A Rose In The Rain: Chapter Three
Title: A Rose In The Rain
Rating: R - Restricted
Summary: "If you have wandered upon this, I have passed on... Perhaps. Or perhaps you are one of the few special mortals who I have selected to read my autobiography. My memoirs, if you will. As you might have already assumed, I am not human..."
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"I don't understand you, Murder." My mum said, holding her skirt delicately as she descended the stairs to return to the party after forcing Illusion and I to follow her for a powder break.
"What do you not understand, Mother?" I asked, keeping a gloved hand on the railing of the stairs, the other holding my skirt up as well.
"All these men--single men--here for this party. Not one of them asked you to dance." She stated, 'tsk'ing at me.
"Aunt Aurora. In Murder's defense-"
"No, Illusion. You should not have to defend my daughter. She chooses to live alone. She wants the Hunters to find her." She said angrily, her words dripping with poison as she cast a glare at me.
"Mother, I do not wish for a Hunter to find me. I just cannot find a man I wish to show interest in." I explained calmly, ignoring the anger bubbling down deep.
We reached the landing, the party goers having dwindled somewhat.
"I beg your pardon, Madame Durden." Jyrki said to my mother, bowing politely, a true gentleman. "I would like to have this dance with your beautiful daughter." He said, smiling at me.
She gaped at him slightly, obviously taken aback that someone would ask her only child, only daughter, to dance. "Oh, of course you can. Murder, do not be impolite to this lovely gentleman." She said, spreading on as much false joy as she could.
I smiled and put my hand in his delicately, "Thank you, M'sieur. I cannot tell you how greatful I am that you've saved me from my mother's insistant nagging." I stated, positioning myself to start the slow waltz playing melodiously in the background.
"It was my pleasure. I see where your beauty comes from, however." He said, his smile widening at the tint forming on my cheeks. "You are not often spoken of as beautiful, are you?" He asked seriously.
"Not particularly. I am not what you would call, a desired woman. My Coven stretches from Italy to England, and yet, I am not able to find a match. A burden for my family." I told him, staring up at his defined features through the slits of his mask.
"I cannot see how you could be a burden to anyone. Your soul is pure, and just as beautiful as your body." He complimented.
I blushed again, no man, forced or otherwise, had complimented me so honestly. "Your flattery will not win a place in my bed, M'sieur." I stated.
"You mistake my intent, Madame. I do not wish for your bed, just your company. Perhaps your heart some day." He said, bowing over my hand once the song had ended. "Forgive me if I seemed to have only wanted your flesh."
I watched his movements, feeling foolish. How could I have possibly mistaken this man for a common philanderer. As he walked away I called after him, "M'sieur Linnankivi!" I walked over to him and curtsied. "Forgive me. I meant no ill will."
He brought his index finger under my chin and applied enough pressure to make me look up at him. "All is forgiven, My Lotus Blossom." He said, removing my mask easily, and then his own. "My intentions should have been made clearer, therefore, the fault is mine." He admitted, his voice low.
"It is most ungentlemanly to remove a ladies mask without her permission." I said, silenced by his soft lips against my own.
"Meet me. Tonight in the blackness of the darkest hour. On the balcony of your bedroom. I will take you away from this place... To a place where you truely belong." He said, his hand tracing a pattern on my left wrist with his finger.
I nodded, looking into his dark brown eyes.
And as quickly as he had kissed me, he was gone. His friends along side him.
"Murder, darling. You kiss a man you barely know, in the presence of so many eligible men, is your true gain that of a mortal whore?" My mother asked as I traced my lips with my finger.
"Be quiet, mother. I go weary of your reprimanding. You do nothing but force me into situations I do not wish to be a part of. It will not happen again if you wish to keep your power." I said angrily, turning and walking back out of the ballroom, stopping as my name was called.
"Murder! You dare go against Aunt Aurora? She will take your power from you!" Illusion said, highly amused by my lack of interest in having my mother control me further.
"I will not live in a shroud, held to the earth by my family, suffocating me. I will be free from this hell, this prison. Forgive me, Illusion, but I will not be here come sunrise." I said, shaking a little from my rage.
Her eyes widened as she looked upon my serious face, "You... Will take your life? On the eve of my wedding? Murder, are you that selfish?" She asked, hurt.
"No, Illusion, no. I would never stoop to such a cowardly exit. M'sieur Jyrki. The man I danced with. He... He is taking me away from this place." I said softly.
"You put your faith in a man you barely know? That isn't like you, Murder."
"I trust his judgment, and my own, more so than my mother's. Forgive me, Illusion. You are my best friend, my blood mate, but I cannot stay and watch my life deteriorate by the force of my mother's supposed power over me." I said, looking at my right wrist where our blood mate marks were.
"I understand, Murder. But you must promise to come visit me. It will be dreadful without you around." She said, smiling.
"I shall. I shall. I couldn't bare of being apart from you for very long." I said, walking forward and hugging her.
"Go. Be free from this horrid family." She said, pushing me gently towards the stairs.
"Thank you for understanding, Illusion. I love thee."
She smiled, "And thee as well, Murder."
Rating: R - Restricted
Summary: "If you have wandered upon this, I have passed on... Perhaps. Or perhaps you are one of the few special mortals who I have selected to read my autobiography. My memoirs, if you will. As you might have already assumed, I am not human..."
[ 1| 2]
"I don't understand you, Murder." My mum said, holding her skirt delicately as she descended the stairs to return to the party after forcing Illusion and I to follow her for a powder break.
"What do you not understand, Mother?" I asked, keeping a gloved hand on the railing of the stairs, the other holding my skirt up as well.
"All these men--single men--here for this party. Not one of them asked you to dance." She stated, 'tsk'ing at me.
"Aunt Aurora. In Murder's defense-"
"No, Illusion. You should not have to defend my daughter. She chooses to live alone. She wants the Hunters to find her." She said angrily, her words dripping with poison as she cast a glare at me.
"Mother, I do not wish for a Hunter to find me. I just cannot find a man I wish to show interest in." I explained calmly, ignoring the anger bubbling down deep.
We reached the landing, the party goers having dwindled somewhat.
"I beg your pardon, Madame Durden." Jyrki said to my mother, bowing politely, a true gentleman. "I would like to have this dance with your beautiful daughter." He said, smiling at me.
She gaped at him slightly, obviously taken aback that someone would ask her only child, only daughter, to dance. "Oh, of course you can. Murder, do not be impolite to this lovely gentleman." She said, spreading on as much false joy as she could.
I smiled and put my hand in his delicately, "Thank you, M'sieur. I cannot tell you how greatful I am that you've saved me from my mother's insistant nagging." I stated, positioning myself to start the slow waltz playing melodiously in the background.
"It was my pleasure. I see where your beauty comes from, however." He said, his smile widening at the tint forming on my cheeks. "You are not often spoken of as beautiful, are you?" He asked seriously.
"Not particularly. I am not what you would call, a desired woman. My Coven stretches from Italy to England, and yet, I am not able to find a match. A burden for my family." I told him, staring up at his defined features through the slits of his mask.
"I cannot see how you could be a burden to anyone. Your soul is pure, and just as beautiful as your body." He complimented.
I blushed again, no man, forced or otherwise, had complimented me so honestly. "Your flattery will not win a place in my bed, M'sieur." I stated.
"You mistake my intent, Madame. I do not wish for your bed, just your company. Perhaps your heart some day." He said, bowing over my hand once the song had ended. "Forgive me if I seemed to have only wanted your flesh."
I watched his movements, feeling foolish. How could I have possibly mistaken this man for a common philanderer. As he walked away I called after him, "M'sieur Linnankivi!" I walked over to him and curtsied. "Forgive me. I meant no ill will."
He brought his index finger under my chin and applied enough pressure to make me look up at him. "All is forgiven, My Lotus Blossom." He said, removing my mask easily, and then his own. "My intentions should have been made clearer, therefore, the fault is mine." He admitted, his voice low.
"It is most ungentlemanly to remove a ladies mask without her permission." I said, silenced by his soft lips against my own.
"Meet me. Tonight in the blackness of the darkest hour. On the balcony of your bedroom. I will take you away from this place... To a place where you truely belong." He said, his hand tracing a pattern on my left wrist with his finger.
I nodded, looking into his dark brown eyes.
And as quickly as he had kissed me, he was gone. His friends along side him.
"Murder, darling. You kiss a man you barely know, in the presence of so many eligible men, is your true gain that of a mortal whore?" My mother asked as I traced my lips with my finger.
"Be quiet, mother. I go weary of your reprimanding. You do nothing but force me into situations I do not wish to be a part of. It will not happen again if you wish to keep your power." I said angrily, turning and walking back out of the ballroom, stopping as my name was called.
"Murder! You dare go against Aunt Aurora? She will take your power from you!" Illusion said, highly amused by my lack of interest in having my mother control me further.
"I will not live in a shroud, held to the earth by my family, suffocating me. I will be free from this hell, this prison. Forgive me, Illusion, but I will not be here come sunrise." I said, shaking a little from my rage.
Her eyes widened as she looked upon my serious face, "You... Will take your life? On the eve of my wedding? Murder, are you that selfish?" She asked, hurt.
"No, Illusion, no. I would never stoop to such a cowardly exit. M'sieur Jyrki. The man I danced with. He... He is taking me away from this place." I said softly.
"You put your faith in a man you barely know? That isn't like you, Murder."
"I trust his judgment, and my own, more so than my mother's. Forgive me, Illusion. You are my best friend, my blood mate, but I cannot stay and watch my life deteriorate by the force of my mother's supposed power over me." I said, looking at my right wrist where our blood mate marks were.
"I understand, Murder. But you must promise to come visit me. It will be dreadful without you around." She said, smiling.
"I shall. I shall. I couldn't bare of being apart from you for very long." I said, walking forward and hugging her.
"Go. Be free from this horrid family." She said, pushing me gently towards the stairs.
"Thank you for understanding, Illusion. I love thee."
She smiled, "And thee as well, Murder."