Clear Blindness

Chapter 10

Vincent P.O.V

   "I remember, when I was younger, how I saw the world; it was so pretty, beautiful even." She turns around in my arms, placing her head on my chest while tracing a finger on my eight pack. Very distracting by the way. "But, the people on earth wasn't."

I stare at the ceiling above us, humming deep in my chest.

"How'd you know who was good and who was bad?"

She shrugs. "Don't know, I just knew. It was as if I could tell just by my instincts."

My hand unconsciously brushed some hair away from her face. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth when she leaned into my hand even more. Deep green eyes – and a little bit of blue around the iris' – focused solely on me, causing me to tilt my head at the curiosity burning in those mesmerizing orbs like a wild fire. Never put out.

"What about you?" My hand slowly fell away. I shift uncomfortably.

"What about me?" I knew exactly what she was asking. But, I didn't want to bring up past memories. We were having a good time and I didn't want to ruin the mood by horror stories. Except my stories were true.

I see her gulp and nod, turning her body away from mine. I could feel the hurt she felt through our bond. She most likely thought I didn't want to share my past with her. Which wasn't what I meant.

My Inner Soul's now snarling at me, he thinks it's my fault our beloved is hurting. Crap, I should've explained myself better.

Licking my lips, I scoot closer, wrapping arms around her and bringing her back to where she rightfully belonged; my side. The feel of her bare back against my bare chest did wonders except at the moment I had to right the wrongs she thinks I've done.

"It's not what you think, Ellie," I murmur softly in her ear, kissing the skin there.

The only response I received was her cute angry huff, stubborn as always. "Then why don't you elaborate? Make me understand."

Oh, how I loved when she's mad. Not at me, of course, but just mad 'cause it just makes her more sexier. "I've lived longer than you, and so, I've suffered more than you could've ever thought possible. . . ."

"So I haven't suffered enough?" she interrupted, growling, facing me in a heartbeat with a scowl on her pretty face.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," I said in an angry tone. She understood how much I hated the way she was treated in the past. "I'm just saying you've lived on this earth for nineteen years, and I've had to live alone for over one hundred years. I don't have the best of memories about my childhood or experiences."

Ellie caresses my face, her anger vanishing within a second. "Sorry, I forget just how old you are. You can tell me anything, you know."

I smile at her bipolar-ness. "I know."

The night went on as I revealed all the most hidden memories that'd always haunted me. Yes, I've shared terrible things with her before, not to the extent I just went through, though.

My Beloved held on tight when I grew angry, sad, hesitant, and a little bit of happy. She listened, and my love for her skyrocketed.

She's mine. My Elizabeth. . . .

My eyes slowly opened. The coldness came back full force by the time I realized it was just a dream. However, I had reached a hand over to Ellie's side in hopes that everything was a nightmare. I'm met with a cold empty bed. Colder than my heart. Ellie is my warmth. The only person who makes me feel any type of emotion really.