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steam again. I wasn't the best with showing people my work. I wasn't very good and did it more for the pleasure it brought me than for the talent, or lack of in my case.
He had in his hands the first painting that had done since I was kidnapped by Morgan years ago. It was of the view next to the house of the surrounding mountains and lush waves of green forest that was in the masses. He was staring at it so intently that I don't think he noticed I wa s back in the room. Of course I was wrong.
“You painted this?” He asked without looking at me and I walked over to him to look down at my mixture of greens and blues. I shamefully said ,
“Yes, it isn't very good I know but it's something I have always enjoyed doing . ” He turned to face me and looked at me with a serious eye. He placed his fingers over my lips.
“Keira, how can you say these things, your work is beautiful and your emotions show on the canvas, you were happy when you painted this , I can tell .” He looked back at it as though he was proud and I could feel my eyes welling up. I don't really know why I had this reaction but if I were to guess I would put it down to my past.
It had been because of art that I had met Morgan as he had been my tutor (under false pretences). He had loved my art also but I later found that even if I had swallowed a bucket of paint and then threw up on the paper he would have loved it. He was sick and twisted and the whole ex perience made me turn my back on my passion . Until of course I met Draven. Maybe this is why he like d this picture so much, maybe he knew it was down to him.
“Then I would like you to have it..... But of course only if you want it that is . ” He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head into his chest, he kissed the top of it and said ,
“I would be honoured, Thank you Keira . ” He was so sincere and before I was reduced to tears I said.
“You ’ r e welcome, but no selling it on eBay !” He laughed and picked me up like I had been a small child, swinging me around but as he did this my leg knocked a book to the floor . He put me down and picked it up and before I could grab it back, he had opened it.
“ No don't!” But it was too late. M y book of Demons was being folded back, page after page in his hands. He was shaking his head at all I had seen in the time I had moved here but one picture he came to mad e him shake with an emotion I didn't know. I looked down and remembered the dream it came from.
It was after Layla had stabbed me, my first night in Draven's bed but I had forgotten the dream until it came back to me nights later. I ’d been in Afterlife dancing with some old school friend of mine , when I could see a pair of strange eyes watching me. At first in the dream I had thought they had belonged to Draven but when I saw the body emerge from the shadows it was a man I had never seen before.
He was very tall like Draven, with wide shoulders that look ed built for swinging a warriors Axe. But that's where the similarities ended. Where Draven was olive skinned and had dark features, hair, eyes, this guy was the opposite. He had blonde hair, tied back from his face but it was cut just above where his spine started. He had very pale skin which just enhanced his startling dark blue eyes.
He had strong features, with a square jaw and hard mouth. He was stunning but frightening as hell! It was mainly down to his eyes and the way they follow ed me . Every movement my body made with the music he matched with his gaze. It was both freezing and fiery. It was the look of a natural born killer and he had just found his next victim, only this creature like d to play first.
I remember trying to ignore him in my dream but it was as if he was forcing himself into my brain, using my mind against me. My eyes weren't my own , so when I couldn't look away from him, I saw he was no longer in the distance, no he was now right in front of me. I tried to run but my legs wouldn't
He had in his hands the first painting that had done since I was kidnapped by Morgan years ago. It was of the view next to the house of the surrounding mountains and lush waves of green forest that was in the masses. He was staring at it so intently that I don't think he noticed I wa s back in the room. Of course I was wrong.
“You painted this?” He asked without looking at me and I walked over to him to look down at my mixture of greens and blues. I shamefully said ,
“Yes, it isn't very good I know but it's something I have always enjoyed doing . ” He turned to face me and looked at me with a serious eye. He placed his fingers over my lips.
“Keira, how can you say these things, your work is beautiful and your emotions show on the canvas, you were happy when you painted this , I can tell .” He looked back at it as though he was proud and I could feel my eyes welling up. I don't really know why I had this reaction but if I were to guess I would put it down to my past.
It had been because of art that I had met Morgan as he had been my tutor (under false pretences). He had loved my art also but I later found that even if I had swallowed a bucket of paint and then threw up on the paper he would have loved it. He was sick and twisted and the whole ex perience made me turn my back on my passion . Until of course I met Draven. Maybe this is why he like d this picture so much, maybe he knew it was down to him.
“Then I would like you to have it..... But of course only if you want it that is . ” He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head into his chest, he kissed the top of it and said ,
“I would be honoured, Thank you Keira . ” He was so sincere and before I was reduced to tears I said.
“You ’ r e welcome, but no selling it on eBay !” He laughed and picked me up like I had been a small child, swinging me around but as he did this my leg knocked a book to the floor . He put me down and picked it up and before I could grab it back, he had opened it.
“ No don't!” But it was too late. M y book of Demons was being folded back, page after page in his hands. He was shaking his head at all I had seen in the time I had moved here but one picture he came to mad e him shake with an emotion I didn't know. I looked down and remembered the dream it came from.
It was after Layla had stabbed me, my first night in Draven's bed but I had forgotten the dream until it came back to me nights later. I ’d been in Afterlife dancing with some old school friend of mine , when I could see a pair of strange eyes watching me. At first in the dream I had thought they had belonged to Draven but when I saw the body emerge from the shadows it was a man I had never seen before.
He was very tall like Draven, with wide shoulders that look ed built for swinging a warriors Axe. But that's where the similarities ended. Where Draven was olive skinned and had dark features, hair, eyes, this guy was the opposite. He had blonde hair, tied back from his face but it was cut just above where his spine started. He had very pale skin which just enhanced his startling dark blue eyes.
He had strong features, with a square jaw and hard mouth. He was stunning but frightening as hell! It was mainly down to his eyes and the way they follow ed me . Every movement my body made with the music he matched with his gaze. It was both freezing and fiery. It was the look of a natural born killer and he had just found his next victim, only this creature like d to play first.
I remember trying to ignore him in my dream but it was as if he was forcing himself into my brain, using my mind against me. My eyes weren't my own , so when I couldn't look away from him, I saw he was no longer in the distance, no he was now right in front of me. I tried to run but my legs wouldn't
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