Ambivalent Love Song (Raivh and Emmi-Mae)

Dark clouds blotched out the moon as a storm swirled overhead. Thunder cracked and lightning flashed, creating a racket as he unpacked the last of his belongings. Time and time again he’d packed and unpacked, and most of what he owned was very old, very antique. Pulling out a rectangular item wrapped in yellowed newspaper, he brushed his thumb over the corner and took a deep breath. With each slide of hand, the newspaper fell away and to the floor, revealing more of an old black and white image of a young woman, her eyes still seeming very much alive, though she had died many years ago, and many, many times. Clenching his jaw, he wrapped the picture back up and placed in the bottom of the box with about a dozen more. The last time he’d seen her, he’d wanted pictures, fearing that she would be killed, and she had been. Images of her broken body and blood still plagued his mind. They were visuals that should have enticed him as a vampire, a creature of the dark, a danger, a being abhorred. Instead, they made his stomach churn, and his temper heat.

Quietly he rose from the bed, carrying the box in strong arms and setting it in the bottom of a closet. He shut the door, aware that he wouldn’t open it until the next time he forced himself to move on. This was her neighborhood, her world, but she was his and no one else’s, as she always had been. The day he’d arrived, he’d seen her once, had caught her gaze; she still had those eyes. They were the most alluring pair of eyes he’d ever seen on a woman. Stepping into the bathroom, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it back into the bedroom, staring at his lack of a reflection in the mirror. Nothing about him had changed; nothing physical anyway. His body was still very much the same as it had been the day his sire had turned him into this monstrosity that could never step out into the light of day, not without risking severe injury or a fiery, painful death. The first time the sun’s ultraviolet rays had charred his skin, she’d been there, and he could still hear her voice, scolding him for doing something so foolish. He’d lost her back then, too.

Exhaling, he moved out of the bathroom, gliding with eerie elegance through the two-story home that had cost him nothing with as much money as he’d earned over the years and from various countries. With a glance to the sliding glass doors leading out to the backyard, he paused, watching the water shimmer in the dim lamplight. Looking away, he walked to the front door and stepped out, into the night and the rain that poured in torrents from above. His lips parted and he spoke her name, knowing she wouldn’t hear him, not yet. He could get into her mind, let her hear his voice, his thoughts, and if she would let him, hers as well, whenever she wished and no matter where she was. Stepping down from the shelter of the porch awning, he wandered down the driveway and to the sidewalk, turning right to take a walk. It would be enough for him this time, just to see her; he didn’t need to touch her, kiss her, tell her he loved her and hear her utter the same in quiet moments and moments of passion, lust.

The tall waves didn't seem that menacing at first glance when she'd been standing on the dark beach watching the moon rise. Avery had thought it was just one of those beautiful dreams she always use to have, sitting up in a tree with this handsome english gentlemen in the early 1800's Or singing on a stage in a little flapper dress and a bobbed hair cut, her almost unnatural green eyes staring at the exact same man from her 1800's dream only this time instead of wearing that attire he wore a business suit. However it seemed that in this dream there was no english gentlemen... no New York bar owner...No Southern plantation slave owner...Just her on a dark beach where the waves were fierce and tall. It was far to dangerous for a surfer to go surfing or to have people playing in the shallow end. Even the wind seemed to scream out danger. Closing her sky blue eyes to inhale the sent of the ocean she glanced down at what she was wearing. A sleek red gown that moved in the wind so elegantly it framed her slender frame perfectly. When she slowly looked back up at the waves she came face to face with a tall man... this wasn't her Dream man... no this man was tall and blond and wore a menacing smile. Slowly he circled around her and began to speak, his voice quiet against the crashing of the ways she could barely make out what he was saying. "I look forward to seeing you again... Avery....Do Tell your mate that I apoligize for the last one....She did look beautiful in her wedding gown.." He spoke but Avery found herself shaking from the cold air. No it wasn't the cold air anymore.. The moment the man dissappeared the ocean's waves had pulled her into their grasps. Her screams were muffled by the heavy water that swirled around her, She could see the storm above her but she could not hear the thunder or see the lightning. When the waves pulled her under she tried to fight back but something seemed to be pulling her deeper and deeper into the dark ocean. Her screams only causing her to take in water now. This was it... she was going to drown in the ocean and never get to graduate high school or get a boyfriend... or even have sex for the first time... The fear that rose deep inside her chest caused Avery to fight back... Never in her past lives had she faught back.... and now she was going to try and swim to the surface... however this eighteen year old girl didn't know how to swim...she couldn't swim... And even that fear scared her..

Avery's sky blue eyes shot open for a gasp of air as her eyes readjusted to the purple walls of her bedroom, a Bolt of lightning lighting up her room and she could see she was safe and the dream wasn't real. Taking in a shaky breath the girl unwrapped her blanket from around her neck and slowly sat up. Tears forming in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her legs and held them close to her chest. When a crash of thunder exploded from the sky the girl's body tensed up and her hands automatically went to her ears. How could a girl that couldn't swim and was so afraid of thunder storms that her entire body would lose control and just freeze up... who would ever target her? She was just a teenager trying to survive high school. When the thunder finally did go away for a bit Avery turned her eyes towards the windows and slid out of bed to get to her feet and close the blinds so she wouldn't be able to see the lightning coming. The girl then turned her eyes towards her clock for a moment to read the time, it was only one in the morning... on a friday which meant she only had one day left of school before spring break which was about a week. Letting out something along the lines of a groan the short tan skinned girl moved over towards her mirror and stood in front of it to take in her post-nightmare appearance.

Golden hair which normally fell down her shoulders in perfect curls were now a complete cluster fuck around her head knots, ties and rats nests in her hair caused her to squeek slightly as she began to fiddle with it to try and get her mass of curls to calm down. Her pajamas seemed to be twisted around her slender frame to expose her left breast which caused her to giggle slightly and readjust herself so she was fully covered. She then glanced down to her sun kissed skin, She use to tan with her mother before the accident had happened. She and her parents and little sister had been driving to go on vacation for summer break the year before however when a goat walked into the road her father had swerved while on a mountain road and their car plunged down into a ravine. Only Avery and her Little sister Cameron survived their parents had died on the way to the hospital. Still Avery could see the many scars on her body. The worst one was the long scar that ran up her right leg and ran up across her stomach to her right breast. It had been caused by a single shard of glass that had cut her unconscious body when the paramedics pulled her out. Well she was told it was the paramedics but she remembered seeing a pair of eyes that seemed so... upset... so pained that she'd been injured. Those same pair of eyes she'd made contact with today on her way home, She'd stopped by the grocery store just after sunset to get some candy for her five year old sister Cameron when she saw him... He looked just like the gentlemen from her dreams... His eyes so piercing yet sadate. Avery remembered feeling a shutter roll down her spine. There was no way it was a coincidence that she had been dreaming of this boy for the past few months... ever since her accident she'd had those dreams... But what could they mean?

So many more years spent without her than with her, he feared that proximity, being near to her, would only separate them in the end. It was his mistake, his fault that they couldn’t be together, not for the eternity he wished for, or the one she’d begged him for many times and he’d denied her. He slowed to a halt in front of a two-story home. Not even the rain could mask her scent from him. All it took for him to find her was the faintest whiff of her sweet fragrance. Scaling the wooden privacy fence, he landed just inches from a puddle of water and made his way around the corner of the house. He could sense her. She wasn’t sleeping anymore, and he knew the reason why. His sweet girl had never liked storms, often waking with a start, and the only way he had ever found to keep her soothed throughout the night was to hold her in a close embrace, kiss her hair and tell her that everything was okay.

The sound of a low growl somewhere in the yard caught his attention, and he froze, scanning the area. Lightning flashed, illuminating a pair of eyes that shimmered back at him. It was just a mutt, but obviously very protective of its home and the people within. All the same, lowering his head, a low, rumbling growl started in his stomach and slowly worked its way to his chest, his throat, and escaped past his parted lips, fangs bared. With a whine, the dog tucked its tail between its hind legs and retreated to the safety of its doghouse.

Good boy. His fangs gradually sheathed themselves once more within his gums, giving him an almost human appearance once more. Again, his stare returned to the side of the home, looking it over. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by the rolling sound of thunder and loud boom after that. When the yard went dark, his figure was gone. Not a single breath parted his lips or expanded his chest when he appeared in her bedroom, looming behind her like a shadow as she worked with the mess of golden curls on her head. The mirror showed no reflection to alert her to his presence. Remaining very quiet, expression sullen, as his gray eyes roved over her back. When his gaze fell to her small hands busily untangling her unruly golden hair, he couldn’t resist temptation. Large hands folded over hers, holding them as his arms circled around her waist. Before he could stop himself, his nose was buried in her thick curls and his lips pressed to the nape of her neck.

Just the faintest noise outside caught her attention, It must have been Sabertooth her families faithful Husky. The dog was almost as old as Avery was but old or not that dog had a lot of kick in him still. "Saber... Its in the middle of the night what could possibly come into the yard.." Her soft gentle voice breathed out as she glanced towards the window when a crash of thunder and a bolt of lightning Illuminated the sky and rumbled in her ear drums. The girl was about to collapse and had her ears covered when she felt strong arms gently wrap around her waist. When a warm pair of lips pressed to the side of her neck a faint whimper left her own lips. She was completely paralyzed with fear but when she glanced towards her mirror and saw that no one was in it but her she frowned a moment and tried to listen to what was around her.

That was the very moment Avery thought she was just having another dream, Perhaps she'd never really got out of bed after she woke up she could have fallen back to sleep right over in her bed again. Yes that must be it because everyone had a reflection... "I...i'm dreaming again..." Her voice breathed out faintly as she felt the warm hands of the being touch her own but she was still paralized with fear... She couldn't move and her breathing was beginning to catch up with her, causing her chest to rise and fall fast as her hands fell from her head and she slowly forced herself to move in the stranger's arms. When their chests were against each other and she saw the man's face her eyes went wide and she pushed him back forcefully. "Who are you.... Why do you keep showing up in my dreams.... " She demanded, Unlike her past lives where she, as a women knew her place the 21st century teenaged girl showed confidence and a strange strength she didn't have before.

If she really were dreaming the boy wouldn't speak to her at all... She'd never heard his voice even when she asked questions he'd just stand there with a pained expression on his face. She'd never learned his name or where he came from... or why his reflection never appeared.... who was this stranger who she felt like she'd known her entire life but didn't even know his name. Her big sky blue eyes watched him as seconds turned into minutes of silence and she stood a few feet away from him. When a crash of thunder broke her focus the girl's hands slapped over her ears and she collapsed onto her knees. Her entire body freezing as the loud and long thunder continued to rumble over head.


((Sorry for the long wait I got caught up in rl))