The Flame

Secret's unraviling

           Black flames are enveloping me, there is red flashing, explosions, and blood curling screams. That is all I can see and hear. When will this torture end?

            My eyes shoot open. Sweat is making my long hair stick to my neck and back, and my bangs stick to all of my face in random spots. I've been having this dream, no, nightmare, for months now. Call me a lunatic, but I think it means something, but what is the question. After I calmed down I went to get a shower. Then I slid ripped blue jeans, and a red shirt that said in big black bold letters, 'I run with the wolves' with a black and white wolf on, with my black ankle boots. After I put my boots on I shoved my Dagger's in the secret pocket-like compartments of my boots, than went down stairs.

               "Hi, Flamy," my baby girl said with her sweet, innocent voice once I got to the kitchen.

"Hey there baby girl," I replied kissing her head before ruffling her hair up, which she giggled to in reaction. "Morning aunt, uncle,"

"Good morning!" my aunt excitedly squealed cooking something on the stove.

"Morning Flame," uncle sighed watching the news.

"So aunt," I slowly started. "What got you so happy and excited?"

"Because I'm going to meet my niece's new boyfriend soon," she happily howled pointing a big round frying pan at me, I was frozen in shock.

"W-what?" I stammered in bewilderment.

How did she find out about him?! Ashley couldn't have one, she's too young to have one, so she has to be talking about me.

"Oh, so was what the word on the street said true about you having a secret boyfriend, or not?" she sassily remarked going back to cooking. "I expect to see my little sister's, daughter's boyfriend before the day of the towns Halloween dance."

"What if he's not ready to meet you by then?" I questioned.

"Well than it will suck for him, won't it?" she replied not turning around.

I groaned.

              "Hey there attraente," Romano said coming over to me once he got outside from school and hugged me as I blushed (lovely).

He is wearing fitted black shirt, that traced his muscles carefully, and blue jeans.

"Hi," I mumbled looking at the ground.

Romano's face fell worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"Mia zia ha scoperto su di noi," I uttered in my native language (My aunt found out about us,).

"Oh," he muttered quietly. "Well, why is that such a bad thing is, she was bound to find out sooner or later?"

"Because she wants to meet you before the day of the dance, which is tomorrow," I answered.

"Well since school is over let's go now, to get it over with," he told me with a small smile and a slightly tilted head.

How did I get so lucky to have someone like him give me his heart? I mean, he's so kind, warm, sweet, and loving, I can't help but wonder how, and why, he loves me.

             "Aunt, I'm home!" I yelled once Romano and me where inside and I closed the door.

"In the kitchen! And you better of brought someone with you!" my aunt shouted back as I blushed slightly and groaned.

We went to the kitchen so my aunt could meet Romano and hopefully be quiet about this and never bring it up again. I know, I know, I'm hoping way too high, but at least I am aloud to, right?

"So you are my sister's, daughter's, secret boyfriend?" my aunt dead pined.

"Err, yes?" Romano said, more like asked.

"Interesting, I wonder why she was trying to hide you from me and Mark," she said glancing at me, like she was mentally asking me why.

"Um, in reality we were keeping, us," he moshed to both of us in a smooth motion. "A secret till tomorrow, not just from you, ma'am."

"Oh, so is that another reason why she was so startled when I dropped this on her this morning?" she replied, I nodded. "And call me Spring, not ma'am, that's not my name, my name is Spring. You better take good care of my sister's baby girl!"

Romano chuckled slightly. "I will, even if it costs me my life."

I blushed, I probably looked redder than a rose and a tomato combined. Before I hid my face in my hands, I saw my lovely Romano smirk his amazing, wonderful, beautiful smirk at me. Ugh, what am I thinking? And more importantly, what in this tiny world is he, he as in Romano, making me think?

"So what's your name and age, boy?" I heard my aunt asked Romano.

"My name is Romano, and I'm 18," Romano replied politely.

"Do you speak any other language's, if you do than what language's do you speak?" my aunt quizzed, this is starting to sound a lot like an interrogation, which very well might be knowing my aunt Spring.

"Italiano," Romano answered (Italian).

             After being interrogated by my aunt and uncle, we went to a part in the forest where there is a large, flat, smooth rock, it has a very calming atmosphere to it. I still haven't removed my hands from my face, only when walking, obviously, but I still cover it.

"You can stop hiding your face, all the monsters are gone," the familiar sweet, deep male voice said once we sat down before muttering, "Not that there were any."

I removed my hand's to stick my tong at Romano, but he had a different Idea, which was to smash his plum lips on mine.

I froze from shock before, closing my eyes, wrapping my long, slim, pail arms around his neck, and kissing him back with the same amount of passion as him.

The kiss was hard and urgent, yet still soft and smooth at the same time. Our lips moved in sync with each other. Romano gently grabbed my hips with his strong warm hands, then he suddenly lifted me up from where I was sitting next to him and put me on his sturdy, warm, lap in a way that I was straddling him. Romano's lips tasted like a minty, addicting, peace of chocolaty candy that I just can't get enough of, and the electricity-like spark's didn't help to make it less addicting.

               When we pulled apart both of us were breathing heavily, and our foreheads were resting up agents each other. I would try to get off Romano's lap, but his arms were securely wrapped around my small waist, so even if I tried to get off his lap I would obviously fail. Once Romano caught his breath he buried his hansom face in the base of my neck were it meet's my shoulder.

"I love you, my lovely Flame," Romano breathed out, my cheeks heated up, did he just call me his?

"I love you too, my hansom Romano," I mimicked.

He let out a chuckle, his warm breath softly caressed my shoulder, before lifting his head from my shoulder to look me in the eye. It was hard not to get lost in his shadowed golden eye's that seems to have an electrifying trance and held amusement in them while the rest his face was set in a 'serous' expression.

"Are you mocking me?" he slowly asked as our noses brushed up against each other, I blushed again because of how close our faces were.

"Maybe," I slyly replied, smiling deviously as his face moved towards my ear.

"That lovely, beautiful, smirk of yours is going to get you in very big trouble someday," Romano whispered into my ear, his candy like breath tickling my ear making me shiver in pleasure.

"What kind of trouble?" I asked tilting my head to the side as he put his face near mine again.

"This kind of trouble," Romano smirked before carefully leaning in and kissing me again, but this time it was a slow, sweet kiss.