✨ C O M P L E T E D ✨
//This story is a personal remaking and alteration of the movie TAKERS//
★★★
He looked at me with a strange gloom to him. I couldn't help but answer his questions.
"All of us are. That's how we...
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"You two can stop dancing," said the green man.
"Este Walker, or should I say Delilah O'dair," He said.
"Delilah is fine, I much rather prefer my own name," I said.
"So I have selected the both of you, for one reason and one reason only," he cooed.
"And what might that be?" John asked.
"Well John, everyone else in the room kept looking at me as if to a report of their skills. You two were fully immersed in eachother. I liked that," he said.
We both looked at each other.
"There, right there. That is what I meant. I've heard a lot about you, dear Delilah. You gave up a lot for this man. Why? Do you love him so much?"
"I love myself when I'm around him," I answered.
He grinned.
"And John take me through how you came to love her?"
"Why do you need to know all this?" John asked defensively.
"I Just do," the boss answered.
"She gave me comfort, happiness, her lips deserved all my kisses and—"
"Kiss then," laughed the man.
"What?" I asked.
"Kiss, I think that should be enough to answer the riddle I'm about to ask you."
"Ask me the riddle first," I said.
"Very well, what is it that filled the room outside, that was everywhere today, in some form or the other."
"A fight to the end?" John muttered so only I'd hear it.
"No," I whispered back.
"Love, that's what was everywhere on the halls, the paintings, the quotes, the books in the library were all tragic romances. All the riddles were also based off of love," I said out loud.
"Yes, and so were all the couples in love. They brought with them a partner they'd die for. So tell me Delilah is this the man you'd be willing to die for?"
"Yes," I answered. John mirrored my answer.
"Kiss," the false emperor roared.
"What a perverted freak," I mumbled as John took me closer.
"A kiss can tell you many things, love hate, pain, disgust...." I could hear the boss preaching. As John seriously fluttered his eyes and bent a little to kiss me.
And he did. He kissed me, his lips tasted like wine. Which we'd earlier consumed. His kiss was soft and desperate. I let go for that one moment. But I knew in an instant that the kiss I so desired was not his. Would never be his. My kiss was of mints and Vanilla. Of fire and sweetness. Of love and need and want.
