell was to fall asleep dreaming of him and to spend every waking hour painfully aware that he was gone.
“You will drink from me,” she stated.
“I rather be condemned at your side than to live alone for the rest of my days.”
“Your human life, the girl—“
“Will continue without me but I won’t continue without you.”
David gazed into her eyes. She smiled at him, seeing a spark of hope dancing at the back of his dark pupils. He entwined his hands with hers. “Nor I without you, Mary. You make me feel alive, like there is still a world out there to be discovered.”
“There is and we will discover it, together.”
“Forever,” David whispered, leaning over to claim her into an embrace that would last long after the sun rose.