Wicked (His Side) 12

***** Continuation *****

“Oh! What’s this?
Look who’s coming?” Said Rose

“Cut it out Rose
Where is she?”

I wanted
To rip her apart
If it wasn’t for that
Dragon lover of hers.

It’s been two years
I’ve searched for Leia everywhere
Except
Rose’s territory…
Texas.

I need her permission
Since
She’s the current alpha.
Her
Being a Nahual
And that dragon lover of hers
A lethal combination
Against us
Vampires.

“I gave you my advice Mat
It’s late now
Let her be
Give her another year
Let her breathe.
She’s under my care
I promised her a peaceful life
At least until the spell wears off.
She still has another 3 years
So she’s safe
And unconsciously
She doesn’t even have eyes
For other guys
I honestly don’t know
If she is stubborn
Or just too loyal.
Anyways
She will graduate
In another year.
I’ll give you a chance
To enter my land
And settle for two years.
Only then
Can you break the spell.”

She’s talking as if
She doesn’t see…
I’m burning inside
Yet she keeps smirking
Knowing I have no say in this.

But still…

“Give me proof
A picture
At least once a week.”

“What?
Mat
Are you insane?”

“Rose
It’s been two years
My heart has been
In constant turmoil
Please”

She sighed
“Ok but remember
It’s your choice
If you want the same outcome.
You see
Her life is not decided by you
But by her.
You want her?
Court her
Love her
Make her fall for you so bad
That even when the spell is broken
She’ll still stays by your side…
Anyways
Come back in a year
And don’t disappoint me.”

She left
Leaving me with a sour mouth.
At least Leia is alive
And I will be able to see her
In a year’s time…

Wicked 9

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

A thought came to me
As I was being
Interrogated by the cops.
**Erase their memories**
But what’s the point
The fire needs to be stopped.
I need a bias to leave
And this is for the best.

After 5 years of absence
I need to proclaim
What is rightfully mine.
My lack of knowledge
In administration
Might be a set back
But I’m willing to fight.
since that’s my home
and they are my people…

“then, I’ll leave it to you
officers.” I walked away
Not far just next door
Which they found odd.
“Ah, forgot to say,
I’ll be staying at my neighbor’s house
Who is also my boyfriend.”
Their face suddenly changed
Yeap they understood
Case closed.

As I entered his home
I felt the emptiness of the place
Or is it the emptiness of my heart?
Great!
I have really fallen
Into his grasp!

Makes me wonder
If he even felt
At least a bit
Attracted
Or if any of those
Words
Those memories
Anything!
At least had a significance
To him.

Why?
Why did he make that face
When I pushed him away?
Why didn’t he dodge
My fire coming his way?

Wicked 8

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

“To be a human
You need to sacrifice your past
like being reborn
Loosing it all
And can only be done once.”
Those were Rose’s words

My naive self thought
That he would never set
Those deep navy blue eyes on me
Ever again.
Since the emblem was his.

Why?
Why would he look for me?
Was it just pride?
To mess up the toy
That left his grasp?

My foolish heart thought
That all the coincidences
Were fated
He being my neighbor
He being my boss
He liking a girl
With no background.

In fact
I should have known
When that coworker disappeared
I found it odd
I waited at the movies
After making plans.
He never showed up
I tried calling
Sent messages
But none were answered
Or returned.
He never showed up again
Not even at work.
I was careless…

I felt disappointed
After two hours of waiting
He showed up
I was looking at my phone
When those hearty lips
Showed next to me
Once again
That collarbone
I was flabbergasted
I heard with his sweet deep tone
“Ms. Leia?”

It was a shock
A tingling sensation
Entering my eardrum
And making its way
Inside my throat
Even beyond that.
The foolish me
Even thought
He was my savior.

He deliberately
Moved my world.
Knowing
Toying
Expecting
It was all
A big chess board…

He the big player
Moving the pieces
Me the black pawn
And my blocked memories
Invisible chains
That wouldn’t let me
Run away…

Wicked 7

By RRSuperNova

*****     Continuation   *****

Eight years ago
I decided to run away
My father
Gray haired
Hazelnut eyes
Rigorous man
Lord Evans
The lord of the north american vampires
Passed away.

I as his only successor
Became the new lord
In name only.
The real lord was
Mathew
He was my father’s right hand man
As well as my betrothed.

I was kept in the dark
My dad kept me
as his treasure
That gem
That needs to be untouched
And shiny to wait for the right man
To have the vampire kingdom transaction.

I hated it
There was no love
He was as cold as a stone
He just needed the emblem
To reign the kingdom.
So I left it
Along with a letter.
“The kingdom is yours
Don’t look for me
Since I won’t exist anymore.”

I asked Rose
To change me
To give me a different life.
I just wanted to free myself
From this rigid life
From being a mere figurine
In display to the clan.
This crown was too heavy
To uphold.
And I wanted a child of my own.
We as vampires can only
Give birth if our partner is human.
Of course that was out of the question
With him…

If only I had remembered him
Maybe I would have chosen differently…

Wicked 6

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

Or a means to his end?
I can’t say anymore…

The cops kept asking
Of him…

“Leia” I heard
With a husky deep voice
Whispered by the wind
Like that moonless night
After our first encounter.

The way he looked at me
Got me excited
I was expecting more
As he approached me.

My heart…
It was in a frenzy state
Yet his eyes
They kept me hypnotized.
Then I felt
Our fingers interlaced
He got closer
“You’re mine” he whispered…

I suddenly woke up
I was sweating
My mind was in a mess.
I desperately wanted him
After only seeing him one day.
I was a mess.

After a few weeks
Of good mornings and good nights
We grew together
Or at least that’s what I believed
I guess
It was just me
Since I was his mere possession
A crown princess for his mere collection…

Wicked 5

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

I who had no past
I who lived in pure bliss
My naive self
Who did not sense danger.

He who concealed his plan
Behind that beautiful mask.
And I who became a puppet
Moved by the very strings
That he moved as he pleased.

The window shattered
Probably by the heat
Who knows
The sirens were approaching
I looked at Tom
Still on his knees
Feeling the loss of his lord
Yet awaiting for my command.
“Go to the old house and wait.”

Like a shadow
He disappeared
While the fire truck lights
Entered my yard.

They jumped
Started to pump the water
As the cops interrogated me.

That damn fool
I tried my best to get away…

Yes
My selfishness
Of running away
From my loved clan
From my own crown
From my past self
By locking away
Even memories of him.

I had just one chance
To lose it all
Yet gain it all.
To be a human girl
And I lost that tonight.

Memories
It all came rushing
Hitting me like rocks
Tossed by an angry mob.

He who I desperately loved
Was the same person
Who I ran away from.

He knew
And dared to search everywhere
He finally got what he wanted
I was a mere pawn
An end to his means.

If only I knew…

Wicked 2

By RRSuperNova

*****  Continuation  *****

I should of picked it up that night
Even though it was a rundown house
The anomalies were beyond normal.

The blinking lights
The moving shadows
The feeling of being watched
The wind that caressed my nape
Goosebumps all over
Yet I attributed it to the storm.

I still remember
That beautiful face
That very next day
He who was
like a brilliant pearl.
Those navy blue eyes
That were as dark and profound
As the deepest part of the sea.
And that alluring smile
Welcoming me
Like the morning sun
To my new life.

At least that’s what I thought…

Wicked

By RRSupernova

Contrary to the night
The flames were portraying
My sorrowful face.

“You’re craaazzyy!”
I heard Tom shouting
While on his knees
And grasping his head
As if clinging to his sanity
Before it slips away…

I was… also trailing off
Into my own thoughts.
Trembling at my loss
As flames kept consuming
My cozy
Yet rundown house.

Since when?
Where did it go wrong?

I still remember
The moment I arrived
In this small town.
A small luggage
And a big dream.
I could feel it
As soon as
Stepping out of my car
The pressure
Running up my spine
Probably of my new life
That’s…
What I thought…

I should of picked it up that night…

Dragoness

By Rosalva Ruiz SuperNova

There is a legend
That only a few know
About this mysterious woman
Who’s face is still unknown
Yet her feats
Are recorded
In the Odd family scroll. 

A chivera from la frontera
Who passed from electronics
Food 
And some other tonteras. 

The one and only wedding aide
Who didn’t give access
To this celebrity fave
For the simple reason
That Fito Olivares was not written
In that page
Of course
Who would have known
That Rodolfo Olivares
Was his real name
A VIP guest
At least
that’s what’s written there. 

And well the list goes on
Array with beats
And souls that begin to flow.
That was her last job as such
That is for sure. 

Now let’s not forget
Of the many recorded
Falls from filming
“The one in a lifetime events”
Such as the time of that wedding
Where the bride’s arm
Suddenly arose
Trying to hold
something in the air
Their lips
As well as their eyes
Saying “Oh no!”
Then a white ceiling
Of the church
Came into view… 

This other time
Where instead of a white ceiling
It was the face of Jesus
With his arms wide open
Kind of saying pobrecita
Ahi va de nuevo otra caida… 

But
Fret not
That gave her the best idea
Pictures taken from the floor
She’s got quite a few
Of those.
The kiss in the air
From the groom and his bride
The funny faces from friends
And quinceañeras
Enjoying their time. 

The groom leaning
The dazed eyes
Anticipating a love song
And the fallen bow
Giving the perfect
Memory for years to come. 

While in the cloud
Makes one remember
That this woman
Is a dragoness in disguise
When the time comes by.
A whisperer of love
When the need is more.
A clown in the cloud
When the kids are around.
And last but not least
A cast speller
In an invisible town
When she holds
Her feathered pen
And writes in the air.

Creator or Maker?

From creation to cremation
Life, the core itself
Is full of iffies
Love becomes a goal for some
Others prefer serenity in their lives

Then there’s excellency
Which some reach
With tears and despair
And for others
Is like breeze in the air
The most natural thing on earth

Then again,
there are some
That have to fend for themselves
With no studies
Just the grace of God and will.

Although
the path at the beginning
is the same
Somehow with luxuries of the mind
From the bigger generation
Or lack of thereof
Marks the boost in creativity
Of the young fellows.

Then, like a diamond in the rough
If you use whichever tool
The cut won’t be precise
The diamond would be
Of poor quality use.

Now, if you got
another good diamond
You can make the most
Exquisite cuts
The best rainbow look
Not to mention
Higher price in the market.

But let’s not forget
Those loners
Wolves
leaders
Of them all.

Which makes one wonder
Is The Creator
the maker
of it’s creation?
Or is the maker,
the creator
of it’s creation?

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