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Chapter 5
I promise I will come back for you. Had he really said those words or had I just wish he had?
In the morning I woke up alone. My naked body was tangled in the long summer grass and my clothes were strewn around the floor. I touched the spot besides me where we had spent the night together wrapped in each others warmth. The spot was cold now, not even a trace of him remained.
I got dressed in silence and then stood there for a moment staring at the impressions in the grass our bodies had left behind. As I turned around and made the lonely trek home I knew I would not be returning here again.
I saw Mitch eight times after that and each time it was as if a bigger and bigger part of him was being consumed by the madness. I would hear news about Ralvek, about the secret blood sales that were going on there. Somehow I knew he was apart of it.
The last time I saw Mitch was from afar. It was graduation day and even through the millions of faces out there that day it was his alone that stood out. I took off running, trying desperately to move through the swarming masses of hot sweaty flesh that separated us. When I finally got there though he was gone. He hadn't even said goodbye.
An entire year went by and I had begun to believe he had finally forgotten me.
~*~
Two years later....
I am standing in a small white bathroom. Women, some hired some "friends", crowd around me making the final touches on the center piece for the entire evening: me. I am half aware that a mirror is placed in my hand. One of the women asks what I think but the voice seams so far away...
Though I'm tucked away in a room without windows I keep seeing the thunderclouds I had noticed earlier. They made me think of my mother, of her death.
"Ow!" I yelp as a very round women dressed in the brightest purple dress I have ever seen pinches me hard in the side of my arm.
"Sorry Miss Heathet but it was the only way to get your attention." The women around me are smiling, waiting in anticipation for what my verdict was on this three hour nightmare.
I look down at the mirror and a sad young women stares back at me. "You ladies have out done your selves! I look absolutely stunning." I had gotten better at lying now, but you had to be if you were going to be Vaun Eingail's wife.
They clamored about for a bit congratulating themselves on another fine accomplishment. "Now Ladies," I say as I rise out of my chair for the first time in three hours "I would greatly appreciate it if you could give me a minute alone to... truly appreciate your work." After working with some of the most nastiest women in the business, they were quick to obey.
I had to restrain my self from slamming the door the moment the last one of them made it out of the thresh hold, but I managed. Alone for the first time the whole day I couldn't help but slump to the floor. Down stairs nearly five hundred strangers were waiting for me to make my grand entrance. The only reason any of them were out there was to make sure I could play the part of the beautiful but behaved wife of a King. I closed my eyes straining to hear the voices bellow, I'm focusing so hard that I nearly jump right out of my skin when someone slams their fist hard against the door.
"Anniel, our guests are waiting dear." I take a deep breath, stood up and opened the door. Vaun was standing before me wearing a loose fitting black tux with a single flower tucked in his left pocket, above his heart.
I had picked it for him this morning, it was the first blossom of spring. Its silky blue pedals gave off the faintest luminescent glow against the black backdrop of his tux. It matched my dress perfectly, but of course that was the point.
