Chapter 11 Eleven
DYLAN XAVIER
The night was beautiful not that it mattered but that was how anyone would start a story.
The night was beautiful.
That was exactly what Anastasia would say. She had the most exquisite, and her eyes were as big and brown as a doe. Her neck was mostly graced with nothing except a fine chaplet and an almost invisible cross tattoo on her neck… she was Amelia's mother and my wife at that time.
I looked at a picture on my desk, carefully protected by a fine frame. In the photo, her smile reached her eyes as she carried little Amy in her arms. Her lips were pursed on my cheeks and to say the least, I ruined the photo — with my unfazed expression, and steady gaze. I had told her I hated the picture but she insisted we kept it and strangely that was the only material memory I had with me except the case files… .
Lucian, my cousin said it was her time and that she signed her own death on a paper, but I could never believe that. Not now, not ever.
I remembered the party of the round tables
How she drunk so miserably… It was all my fault.
We had argued again. It was about Amy's future, she didn't want her to live my life… she wanted her to be free from my shadows. That night we didn't speak, but went to the party together, she went to her friends and drank her whole life out and then the coughing started.
“Mummy are you okay?” Amy had asked and I didn't pay any attention to it, she was probably playing to catch my attention. But the coughing didn't stop and then she threw up blood.
“Jesus Christ, Anna!” I was alarmed and forgot to hit into defence mode… forgot to get my senses up.
“Baby are you well?” I asked then looked at the spilled drink.
It was poisoned!
Why would anyone poison me, I was nothing then. They were people bigger than I was but what did they want from me?
“We need to go to the hospital milkweed!” I said carrying her up and for the first time that night I looked into her eyes. It spoke of pain and yet so peaceful, it looked at me telling me that I was going to be okay in the end but that meant one thing… it wasn't going to be with her.
“Wildflower we…”
Without letting me finish, she pushed me on the floor just in time for the bullet to hit her straight to the chest. It wasn't a stray bullet, it was one with the intent to kill at a shot. “Ame…Amy… Amelia”, she muttered trying to fight but it was futile.
When I saw the body of my wife lying dead, I felt guilty, Amelia looked at her saying nothing. I could feel my senses coming back.
The woman I loved was dead.
I stared at the body and my heart closed up but then I stared down at the beautiful thing I had made. She was looking at me with hopeful eyes and I decided that she was my only priority.
I was going to grow stronger that no one would dare cross my path… so wicked that there would be no place for good… so dark that there won't be space for light.
I opened my eyes, sweat pouring from my face, my breathing uneven. I had that dream again.
“When did I fall asleep?” I muttered rubbing the back of my neck. I shut my eyes and opened them, it was early in the morning.
3:00am
I opened a pack of cigarettes and took out a stick, lighting it I put it in between my lips.
Inhale
Exhale
I wasn't going to fall in love because they all got hurt.
The door opened and Annie came in, wrapping her arms around her body. “What are you doing here?” I asked and she scoffed.
Feisty.
“Why are you smoking?”she retorted, snatching the cigar from my lips and into the ashtray. “I hate the smell of that”, she said, quite irritated.
I looked at her taken aback but didn't show it. “I couldn't sleep and you told me to wait in your room”, she said.
I had totally forgotten about that. “I'm here now, milkweed”, I said, pulling her to me and kissing her hair, it smelt of wood… my favourite scent.
“Let's go to bed and stop worrying,” I said resting her head on my shoulders. My fingers ran through her hair as she whispered softly, “Look out, the view here is so beautiful… the night is so…”
“Beautiful”. I muttered caressing her neck. Then I felt something, it was like a spark of something different. I kissed her lips
“How do you feel, angel?” I asked and she chuckled. “How I feel -”
Scoff.
“ - I feel miserable yet alive. So alive I'm worried”, she said and I smirked.
“You're sweet”
“No, Mr Xavier, you're the sweet one here”
“Did you drink?”
“A little”, she muttered, closing her eye lid. She must have waited for me after tucking Amy in and drank the bottle of wine on my bedroom shelf. That drink was meant to be poisoned and offered as a gift to one of my acquaintance’s enemies!
“Fuck this girl” I muttered and she smiled widely. “Fuck me”
Currents like river flooded my body but I remained calm — barely remained calm. “You don't want me to do that, milkweed”
“I'm the one asking now, aren't I?" She teased, her eyes half closed.
I pressed my lips down to keep from laughing. Was she that drunk? “I'll make you beg me toy, even in your drunken state”
“Liar!”
Huh?
“Then why are you hesitating. I can never beg a ruthless man like you”
That did it. I was already fed up and I smashed my lips on hers, a gasp escaping her lips.
“See? I've not started”
“Do your worst”, she muttered. “You still have mouth on you, beautiful”, I whispered using my tongue to survey her mouth, picking her up and pushing her on my work table. “You're a dolphin!” She said laughing.
I smirked.
“We'll see about that, sweetheart. I'm going to fucking ruin you," I groaned into her ear, my hands working its way to her dress. With a single sweep, she was bare, her nipples pointing towards me. I stared down at her tender body. It could break any minute and I was planning on making it stronger, but at the moment, I bothered not.
I was going to break her till she begged me to stop.
Anastasia
No, don't think of her.
Fuck her
Fuck Annie
Fuck me.
I parted her legs wide and shoved my fingers deep into her. She moaned loudly, her legs shaking.
Fuck everything!