Lily curled forward, hand still trapped within his. Tremors shook her small frame, reminding Julian of a leaf being buffeted by merciless wind. He liked the comparison, seeing himself, of course, as the wind. The desire to shred her into tiny pieces ate at his self-control. The more he tended her the more he wanted to hurt her.
It was paradoxically delicious.
“Your sarcasm is unbecoming. Hush.” He stepped into the large bathroom. The door closed behind them automatically. “Lily, you have really made a mess of things tonight. I doubt either of us expected things to end up like this.” Julian set her down gently. “Don’t even think about leaving before I say you can.”
Writing itself isn’t the sole motivation. Writers want validation and respect. We want an audience. So the questions become, “What’s your risk factor? What are you willing to do to get your beloved audience? Are you willing to toil for years without the benefit of a payout? Can you live in solitude, possibly forever, just for the chance to connect with a group of individuals in the hopes they like your work?”
Lily looked away. The tenderness in his eyes frightened her. It raped her anger, dissolving it into maddened disorder.
Julian caressed her cheek with his hand. He was pleased by her demeanor. It would’ve be rather upsetting if he had to hurt her physically. That comes later, he thought in lazy anticipation.
She inhaled sharply. “Unlock the door, Julian. Unlock it now before you see who I can be.”
“That’s not a threat, little girl. I want to see you. I want to see every little piece of you. Show me. Show me how ugly you can be.”
Her hands resembled claws; spasmodically stretching and clenching from the need to rip into flesh. The slithering of clothes snatched Lily’s attention back to the vicious vampire. She immediately wished she hadn’t.
Lily’s knees swayed from the effort of standing up. Her skin erupted in goose bumps. The urge to have him sink his fangs into her assaulted without remorse. Conscious of her desires, Lily’s lips glistened, parted as they were in a breathless plea.
“I’m done with this. With you. Don’t come near me again. Don’t talk to me. Don’t fucking look at me. Ever.” Lily turned her back on him and ran away. She felt uneasy, dirtied. She felt something shift in her world, something she couldn’t touch or see but that was different nonetheless. WORD COUNT: 5,351
Lily’s breathing quickened. Fear and longing writhed inside her belly. Sanity lost its grip on her morality with a defeated whisper. She knew coming here was an ill-thought impulse. She knew she shouldn’t make this momentous of decision on the heels of losing the Spirit. She knew Julian’s feelings for her were of the wrong kind.
“What Sad Day” has a retro European moody vibe that really just calls to me. Being the angst junkie that I am, I LOVE this song.
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