I spent most of yesterday reading the newly found story! Blood Moon. It's an online story. Basically, about the struggle between lycans and vrykolakas. It all started because of two man battling for power. Now, the two race are trying to completely wipe out the other race in other to stop this 'curse'. It's not your typical vampire story. xD So don't groan about it! Had something to say...but forget. Meh =='''
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Prelude
2007
Lilith Angela sat in her plush couch and dispassionately took another sip of her red wine. Staring into the flames of her fireplace, memories Lilith tried to bury began to reemerge. Her loneliness encouraged the memories to surface. That was the reason Lilith tried to keep herself busy all the time. In nearly 600 years one would have thought that Lilith had forgotten about her past life, her only life really, considering she was dead. If not forget about it, at least gotten over it. But she couldn't let go and couldn't forget about that life. It seemed like centuries since then. It was centuries since then, Lilith corrected bitterly. Trying to push out the face of a strikingly handsome man from her mind, Lilith took a gulp of her wine. But what hit the home run was that beautiful laugh of a child. He was so small and precious to Lilith. She missed the way he would cling to her legs and laugh 'Ma! Ma!'
"D*mn it all to H*ll!" Lilith sneered to the empty room.
No alcohol could numb her senses. It was both a blessing and a curse that alcohol had no effect on her. At that very moment Lilith considered it a curse. She wanted to blur that achingly familiar face into an indistinct shape, something unrecognizable. But the harder she tried to forget, the stronger her feelings became. Maybe one day she'd be able to forget about him. But what she wanted to forget the most was the pain of losing her baby. Their baby. Yeah, and maybe one day I'll be human again, Lilith thought sarcastically.
1407 A.D.
Lilith Caldwell just turned fifteen. It was the most joyous day of her life! Today, Lilith assured herself as she went about her chores. Today, she would tell the village leader's son, Roderick McElroy, that she loved him now that she was a grown woman. Of course Roderick probably wouldn't be interested in her declaration of love, considering she was younger than him, but she couldn't keep it a secret any longer. She just had to tell him and by all that was Holy, it would be that very day!
She had first fallen in love with Roderick when he saved her from drowning at the age of nine. He dived into the water without any hesitation to rescue her and got sick for doing so. Lilith visited him every day for the next fortnight while he made his recovery. He had been so kind in reassuring her it wasn't her fault and promising to teach her to swim. As soon as he got better, Roderick had taken her to the river and taught her to swim. Sometimes they'd sit on the bank and he would teach her to read. Lilith didn't know about anyone other than the village leader's sons that could read or write. It was around the age of thirteen Lilith began to notice her feelings towards him. Roderick had just turned seventeen and was spending less and less time with her. Instead he would keep company with other boys from the village or spend his time charming village girls closer to his age.
But Lilith had faith. She would go to the river everyday when the sun was high in the sky. Roderick's visits started to come less frequently until one day he just stopped visiting all together. It had been three weeks of waiting fruitlessly before Lilith finally got the idea that he wasn't going to met her at the river anymore. Lilith straightened her spine and dusted off imaginary dirt from her best dress. Although the dress was Lilith's best, she knew it wasn't better by a lot. She spotted Roderick ducking behind a cart and quickly made her way towards him with a huge smile on her pretty face.
Roderick saw Lilith before she saw him. Thinking he could escape her hawk-like vision, he foolishly hid behind a cart. He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, congratulating his intelligence. A pair of dainty feet came into Roderick's downcast sight. He groaned in irritation as he looked up into the most captivatingly green eyes it was his displeasure to come across. Letting out the breath he was holding, in unsuccessful hopes of being quiet and not attracting her attention, Roderick stood.
"Milord," Lilith curtsied.
Roderick eyed the ridiculously huge smile on Lilith's face with wry observation. "Lilith, I 'ave known yee since yee were a 'lil lass, yee needn't call me milord," Roderick said with the Irish burr Lilith loved the moment he asked her if she was alright after dragging her out of the river.
"Roderick," she whispered shyly.
Groaning again, Roderick rubbed a hand over his face and looked around skittishly. He was vainly wishing one of his friends was nearby so he could politely get away from Lilith. He knew this day would come. Although he did not like to admit he very much liked Lilith, there could never be anything from their mutual interest. Roderick knew his father needed him to marry well and be a good leader for their clan as the eldest son. Marrying well did not include marrying the blacksmith's daughter. Also, Lilith was not someone he could dally with then forget when the time came for him to marry the daughter of a neighboring clan.
"Can I talk to yee please? It willna take long. I promise."
Opening his mouth to say he had to be somewhere at the moment, Roderick hesitated when he recognized the pleading look in her eyes. With another sigh Roderick nodded and began walking towards the river. The short walk was silent as Lilith followed three-steps behind him. The only sound heard was the crunching of dry leaves and small twigs breaking underfoot. They reached the river and Roderick turned around suddenly, wanting the moment to be over with. Lilith had been studying the dying autumn leaves and did not notice Roderick's quick move until she had bumped into him. An embarrassed flush tinged her cheeks as she pulled out of Roderick's steadying hands.
"Do yee remember when yee saved me from drowning?" Lilith started off as she looked up into his face.
"I canna forget. I almost died when I got sick."
Lilith looked away guiltily and Roderick felt like kicking himself for his rudeness. Not attempting to continue, Lilith bit on her lower lip and began twisting the rough material of her dress between two tight fists. This was not how it was suppose to go at all, Lilith thought sadly. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought about her admission of love going horribly wrong. Roderick held his ground even when he saw her bite down on her trembling lip. He wanted to soothe her, but he knew doing so would give Lilith the wrong impression. So as an alternative to comforting her, Roderick began tapping his foot, pretending to grow impatient.
"If yee got none to say lassie, I canna be standing out here all day. I have things to do, yee ken?"
Nodding mutely Lilith took a deep shuddering breath to calm her turbulent feelings and started again. She opened and closed her mouth several times, unable to say anything. Roderick bit back a smile. The adorable opening and closing of her mouth reminded him of a fish. He could tell she was becoming frustrated and almost pitied her.
"I know I'm still young and not as pretty as Maggie or Caledonia. Yee prolly think me foolish, but I had to tell you," Lilith took a deep breath, "I love yee."
Breathing nervously, Lilith waited in agony for his reply. The silence grew deafening and Lilith dared to glance up to see Roderick's expression. He looked unsurprised by her declaration, bored even. Lilith looked searchingly into his dark brown eyes, hoping to see a flicker of some kind of emotion. There was none. His eyes had turned hard and cold. The look was that of a predator. Lilith shivered at the thought. Stepping back from Lilith, Roderick held Lilith's gaze.
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He couldn't accept her feelings and he couldn't return her feelings. He was going to marry the girl his father wanted him to; a girl who would know what he really was and be a dutiful wife to him as his mother was to his father. His family curse. How could he be with Lilith and not tell her his horrible secret? He did not want Lilith to learn about whom or really, what he was. He didn't want to look into her eyes and see the disgust, or worse, fear. Roderick cared too much for Lilith to marry her. Hardening his resolve, Roderick looked at Lilith with a pseudo smirk.
"I doona know wot to say to that. Did yee think I were gonna say I loved yee too? Lassie, yer father's the blacksmith. Yee should set yee attention on some common village boy. I'm the next leader of this clan. Wot makes yee think I'd be interested in yee, wee lass?"
Tears fell silently down Lilith's cheeks as she listened to Roderick's words. Her admission of love did go horribly wrong. She some what expected being the blacksmith's daughter made her unworthy of Roderick. But she did not know how painful the truth was until Roderick told her in that patronizing way of his. Roderick answered her with a slightly condescending voice, that Lilith had suspect he was more than just irritated with her declaration. She guessed he was seething that a common girl such as she would even have the nerve to think her feelings might be returned.
Roderick's blasé expression faltered when he saw her crying silently. But Roderick held his ground, even when Lilith wiped the tears from her eyes with a delicate sniffle, even when she bowed and apologized for her insolence, even when she turned to head back home and out of his life forever.
(c) aaddicted
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