Rejected Angel [ r e - w r i t i n g ] [rough draft]

Epilogue

*not yet rewritten

Author's note:
Okay, so this epilogue is clearly bullshit right now. Im gonna fix it later. Enjoy this temporary fluffy scene.

"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world."

­­­­-Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars

Belle

     "Falco, seriously, where are you taking me?" I asked, blindfolded.

      "Don't worry, sweet girl. Just a few more minutes," he promised.

      "Fine," I sighed. It has been two months since the war, we lost a few lives, but I knew we would be okay.

     Drake found his mate. Her name was August. She was the sweetest, and the shyest girl I've met and she was adorable.

     Clyde had found his mate as well, she was a young vampire. Fierce and head strong, protective of the ones she loved. We became great friends.

     My brother finally found his mate as well. His mate was Alice, my best friend. They were adorable together. They immediately fell in love with each other. Rory decided to pick a mate right after the war was over, and now, they were happy.

     We were all happy, "Come on, my sweet. We're here," he told me while he took off my blindfold. Bright colored lights instantly came into my vision.

    "Prom? Really?" I smiled

    "Come on, you'll love it!" He grinned.

    "Fine," I sighed, "So this is why you got Alice playing Barbie on me, huh?" I laughed.

    "Yes. Now we're going to enjoy our prom, and you're going to enjoy it with me," he smiled and led me inside, "Welcome to Vita Royale."

     We entered inside and instantly saw teenagers dancing, and grinding.

      We started walking towards a table, my arms still hooked to Falco's, "Oh yeah, I forgot to give you this," he smiled sheepishly and brought out a corsage with 3 Black roses, the edges tinted with metallic silver, surrounding a little tiny white flower.

      "I see now. It's to match me. Blood red sweetheart cocktail dress, and a corsage with black roses," I smiled, "You are so sweet."

      "What can I say? Black and Red fit you too well," he grinned and pinched my cheeks, turning them pink.

      "Let's dance then," I smiled and ran to the dancefloor.

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      We were now just swaying to an upbeat song, "I still don't understand. Why not just give up on me?" I asked him as I kissed his fingertips, it was a sign of love and loyalty, and compassion. For me, it also meant that you also loved them for who they are, because no one had the same fingerprints, right?

      "Because I love you," he murmured and kissed my neck, making sparks of pleasure erupt everywhere.

      "I love you too," I said and kissed him softly. I pulled away, looked across the dance floor and saw Alice and my brother having a sweet romantic moment.

       "You realize, if Alice marries my brother, we'll technically become real sisters? But, also technically not, sisters by heart I guess, since she's the original Thyme, you were an original Salavtoré. Yeah, I'm guessing you were from a filthy rich family." (Pronounced as Sal-va-to-ray) I murmured.