Friday, June 26, 2009

snippet #003

The prompt was “Then, hand in hand, they went out onto the balcony to meet the dawn.” for the #Journaling Game.

With summer chaos in full-swing, I didn't have much time to dedicate to this one, but I'm happy with the way it came out. It's very raw, very rough, so very first draft quality. Eventually I'll polish it and expand it. When I do, it'll probably end up on the blue (non-sex/YA/safe-for-my-child-to-read) side of my writing.

Also, I don't normally do vampire stories, but the prompt just begged for it.

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"I can't kill you, Nadia. I mean, I could, but I don't want to."

Nadia quirked her lips into a hint of a smile and whispered, "Ditto, Lea."

Leander shook his head and chuckled. "After one hundred and ninety-four ye--"

"Seven," Nadia interjected.

"Seven?"

Nadia nodded. "One hundred and ninety-seven years."

Leander frowned. "Are you sure?"

It was Nadia's turn to chuckle. "Yeah, I'm sure. You turned me outside of Petrograd in the spring of 1812."

He frowned deeper, calculating in his head. "One hundred and ninety-four."

Nadia shook her head and sighed. "You never could count. Trust me on this one, my love, it's one-hundred and ninety-seven." She flashed him a charming smile. "A girl may lie about how old she is, but she never forgets."

"Ok, ok. So one hundred and ninety-seven years together, and this is what it comes to." He tipped his head thoughtfully. "What did they offer you?"

Nadia laid her sword on the coffee table and curled into her favorite chair. “If I kill you, I get to live.”

Leander nodded and tossed his machete on the table, dropping onto the couch. “Ditto.” He sighed and ran a hand over his bare scalp. “So, what do we do, Nadia?”

“I don’t know, my love. There aren’t many options open to us, are there?”

“Not really.”

Nadia bowed her head and listened to the minutes tick before uncurling herself from her chair. "If we run, they'll hunt us." She eased on the couch next to him.

Leander wrapped an arm around Nadia and cuddled her close to his side. “They will.”

Snuggling into his embrace, Nadia laid her head on his shoulder. “They want one of us dead.”

“Or both of us.”

Nadia sat still and silent for several minutes before she whispered in agreement, “Or both of us.”

Leander nodded and nuzzled into her hair, murmuring, “Truth be told, my sweet, I’d rather die than continue without you.”

Nadia nodded gently. “Ditto, my love.”

The pair sat holding each other in silence for half an hour before Leander sighed. “Is that the answer then?”

Nadia whispered, “As much as I hate to admit it, yeah, I think so. We either take the matter into our own hands or wait for them to find us.”

“If we make them hunt us, they won’t end it quickly. They’ll take some fun out of us before they kill us.”

Nadia shuddered, her whisper little more than a growl. “I’d rather not give them the satisfaction.”

“Ditto," Leander muttered, pulling her closer to his side.


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Leander caressed Nadia's cheek and whispered, "It's time, my sweet."

Nadia squinted at the light of the morning sun coming through the open french doors. Barely nodding, she whispered with a tremor in her voice. "I'm scared."

Leander wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, brushing his lips across her forehead. "I know."

"There's no other way..."

He shook his head. "There's no other way." Turning her face toward him with a finger on her chin, he looked into the watery dark eyes that had captivated him nearly two hundred years earlier. "I wish there were. I promised you eternity. I'm sorry I wasn't able to give it to you."

A tear slipped from each eye when Nadia blinked. "Oh, no, Leander, don't be." She reached up to cup his stubbled jaw in her hand. "You gave me more years than I could have hoped for."

Leander leaned close and savored a tender taste of her lips, then wrapped her in his arms. The little kiss bloomed, growing deeper but remaining slow and tender, until it became what it was intended to be: one last kiss.

Tears streaked Nadia's cheeks when they pulled apart and laced their fingers together. Then, hand in hand, they went out onto the balcony to meet the dawn.


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Love and bondage,
Rubi Jayne <3<3

2 comments:

Dee Carney said...

For eff's sake. That's the best they could do?! I'm pissed at them.

BUT, great job with the writing! :)

Lynne Roberts said...

I liked it... kind of Romeo and Juliet (ish) but vampire. ; )