Her expression didn’t change. She had spent the past few weeks thinking about this. How it would be easier for them both if she just moved back to Greece and out of his life. He had his brother forever now and she would find someone else some day. Or at least that’s what she told herself. There would never be another chance at a love like this for her. First she had Dante and now Mikus. Lightening never strikes in the same place three times. “Well you never really told me other wise.” She crossed her arms over her chest almost as if in a defensive way. “You don’t have to say it Mik. I get it.”

The youngling felt the rage brewing inside of him. “Says who? Who said you were second to Niklas? Was it me? Becuase me saying that is the only thing that matters yet I can’t think of a time that I’ve ever said that.” He hissed at her. It wasn’t long until his fangs came out if Rosie kept this going. Second to Niklas, as if.

Rosette was silent for a moment before saying, “I know I am. I have for a while. I just…I just thought eventually things may change.”

I wasn’t going to outlive my own brother when the solution was stirring me right in the face!

….You think you’re second? 

Of course I am talking about him! You turned him and now he's yours forever but where does that leave me? I am not someones second choice!

You aren't my prodigy anymore! You don't need me, you have your own and...and I miss that bond. Knowing that someone needs me...

You’re talking about Nik? 

You said you were never going to get another one. Because you had me!

You have your fratello now...

I think I found a new prodigy.

Don’t need you? Are you fucking high? 

….What? 

I am. I decided this. You don't need me anymore and I found a new prodigy there...

No, you’re not.

I'm moving to Greece. Alone.

….I’m not following.

No. Just me.

We’re moving?

It was like being home again....I actually wanted to talk to about that...Ive been thinking about moving back there.

Ro-ro! Hey, baby. How was Greece? 

"Mikus? I'm home..."

Afire Love || Solo

They say lightning never strikes in the same place twice. That if you fall in love twice you never really loved the first one. Yet they also say you never fully stop loving someone either…all of this confused young Rosette who was told these and countless others at her young age. The curly haired brunette was more happy to nod her head, pretend to listen to whatever her elders were telling her, advice they swore by, but as soon as they were gone she went back to believing what her brothers and their friends had told her. Love didn’t exist. It was something someone made up for fairy tales, to give a happy ending and a reason for the prince to risk his life for a girl he just met. She learned this quick, her eldest brother teasing her when he caught her reenacting the stores with her dolls her papa got her. Always wanting to fit in with her brothers, Rosette quickly took to this belief and swore never to marry because what’s the point if your prince was just after you for your dowry? Then she met Dante.

She never expected to fall for the stubborn, caramel eyed, handsome stable boy, yet somewhere between their fights and Rosettes over dramatic pouting, she did. Dante was also the one she ran to when the town boy who she would hope to start courting her, decided to court someone else instead. Apparently her rambunctious attitude was something that he did not find attractive in a potential wife, but that wasn’t the case for everyone. Under the stars, Rosette received her first kiss from her stable boy and every belief her older brothers drilled into her head about love being a myth dissolved into nothing but thoughts about those lips on hers.

Their relationship was kept a secret, they had too. Her papa wanted her to practically marry royalty, and Dante was no where near that. This meant sneaking out, stolen kisses under the stars, and nights of passion in the meadows behind the barn. Rosette was living a fairy tale of her own, which left her giddy and high on the love that flew between the two. It felt like nothing could go wrong, that maybe she would get her happily ever after after all...until she got pregnant. What was supposed to be a joyous occasion, turned into a nightmare. She wasn’t married, the child was with a man she loved but her papa would never approve and there was no such thing as a single mother back then. Or at least ones that showed their faces in public. Rosette was in a mess and she knew it and with no way out of it she told the father and the reaction she got was one she did not expect. Pure joy. They were going to be parents, Rosette a mother, something she always dreamed of, and Dante would be right beside her the whole time. He proved this to her by proposing to her, asking her to run away with him and get married. She said yes and the next morning they were gone, with only a letter to explain her absence.

The next few months were like a dream for the girl. She was married in a small church with no one but herself, Dante, and the ordained minister. The baby was growing healthy and strong and she was a lady of the household. A very very small household but she was still one.  Everything her brothers had told her about love was a lie and it was being proved to her daily. How could love be a myth when he looked at her like she was the one who hung stars in the night sky? The young bride and mother to be wondered this at night as she thought about the family she left behind. Her only conclusion was that her brothers hadn't found someone that looked at them that way. Her heart went out for them. She knew what it was like to live believing that lie.

She was almost nine months along when her husband fell at his work. Having no nobility to his name, he was set doing odd jobs around the town they lived it. The town new the baby was on the way and were very eager to help the new couple that arrived with a mysterious past. That's why they were eager to help Dante when he fell. When she opened their door and saw her husband broken in the town arms, the young wife fell to her knees and began to sob. One look and you knew he wasn’t going to make it. His damages were too great. That was their last night together, her sitting beside his bed, his hand in hers as the tears fell down her face. He slept through it all, only waking up once to tell his young wife that he loved her and he had since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He was gone when the sun rose the next morning, leaving Rosette and her unborn baby alone to sob and silently curse at the heavens above for letting this happen to them. For taking him too soon.

At a young age of seventeen, Rosette Moretti was alone, pregnant and scared. She had no other options but to go home, for the first time in almost five months. While she knew that they would probably never accept her, or even help her, she knew she had no other choice. It was either go home or die. Knocking on her childhood door, her fist shook, as her other hand laid protectively on her stomach. The babe was all she had of her husband now.  She had sold everything else that they had own to pay her way back home. The door flew open and there stood her oldest brother, his eyes widened in shock only to grow when they landed on her swollen belly. Rosette opened her mouth, not sure what she was about to say when the door shut in her face. Her heart shattered and the hand that was used to knock was raised to her mouth as the sobs began escape her mouth. If she needed another sign that she was really alone, it was Raleigh slamming the door in her face. Her oldest brother, the one that was so quick to take under his wing, teach her the ways of the world as well as protecting her was so quick to slam the door, shutting her out of his life. Like she wasn’t his baby sister anymore. Her already weakened body gave out, letting her fall to her knees on the doorstep, not even having the strength to keep the tears at bay anymore. She had lost everything that she loved most...well not everything. She still had her baby and that was all she needed.

Not even a minute later the door flew open and her other brother picked her up and brought her inside. When she woke up the next morning she was laying in her bed, with her mama next to her, wiping a washcloth over her head to cool her off. Apparently the stress had caused her to go into early labor, her mama explained in soft soothing tones. She only used that voice when something was wrong. Sitting up she finally felt her body’s reminders of the labor from the night before and she looked at her mama scared, asking where her baby was. It was her mother’s turn to cry  and as she didn’t meet her daughter’s eyes she explained that she had a beautiful baby girl they named Octavia after her grandmother but she didn’t have a chance. It was a stillbirth.

She thought she had experienced the worst kind of pain when her husband died next to her, barely remembering her name, but that was before she knew the pain of losing a child. She didn’t even get the chance to look at her baby girl, to tell her that she loved her, to dress her up in dresses and tell her stories that her mama and papa told her when she was a child. She never got the chance to be a mother herself. There were no more tears left in her small body, she had spent them all on her husband's death, instead she laid there for weeks, refusing to eat, not finding the will to go on anymore. It was also then that she vowed never to love someone like she did Dante again. There was no point because like her elders had told her over and over again, lightning never struck in the same place twice.

One year ago.

The streets of New York were always busy, it was one of the things the cold hearted vampire loved about them. The way she could slip easily between people, as she talked for her next meal. No longer was she the girl sobbing into her pillow because the world was unfair to her. No, she was a goddess now. She had power, strength, charm and whatever she wanted she got. Oh if her younger self could see her now. The one who’s main focus was getting what she wanted, not dark haired men that lied. She was living her dream, a bat of an eyelash and the world bent to her wishes, she really was a goddess and she deserved to be treated as one.

Batting her eyelashes, she made her way into a club nearby, with hopes of finding someone to hold her over for the night. Not just in blood but company as well. Ever since she left her prodigy's body splattered against her walls in Greece, she was starting to get a bit lonely. It took her almost a decade but she was getting there. Her eyes scanned the club, as she walked over to the bar, aware of the eyes that were on her, they always were some on her. Wherever she went, she claimed the rooms attention, and the tight red dress on she at that moment was also a factor. She was beautiful and she knew it. Passing the bartender her ID, she ordered a true Bloody Mary, before leaning back against the bar, in a sensual way and began her hunt. There was people and vampires off all shapes and sizes, of all colors and nationalities and as she sipped on her drink she mused to herself about what flavor she was into tonight. Other vampires might argue with her but she’s had enough to tell a difference.

Finally her eyes landed on her next meal. He was blonde, had blue eyes and arms to die over. Smiling to herself, she could already picture him tied to her bedpost begging. Finishing her drink she sat the empty glass down on the bar and began to head over to the boy. She was halfway there when someone walked over to the blonde, and if heart was still breathing it would have stopped. Her eyes grew wide as her composure fell. The room began to feel like she was shrinking leaving only her and the brunette next to the boy she first had sights on. He was all she could look at and think about in those few seconds. When he turned and their eyes met, it felt like her heart had restarted in her chest as she gasped out on simple word, “Dante.”

Ed Sheeran - Afire Love

How could love be a myth when he looked at her like she was the one who hung stars in the night sky?

You have brothers? What are their names?

I keep wanting to name him after my brothers, but I don’t think they’d like that. What names do you like?

I would love too, I'm a great namer.

It’s nice to meet you. I’m Lex. Missy’s a really cute name, maybe you can help me decide my puppy’s name.