Aster – Part two:
It was a beautiful cloudless night, with a full moon lighting their way. The garden was wild and unkempt, the lawn overgrown; trees and plants growing out of control, breaking through stone, reclaiming what had once been theirs.
They landed next to a clear stream, diamonds sparkling on the water. The air was quiet, apart from their breathing nothing disturbed the night. “It’s the spell,” Declan said, as he put everything on a flat rock next to the water. “It keeps everything away, even animals. Can you feel it?”
She did. A deep feeling of unease wrapped around her, and she had to fight the urge to run away. The whole place just felt wrong.
“You get used to it,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.
Aster followed suit, stripping down to her underwear, and walking into the stream without thinking twice. The freezing water wrapped around her as she slipped beneath
Declan: Aster was close to hysterical when Declan returned. She sat off to the side, folding the material of the little dress she wore between her hands, staring off into the distance – although, by now he knew she wasn’t looking at nothing. The back of her dress was soaked through from her wet hair, but she barely noticed. The two elders seemed completely unaware of just how close their elemental was to breaking. “They’re on their way,” he said, and calmly walked over to his bride. He took her hand in his, and gave her a questioning look, hoping he could feel something from her, anything, apart from the panic that threatened to break out of her chest. Even if he knew nothing else about her, he’d still know she’d rather be anywhere else but this room. “Do we need to be here?” Declan asked. “Of course,” Rowan said, clearly agitated, “she’s an important part of the plan.” “I have a plan,” Aster said, and the two elders turned th
Aster: At sunrise, they descended to the forest floor. A deep, dark mist hung over the entire forest, and while all of them could feel the effects of the rising sun, the rays couldn't penetrate the heavy canopy and thick mist. “It’s not far now,” Rowan said. “Can you feel it?” he turned to Aster. She nodded. The closer they came to the circle, the worse she felt. It was like the place pulled at her insides, urging her on, telling her to come closer. All the vampires felt it, and all of them were quiet and pale. Lucy sat with her head in her hands, moaning softly, “I don’t know if I want to run towards it or away from it.” Lydia put her arm around Lucy. She was the only one of Rowan’s brides who joined him – he didn’t want to bring the others, but wouldn’t offer up a reason why. “Away is always better,” Eros said, landing next to Matthew’s bride, “this place is evil. A lot of dark magic happened here.” “What are you doing?” As
Declan: They crouched outside the circle just inside the treeline. The clearing appeared to be empty, but they could feel the magical shield around the place. Eros very quietly told them it wasn’t the same one the first witch had cast. It wasn’t a protection spell. It was something completely different, much stronger. “Can you break it?” Eros whispered to Aster. “I don’t know. I’ll try.” She hovered her hand in the air and pushed forward, it didn’t go through the invisible barrier. The energy built up around her, and he felt a whoosh of hot air. Aster shook her head. “Well, that didn’t work,” she sounded amused, instead of afraid. “How are we going to get through?” Declan asked. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I am going to try love. It’s stronger than hate.” “Love doesn’t kill.” “But it can break spells.” She smiled at him. The energy he felt from her this time was completely different. Warm, like the hate wave (as
Aster: Her heart beating wildly, Aster stepped past the treeline and into the clearing. Cyrus gasped and took several steps backwards, looking around wildly as if trying to find an escape. “There you are,” the witch said, her tone sweet. “Here I am,” Aster said, resisting the urge to look back to her family. Smiling broadly, the witch started walking towards her, twirling a blade of grass between her fingers. Aster didn’t move, she was hyper-focused on Cyrus. God, how she hated that man. “Why are you afraid of me?” she asked him. “Am I not what you wanted?” She cocked her head, giving him her sweetest smile. “You killed my mother, almost killed me, because you wanted one like me. Well, here I am.” “He’s weak. A coward,” the witch said. “All men are at their core, even vampire men.” Not mine, Aster thought with a smile. Just thinking about them filled her with so much love that she thought she would burst wide
Declan:It didn’t make any sense. Aster couldn’t be dead. She wasn’t decapitated, but he remembered the dead vampires on the lawn…none of them had any external injuries either. Dropping his sword, he put his head in his hands, crying. It was as if someone was slowly cutting him in half. Declan didn’t care about the fighting going on around him. More vampires joined the fray, including some of their own fighters, but he just couldn’t care. In fact, he hoped someone would come by and decapitate him, so he wouldn’t have to feel like this anymore.Aster lay on her back, staring at the stars, her last smile frozen on her lips. He couldn’t sit here, looking at the light leaving her beautiful eyes -- he reached out to close them.Declan didn’t mean to do it. She wasn’t quite dead yet, and somehow he connected with her. One moment, he was sitting in that circle, staring at his dead bride, the
Aster: She had to force herself to run away from Declan, because she knew he wouldn’t leave while he could still talk to her. This was the afterlife, heaven, and she was supposed to be happy here. Content. Yet she wasn’t. Her heart ached to be with him, but when she asked him if he was here to bring her back, he said no – if he had said yes, she would have followed him. Her father and mother looked surprised to see her. “Baby,” Charlotte said. “What are you doing here?” “Uh…I died?” “You’re not supposed to be here,” Edward said, “it’s not your time.” “Yeah well.” She plopped down next to Brody, running a hand a through his soft, curly hair. The baby laughed and held his arms out to her. Smiling, Aster picked him up, holding him close. “Aster,” Charlotte said, “you don’t really want to be here. You will be miserable.” “Yet, here I am. Declan didn’t want me to go back anyway.” “Because he want
Declan: When he heard Aster’s voice, he lost his concentration and plummeted several feet before he caught himself and straightened. Declan stared at her in disbelief. He hadn’t felt her at all, and when he reached out to her, there was nothing but a black void. There was no bond between them anymore. He hovered with Matthew in the air, watching the events below them unfold, and then for no apparent reason his brother shot past him to attack Cyrus before he could stop him. He flinched as Matthew hit the stones below, hearing his bones break. Aster stood not far from Cyrus, her black hair blowing behind her like a bridal veil. He felt it all the way up here – the terrible power. She stood with her hands on her hips, her legs planted far apart from each other, a cold, emotionless smile on her face. Cyrus roared with rage and terror, trying his best to move, but he was rooted to the spot like a statue. Aster looked up. “Come down.”
Declan – Part Two: He took her hand and dragged her into the air with him. He had a very bad feeling that she didn’t really want to go back to the battlefield, but no one there knew what had happened yet. “Do we really need to go back?” she asked, as if she could read his mind. “The battles is already over.” “How?” he asked. “When I killed the witch…something happened. The earth…shook. Everyone just stopped, so Rowan and I sent everyone home.” He frowned. “The earth shook? Literally?” “Like an earthquake.” “I didn’t feel anything.” “You were in the air, but Cyrus had to know. I don’t know why it happened.” “The force of her spells breaking maybe.” Aster let go of his hand, and just hovered in the air, looking at him with big eyes. “I don’t want to go back,” she finally admitted. “I know, my love, but we have to. If it’s too much for you, I can go by myself.” “No,” she said quickl
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Aster: Aster only had one thought running through her mind as she drifted off to sleep. I want him back. Even in her sleep, it was all she could think about, and as she slipped deeper into the darkness, she dreamed about Declan calling to her, telling her to come back to him. ** She hears him calling out to her. He’s somewhere out there in the darkness. “Come to me,” he pleads, “find me.” “Where are you?” she calls back. “I can’t see.” The place is too dark. The kind of darkness that grabs you and won’t let go. The kind of darkness she only experienced once before: in the in-between. “Aster!” Declan screams. “Find me. Come to me.” “I can’t see anything,” she sobs into the darkness. “Why can’t you come to me?” “I’m stuck. Please. Find me.” He sounds so desperately afraid. So lonely. In turn, Aster’s heart cries out to him. She wants to feel his strong, comforting arms around her.
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