He Who Shall Not Be Named

A/N: Pardon my absence, as this was hardest crap I've ever written. Also, those IRRESISTIBLE Eric/Sookie fan-fictions that kept me away from Blogger were super-duper awesome. Thanks to All Time Low for their songs, they have accompanied me and constantly giving me inspirations while I sat down in front of my laptop, staring blankly looking for words. Here goes.

Beep.

A message startled her. She checked her phone and she, for the first time after locking herself in the vault of misery, genuinely smiled. This man brought the sun out of her dark world. She had done everything in her power not to fall for him. She pushed him away, made fool out of him, played him and yet he still put up with her. She failed, miserably. He seemed to know her weakness and yet, he handled her gently. He was one of those men she dreaded to meet. Though their meeting was not entirely accidental on her side, she did not expect him to be such a gentleman. She could come up with many reasons not to be anyway near him, one of which was that she didn’t know how to accept his ways. Or how to respond to them, for that matter. She had contently resided to being cold and this man awakened her other side, one that she faithfully kept hidden from predators. She was determined to be the predators. She knew that she shouldn’t preserve a soft spot for the likes of him at all, unfortunate for her but fortunate for him, that she did.

She recalled the moment when she had confirmed the fact that she truly fell for him, hard. The night he said he loved her, love, a very strong word in her opinion, was the night when she gave him a challenge. She had told him that their meeting was the result of her losing a bet, and he responded by telling her that he loved her. To her, it was just too good to be true and she was being very paranoid, of course, courtesy of Adam. She wanted to make sure what he just confessed. She wanted him to find another and then see if he could come to her back.

She didn’t know whether to take pride that he did what she had told him to do or to kill him for doing so. It was painful, so painful as though a massive stake pierced to her heart when she heard him. While swallowing the terrible pain, she did not miss a second to contemplate whether he was truly ignorant or that he was not as innocent as he appeared to be. By assessing the damage he had inflicted upon her, worse she thought, he might be an inborn predator, something she dreamt to be. She knew she had to remain calm, but she lost it. Definitely lost it. She had gone berserk on him and he seemed to not know how to react. That was the only reason why she had not broken him yet, which was as well what pulled her back into reality. He did not do it on purpose, he was earnestly just doing what he was told. That was it, not hidden agenda. It strengthened her instinct that he was the kind that she feared.

Now, as to why she had gone ballistic on him if the feeling wasn’t mutual, was her concern. Oh, because she was big on trust. That has got to be it, she said. When she was hanging on the bank of a river full of anguish, the only hands that held her in place was Adam’s. She had hoped Adam would pull her up to the rainbow of joy, but instead, he let go of her hand and watched her drown. That was exactly why she did not want to be deceived again, for the pain was too agonizing to bear.

She put aside the sore memories, and looked up. There was this man, who had discovered her lifeless body that was long buried in the bottom of the river and brought her up to the bank and subsequently revived her. Her knight in shining armor, she thought. Why can’t she forget Adam and move on? He had thoughtfully cleaned the seaweed of hatred that grew on her and successfully revived her, he surely can mend her. Besides, she thought, Adam had embraced his new life even before she was out of his sight, so could she. And that exactly what she did. She gave him, more importantly, herself a shot.

Her evaluation was once again turned out to be accurate. He made her very happy and forgot that she was once severely scarred. They talked, laughed and fought, just like Adam and she used to do, but never once he had hurt her. He turned on every bulb in her heart and made them flickered. Red, blue, white, orange, and red again, but never black. Her heart was slowly returning to its original state, which was beyond colorful. He made her life once more worth living.

Unfortunately, all that has a start must come to their end. So was her recent multicolored condition.


To Be Continued