World So Cold
Beauty of the Dark
“Let’s go to the gardens. There’s a maze there,” said Damon. We walked through the house and out into the warm Italian air. The smell of flowers engulfed me. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet smell.
Opening my eyes I saw Damon release my arm and walk away. I stood still watching him as he approached a patch of flowers. I heard the snap of a stem and then Damon was walking back towards me, one hand behind his back.
He came to stand in front of me. “Close your eyes,” he commanded. I did so with a second’s hesitation. I was then met with the smell of a flower. I could feel the petals graze the skin on lips and tip of my nose.
“It smells heavenly,” I breathed my lips brushing the soft petals. I went to open my eyes but Damon scolded me and told me to keep my eyes closed.
“Can you guess what type of flower this is?” he asked. I could hear the smugness in his voice. He didn’t think I could. And surrounded by all these other smells it would be a miracle if I could.
“How could I know if I can’t see it?” I wondered with my eyes still closed. Damon didn’t answer but instead moved the flower from my nose and swept across my jaw. The light touch sent chills over my body.
Trying to ignore the touch and think was proving to be difficult, especially when the touch would graze over my lips. I breathed in the scent of the flower again and its smell stirred a memory in my mind. It was of when Stefan and I were running through the garden.
I was running away from Stefan and he was chasing me. Looking back I was sure he was letting me evade him on purpose. As I was going around one turn my dress caught on one of the bushes and tore. I immediately stopped and clutched at the tear in my dress.
A piece of the fabric was now stuck in a bush filled with purple flowers. Stefan ran up beside me and stopped. He wasn’t even panting. “What happened?” he asked concerned.
“I tore my dress,” I said gesturing to the strip of fabric waving in the light breeze. Stefan went over and plucked it out of the bush. “What kind of flowers are those?” I asked.
“These are roses,” said Stefan.
“Roses? Roses are supposed to be red. I thought only lilacs were purple.” I moved over to the bush to examine the flowers more closely. They indeed looked exactly like roses except purple in color. I bent forward and smelled one of the lovely flowers.
“Careful,” said Stefan and I immediately pulled back. “These are my father’s favorite flowers. He often comes out and sits near them,” he gestured to the bench nearby. “If anything happened to them he’d be extremely upset.”
“Oh,” I said and moved away from them. I wouldn’t want to get on his father’s bad side. Still I loved the way the flowers smelled and how they were different from what they were supposed to be. They were rebellious against the norm and what people thought they should be.
“It’s a rose,” I said to Damon.
“Correct,” said Damon. He pulled the rose away and I opened my eyes. In Damon’s hands he held a perfectly developed rose. It was purple in color.
“Damon, aren’t these your father’s favorite flowers?” I asked concerned.
“Yes, they are,” said Damon with a smile. Damon handed me the flower and I accepted it, careful to avoid the thorns.
“Won’t he be upset that you destroyed them?” Damon shrugged not caring.
“He often gets upset over petty things,” said Damon. “And I often see you admiring them when you and Stefan stroll through the garden. I thought you would love to have one.”
“Oh, I do,” I assured him. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Damon.”
“My pleasure,” he said giving a short, quick bow. Then taking my arm again we continued towards the maze.
I woke up once again panting. Each dream I have unsettles me more and more. He’s not someone I want to remember. He’s not someone I could forget either.
Opening my eyes I saw Damon release my arm and walk away. I stood still watching him as he approached a patch of flowers. I heard the snap of a stem and then Damon was walking back towards me, one hand behind his back.
He came to stand in front of me. “Close your eyes,” he commanded. I did so with a second’s hesitation. I was then met with the smell of a flower. I could feel the petals graze the skin on lips and tip of my nose.
“It smells heavenly,” I breathed my lips brushing the soft petals. I went to open my eyes but Damon scolded me and told me to keep my eyes closed.
“Can you guess what type of flower this is?” he asked. I could hear the smugness in his voice. He didn’t think I could. And surrounded by all these other smells it would be a miracle if I could.
“How could I know if I can’t see it?” I wondered with my eyes still closed. Damon didn’t answer but instead moved the flower from my nose and swept across my jaw. The light touch sent chills over my body.
Trying to ignore the touch and think was proving to be difficult, especially when the touch would graze over my lips. I breathed in the scent of the flower again and its smell stirred a memory in my mind. It was of when Stefan and I were running through the garden.
I was running away from Stefan and he was chasing me. Looking back I was sure he was letting me evade him on purpose. As I was going around one turn my dress caught on one of the bushes and tore. I immediately stopped and clutched at the tear in my dress.
A piece of the fabric was now stuck in a bush filled with purple flowers. Stefan ran up beside me and stopped. He wasn’t even panting. “What happened?” he asked concerned.
“I tore my dress,” I said gesturing to the strip of fabric waving in the light breeze. Stefan went over and plucked it out of the bush. “What kind of flowers are those?” I asked.
“These are roses,” said Stefan.
“Roses? Roses are supposed to be red. I thought only lilacs were purple.” I moved over to the bush to examine the flowers more closely. They indeed looked exactly like roses except purple in color. I bent forward and smelled one of the lovely flowers.
“Careful,” said Stefan and I immediately pulled back. “These are my father’s favorite flowers. He often comes out and sits near them,” he gestured to the bench nearby. “If anything happened to them he’d be extremely upset.”
“Oh,” I said and moved away from them. I wouldn’t want to get on his father’s bad side. Still I loved the way the flowers smelled and how they were different from what they were supposed to be. They were rebellious against the norm and what people thought they should be.
“It’s a rose,” I said to Damon.
“Correct,” said Damon. He pulled the rose away and I opened my eyes. In Damon’s hands he held a perfectly developed rose. It was purple in color.
“Damon, aren’t these your father’s favorite flowers?” I asked concerned.
“Yes, they are,” said Damon with a smile. Damon handed me the flower and I accepted it, careful to avoid the thorns.
“Won’t he be upset that you destroyed them?” Damon shrugged not caring.
“He often gets upset over petty things,” said Damon. “And I often see you admiring them when you and Stefan stroll through the garden. I thought you would love to have one.”
“Oh, I do,” I assured him. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Damon.”
“My pleasure,” he said giving a short, quick bow. Then taking my arm again we continued towards the maze.
I woke up once again panting. Each dream I have unsettles me more and more. He’s not someone I want to remember. He’s not someone I could forget either.
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Juliet's just tortured over Damon. She hates him, but she can't help but feel something. I hope your getting that out of this story.The question is why does she hate him? And why does she feel something? What's gonna happen to them?
Does anyone know what a purple rose symbolizes? I'll post the answer to that in the next chapter.