Love Comes In Many Dangerous Forms

Dream

I felt my eyes become weighted down as he brushed my hair. And I fell asleep.

I was in a room, a very familiar room. Gold painted walls covered in old tapestries, and large windows letting the moonlight shine through. A large glass chandelier hung elegantly in the center of the room, the crystals sparkled as the candles illuminated their natural beauty. Clear marble tiles lined the floor perfectly. The staircase railing was woven in gold ribbon. The ballroom.

I stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by different immortals – fairies, vampires, elves, trolls, angels, demons, and witches – all of them dancing happily together. No one saw me though; I was completely invisible to their eyes. I frowned and tried to talk to someone, ask them what was going on, but when I did, they couldn’t hear me.

I looked around the room, distraught, trying to find a familiar face. I only saw one. I ran towards him. It couldn’t be true.

“Michael?!” I screamed as my heart swelled with sorrow and joy.

I weaved around the guests carefully until I got to him. But when I did he didn’t, he couldn’t see me just like everyone else.

“Michael?” I reached out to him, but when I touched him; my hand disappeared into his shoulder.

I pulled my hand away horrified. I tried to understand what happened, but I couldn’t come up with anything.

“Michael?” a familiar terrifying voice called out. I froze.

“Yes father?” he answered as his father walked toward us.

My former owner, King Derik Simmer. I suppressed the urge to run away, to hide. His face was a cold a stone, his green eyes soulless. His lips were pressed together in a tight line. His posture was stiff, perfect. His dark brown hair was slicked back neatly, contrasting against his pale skin.

“You’ve been with the slave again,” Derik accused angrily. I knew immediately that he was talking about me.

“She has a name,” Michael shot back.

“She’s worthless, Michael, she’s below you. You are not to associate with her,” he ordered.

“No she’s not,” Michael glared up at his father, “I
love her, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

The king was furious, “I can do, and will do anything I want with that little bitch.”

I glared at him as Michael hissed at him, “Go to hell,” and stormed away

I knew that Michael and his parents never had a great relationship – Michael hated them and them he. But he always stood up for me, and I owed him my life.

I quickly followed him not knowing what else to do.

He walked to the far corner of the room and leaned against the wall, not bringing attention to himself. His light brown hair fell in his face, covering his green eyes. His light freckles were splashed across his cheeks and nose. I felt agony wash through me as I watched him. He was killed because of me.

“I love you, Cassie,” he whispered, to no one.

“I love you, too, Michael,” I smiled sadly and sat on the floor next to him.

I heard the sound of the large doors opening broke my attention away from Michael. Three people walked out, one was a guard and two familiar strangers – Clara Night and Blaine Locke, Jimmy’s parents.

I quickly stood up, startled, no they were dead. But then again, so was Michael. My head spun in confusion.

I watched them warily as they walked flawlessly down the stairs all eyes were on them. Something was familiar about Blaine, but not because I saw him lying dead two and a half years ago, something else made him more familiar. He had deep blue eyes and dark brown hair that was combed neatly to the side. He wore a dark midnight black tuxedo that made his skin look paler than it already was.

Clara looked even more familiar. I recognized her sea blue eyes, Jimmy’s eyes. Her hair was twisted elegantly into an assortment of braids and twists. There were gold lilies interested into her hair a shade or two darker than her golden locks. She wore a tiara that was set perfectly onto her head. She was wearing a long golden dress, matching the lilies, that flowed down to the floor gracefully. Her wedding ring was set on her left hand.

“Introducing King Blaine Damon Locke and his bride, Mrs. Clara Serene Night Locke,” the guard boomed as they reached the floor.

Blaine kissed Clara’s cheek quickly, as if they were kids, and wrapped his arms securely around her tiny waist. She smiled up at him, but her eyes wandered around the room, until they locked onto someone. I quickly followed her gaze and was confused.

Derik was glaring murderously at Blaine, but when he saw Clara, his face softened remarkably.

Clara looked away immediately, her teeth bit into her bottom lip as Blaine lead her to the middle of the room. His lips pressed against her ear, and murmured softly, “Don’t worry about him,” I frowned; I doubted anyone else could hear it, but it sounded like he whispered it in my ear.

“I’ll be right back,” I promised Michael and followed the couple and watched them as they danced flawlessly together. But after the first dance, Derik appeared standing next to Clara.

“May I cut in?” he hissed at Blaine through his teeth.

Blaine glared at him, but stepped aside nonetheless. He kissed Clara and whispered, “I’ll be over there if you need me,” and walked reluctantly away.

Clara nodded and was jerked into Derik’s arms, “Hello, Clara.”

“Derik,” Clara narrowed her eyes at him, “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited, wasn’t I?” he smirked down at her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Clara frowned as he twirled her.

“But I am.”

“Derik,” Clara groaned, “When are you going to stop?”

He was serious now, “Clara, don’t you see, we are supposed to be together.”

“But I don’t love you, Derik. You changed me, and I owe you my life, but I just don’t love you,” she explained.

“Stop saying that, Clara. I know you do,” he stated looking down at her.

“I love Blaine. I have always loved him, and I always will,” she broke away from his grasp.

“You’ll regret that, Clara. Mark my words, you will regret choosing him,” he hissed and stormed away.

Blaine came back and hugged her to him protectively, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, shakily leaning her head against his broad shoulder.

I felt something pull me away from them and I was in the library, Clara was sitting by the window bench. Her body was shaking uncontrollably; her face was covered by her hands. She was crying.

I bit my lip and walked over to her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, knowing she couldn’t hear me.

Blaine walked through the doors smiling, but was quickly replaced with concern and ran over to Clara, “Clara?! What’s wrong?”

Clara looked up, startled, and quickly wiped her bloodied eyes, “Blaine, I have to tell you something,” she sobbed into his shoulder as he picked her up and held her in his arms.

“What is it Clara?” he asked her urgently, as he kissed away her tears.

“Blaine… I’m pregnant,” she bit her lip trying to stifle another sob.

Blaine’s widened, shocked, but then a wide smile spread across his face as he gently laid Clara down on the sofa. He knelled down beside her his hands stroked her hair lightly whispering, “Finally,” and tears of his own clouded his blue eyes.

So that’s why I haven’t seen Jimmy here, he wasn’t born yet.

Blaine smiled, “Can I get you anything?” he asked taking her hand and stroking the back of it gently.

“Could you call Elizabeth for me?” she asked looking out the window.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he kissed her forehead and walked away.

Clara jumped up and ran over to a bookshelf and threw the books on the ground, tears.

She flipped through the pages ripping out the ones with pictures on them and threw them into the lit fireplace. Bloody tears of turmoil streamed down her face. I didn’t see who was on the pictures, though.

“Go to hell,” she whispered, staring at the flames

I felt the tugging sensation again and I was outside, in the courtyard.

Clara was there, but so was Elizabeth.

“What am I going to El?” Clara asked putting her head in her hands.

“You didn’t tell him?” Elizabeth whispered shocked.

“You didn’t see his face. He was so happy I couldn’t tell him. This is all we’ve ever wanted. And I already love him,” Clara explained defeated.

“But what if he finds out?”

“He won’t,” Clara stated, “He can’t.”

“What are you going to do if he comes back?” Elizabeth touched Clara’s shoulder timidly.

“I don’t know, El. I just don’t know,” she told her.

I was in my bedroom, but instead of my bed, there was a crib. Clara and Blaine were both there, Clara held a baby in her arms, Jimmy. Blaine’s arms were snaked around her waist and she tilted her head and kissed his lips, smiling.

“What shall we name you?” Blaine asked the newborn.

“Blaine,” Clara stated smiling up at her husband, “I want to name him Blaine.”

It felt wrong, seeing Clara holding Jimmy. The truth was eating at me, tearing a whole in my heart. I wasn’t Jimmy’s real mother.

Blaine smiled, “I love you, Clara.”

“I lo-,”Clara was cut off by a crash.

Blaine frowned, “Stay here,” he cautioned Clara.

She grabbed his arm with her free hand, “I’m coming with you.”

Blaine was about to protest but the bedroom door slammed open. Burly guards stormed into the room and Derik appeared following them into the room.

“Hello, Clara,” Derik smirked as the guards swarmed around the family. I clenched my fists in anger, if they laid a hand on Jimmy.

“What do you want, Derik?” Clara hissed as the guards restrained her.

“I warned you, you would regret choosing him,” he stated simply, “Unless you wanted to change your mind.”

“Never,” she spat.

“Very well then,” Derik glared, “You can come in now,” he called out the door.

I felt fear prick at everywhere as I watched him enter the room. No, oh no.

“What are you doing here?” Blaine snarled.

He tilted his head, as if that offended him, with a sarcastic expression set on his horrifying face , “Aw B, I thought we were closer than that.”

“Go go to hell, you bastard,” Clara hissed at him.

“Oh hi, Clara!” he exclaimed in faux surprise, twilling a lock of her hair, “How’s my favorite little girl?”

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her,” Blaine demanded furiously.

Clara jerked her head away from him.

“Oh, I already have,” he smirked peering over at Blaine, “Isn’t that right Clara?”

“Fuck you,” Clara hissed.

He looked at her, smirking, as his gaze drifted down to Jimmy.

“No!” I screamed, trying to get him away from Jimmy, “Don’t you dare touch him,” but it was no use I couldn’t touch him.

“So this is your son of bitch?” he sneered down at Jimmy.

Clara held him closer to her, but he snatched him away from her.

“NO!” I screamed outraged, a helpless cry escaped Jimmy’s lips, “PUT HIM DOWN!”

“He looks like you,” he noted brushing his fingers across Jimmy’s cheek. A red haze clouded my vision as I watched him.

“You can mess with me, but you do not mess with my son,” I hissed.

“Don’t hurt him,” Clara ordered.

“You are in no position to order me, bitch,” he snarled down at her.

Clara glared at him and turned her head towards Derik, “How could you?”

“Simple my dear, you broke my heart, I take everything. Now get them out of my sight,” Derik ordered the guards.

Another scene.

Blaine and Clara were running through the dark forest. They were dressed in rags, and bloodied from their untreated wounds. Their eyes were blazing red with fear. Jimmy was latched onto Clara’s back, not letting go.

“Blaine, I can’t run anymore,” Clara told him defeated, as tears streamed down her face, “I just can’t run anymore.”

Blaine looked just as exhausted took Clara in his arms, kissing the top of her head, “Shhh, it’s going to okay.”

“Blaine, you have to take the baby and keep running,” Clara urged him as she held Jimmy tenderly in her arms; “I’ll meet you later, if I can.”

“No,” Blaine told her sternly, his blue eyes staring into hers, “We are a family, and we are staying together, no matter what,” he held his hand, that was wounded leaking black blood, “Now drink.”

“No, Blaine, no,” she refused pushing his hand away, “You need it more than I do.”

“I won’t have you starve, Clara. Now take it.”

She did, but right when she finished. A blur passed by them. And Blaine fell to his knees. Dead. His blood leaked out of his chest

Clara stood their shocked as she watched her husband lie there, motionless. Her eyes pooled with her emotions, anger, betrayal, pure agony, and heartbreak.

A dark shadow appeared in front of her, it was faceless and shapeless. It dropped something, it was covered in immortal blood, and looked like a large piece of flesh. I looked at it more closely, and saw that it was a heart. It was Blaine’s heart.

And that was when the screaming started.


And I woke up.
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I LOVE THIS CHAPTER!!! It's so sad, though. This chapter is dedicated to PacoTacoMan for her awesome comment! Remember keep guessing on who the unknown person is! No one has gotten the FULL right thing yet. Most of you have got little pieces right, but I want the whole thing! Like: What he is to Cassiel? What is he to Jimmy? What species does he rule? And who is his brother? Oh, and who do you think attacked Clara and Blaine??? Hmmm...