Her Dirty Little Secret [R 18+]

21 | In Silent Night, Our Love Takes Flight

Vaela walked to me, her feet small and silent, her eyes wide open like she'd seen the devil himself. Crouching down she reached out to touch Claire's deadly cold cheeks. My girl looked down at her tormentor's entire body, looking for any signs of pain or injury. 

I placed my hand on the top of her scalp, pulling her face to my leg, "she overdosed, I found her in the house. No John, " I explained. Vaela nodded, but she did not move. "You are upset?" I asked, needing to know, unable to understand the way her mind ticked. 

She blinked, "I'm angry. Even in death, she chose herself." Her slender fingers reached out to Claire's eyelids, and dropping them down she released a breath. Then she dropped back onto her ass, a laugh left her lips. 

It was watery, filled with disbelief and anguish. 

Moving down behind her, I wrapped my body around her shaky body. She laughed and laughed, her body flushed with warmth as she realized the woman she'd never found closure from lay dead before her. 

The laughter became sobs as tears fell and she wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

"I wanted to see her brain fester with infection, Alaric, wanted to see her pain... Needed to see her suffer," she murmured between whimpers, salty tears dripping onto the plush floor beneath her. "Maybe some relationships are meant to end unfairly, in whole-hearted despair only."

Fuck, sweet girl.

Pressing my lips to her hair I tell her, "her mind was already riddled with disease, Vaela. Nothing is more painful than harbouring hatred, Claire let it consume her and projected it in such vile ways. Do not let it consume you, you're far too fucking good for that."

She stilled in my arms, her streams of tears slowing to a trickle. She lifted her gaze to meet mine, her eyes were glossy and sparkling in pain, a sea of unspoken torment that someone so young should never have known. I held her gaze, allowing the world around us to fade into insignificance.

Turning in my arms, Vaela straddled my thighs, "my skin feels like is crawling, my lungs burning, everything is tearing apart inside me, Alaric... I don't know how to make it stop," she whispered, her voice faint, I was afraid she'd disappear with the gentle breeze drifting around the dark room. 

Hearing her words my chest felt tight, how far gone was she, would I still be able to reach her?

"Make it stop..." She pleaded. 

 Lifting her, I walked her to the bed, the small creases of her body on the sheets filling me with tenderness. "I don't like sharing your mind, Vaela." Dropping her on the edge, I began removing my clothes, until I was left clad in my boxers. 

Then I dropped down on my knees and gripped her thighs, spreading them, causing her white silk gown to lift and expose pretty pink panties. Her eyes drifted behind to where the body rested, then she looked back down at me and smiled.