Plot: When the young, shy and clumsy Bella moves to a small town in Italy, she stumbles upon the handsome and mysterious cousins Marco and Damion. But nothing is as it seems, even her own identity is a secret.
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Love....Desire....Passion....Lust! To feel wanted and to feel loved, to feel appreciated and protected. To feel like I belonged somewhere, where I was not judged, not looked down on, but respected. Those were the thoughts that ran through my mind, as I stared into Damion's saddened blue eyes. The hue in his blue eyes, seemed to be dilated, from the sadness and concern, it send cold shivers down my spine.
"Please go.....run." he said, his voice was breaking. It tugged at my heart strings. I tried to move, follow his urgent orders, but my feet were stuck to the floor, like I was paralyzed, I could not force my self to move away from him. Nor did I want to.
"No...I can't leave you....Damion please...I beg of you." I cried out,as I gripped onto his arm softly. His strong, toned and tanned arm, my grip was soft against his cool and flawless skin. My nails dag into his skin gently in an elegant way, my hand trembled from fear, from being parted and from not seeing him again. I could not bring that pain on my self or him. It was impossible.
"You have to." he said as his hands cupped my cheeks in his hands softly, I let my self melt into his touch and I closed my eyes, suppressing the tears that wanted to escape from my eyes, but they escaped and spilled over my cheeks and ran down his hands as well "I love you, never forget that." he said as he brushed his plump lips against my own softly, in a tender yet passionate kiss. The minty aftertaste of his lips, lingered on mine as I gripped onto his white t-shirt, trying to pull my self closer to him, in desperation.
"I will come for you....one day! We will be together again." he said, as he pressed his lips to my forehead, as I closed my eyes, feeling frail and fragile. Just as my alarm went off and I woke up from the strange dream, I ran my fingertip over my lip and I sighed softly.
Who was that handsome, stranger? I knew, I never met him before in my life, so why would I dream of someone I do not know? It didn't seem to make any sense to me, unless it wasn't just a dream. But a memory.
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Chapter 5 (Part 1)
I closed my eyes, as I kept leaning against Marco for a few minutes and I opened my eyes again, looking into his eyes “I am sorry.” I spoke, in a soft sad voice. I had no idea what I was sorry for. Was I sorry for what fate was brought upon him, with the curse? Or breaking his heart, by being in love with his cousin? Or maybe both?
He just shook his head softly “Bella, don’t blame your self. Non of this was your fault. I blame my self, for being cursed into this.” he looked at me, and I looked at him confused. “This is my punishment, for not protecting you when I should have. This is for failing you.” He said, I had a feeling, he was talking one of my past lives, or maybe the 4 where I was married to him? “Something always tore, you and Damion away from us. It was partly my fault. I was not good enough.” he said as he looked down at the wooden floor.
I looked at him and I touched his cheek softly “I am sure, you were good enough. What happened...happened. Please don’t blame your self. I will find a way to save you both, if I can.” I said, my voice uneven, it was breaking.
Marco sighed and he leaned his chin against the top of my head softly as he closed his eyes and he was silent, for a few moments. “You should get some rest.” He said softly.
I nodded a bit “I will go up, in a bit.” I said, as I softly pulled away from our embrace and I took the sketches and I then saw a box on the floor, I tried to open it put it was locked. I picked it up as it was not that heavy after I set the sketches on top.
Marco looked at me but he didn’t say anything, he then wrapped his arms around me and he made us appear back in my room. He closed the latch from the floor and put the carpet back over. I gave him a soft nod, as a thank you and I tucked the box under my bed.
He placed his hands against my cheeks softly while kissing my forehead softly “Good night, Bella. I won’t be far.” He spoke softly, before he disappeared, leaving behind a tulip on my bed and his earthy scent behind.
I sighed softly and picked up the tulip and inhaled it’s sweet scent and closed my eyes “Good night, Marco.” I said to my self, but somehow knew, he heard. I then went to my own bathroom and cleaned my self up, before I slipped into bed and laid back against the soft, cashmere pillows and fell asleep.
‘Father of dawn, with gleaming white eye, you drive your rosy chariot. Through the heavens in your winged steed steps, Radiant with golden hair, weaving your eternal beam in the limitless heavens, twisting the filaments of light around The whole world.
Your streams of immortal flame give birth to the charming daylight. The peaceful choir of stars, dances for you on Olympus, singing a joyous song to Phoebus’ Lyra, and the pale moon in her place before, draws time and season forward with her white calves.
Your compassionate spirit is joyful as it turns the Lavish clad firmament.’ I was singing, while walking around Euphoria, the magical land of my people, my home. I was worshipping the morning sun, with this hymn. My voice was heavenly and beautiful, as if it belonged to an angel from the skies above. It was the way of my people, the way my culture, classified us, if we were royal or heretics. Those who denied the magic of the sun, the stars, the moon and the sky, all under Zeus’s control, where traitors, and their fate was meet, when they burned at the stake. But those like me, who were royal and accepted the power and the presence of the Gods, would be saved from an eternity in Hell, with Hades. They could see beyond the beauty of the powers, possessed by the Gods, they would know the true beauty of everlasting love.
“Isobel...Isobel where are you?” I heard a voice calling me. It belonged to Paris. A man, I would be betrothed to, in a few days. Against my wishes, but it was what my parents wanted, I would not try to defy them, or I would suffer. It is a sin to defy, your parents wishes. It happened to my little sister, she tried to defy our mother and father, when she was 14 and it ended up her with her death...tragic and I knew, there would no redemption for a lost soul.
“I am here.” I called out, with my melodic voice “Standing by the Bridge of the heavens.”I said, each bridge in Euphoria had a special name. The bridge was only made of the finest stone, in Euphoria; it stood above, the sea of eternal love. If you drank from the sea, you would find true love and it would grant you happiness, till you die. It was said to be blessed by the Goddess Aphrodite her self. I saw some of my people, walking past as they smiled nodding at me softly; I curtsied to them in honour and respect to them. My brown hair falling into my eyes slightly, as the light, warm breeze of the summer brushed against my slightly tanned skin.
“There you are.” I heard, Paris’s voice behind me as his strong arms wrapped around my fragile, tender waist, His lips brushed against mine hair softly “Must you always, hide?” he said and he smiled, causing his green eyes to shine, stronger than any emeralds I ever seen.
I giggled softly and smiled “I was, just worshipping the morning sun.” I said, looking down into his eyes. I heard him, let out a stiff groan slightly. I looked at him “Do not, dismiss the power of the sun, Paris.” I said softly, looking into his eyes. “For, bad fate meets those, who do.” I said, my eyes piercing through his stiff look, he was giving me.
He sighed and he touched my cheek “It’s just folklore, Isobel.” He said, his fingertips tracing the outline of the curves of my face. I sighed softly.
“It’s our religion, Paris.” I said and I turned away from him slightly, offending, this was all just myths to him. “Do you wish to burn at the stake?” I said, my voice shaky and cold. At the thought of him burning. I was not in love with him, but he did have my affections. It was not true love, true love should not be forced upon anyone, but I had no choice, but to pretend I loved him.
“No, of course not.” He said as he placed a kiss to my hair “I am sorry to cause you offence my love.” He said and he placed a kiss to my brown hair, his lips travelling down softly, to the only skin showing, which was near the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes and opened them again after a few moments. “Soon, you’ll be my wife, dear. Do not let bad thoughts; invade your mind, for happiness shall be your salvation.” He murmured in my ear and he then sighed softly.
I knew, he had to go away soon. War was calling. War between our land and another one. “I cannot, be at the ball tonight. I hope your father can forgive me, he seemed mad, when I let those utter my lips.” He said and he sighed placing a kiss to my forehead softly. “Your mother, seemed more compassionate and forgiving, like you.” He said, his eyes searching mine, for consent.
But I didn’t let my eyes give him, consent for a goodbye kiss. They failed me. They failed his expectations “Be safe Paris, may power and safety, never leave your side. Look to the stars and the moon, for help.” I said and placed a soft kiss to his forehead.
He nodded as he flashed me one of his charming smiles before he hopped back on his white stallion, which was on the edge of the bridge “Look, for my owl.” He said, as he blew me a kiss before he rode into the Euphorian woods of mystery.
I watched him, ride off into the soft wind and I sighed softly. I walked down to the edge of the water and slipped off my crystal shoes and held up my dress and 3 sets of underskirts, that kept me cool, even though the material was rather warm and set my feet in the cool water and I closed my eyes, the warm waters washed over my feet, it was like they were kissing my feet, blessing them with eternal youth and gracefulness.
I closed my eyes, feeling the warm sun shining down my, it was blissful. After a few hours, I heard my father calling me “Isobel...Isobel.”
I sighed softly “I am coming Pappa.” I called back as I slipped from the water and picked up my shoes and ran back over the bridge and over to our castle, which was up the hill, the grass prickled my skin softly. He just looked at me, when I stopped by the spiral stair case of my garden, he just shook his head at me softly “Sorry papa, the water was...”
He sighed “I know, dear. That’s not why I am upset. I am disappointed in Paris.” He said as he joined my down here.
I sighed, looking upset and worried for his benefit “He is sorry father, but war calls him.” I said “I said my goodbyes with him, few moments ago.” I said and looked down.
My father, wrapped his arms around me placing a kiss to my hair “He will return to you, do not fret.” He said softly and he kissed my cheek “But for now, wash your self my dear, and let the maids’ help you prepare for the ball. We shall have a joyous time, even without Paris by our side and company.
I gave him a small nod “As you wish, Pappa.” I said placing a kiss to his cheek softly, before I walked up the stairs and inside of the castle. I saw my maids and they ran over to me and they took my shoes while I went to the washing room.
I slipped off my dress with the help of my maids and they set it on my bed, in my chamber. While I slipped into the warm water bath and let the warm water, soak away my worries and stress. It calmed me down; it almost made me fall asleep. But I resisted the temptation of a nap, for I would drown in my own home.
After I was cleaned up, I slipped from the bath and my maids wrapped a towel around me and I dried off, and then I walked to my own room, with them where they helped me dress in a white silk dress, that shone silver in the moon light. It was soft and the bodice below it, was bit tight, but that’s how it was. It allowed us to show of our slim posture and kept us upright. When my dress was on, I let my maids brush my hair, which fell just shy of my waist. My hair felt silky smooth and it smelled like the waters of Euphoria...sweet and alluring. I closed my eyes, soothed by the brushing motions of my brush in my hair.
My maids were efficient yet careful, not to cause my pain, while they were doing my hair. They plaited it into a complex plait, which went to the side. I looked at my self in my mirror and I smiled softly “Thank you Lucianna and Rosabell, you are free to leave now.”
They both bowed to me nodding “You’re welcome, Miss.” They said before they left my room and closed the door behind themselves.
I stood up from my chair and I ran my hands over my dress and I smiled softly “Well, I guess, it’s now or never.” I told my self, as I opened up my door and walked outside into the long hall way and down to our ball room. I looked around, noticing the lovely decorations. It was lovely.
My mother smiled as she gasped with pure happiness “You look, so beautiful Isobel.” She said placing a gentle kiss to my forehead “I just wish, Paris was here.” She said and she gave me a sad smile, thinking I missed Paris. I just gave her a soft nod, as an answer and I looked around.
The guests were starting to arrive; they all looked beautiful of course. There were many handsome and captivating princes amongst them too. Each one was strong and strapping, a true warrior of Euphoria. They had to defend our land, our people, our traditions’ and religion. And of course, to protect our families and friends.
I let my eyes scan, around the room. Taking in all the guests and I curtsied to them, with a bright warm smile, that caused my eyes to shine, brighter than the stars in the sky, as I greeted them. They greeted me back, with a simple hello, or a bow.
Once the guests filled up the whole ball room, the music started to play, signalling everyone to get on the ball room dance floor. I looked around and I bit my lip, all our guests seemed to be enjoying themselves. “May I have this dance?” I heard, a soft and elegant voice say behind me. I turned around, to see a very tall Prince, at least 6ft tall towering over me, he had a soft smile on his face, while he had a mask over his face, I could not truly make out his features. I looked at his tanned hand, that was extended.
I smiled at him softly, a warm and shy smile. I was bit shy, around new people. But being shy was deemed part of our beauty, in our land. “You may.” I said softly, the words slipped from my words like silk. I curtsied to him, while he bowed to me, with respect as I placed my hand into his. As we touched. Spark shot through my body, sending warm tingling sensation down my entire body. I blinked, in shock as my breath was rigged with anticipation, at this one single touch.
A soft smile, played at his lips as he set his other hand softly to the side of my waist and we swayed to the music playing, like one. In that moment, I forgot that Paris was even alive...that he was the one I was promised to. It was like he didn’t even exist, not with this handsome, and mysterious Prince, right before my eyes. The entire seemed to seize to exist, like it was just only us two, in an empty room, swaying to the sound of the soft breeze. But in reality, we were in a room full of people and I felt my father’s eyes digging into my back, like a dagger piercing my skin. It felt uncomfortable.
I closed my eyes as I danced with this stranger, longing to know his name. To see the features that hid behind his mask. I reached my hand out to touch the outline of his mark to pull it away, but his head snapped away from me as he sighed “Not, here.” He murmured gently into my right ear, sending tingles down my spine. His voice was so gentle, yet like he was scared of being found out, his scent was so seductive almost. His earthy scent, all around me.
It was I could do, not to faint right in his arms. I gently slid my hand down into his and I took him outside and walked down the stairs into the garden, at the end of the stairs two statues of the Gods Aphrodite and Zeus.
He stopped, his face inches away from mine and He reached up to take off his mask, slow, hesitant move, that was luring me in. I felt my self swallow, as my eyes were gazing at his face, as he slipped off his ball mask.
I blinked when I saw his strong, prominent features. His brown eyes were the most beautiful brown I ever seen. They were like chocolate, smooth and soulful. They matched his brown locks, that were slightly long and slightly curly. It matched his strong and tall, tanned and toned figure. His muscles flexing and relaxing under his clothes as he took in a deep breath. I blinked, staring at his beauty in awe.
I heard a soft chuckle escape his perfectly shaped lips as he pulled my chin up softly, so I was gazing into his eyes again. “What is your name, for I am sure, it is as beautiful as you are.” He said, his breath kissing my skin.
I closed my eyes, before opening them again, still gazing at him. “Isobel Deuon’ I breathed my last name out softly, like it was a feather floating on a river.
Chapter 5 (Part 2)
The charming young man smiled at me, as he kissed my hand softly. His lips were soft as they brushed against my hand, like silk against my body. The moon shone down on us, causing my dress to and hair to twinkle with a silvery tinge. “It’s my pleasure and joy to meet you Isobel Deuon, My name is Marco Mastrostefano.” As he spoke, I finally noticed his Italian accent, that caused my heart to leap inside of my chest. I was sure it missed a beat. He reached out softly, his fingertips gently brushing against the curves of my face, I let my eyes close and lean against his soft and tender touch, that send tingles down my skin.
“Do you believe in fate and love at first sight?” Marco gently now murmured in my ear again. His breath caused me to shiver slightly, from surprise. I let my eyes drift, up to his handsome face once again as I looked into his eyes.
“Yes.” I breathed out softly, but then let out a sigh. I knew, I had to tell him, something I was dreading deep inside of me. “But, I am promised to the count De Blanc’s son, Paris.” I said and looked down, away from his brown eyes. I could not bare to see them filled with anger and pain, of this news.
Marco sighed and he lifted my chin up, so I was gazing into his eyes once again “Do you love him?” he said, his eyes scanning mine.
I shake my head “No, I do not. I cannot love one, when love is forced upon me, for it is not true love. My affections for him are only pretence, to please my father..my people. For if I defy him, I will meet the same fate, my little sister did. I would bring shame upon my household and suffer a death and the only thing, left for me to do, would be to pray, the gods would spare my soul from an eternity of suffering in hell.” I said and I sighed softly.
I felt Marco’s hands, cup my cheeks softly as his lips brushed against my forehead softly “I will not let that stop me Isobel, not even the war that has plagued many villages across Euphoria, will be enough to create a barricade between us. I will always find my way back to you, I promise you that.” He said, his lips were soft and tender against my skin, it made my skin tingle in pleasure. But him talking about the war, made me worry. He saw the worry in my eyes and a soft chuckle escaped his lips “Do not fear, my dear. No harm shall come to me.” He said and he cradled me close to his chest and he sighed softly “I wish to see you tomorrow, before I leave. Meet me in the woods, by the lake of destiny.” He said.
I looked up at him “I would try and sneak out, but I am not sure, when my father and mother will leave town, they are due to go tomorrow, but which time, I do not know.”
Marco’s eyes looked down into mine, searching for something “Try....try.” he repeated softly as his lips grazed against mine softly, but when I blinked, he was gone. I bit my lip slightly and my own fingertips brush against my own lips, that were still tingling from the brief encounter with his own.
I stared into the empty air for a few moments, and I pressed the palms of my hands to my face gentle. I had no idea, what the odd waves of feelings were washing over me meant, but I knew that, I was falling in love with Marco and no one made me feel like this, not even Paris could compare to the sweet gestures, the sweet tone. Nothing, could compare to Marco.
I knew, that to risk everything for Marco and love, would be like walking into my own death sentence, but it was worth the risk. That night, I could barely sleep, in anticipation of meeting Marco again, I was restless and I stared at the ceilings of my chamber. I needed to hear his voice, see him again. Feel his soft touch against my skin. Just thinking of him, causing my skin to tingle.
The next morning, I found that my parents already left town, so I after I managed to eat something for breakfast. I left the castle and I made my way down to the woods and to the lake of destiny. I had on a white summer dress and I had to hold the skirts up as I made way across the woods, to not get in dirty. Great time for my maids to pick a white dress out for me. When I got to lake of Destiny, I saw a black stallion tied to the tree, and I looked around.
I felt warm arms slide around me causing me gasp as I jumped a bit. “Sorry, did my presence scare you?” I heard Marco murmur into my ear as his lips brushing against my hair softly.
I smiled softly “Just, a bit.” I said leaning against his warm skin and I blushed as he turned me around, his eyes seeking mine. I gazed up into his eyes and before I could even blink, his warm lips touched mine, in a soft and tender kiss, that left me breathless and full of electrified tingles. My lips moved against his gracefully, as his hands explored my face softly, it felt like my blood rushed out from my body, as when he pulled back, kissing my forehead gentle, I was sure, I lost all my balance and felt weak in the knees.
Marco had his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping my steady as I looked into his eyes and he smiled softly “When, the war is over. I will take you some place safe, where you won’t need to worry about your parents and the arranged marriage.” He said, looking into my eyes “I know, I cannot live without you, you are my other half, us meeting was fate.” He said as he kissed my forehead softly again, and he kept his lips pressed against my forehead softly, for a few moments.
I smiled softly closing my eyes and I then softly slipped off the locket, I wore around my neck. I took his hand softly and placed the locket into his hand “So, you will always have a piece of me with you.”
He smiled as he placed a gentle kiss to my lips again before he got onto his horse “We shall be together soon.” He said as he rode off into the woods and I just watched after him, fighting back the tears in my eyes as he departed away from me.
I woke up in the morning rubbing my eyes as I stretched on my bed. So this was how me and Marco first met? The dream left me rather speechless let alone like the kiss in the past left me breathless. I felt my heart skip a beat, even though he was not in the room. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water to wake my self up. When I dried my self off with the towel I felt someone else lower it and looked up to see Marco’s eyes gazing at my face.
I smiled softly seeing him there “Do you like sneaking up on me?” I said softly.
He let out a soft, chuckle that somewhat came out as old heckled cackle. “As a matter of fact. I do.” he said and he smiled softly. “Did you sleep well?” he said, his eyes searching mine for any answers, if I started to figure more things out.
I nodded softly “I did, I dreamed of when we first met...in Euphoria.” I said and bit my lip slightly. I wondered if I was born there only once, or more times.
He looked at me and he smiled softly “Ah, 1011, the young, innocent, sweet and beautiful Maiden Isobel, only 16 years old and blessed enough to be born in the land blessed by the gods themselves.” He said as he ran a hand through my hair.
I felt my cheeks blush and my cheeks burned redder when my aunt Nina walked in “Oh...morning Kids.” She said, she had a beaming smile on her face as she gave me a look and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Marco dropped his hand as he smiled at my aunt softly “Morning Miss Swan...I was just..” he became nervous...at least she saw his younger self, or we’d have way too much to explain
“Just?” Nina prompted
I bit my lip “Checking up on me to see if I was okay.” I said, trying to help him out.
My aunt looked at me, like she was confused, why would I need checking up on and she just gave me a nod “Well alright then, see you at breakfast kids.” She said before she walked from my room and closed the door behind her.
Marco let out a sigh “That was close.”
I nodded and ran a hand through my hair “Yeah, it’s best if we try and keep her out of this. At least, until I can figure out, how to explain this all to her.” I said looking at him.
Marco nodded as he smiled softly “Of course, I’ll see you downstairs.” He said kissing my cheek before he left me to change and start a new day...afresh. But for some reason, I knew, I could not focus on my studies today.
What a romantic first first meeting! Just a pity the odds were stacked against them from the beginning.
So Euphoria is the place where future events were set in motion, both good and bad. It will be interesting to see where things went wrong and who placed the curse on them. Could it be her betrothed or her parents, or someone or something else entirely? And where does Damion come into the picture?
Can't wait to read more to see how things will unfold! There is definitely something special about Bella/ Isobel, and once she remembers everything she could well be able to find a solution. As long as the two cousins can keep her safe in the meantime!
Yes, it was a romantic meeting :) like most of their meetings, as you will see. That is true, their future never looked so good, from the start.
You will have to wait and see who cursed them and how Damion arrived in the past and how things developed :)
Yes, there is something special about Bella, which is maybe why she does not ran from Marco, in this life since he is not human. You will have to wait and see how she unfolds her past memories and if she can find a solution in the mean time :)
This story has so much going on, it is great fun to read.
I enjoyed your dream sequence - the detail really made it come alive and yet you kept the plot line moving on, a good balance.
Looking forward to the next chapter.
Thank you so much Chris,
The dream sequence was such a good part to write, and it took a lot of time :) I am glad you like the detail of it, as detail is essential in it. More past memories will show up as the story goes on.
Yes, I like to keep the flow of the story line as well, not just show memories/past lives sequences.
Thank you so much for reading this
I love it!!! So much. I love Marco and Bella!
Gosh, you're a fast reader :) I am glad you like it.
I know what you mean :) I like Marco and Bella too. They are so adorable together.
After I managed to get myself changed into some clean jeans and t-shirt and cleaned myself up for a new morning. I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen. When I walked in, the floor was bit wet, but I did not notice as I kept walking.
“Bella...watch out for the..” I heard Marco say when I lost balance and I started to fall, but my fall was broken as he caught me in his arms “Wet floor.” He finished the sentence as he caught me.
I blinked as I held onto him, looking into his eyes and I felt my cheeks turn rouge, as sparks flew between us, like the one’s in my dream. But this time, I felt it for real..it surged through my veins, almost enough to make my blood boil. The sensation left me breathless as I stared into his eyes, as he had a small smile on his lips.
I heard my aunt Nina cough “Ahem...if you two are going to start kissing in the middle of the kitchen, please let us know, before we eat.” She said, I bit my lip and forced myself to look away from Marco. My eyes landing on Damion, who was sitting at the kitchen table, a hood over his head, covering the side of his face, hiding the scar that was forming.
His blue eyes looked cold and uninviting. It send cold shivers down my whole body. “There you are Marco, where have you been?” Damion’s father spoke, as he looked at him, when he sat beside me.
“I’ve been around.” Marco said, his eyes fixated on his uncles. I felt him squeeze my hand under the table and I bit my lip slightly. It was clear Aloysius did not see Marco in his true form, I was seeing. But maybe he knew, what was going on.
As Aloysius gave him a questioning look, I saw the man who was pretending to be Marco standing behind my aunt Nina “Paris.” I mumbled to myself, but it was still loud enough for my aunt enough to hear.
My aunt turned around to look...but Paris was gone. “Paris?” she said looking at me.
Marco came to my rescue on that one “I mentioned to Bella, I studied in Paris this morning. Beautiful place.” He said. I just nodded, going with the flow, otherwise my aunt would ask more questions about Paris. I saw Damion’s eyes fixated on me and he didn’t look too happy, about this. I sighed and pulled my gaze away from his.
“Why were you in Bella’s room?” Damion spoke, before my aunt could even open up her mouth and reply to what Marco was talking about. “Does she?...” he spoke in code now, but I figured out, he meant if I remembered something about my past lives.
Marco looked at me, seeing my discomfort and the fear in my eyes, at Damion causing a scene, that might escalate. Without thinking, Marco placed his hand on mine, right on the kitchen table and gave it a soft squeeze as he looked at his cousin “I was checking up on Bella, this morning and I was helping her out.” He said and he gave him a strange look, I could not fathom “And yes, she does.” He said.
But Damion, did not look impressed with that answer. Because clearly he did not mean, if I remembered something about me and Marco, but about me and Damion, which I did not yet. “Then she does not!” he hissed “And why are you helping her?”
“I asked him too and he’s more helpful then you at the moment Damion.” I said “You’re not helping the situation at all.” I had a frown on my face.
My aunt looked between us confused “Okay, what are you 3 on about?” she said confused.
Damion looked at my aunt “Nothing that concerns you. Miss Swan. This is between me and my cousin and Bella.” He said, his eyes dark with coldness.
“Don’t speak to my aunt like That, Damion.” I hissed, at how his tone was cold and rude when he spoke to my aunt. It was just disgusting, how he could think, he had a right to talk to her like that. It shocked me to my core, he could have at least had the decency to act nice around my own aunt, but no.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Damion said standing up. When I was about to stand up, Marco was gripping my arm softly, stopping me from trying to do anything stupid and he softly pulled me down, so my left side of my body, brushed against his, which send calming waves over my body.
“Bella, don’t.” Marco said as he briefly touched my cheek and I closed my eyes at his touch and sighed. I leaned my forehead to the side of his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head as I closed my eyes tigher.
I heard Damion growl under his breath. But no one else seemed to notice. “Now..now boys, are you going to fight for Bella’s affections again?” Damions’ father said, that made me stiffen.
“Again?” My aunt Nina said confused “What do you mean again?”
Aloysius looked at her, then at me. As I made a sign telling him, not to tell her about the past, which I suspected he knew, by the way he phrased the sentence. “They argued over her, during school.” he said making a story up “Something about, who got to show her around the school grounds.” I said and I sighed in relief under my breath. That was close enough.
“Why didn’t, you tell me?” My aunt asked looking at me.
I looked at her “I didn’t think, there really was a point in telling you.” I said honestly, since it was not even true. If she knew the real reason, behind his words. She’d either freak out, or she’d force us to move away, or something else.
“Why, bother fighting when Marco is winning?” Damion muttered under his breath. I looked at him then at Marco, his eyes never left my face. I was not sure, if Marco was winning, but I liked being in his company, he was sweet and he helped me unwind myself, in order to try and discover who I was. Besides, I promised I would try and help him...both him and Damion, if I could.
“I said, I’d help you both.” I said, so only Damion heard.
“Great, job you’re doing right now.” Damion said, being sarcastic. His sarcasm hurt though. I shook my head as I sighed and looked away from him.
Marco sighed “She’s doing her best Damion. It’s not easy for her.” He said “You of all people should understand that. It’s not as simple as it might seem.” He said, his eyes piercing Damion’s, as if Marco was trying to get Damion to see the bigger picture and get some common sense. By the way his look dominated Damion’s and it was more mature, it was clear that Marco was the oldest out of the 2 cousins. Damion almost looked childish, at this moment in time.
“Oh, and you think you’re making this easier on her?” Damion snapped at Marco as he stood up and he yanked Marco out of his seat and pulled him into the living room. I gasped and I followed them into the living room.
“Damion stop!” I gasped out, struggling to breathe from the shock that rocked my body. But he ignored me.
I saw Marco wince and I bit my lip. It was like I could feel his pain. What was wrong with Damion? Did he not know, how fragile and frail Marco was because of the curse. If anything happened to Marco, it would be all Damion’s fault. I tried to get in between them and pushed my hand against Damion’s chest to push him away from Marco, but he would not budge. Darn it, move Damion. I said to myself.
I felt Marco press his forehead against my back and I closed my eyes as he spoke, his voice shaky “I am doing my best Damion, which is not something I can say for you.” I just wanted to turn around and hug Marco and let him know it was going to be alright. But right now, I had to make sure, Damion would not hurt his cousin.
I saw my aunt Nina at the door with Damion’s father, she looked more confused than he did. I looked at my aunt “Please...just go...take a walk or something. I can handle this.” She tried to protest, but I cut her off “Please...aunt Nina.” I said. She looked at me, before she gave me a soft nod and she left.
Aloysius looked between his son and his nephew and he sighed “Boys...boys calm down. Will you?” he said shaking his head at his son “Why must you, downgrade your own cousin, when he is trying to help Bella comes to terms, with all of this. With what she is.”
That threw me off, what I was. “What I am?” I said looking at Damion’s father.
“He is stealing Bella away from me.” Damion hissed, sounding so childish.
“If anyone stole, Bella from anyone. It was you from Marco.” His father said “So don’t turn this on Marco.” He said and he looked at me “Didn’t Marco tell you?”
I shook my head “We didn’t get as far, as discussing our species.” I told him. I looked at Marco who still was hiding his face in my hair and his breathing was shallow and uneven. I closed my eyes and sighed and I turned my self around softly and kissed the top of his head as I wrapped my arms around him softly holding him to me in a tender and caring way. While Damion glared at me, with a look full of poison in his eyes.
Damion’s father looked at me “Well alright then. I am sure, Marco will explain it to you, when you get around to it.” He said as I gave him a slight nod and Marco nodded too, I could feel the strength going back into his body. He finally looked up at his own cousin.
He let me go and stood in front of me. I looked between the two cousins and I gripped onto Marco’s arm softly and I felt the sparks fly through us once again. I closed my eyes, feeling calm and protected as he stood in front of me, but that it did not stop me from worrying about him.
Damion looked at us as he pulled back the hood uncovering his face, it was a rather unpleasant sight, watching the curse eat away at his face. I shielded my eyes, unable to look. It made me feel cold, as if I was dying from a frost bite. It was not something pretty. I could not imagine this happening to Marco, right in front of my eyes.
“That’s right, shield you self away from this curse.” Damion mocked me, his voice cold and distant. “Try and hide from this curse, you brought upon us!”
“Damion!” Marco and Aloysius hissed at the same time “You know, Bella is not to blame for this!” At the same time, Marco threw his hand back as gesture to me, but he ended up hitting the lamp on the table, as it was sent crashing to the marble floor board, it made me jump and I saw blood trickling down from Marco’s hand, there was a lamp shard stuck in his hand.
I took his hand gently in mine, as he let out a whimper from pain “It’ll be okay, I promise.” I said and rubbed his hand gently with my thumb and looked at Aloysius “Could, you get me a first aid kit and something to remove the shard with please?” I asked and he just nodded, it was like in a flash of a second he was back with what I needed.
I looked up to see Damion had disappeared, cowering away from this argument. I took the tweezers and cloth in my hand softly and gently pulled out the shard from his hand, careful not to cause him more pain and when it was out, I pressed the cloth down to his bleeding hand, to try and stop the bleeding.
As I was doing so, his eyes were gazing down on me. I looked up into his eyes and I blinked, when I swore I saw him flash into his younger self, with the warm chocolate brown eyes, that were full of life and love.
Oh dear, she really needs some answers.
Is Marco as sick as he appears to be? Is is a bit of a game to get Bella for himself?
And what is Bella? Her aunt must be very confused - either that or she knows and it is only Bella that doesn't
Lots of fun.