[GirlxGirl] For a Thousand Years, Chéri

For a Thousand Years, Chéri

Author's note: Please take note of the story legends below  to understand the story flow.

Bold - past

normal - present

The   character speaks in Franglais therefore her ds are missing the letter 'h' and the 'th' are written as 'z'

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

—————————————————————

In her arms lies the woman she loved, drawing her last breaths. The woman who owns her heart that never ends in beating, was looking at her with a forlorn smile. A smile stained by blood running down the corner of her pale lips. She couldn't help but cry as she held her lover's hand over her cheeks. She looked at those chocolate-brown eyes, slowly losing its bright gleam, with teary affection and listened to her ragged breath.

"Even when crying... you're still enticing." 

Her tears fell like waterfalls. "You are..." sniff. "Jezting mi'lady. 'Ze only one 'oo eez enthralling eez you."

Her lover chuckled until she drew a heavy breath. The hand that was on her cheek moved down to trace her lips. She placed some kisses on those pale fingers that made her lover let out a chuckle.

"Those lips... I would miss them. But..."

"But I would miz you more, mon trésor,"

"Yes."

Her lover looked at the sky which she looked as well. Dusk.

"My love..."

"Yes mi'lady?"

Both did not look at each other. Her tears still fell as she watched the sky.

"Don't blame yourself. It was..."

"Non! 'zon't... feeneez 'zat!" Her blonde hair bristled as her voice went higher. Anger filled her chest. But her lover, breathing ragged, laughed. she looked down and felt like her heart melt at how happy she looks. "W'at eez funny?"

Her lover continue to laugh until she coughed from lack of breath. But as soon as her coughing fit ended, her hands that covered her mouth, she looked at her lover's pale hands and found blood on them. Blue eyes dilated, changing from ocean-blue to fiery red. "Kill... I will kill thoze bâtard!" she growled, holding her lover close. "Fils de putain!"

"Darling..."

"What?"

She watched how her lover gave her a weak smile, lips smeared in blood.

"I love you..." 

She open her lips, hoping to answer her lover's words, when everything went silent. 

No heavy breathing.

No whispered words.

No heartbeat.

Nothing.

"Je te aime... Rosalie."

—————————————————————

Years.

The woman who cannot die has lost count on how many years it has been since her lover, Rosalie, died in her arms. Rosalie, a muggle-born witch, was assassinated while staying at her villa. She investigated the reason behind the act and found that there are pure-blood witches who went on killing those who they deemed as 'mudblood'. Rosalie had it worse for not only being a mudblood but also staying with her, a half-breed. A quarter-Veela who inherited her grand-mère's blood which made her immortal. And also being the head of the European Veela clan.