Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Chapter 19

Word Count 1,322

A/N some part of this is thanks to my co writer Karen Brown

Some people see the world through a clouded lens. But she looked at the world with a single, focal point like that of a microscope. The parasites. Also known as a certain species that have roamed this earth twisting the minds of those who remain, yet, naive about the reality that had evolved before them. Aside her. Because of this some people believed her to be crazy.

And so in time she became it; embodied it.

Thus it became a part of her identity and for this the name itself no longer phased her. In the world she faced how could it? People she once loved were now long gone.

Until the inevitable had finally caught up to her.

The time to be Chosen,Chosen by the very race that-up until six years ago-had been nothing but mythological creatures. Creatures once thought upon by imagination as a simple dark fantasy hidden within the confines of a novel, a campy flick, or a television show targeted specifically at teenagers.

Once, she'd been a teenager. But that had since changed. The old folklore or fictitious tales spun by those fascinated by the unknown of the supernatural, had turned into a living reality. Since, the lives of those who had yet remained human hadn't been the same. Specifically, she hadn't been the same.

The name Crazy had been adopted because those that met her were quick to realize one thing.

She was a rebel and loathed what society acclaimed as the Master Race but what she knew as... Vampires.

Has your life ever been so miserable that you found you didn't care what happened? You didn't care whether you lived or died? Maybe even contemplated taking your own life just to escape this Hell? And then, miraculously, someone comes into your life and poof! Everything takes a turn for the better. You start viewing yourself as something more. Everything rewrites itself and things are perfect again—if they ever were. And for the first time in a long time you feel… loved. You feel valued and worth something when you hadn't before. And just when everything is beginning to seem like everything and anything is just how it's supposed to be, they're taken away from you? And just like that you're back to square one with nowhere to go and no one to turn to.

That is exactly what happened to me and I had no say whatsoever.

I was, and still am, without a choice.

I fell in love my senior year of high school. Not with a man, and no, not even with a woman. I fell in love with a language, with the idea of making a career. My own career, my own life. Independent. It was something I never truly had, and I thrived with it. I finished school, got out of the system, found my father (that's a whole different story), worked my butt off through college, and landed a teaching job forty minutes away from my dad. I got my own apartment, my own job, and my own life. I didn't have much time to think about anything, or anyone else.

Until now. Until today.

He always haunted me, especially at night, when I couldn't control my dreams. Those blue eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, begging me to come back, and me, promising that I would.

He might have saved me, but he also condemned me to a foster life that was even more difficult than the last.

Then there was my best friend she was what seemed to keep me grounded when I needed it the most. I hadn't told her yet about Colson, she challenged me one day out of curiosity. 

"So there were no guys? You've never even mentioned one from when you were in college."

I opened my mouth to say something, to lie, but how could I lie about the one and only man I ever loved, who tried to save me from my life? How could I forget him? How could I forgive him? Thank him?

"There was!" Apparently I had hesitated too long. "There was a guy!"

I could feel a blush coming to my cheeks. "Yes, but…"

"Oh, girl you better tell me everything."

I couldn't. I had sworn to him. Who would believe me anything? A real vampire? No, I couldn't tell her everything. "His name is Colson."

"Oh, he sounds cute!" She did a little dance in her seat.

"He was," I couldn't help the small smile that lifted my cheeks.

Tink's POV

I've been y/n bestie for some years now and I love her, she's a great best friend! 

But she's so serious almost all the time and it is the exact opposite of what I am like!

I'm seldom ever serious and I love to laugh and be merry.

She calls me Tink because I'm little and fairy like.

I hate when y/n gets too bogged down by details, so every so often we have to remedy that and have a girls weekend 

Hang out, have fun, drink, smoke copious amounts of weed, get our nails and eyebrows done 

You know GIRLY STUFF.

She has so many male friends that sometimes I actually think she forgets that she's not a guy.

She's been looking really sad lately so a girls day is definitely in order

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Flashback

"You must feel something for me," Colson cupped Y/N's face, voice wavering with emotion, "something, anything!"

He searched my eyes for an answer but seemed not to find one as they were clouded with tears. His face hovered an inch above mine, and I could see every little imperfection, marvel at every little dip and curve of his features.

I was drowning in want, an uncontrollable desire for him - his body, mind and soul...

I had answered his wanton plea in my mind, as if I knew that he would hear me.

"... Yes."

Immediately, he claimed my lips in a passionate kiss, ardently cradling the curve of my neck as his wandering hand came to rest on my waist. He tasted of mint and ice, of fire and sin, sating the intense craving that devoured my being to the core.

I knew that no matter how hard I tried, my deep desire for this stranger would prevent all men from entering my heart. My heart was bound to him and him alone. My fate had been sealed.

He pulled away, breathing heavily, blue orbs glazed over with lust, smiling at my eagerness. The ale I had foolishly downed earlier had started to take effect, this was wrong. No, no, no! This was not right-

"I assure you, my love... I have never felt my actions more right than up until this moment," he placed tender kisses along the line of my jaw, making his way down the side of my neck and along my collarbone, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin, causing me to suck in a sharp breath of arousal. "I want you," he muttered against my heated flesh, gently reaching behind my back, slowly unlacing the ribbons that held my gown together.

Insides churning with anticipation, I looked deep into his eyes, intoxicated by his beauty beneath the moonlight. With his voice in a low growl, hoarse with want, he whispered into my bare shoulder.

"Do you want me?"

I kissed him again on my own accord, passionately, greedily. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to stop, yet my mind and soul betrayed me. "Take me, please." He wiped away my small tear with his thumb, holding my face delicately in his hands. "Take me away from here. Make me forget we were ever strangers."

None but the moon and the stars bore witness as I allowed the man who had so cleanly stolen my heart, to kiss me. Taste me. Take me, and break me. Make me his beneath the calm evening sky.