After the afterparty, she didn't feel that well.

She had been sleeping through the whole night when she got back. A time where she was lazy to even shower, a kind of vacation for her, relaxing with cold or even lukewarm water as she washed. Or even might wash her face and putting ointment on after.

She went to bed, deliberately, lazily and soon after that she dozed off.

She didn't know if it was because of the veil or the blood, or the wholly galons of wine that she just drank. And it wasn't that she was exaggerating.

She didn't feel that well when she first arrived.

She felt a knot in her stomach, and of that that she decided to not do any
activities for the rest of the day. To which she decided she would just play with the imagination of the shower, warm and comforting in the morning, and decided to skip her schedule and go straight off into bed. She wanted to take a warm, sumbersion inside her bathtub, but she decided not to.

She would snooze, the comfort of her body and muscled tendons as she plopped on her bed, and as the pillow hit her head. And her night relaxation all went away - down the drain as she felt her muscles pop out of its place as she reached her bed. She didn't like, but it wasn't that rare, nor did it happen before. At her very own room, she had the first good night sleep in a long time.

Of a renting that she didn't know what else it was, or what else to call it.

She had decided to lay down on the bed. Taking her mind off things and resting, and all she wanted was something cool, refreshing and airy to do before she went to sleep. But it was no use. She turned to her side and soon, none other than later closed her lids and when she did, she wafted off into dreamland as her muscles relaxed. Something she wouldn't expect to dream about.

In the beginning, she had just dreamt, the night of the ball that she had just attended. And to which after, it was replaced to a dystopian world where it was light and turned to dark. As darkness filled the night sky and its air, and as of a later - past date which of when she first entered the orphanage.

To which she had always felt most comfortable and comforting in her whole, 19 years of life.

Delirious, out of place, and a whole lot of difference between her playmates before she got there. And to which she was pleased, and felt happier there.

It really was, the stupidest decision she had decided to take. For that, she had to had that dream. One that was full of sweat, made her heart churn and a beating, full-blown heart, as well as her eyelid spasms waking her to - wake' .

Definitely it was not the kind where it was short, relaxing one, where she would wake up energized and her body would be full of energy, ready to go and walk around wherever she wanted. Whenever she wanted.

But then, she just had to. To dream of two dreams in one sitting. A fitting thst she couldn't possibly have thought to manage, but she did. And she just had to be full of sweat, as it trickled down to the sides of her forehead as she dreamed, towards the blinking eyelids of the imageries that she saw.

And she awoke.

She sat and stood as she awoke, halfway as she propped herself on her elbows, feeling weak and her sweat beading off.

She muttered the one thing that she didn't even think about, "Lily." She breathed out of her mouth, blatantly. Heaving, out of breath as she felt her heart pounding out of her chest.
Her ribcages on fire and felt like it had been heated, severely.

And she heaved for an intake of breath, and another, as she herself was feeling dizzy and her lungs begged for more oxygen, as she panicked a little and it was delirious to hear herself phant. 

As she laid back down on her pillow, slowly slowing down her heartbeat, breathing in and out, replacing the oxygen that she missed, relaxing the strain on her neck of when she woke, and the back of her head to which she didn't know why. And her brain, of all things that had been clouded. And what the hell she was doing here.

Her nerves as she awoke from the dream, as her mind went blank and she was left staring at the ceiling. She was trying to calm her heartbeat down, that she felt the annoyance of sweat and warmthness trickling down her forehead -- and also, every side of her body.

As she noticed her sides, her stomach. And most of all, her backside. To which it was pooling and it felt like she had a wet dream. A blob of spot, marking its way on her skin as it permeatsd her night dress.

And it was not comfortable. Feeling the heaviness of shame as she wiped off her forehead.

That she suddenly heard a voice say,

"Are you okay?" The man suddenly appeared by the door, leaning against the pillars as he looked at her with a frown.

"Yes." She answered, breathing out into the air.

As she wiped another sweat off her forehead. "It was just a dream. A silly dream." She answered, glancing at him slightly.

He boistered himself off the pillars of the door and came closer.

She was now back in her room. A large of a castle that he owned. And she didn't know what to do anymore as she came back -- for nothing. As it echoed in her mind. For whatever reason, that it came, and it was gone as soon as it came, like the wind.

And she was faced off staring at the man after she sat up. Wanting to greet him but no words came out instead. 

And of which she felt, her pool of sweat
could be transparently seen by him. And that she would die of shame.
She felt anxious, nervous. And he suddenly perked up. To which his eyes trailed down, and noticed the pool of water with his beady eyes.

Now she was feeling it in her butt. Noticing it as she was sitting down. And she was embarrassed and it was humiliating to be feeling such things at such a teen age, such as herself.

To which he perked up and she flashed him a warning look.

To which he ignored. 

"Did you just wet - "

"No. -I sweat." She quickly added. "I just had a dream and my body pulled out sweat, okay." She quickly spoke. Jumbling up her words to which it did not come out right, or how she wanted it to.

To which he heard and thought of it wrong. That she peed, or as well, had a chasing of a dream, to which she didn't. Not at all.

And he perked his eyebrow as he glanced at her. And down at her mark.
And all she could was blush. Grimacing and invincibly gritting her teeth at his daring preposterousness.

"Okay." He okayed, shrugged his shoulders, and she looked at him to see him more like holding back a laugh.

She was offended.

"I'm not really talking to you." She sputtered as she laid back down and turned towards the window, laying on her side as she felt the water pool her dress and into her skin once again. As she grimaced, staring into the light of the unknown, which she didn't notice up until now, and that she almost cursed at the sun.

And it was a small, natural chuckle that escaped his lips that she saw as an imaginary in her head.

To which it came true.

And she was writhing in fire. And she swore she didn't want to talk to him. Ever.

As she heard the natural, small chuckle that escaped to which she wanted to slap him in the face.To which it naturally died down and they came towards a silence.

After the long silence, of what seemed like forever of a few hundred years, he

He suddenly stopped. And she didn't hear anything in return. As she continued to lay down and stare off into nothing outside the window.

And she didn't hear any footsteps or any signs of him coming any closer, before he walked. He came forward and walked slowly, until he reached the bed.

And sat on it, "Are you okay?"

"Yes." She muttered under her tongue. To which it was quite delirious for him to hear.

As he wanted to laugh but held it off as he also wanted to clean her off, change her into a new dress and change the sheets of her bed into a new one.

And all of a sudden, to which as if the spell suddenly broke. For the first time that it did, considering what happened in the hallway was just a mere coincidence of a memory convergence right into her head, and she remembered everything.

Twice, for the second time as she remembered, her memories came running back. Like a flood towards her brain that she remembered. The memories from the beginning to the end, and most important of all, the one where he asked her to marry her. And the whole lot of it.

And she was not happy.

As she spun her head back, and saw that he slightly jolted on her bed, that she quite wanted to curse at him. But nothing came out when she did, and suddenly sat down, slowly as she sat, and covered her own body with the blanket at hand.

How the memories came rushing back.
With no rest as she remembered how stupidly she said yes. An okay, that she sputtered and didn't think twice. Maybe it was just all in the moment. Or a dreamy day that she had. Or maybe it was just the magic of love. And that was when she remembered he was a vampire. Or that it just came to a certain, single thought. Or so she thought.

Considering that she was not thinking straight and just feeling the heat of the moment. Yes, maybe it was just that.

And exactly, she - or maybe him, was pissed at her. As he continued to read her memories as it flashed right through her eyes. The decency of it transferring its images right into her eyes, as he saw. That he wanted to stop it, but he couldn't, as it stopped right before he could.

And they froze.

And the man, at a whole new world,
may just crumble right below his feet right before him, at this moment, in an instance.

That his face turned hard and quite dark, as he thought in worry.

And of that she had nothing to say to him. As she felt partly that it was her fault. And she had no excuse nor path to get out of his way, or even, get away.

Maybe it was just the man that was just lusting after her, next to her for a whole damned reason that she didn't know of. And it was just a mere delusion. To which she smiled a little, but not sincerely so.

As he stared at her. His doey, grey of a color, strange to the sunlight as she stared at him.

As she observed, with that handsome face of his, as he sat down on her bed a little too comfortably, and a little too close. As she scooched over farther away from him, from the edge that she just sat, to another inch to the right.

And which he was slightly offended.

He slightly raised an eyebrow at her and scooched an inch forward as well, a demanding action. And that she backed away, out of his line, just a little bit.

And he exploded.

"Averithe." He spoke. Quite loudly than he usually spoke.

She didn't answer.

He gritted his jawline, his jaw tense as he looked at her, as her porcelain face and skin glowed to be a shadow beneath the sunlight. And as a reddish, auburn color to her cheeks to when she just woke. From her bed in the morning, like always. As he looked at her to be the most beautiful girl in the world. Gorgeous all the way.

As she looked at him, gazing at his eyes, to what it seems that she looked up and looked at his forehead. To which she blinked, and slightly turned away.

"Averithe." He called.

To which she slightly, meekly, turned away from him, this time a turn of her hips so she would get as far away as she could, and she decided to look down at the sheets. And and it was a horrid thing to do, from his perspective.

As he throwed out another word, "Averithe."

And he slightly jumped on the bed, made it shake slightly and moved closer to her, a little bit too fast and eager that he did, that she was shocked and grimaced at him. The act of it. And she didn't know why.

He caught that. He grabbed her hand.
An expression that he didn't know how to make as he looked at her. And as well, he didn't know what to say.
Or even, what he had done wrong. He would've done things differently if he could, and all of that that was happening, was his fault.

To which it wasn't.

He gripped on her hand. As he held. An action of it that made her confused and she wanted to talk to him as well. But she couldn't. No words or no sound could make out when she stood before the man. Sat. As she looked at his mesmerizing grey and green eyes sparkling below the sunlight -- to be beautiful and enchanting to her as long as it could have.

He was a whole eager to get married. But maybe she wasn't. As she blinked at him, and all he could muster was hold her face between his hands. As she looked at him in return and she didn't say anything.

There was silence. For a moment. As they stared at each other, for the longest time, until he reached his limit. And he was pissed.

"What's wrong." He stated.

He was just met with silence.

It was just that, she didn't want to touch him ever again. As he dropped his hands back on the bed. Nor the other way around. Like the way she used to fall into his arms, and later on the bed. Flushed, the wet kisses, and hot as she felt it against her lips. To as she felt his touch to be fire and a warming time of her life, --on every inch on her body. And which of now she almost scrunched her face and gagged to. If not for the better.

To which of that he couldn't take it no more.

"Ave-" He spoke, as he cut and leaned in for an instant kiss. As he pecked twice, before she roughly pulled back and an instant release of that he wasn't expecting. Or dreaming of.

"No." She snapped at him.

"What's wrong."

Slightly flat and it now didn't seem more like a question.

"I will not marry you.  --All of those things I said,  --I didn't say --it didn't happen." She shook her head vigorously. In attempt to not make him offended, or overreact, she slowed down, to which it was a strain on her neck, and she would've chosen to die than to not continue her resistance against this man.

It was a total, utter failure. As he leaned over and tried to get closer. Of course, as he stared at her and wanted her.

Now.

As she tried to scooch away from his gaze and from his grasp, furtherinf away, to which there was no space left for her to backup, and that he kissed her.

She didn't want a wedding. She blatantly saw herself in her wedding dress, and she was embarrassed. She wanted it to look magical. And to which she didn't want it to come true.

That he kissed her, so suddenly that she didn't felt it. An image that was so deep, pressed against her own. That she felt it hot, and warm against her skin. The sensation, one that it wouldn't take much for her to strip and get naked, or continue to even peck kisses as he did on her lip, and trailed down to her left side of her neck. As he licked and pecked on her spot to which it turned wet and warm.

And she moaned.

He pecked one last time, before she realised what he was doing, and her eyebsalls went as saucers, before she pushed him back with all her might.

Under, under his gaze that she was, laying down on her bed that her hair sprawled all over that he noticed and that his gaze followed along - all the way.

As she started to blush and breathed heavily. As she heaved and tried to catch in oxygen before he kissed her again. Deeper. And now that he did, his lips permeated into hers that she didn't feel like her anymore. He was insane and he was like a type of drug to her.

The marriage, the wedding. Was not beyond imaginable. It was not a fairytale where it took a powerful carriage to hold a simple, single wedding. But rather, it took something greater. A tabboo, marriage, now to her ears. Now that she looked up and saw his eyes glazed, and ceramic as he seemed to wanting to eat her now that she looked at it again, closer.

And closer that he went, that he swooped down and kissed her again.
It was not a type where he wanted it to go slow, rather quick and it was hot against her lips that it did.

She was now confused. And afraid.

As she aggravated and pressed on his chest with her hands. Her palms squeezing theige out of his shirt as she did. And he groaned as he pecked, continuing his mission of something she wouldn't, couldn't have the decency to think about. Or rather, if she was doing this wrong. As she tried to push him back, to which his body and stature was hard as a rock.

To which she gave, and her hands felt limp. As she kissed him back. She then grabbes on the front of his shirt, and flipped him to the side, as he was flipped over and they were now laying sideways. An action and a gesture which led him to feel that he almost fell, that he was on the edge of the bed, that he pushed her over, and carried her to roll over. And she was now below, again. On the under side of the bed. Of horror that she once did but failed to continue as she accidentally bit the side of his neck and she backed out.

He didn't think of it, as he kissed, and continued to kiss her. An action that said he wanted to get married, he wanted to put a ring on her finger and that he wanted to do it now.

It was not simply abuse, as she grabbed his shirt and the strongest that she'd ever tried to, he grabbed the back of his neck and flung her body into the air. It made her lose balance as the bed shaked, but now they were in opposite sides, and he was under her. And she was sitting on top of him.

And he could see, visibly, through the thin shirt and skirt of what she was wearing, her bare nipples and her clean, porcelain stomach.

To which she didn't even try to put on her lingerie, her bra for the sake of it.

As he looked at him as if she was insane, and she sat down on him, aggravatingly.

And if she had the power, she would have already ravaged him. And sucked him as well - if she was a vampire.

As she smiled, but then realised what she had just came out of, and rolled over to the side. As she sat down on the bed, her feet folded as she stared off of nothing into the air --in front of her.

And he had nothing to say either. As the jealousy, the possessiveness, all it was unreal as she suddenly stopped, abruptly, propping herself, trying to make herself comfortable on the bed and hugging on some blanket that he gave her some time ago.

And it was quite a long time ago. For a human, he thought. And how selfishly, that he thought, how she wouldn't, couldn't have felt a little bit of what he was feeling.

To which it was not at a true as she stared back at him. Visibly, nonvisibly, a small smile tugged on her lips, and it was gone soon as it was came, and she felt a thwart on her chest.

He was a man a bit hard to control, she thought. To read, and even to talk to --easily. A little bit on the intimidating side. Because he would just jump out and attack her -- on the lips and she would forget all about what she was talking about, what she was excited about and fly off into heavenly land.
Which she was not too excited about.

Looking at him, and him looking at her.
He wondered, what the hell happened to her during her safe trip back, what happened during her nap, and how he would get her back to a normal state, just for her sake, and what craziness she had absorbed into her mind to make her say things like that. And that he was confused.

And to which, he decided that maybe he would not feed her wine any longer. No more than a few years, or a few months. As he gritted his teeth silently, Averithe noticing his jaw tensing as he stared at her. She wanted,