Chapter Six

"…Dominic was the one who killed you."

I never knew that time could actually stop. I had read about it so many times but never ever experienced a moment where time would just…cease to happen. But in when the words came out of Blake's mouth time froze.

"He…you…I'm sorry." Blake said lamely.

"You're lying," I whispered, backing away. "You're lying to me."

"No, Lux, I'm not. He killed you. And Cyrus helped. They killed you."

"No," I shook my head and hit his hands away. "No. He wouldn't do that."

"He did," Blake snarled. "And they call me evil? They killed the golden one. Blame it on me though. Like I did it. All I did was love you!"

"No!" I yelled and hit his chest, trying to push him back. "Stop lying! Stop it!"

"He stabbed you. Twice. Once in the stomach, once in the heart. Cyrus held me off. Distracted me. The whole room flooded with your blood."

"No. No…why are you lying?" I fell against him, dry sobbing.

"You'll remember." Blake said into my hair. "You'll have the dream." He paused, thinking. "Maybe…" Suddenly, it felt like I was being pushed through a marshmallow.

"Blake?" I asked, but it came out as a slur. My knees started to buckle and I clutched onto his arms as I fell, slowly. The last thing I felt was the hardness of the stone under my knees the cool silk floating off my shoulder.

The sun shown over a large, hilly field. A large house, like a manor sat, surrounded by barns and gardens. A long ways away, in the safe shadow of a large weeping willow, two lovers lay.

"Why don't you like the summer?" A girl asked, turning on her side to look at the boy next to her.

"Too light," The boy said simply, not looking at her.

"Blake," She sighed. "You seem distracted."

He glanced at her, briefly, with a tight smile. "I'm fine, love."

"You don't seem it," She brushed her lips against his cheek and walked her fingers up his bare chest before laying it flat on his shoulder. "Am I too much like summer?"

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." The boy quoted, brushing his fingers tenderly through her hair.

"You flatter me," She said and wrapped one of his arms around her naked waist, snuggling to his side. She touched his cold lips.

"Long may they kiss each other, for this cure!
O, never let their crimson liveries wear!
And as they last, their verdure still endure,
To drive infection from the dangerous year!
That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath."

"Are my lips so spectacular?" He joked.

"Without them, mine would be so lonely," She also joked, cupping his cheek in her hand. Her eyes fluttered as he kissed her palm.

"Are you alright?" He whispered.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem pale." He said and pressed his cheek against her hair.

"Compared to you?" She quipped, eyes shut.

"Paler. Is something wrong?"

"Nothings wrong Blake," She sighed. "Just a bit under the weather."

"You're lying to me," He growled, pushing her off of him and sat up.

Pink colored her cheeks. "How dare you! You don't have any right. If I say I'm fine, then I'm fine." She wiped at her eyes.

"Oriel, you need to tell me what's wrong."

She shook her head, tears sprinkling the grass. His eyes followed to where her hands were clasped over her stomach.

I awoke with a jolt, sitting upright. Gasping for air, I clutched at my heart. It was racing. If I kept having those dreams, I knew that I would die.

"What did you dream of?" Blake asked from beside me.

"Um…nothing." I said quickly. Apparently, he believed it because all he did was groan and hit his head against the headboard.

"Come here," He mumbled. I did. Sitting near his side, he stared at me. Then grabbed a curl in his hand and studied it. I watched as felt it between his fingers.

"I hate that you hate me," He said softly.

"I don't hate you," The words just came out of my mouth. I didn't hate him? He was the devil for God's sake!

"You do," He said.

"I don't."

He ignored me. "I don't know what I can do."

"Do what you used to do," I said meekly.

His lips had a ghost of a smile as he said,

"Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart,
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
For through the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image pictured lies,
Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes:
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done,
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart."

"That's pretty cheesy," I said, ignoring the frantic beat of my heart. The way my heart used to beat when I got close to…Dominic.

He shook his head. "Well, you said to do what I used to."

"And that's all you did?" I asked, blushing.

He smirked and leaned in closer to me. "No, that's not all…"

He gently kissed me. Short, soft kisses placed sweetly on my lips. He kept doing that, slowly lowering me onto the bed. Then, when he was completely ontop of me, he kissed me more forcefully, and I maybe, kind of kissed him back. Ok. So I really did. My hands fisted into his hair and my heel dug into his calf. It didn't really matter that he was the Prince of Darkness. The Son of the Devil. All that matter was this weird feeling in my stomach that happened only when he was with me. And only then did I realize that I liked that feeling.

"If I were to take you now," He rasped against my neck, tugging the robe open. "would you try to stop me?"

"I-I…" Really, how did he expect me to answer that while he was…kissing me…and touching me like that.

I gasped as he bit me lips, tugging at it before slipping his tongue inside. Mine clashed against his. My eyes screwed shut and tried to take deep breaths through my nose. I grabbed at his back, digging my nails into his flesh.

"Say you love me," He rumbled, sliding his hand up my thigh. The other was unbuckling his belt.

I ignored him and kissed his neck. I really didn't no if I could say I loved him. Because…it wasn't something that one could just realize in an hour.

I rolled over onto him and gripped his shoulders, kissing him until my lips were bruised.

"Say you love me," He repeated, throwing his head back and moaning.

"Blake," I whispered and kissed his neck.

"Say it," He said again, more forcefully.

"I-"

"Just say it!"

"I can't!" I yelled, frustrated.

He pushed me off of him. I landed with a thud on the bed and sat up on me elbows. He didn't even look at me as he left the room. Seconds after the door slammed shut, I heard a key turning in the lock.

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A/N-Reviews are mighty fine. Yeah. I'm cool. So please review. And the MTV movie awards suck. Seriously. And I hate Shakespeare, but the guy can write some good stuff. So yeah.