Chapter 76 - A Glismpe Of A Past

His eyes opened because there were only images of her he could see, but then his heart slammed a beat when he saw the position she took right now. What in god's name was she thinking? She had her face to the side, her neck exposed to him, an action he knew she did purposely, like an inviting disaster for him.

Her eyes shut close awaiting, waiting for him to do the unthinkable, why? Why was she doing this? Why was she inviting the devil in?

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His looks, his eyes, although they were lost I could see he was fighting for control, he was trying to restrain himself, his gaze to my neck and then I knew it, he said a word before about how he wanted to sink his fangs in my neck, if that would calm the beast within him and stop him from hurting then I would oblige, I could smell it, I could smell his blood due to how tightened his fist was, his nails must be relentlessly digging in his flesh, I did not know why his beast was triggered, but if sinking his fangs to my neck would cure him of this pain, then I would let him.

I waited, my eyes shut tightly, my neck now exposed to him, my heart slamming loudly in my chest as I waited in inching anticipation. I felt his breath against my neck and then my heart quickened but I remained still, I had to, for him, I didn't want to see him in pain. I couldn't bear it, tears leaked from my eyes, it was almost like I could feel his pain and I wanted it to stop.

"You would offer yourself to the devil?". I gasped at the demonic voice which was Cedric's, my eyes flashed open as I turned but the next thing I knew Cedric was off me, just like a brush of wind. I sat up with a raspy breath, he stood close to the chair, backing me, his tightened grip on the iron.

"Cedric," I said softly, hoping I was actually speaking to him right now, he remained still where he was. I noticed his extended nails were back to normal, was the beast gone? Was the pain gone?

"A-Are you alright?" I asked. There was immersed silence, please tell me you're okay, please.

"I'm fine", a breath of relief washed upon me, his voice was back to normal, he leisurely whirled to me, his looks were normal also, I pondered how he was able to come back but his eyes weren't, the darkness was still within them, his green eyes wasn't present, it was still pitch black, I could see the hollow in them, the emptiness.

"Never do that again" He warned with stern looks, eyeing me with its deadly eyes, a deep shiver ran down my spine, never do what again?

I was about to speak but he took a step towards me, being this close he appeared angry? Did I do something wrong? A hand to my waist and I was down from the table, I didn't know if I should speak, what if I say something wrong and get him angrier.

"Turn", a simple word that held power, I did as I was told. I felt him do my tie back, the dress becoming tightened like it was, I couldn't take it anymore I needed to understand. I whirled to him.

"You were in pain... you", I couldn't find the right words. "I-I-Is b-because o-of w-what we d-did?" I stammered with flushed cheeks but not a word from him, why was he acting this way right now? I knew what happened moments ago was like a bad dream but that doesn't mean we can't talk about it, I wanted us to talk I wanted to understand this, I wanted to understand him, I want him to let me in, I was going to be by his side, to do so I must understand.

"Let me in Cedric" I began, taking his hand in mine, he looked away shutting his eyes.

"If you don't let me in... then how am I... how am I supposed to understand you Cedric,", the eagerness in my voice became prominent.

I want to help him with the pain, I want his walls down so that I can be by his side properly, I want to help him overcome this darkness, I want to... my chest rose and fell, I want to love this man, I do not care if he was the devil. My lips parted, all those words I said within me, I wanted to lash it out to him.

"You should leave", I never knew how much words could hurt until now, like a dagger piercing my chest, I have never felt such pain before. The piercing got deeper when his hand moved away from mine and then he backed me.

Like time stopped and I was left to relieve that pain again as it got deeper, he may have said three simple words but his actions that followed made it so deep, why was it getting so hard to breathe?

"Ce-"

"Leave... now", quiet yet deep words that showed just how impatient he was becoming. Rather than open up to me and speak to me he would rather put up his walls back on, those suffocating, enduring WALLS around him, does everything between us matter so little to him?

My cheeks were wet, the tears already streaming down in their own accord, lots of it. I leisurely whirled as I paced away, my chest feeling heavy, not a word, not a hand to grab my arm as he did before to stop me, he let me go, he would rather be alone than let me help him, why was he tormenting me like this? Especially now I have unfathomably fallen for HIM.

The doors shut close behind me.

"My lady you took a lot of time during breakfast," Olivia said in amusement but then it died.

"My lady, why are you crying?" she asked worriedly.

I couldn't help the tears that streamed down my cheeks in-efficaciously.

"My lady".

I didn't say a word as I darted away, unable to stop the tears from falling, my heartfelt sinking, I felt drowning, why does it hurt so much, this was too much to be considered a normal pain.

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A glimpse of her tears, when she offered her neck to him, was a glimpse of a past, the image that played in his eyes and then he knew, the maddening realization struck him, it wasn't the silver-haired beneath him at that very moment but a forgotten memory of a bloodstained woman smiling at him, the image merging together like it was a predestined premonition. His teeth clenched, his fist tightened, his nail pierced his skin to a point his blood dripped to the floor, his beast had already taken over before he could already realize it, the rage, the pain.

If death was his punishment he would gladly accept it, never in his entire history would he think he would feel this way AGAIN, as the memories played the more the drowned feeling, a suffocating, consuming, toxicity, torture, this torment? With the weight of words ranting in his head, the table was already flung across the wall by the time he was able to come even with his pain, but neither did it stop it.

Magnus Klaus Darkmore. Curse to a mortal body, for now, you feel PAIN! None of this was supposed to happen, none of these feelings should have become his.

He chuckled to himself like a maddening man, running his fingers in his hair, yes yes yes maybe this wasn't his only curse, this was retribution.

"Am I right Yelena..."

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I shut the door, I didn't want anyone to come to me right now or Olivia. I wanted to be alone and rid myself of this pain, crying didn't seem to stop it, what else can end it but only to cry until the pain perhaps stop, or maybe cry myself to sleep.

I cried darting to my bed, lying down, and putting the covers over me, it may seem childish or foolish, but I just needed to cry and free myself from this pain if I could, I had no one to run to if I felt sad or hurt, the one person I could run to was thousands of miles away. My Papa, if he was here he would have consoled me and told me everything was gonna be okay and allowed me to rest my head upon his lap as he patted my hair but no one, NO one was here for me.

It was I, I alone in a foreign land married to a husband who rather pushes me away than let me in, a man I have fallen for, a man that has stolen my heart and made it his without him realizing, how stupid of you SYLVIA.