Wicked 11 (His Side)

Today is the day…

I have felt good
Since she came
Into this world.

But today
I’m thrilled
I’m almost done
Grooming myself
To meet her.

Five hundred years
Have passed by.
Today
She will
Finally be mine
Once again.

It was hard
Not to show
My emotions.

My restrain was
My vow with Ernest
Not to come close
To her
Until her 18th birthday
so I had to keep away.
Even when she came
to me
I had to be silent
and cold.
Not a good start
at all.
But today
Will be the end
Of that
I’ll finally show
my true self.

Leia
My lovely honey eyes
Frail like jasmines
In full bloom
With such a sweet
Smell
Under the moonlight.

Finally
Behind this door
Is my betrothed
What face will she make?

I opened the door
And there was
Only a note
“The kingdom is yours
Don’t look for me
Since I won’t exist anymore.”

My heart sank

I was shocked!

But I felt her presence
Her unique blood
That keeps us vampires
From desiring only blood.

Then, I saw it.
A blood stone
Who?
Who took her?

Who dared?!

To go against me?!
I grabbed the stone

Enraged
I left the mansion.
In search for my beloved.

Wicked 10

By RRSuperNova

***** Continuation *****

It does makes me wonder
What was he thinking
The entire time?
Also
What was true
And what was not?

I still remember
The day I was gonna
Visit the children’s home
Even though I was a teenager
At the time
They took care of me
Since I had no memory
No relatives
Nothing.

I had a sponsor back then
Who would of thought
That Rose was being kind
I guess she was worried
Even though
She has no link
To us vampires.
Well I guess
She does now.
I will be
Forever grateful.

I had a 3 day weekend
During that time.
As I was packing
He came and hugged me
Whispering in my ear
“You are mine
Don’t ever leave.”

I was shocked!
So I turned
Looked at him
With astonished eyes
“Why would I leave?”
Now I understand why
He turned his head
mumbling
“Yeah, why would you?”

He hugged me stronger
As a scared kid
Hugging his teddy bear
On a cold scary night.

Why dis he do that?
I kept staring at the floor…

I felt a sudden gasp of wind
Coming from the window
So I stood up
And as I was approaching
The window
I heard that husky voice
Whispering “Leia”
behind me.

I stopped in bewilderment
And I panicked…

“Oh no!
He is alive!”

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 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 4

By RRSuperNova

His deep voice
Saying hi
A high pitch introduction
Into my life
Simple
Yet
It resonated as
A thousand daggers
Flung into my unarmored heart.

I became conscious
Of his obsidian
Uncontrolled and sculptured hair.
His heart-shaped lips
Natural
Yet beyond anything
I’ve ever seen.
His collarbone…

What am I thinking?!!

Even now looking at those flames
I still feel the heat
Of that masterpiece…

Anyways
Now I know
That was also part of the trap…

Wicked 3

By RRSuperNova

*****  CONTINUATION *****

Mathew was his name
“Gift of God”
A very peculiar name
A bit bitter to my taste.

Or probably
I should of known
That the aftertaste
Would of been bitter
As it has always been.
If only I had known…

Maybe I would have
The courage to turn down
That dazzling smile
That invisible rope
That grasped my soul.

Maybe
Just maybe…

Strand

There was no God
To be spoken to…

Broken

No miracle
No magic casted…

Broken

Just one strand
That one freaking strand
I hung to…

Clung

No matter how beaten…

Desperately

No matter how deep into soil…

Brazenly

Even when crumbled…

I clung

Clung to that
one shining strand…

And I

Depended of
That one and only…

Sanity

Today is a broken day…

Faith

Yet tomorrow will be
another page…

Yes

This one insignificant strand…

Sanity combined with faith.

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