Rick_Knight
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- Jun 12, 2003
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Isabella opened her door slightly and brought the flower arrangement in. It was beautiful, it was something that was given only to someone that one really cared for. He knew in the bottom of his heart that she was he beloved Isabelle, only in a different life time. How many times did this turn of events happen to someone, and worse yet how many times did it happen and both parties knew it? She knew because of her dreams, and he obviously knew it because he had lived it. Somehow he had lived this long by some means, perhaps that was one of the good side effects of being a vampire, one did not age as fast, she could only guess. Her curiosity had been sparked, she had to know. The intrigue was to much, and she needed answers. Though she fully realized she was playing with fire, and the possibilities of getting burned were astronomical, still, she would not be denied.
She thought about her dreams, how she saw him wounded at heart for having lost his family. She saw his beloved Isabelle how even after death adoring him. She would have died a second death in order to be with with him again, it was plain to see. Yet, it was her, Isabelle, had reincarnated in her. She was Isabelle, but now Isabella, just one letter difference in her name, even that matched. Why didn't she feel attracted to this man, he had been polite at dinner, and she was attracted to him as a man, but there was still that void of not being able to recapture the love Isabelle felt for him. It very much existed in her dreams it was very much there. Perhaps the vampire was to blame for her diabolical curse on Isabelle's spirit. That Isabelle must not return ever again. Isabella placed her face in her hands and cried. 'Why was this happening to her? I did not ask for any of this to happen, I only know that I have dreams of a far away land where I feel at peace. This present world in which I live in, is not for me, it never has been.'
She needed time, time to find out the key to the mystery. It was a puzzle that had been laid out for her to figure out. She felt out of sorts and climbed back into bed and closed her eyes. It was not long before she started to dream again. This time she saw herself in the arms of her beloved husband, she was in bed and he laid next to her. She awoke in her dream and saw how he was contemplating her, how he was admiring her beauty and professing his eternal love for her. She heard him say in her ear that if anything should ever happen to her he would search until the end of time just to find her again, such was his love for her. Then he made the most exquisite love to her, it was not two bodies making love, it was body and soul all wrapped up in one, each movement, every word that was spoken between them was marked for eternity.
Isabella awoke from her dream, she felt between her legs and thought that her menstrual cycle had begun early, 'Oh no, I messed the sheets and the bed.' she thought. Upon further examination, she discovered she was just wet from the excitement of the dream. Oh my God this man truly loved his wife, there was not one thing he would not do for her. It was his castle, and she was his wife. It was the same castle she saw herself in her dreams, night after night dream after dream. This was her home, this was where she belonged and where she felt she needed to be. Tomorrow,... tomorrow she would confront him and she would get to the bottom of it all even at the cost of her own life.
She thought about her dreams, how she saw him wounded at heart for having lost his family. She saw his beloved Isabelle how even after death adoring him. She would have died a second death in order to be with with him again, it was plain to see. Yet, it was her, Isabelle, had reincarnated in her. She was Isabelle, but now Isabella, just one letter difference in her name, even that matched. Why didn't she feel attracted to this man, he had been polite at dinner, and she was attracted to him as a man, but there was still that void of not being able to recapture the love Isabelle felt for him. It very much existed in her dreams it was very much there. Perhaps the vampire was to blame for her diabolical curse on Isabelle's spirit. That Isabelle must not return ever again. Isabella placed her face in her hands and cried. 'Why was this happening to her? I did not ask for any of this to happen, I only know that I have dreams of a far away land where I feel at peace. This present world in which I live in, is not for me, it never has been.'
She needed time, time to find out the key to the mystery. It was a puzzle that had been laid out for her to figure out. She felt out of sorts and climbed back into bed and closed her eyes. It was not long before she started to dream again. This time she saw herself in the arms of her beloved husband, she was in bed and he laid next to her. She awoke in her dream and saw how he was contemplating her, how he was admiring her beauty and professing his eternal love for her. She heard him say in her ear that if anything should ever happen to her he would search until the end of time just to find her again, such was his love for her. Then he made the most exquisite love to her, it was not two bodies making love, it was body and soul all wrapped up in one, each movement, every word that was spoken between them was marked for eternity.
Isabella awoke from her dream, she felt between her legs and thought that her menstrual cycle had begun early, 'Oh no, I messed the sheets and the bed.' she thought. Upon further examination, she discovered she was just wet from the excitement of the dream. Oh my God this man truly loved his wife, there was not one thing he would not do for her. It was his castle, and she was his wife. It was the same castle she saw herself in her dreams, night after night dream after dream. This was her home, this was where she belonged and where she felt she needed to be. Tomorrow,... tomorrow she would confront him and she would get to the bottom of it all even at the cost of her own life.
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