Hey guys. Welcome to the third part of playing with fire. It is really weird that we resorted to writing the second book before the first one. I mean which author does that? Anyways, this note is to tell you that the all three books are the everyday life of the three sisters: Hecate, Rosalyth, and Lucretia. I dont know what to do for the ending though. You know the final battle against the evil? I was thinking to write that scene in a fourth book but ughhh i just dont know. Please give this poor writer of your an idea. I dont care if you comment, PM, or otherwise. Just a simple idea would suffice. Okay, enough begging. I hope you guys enjoy the long awaited update.
On the side is the actor I have in mind for Nikolaii.
J.O.A.~' 8/10/2014
CHAPTER 21
*3 months after*
I miss summer. Summer meaning relax, days in the beach, ice cream, and summer love. Summer love leads to Archer and Archer leads to heartache. "Ugh. Stupid day dreams." Rosalynn accidentally voiced out.
"Ms. Myers, this is you last warning. One more time you interrupt this class with your so troubling day dreams, I will have you kicked out from my class." Mrs. Luighseach, aka Mrs. Firecracker by the whole camus even by the teachers, exploded in anger with her red face matching her blood red lipstick. {A/N:: Luighseach means burning fire in Irish. Thus the name firecracker for red explodes in her face when she is angry.}
"Yes, Mrs. Luighseach." Rosalynn said trying not to bursting into giggles. But some students in the far corner beat her to it as they burst into loud contaminating laughter. She apparently left to scold the young couple sitting in the back, leaving her alone to her own giggles. Mrs. Luighseach always managed to make her day. She went back to explaining the biochemical functions of a human, which happily kept her occupied for the whole class.
The clock displayed two minutes til three as everyone scooted closer to the edge of their seats and stealthily pack their bags, anxiously waiting to rush out of the class and into the liberated hallways of the Uni. Mrs. Luighseach was too absorbed into her own biochemical lesson to notice the students already getting up to leave the class.
Rosalynn exited classroom as the nauseating smell of perfume, food, and sweat of college students hit her all at once. She quickly exited the hallway, into the peaceful garden area leading to her dorm room. It was Friday at last. Her plan for the afternoon consisted of taking a satisfying shower along with a dinner and hitting the hay.
The loneliness of her best friend not being in the same university was eating away at her. Not to mention her former heartbreak.
It had been three months since her departure with Archer and her father's threat to cut his balls and limbs off to feed it to the lions in the local zoo if he ever see Archer again.
Two months and three weeks since utter despair, buckets of ice cream and the re-reading of her all time favorite novel, Harry Potter.
Two months and two weeks since Samantha verbally beat-ed the crap out of her and dragged her from her bed and into the bathroom for a cold shower to face reality.
Two months since she got her acceptance letter to University of Wisconsin-Madison followed by a bucket full of joyful tears by Sam, her mother and Rosalynn, one good job with a loving ruffle of hair by her father.
One month and four weeks she moved into a dorm with a smoking hot Italian guy named Nikolaii and officially became a university student.
Rosalynn dazedly unlocked the door to her dorm as Nikolaii decided to come out of the bathroom with only a pair of basketball shorts covering his lower southern section. "Oh, Rosiee, You're back." Nikolaii said with his thousand watt smile.
It wasn't his smile or his to die for body that affected her. It was his eyes. The similar cerulean blue eyes Archer held and that lovable nickname, Rosiee, that came from his mouth with tender affection.
"Y-yeah. Do you mind if I use the bathroom, now?" She asked with a painful smile from remembering her days of dating Archer. It was only few days she had dated him, but he got her bad. Right in her cor-humanum. Her heart.
"Sure. Go ahead." He said as he tugged on a polo and started drying his hair with a towel.
Nikolaii was part of the Medical Physics graduate program. Many students at the uni was green with envy at Rosalynn for being his dorm mate. Rosalynn had the idea of switching dorms with some girl who has the hots for him, because of how much he reminded her of Archer. But with a second thought, she changed her mind. I had to get use to this, drift away slowly. Or otherwise, I can't move on. She thought as she remembered the admirable speech given by Sam.
Rosalynn quickly took a bath and downed herself in her soft pajamas and drifted off to a haunting nightmare.
She stood before him. The creature, the man that had haunted her in her dream before. This time, his face was clearer. The fog slowly retreated, allowing Rosalynn a glimpse of his face. His once red eyes, was now a darker blue. Like the sight to behold, before a storm. The ominous blue grey color of the sky. His eyes glowed in anger, betrayal and utter disappointment. She watched his whole demeanor changed. She watched his become the love crazed man he was today. His eyes bleeding red, hands tainted with the carmine color of blood, soul darkened by absolute hatred.
He stride past her, as if he could not notice her. He tread-ed toward a woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her soft brown hair, past her waist in slight curls. Her ethereal green eyes sparkling with unwavering love. She embraced the man with an intimate hug and placed a chaste kiss onto his lips, yet his motive did not waver. To kill. To kill all his traitors by hand. To kill them one by one til none was left but her and him. To recreate the world to their liking that consisted of only him and beloved.
Rosalynn woke gasping for air as her chest constricted. Her body was soaken to the skin with sweat.
"Rosiee, Rosiee. Sweetheart, are you alright?" She found a pair of alarmed blue eyes gazing up at her. She quickly nodded yes as she continued to take deep breaths to calm herself down.
His warm hands stroked her back to bring her back to a calm. "Nightmare?" He asked with a quiet whisper.
"Y-yeah. Nightmare." Rosalynn assumed him correct. She knew it was him. The man in her dream. No. Her nightmare. The man was no one other than Nikolaii.
"Alright, then. Go back to sleep now. Sweet Dreams, Rosiee." He whispered in a soothing voice as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. It wasn't one of true love, but almost of sibling love.
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