Sylvie
I jolted awake, my mind jumbled and all mush. I felt between my legs and it was so wet. My dream had such effect on me. And worst of all, it was so unhinged. Us covered in blood, doing it hard, just the way I like it. I thrust my finger in me and rubbed my clit the way he does but it wasn't enough. My fingers weren't as thick as his and the movements were sloppy at best. Frustrated, I stepped in my bathroom and had a quick cold shower too ease my need a bit.
That was when I saw it... the box.
I opened it to reveal a diamond necklace with a blue diamond pendant with our names encrusted on it. I imagined Vaughn placing a gun at the temple on who he got this necklace to perfect the crusting. I put it on as well as my other clothes and left my room. I knew Mark had his morning shifts today so I made my way to the cafe.
When I got there, I sat there just revelling in the aroma of roasted beans and coffee. The door bell rang signalling someone's entry. From my hind view, someone sat behind me and ordered an espresso with croissants.
The barista dropped the order on my table and left. I wanted to protest till I perceived his scent...Vaughn. I smiled for the second time today and it's all because of this man. He didn't say a word to me just letting me enjoy the silence. I then realized I don't know anything about him but he knows everything about me. I barely even know simple things about him except he is wealthy and has a blood obsession. I have never met his family or do I know what he likes nor have I seen his smile. Does he like winter or summer? Does he like colours? Obviously he don't, I have seen his bedroom. But still, does he even have allergies or any happy memories from his childhood?
I want to understand him not to change him but to adapt to his changes. I want to know what makes him tick and smile. I want to have that power on him just as he has on me. After brunch, he walked me anywhere other than home. I could feel his gaze on me as I walked. I liked it, the silence of his presence. It made me feel safe.
"Vaughn...can I ask you something?" I said, while I settled down on the bench. "What was your childhood like?" He stared at me, without saying anything for a while before he joined me on the bench. "It was boring. I was cold, hungry, tired, and homeless and uncared for," He said without any nostalgia or emotion. Whatever he was feeling he masked it well with a look of boredom and disinterest. "It was boring to see the other kids my age play with their bicycles and depend on their parent for support. All we ever knew was pain and torture and blood and merciless acts."
I could imagine Vaughn vividly, scrambling in the dark unable to process the happiness emitting from other children. "Do you have a family?" I asked, my hand reaching out for his. He looked at me and gave a nod. "Five brothers and a sister," He said with a smirk. "You wouldn't want to mess with them though. They are fucking unhinged. Except I was born crazy...them, they were made crazy."
"Do you have any good memory from your childhood? Do you remember anything good aside from blood spilling?" I asked, purposefully adding that last part knowing how much he likes the sight of blood. He turned to me and for the first time he grinned. "Yeah I do. I remember everything from the emotions I felt to the taste of the air.
His expression changed almost too suddenly and he pulled me close. "I don't think I can ever let you go, Sylvie." He said nuzzling my neck and inhaling me in. I don't think I can let him go either. I am beginning to feel like me again and safer than before. "I don't remember anything from my childhood unlike you do. It's ironic how a guy who remembers almost anything and a girl who remembers almost nothing could be together."
"Well, you are just not anyone; you're mine and forever remain that way." He muttered softly planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. Right there in the moment, I didn't want this day to end not for anything. I took out my phone and took a picture of us together. I wanted to cherish this moment till I die.
A few weeks passed, Mark didn't bother me much just made snide comments about my changes and left in a fit of rage whenever I wanted to go out to see Vaughn. I didn't want Vaughn coming here because no matter what Mark took minimal care for me and he was family so I didn't want Vaughn's hands on him yet. I was beginning to enjoy my days at school. I made a friend who happens to be my lab partner who I ignored for ages. Luckily, Tristan didn't expose my relationship with Vaughn but he still gives me the stink eye whenever he gets the chance to. As for Vaughn and I, we made too many porn in his office, bedroom, classroom, living room literally everywhere in his house and here at school.
I found out things I didn't know before about him like his allergy to pollen from flowers especially dandelions, his favourite music even his favourite colour which was red, the colour of my hair. He spent time finding the perfect shade of my hair colour so he could actually paint a side of his room with it.
We would pass each other in the hallway stealing glances at each other and later after school, we would kiss and fuck passionately in a dark alley. It always end with him scooping up my cum into my cunt. We took moonlit walks which was my favourite date plan he'd ever taken me after a visit to a secluded library he bought for my sake.
The school charity ball was around the corner and parents and guardians were called for a meeting to see their wards teachers to discuss arrangements for the event. I was excited, it was my very first willing ball. I avoided the ball because I was either too bruised or grounded. Mark made sure to stop me somehow to prevent me from meeting up with another guy.
Mark followed me all the way to school while all the while glaring at me so intensely that I could feel the heat...figuratively. I introduced him to most of my teachers all remaining Vaughn of course. "What about that one? He is your teacher, right?" He muttered pointing at Vaughn who was leaning on the threshold of his class, his eyes on me. My heart literally skipped a beat at the sight of him. "Yeah I totally forgot. Let's go." I said trying to calm the anxious feeling brewing in me.
"Mark, we meet again... come in." Vaughn said rather politely as he did other parents. The moment we entered the classroom, the mask disappeared even though he had a smile on. "Let's cut to the chase. Sylvie and I have decided that she will not be attending the ball and we will appreciate it if you inform other teachers hoping she would be there.
Vaughn didn't say a word for a minute or two just silently staring at the both of us. My hurt was evident and I wanted to lash out but I kept it in accepting it. "I agree, she has been performing badly in her essays. She deserves to stay at home and study." He said with a tone of disinterest and boredom. That shocked me beyond recognition. "Right I am glad we actually came to an agreement. You know I actually might start liking you after all."
"I am going to the ball," I muttered, turning my hands into fists. Mark turned to me, flashing me one of his "Don't defy me" looks. I was already too angry to care. I stood up staring him straight in the eyes. "I said I am going and you don't fucking own me. I want to go and that's final, Mark." I yelled, breathing heavily at my outburst.
"Did you see that?" He asked Vaughn who just shrugged. "You fucking bitch!" He said, raising his hand to hit me. I shrank, closing my eyes waiting for the impact but it never came. I opened my eyes to see Vaughn stopping his hand right in time. "You shouldn't hit a woman, Mark. It's disrespectful and downgrading." He said in a tone that was too calm but carried weight.
"Let me fucking go, you son of a bitch... let me show her some manners or else I'll teach you manners." He yelled, struggling in Vaughn's grip. "For someone who claims to own her, you can barely keep her in check and your silly temper too," He muttered. "I may look calm, Mark but in my mind I've killed you 20 times in 5 minutes in 10 different ways with my bare hands. It is just a matter of when to make it reality." Vaughn said maintaining eye contact. For the first time, I saw Mark tremble in fear. Vaughn released him and walked up to me taking my hand in his, reassuring me like he promised.
"You are fucking crazy. You must be out of your goddamn mind, both of you." Mark yelled, scrambling out in fear. "Of course I'm out of my mind, it's dark and scary in there." Vaughn said, a chuckle escaping him.
Then I saw it, the silent encouragement, the training he has been giving me unknowingly. He made me stand up to one of my biggest fears and do it unapologetically at the same time blocking the consequences for me.
I stepped on his shoes, tipping my toes to meet his height, before planting a kiss on his lips. I brushed my lips against his, using my tongue to coax his lips to open up to me. He seemed surprised at first but when I attempted to pull away, he stopped me, taking the reins this time. My knees buckled under his heated touch. I don't plan to let go of my feelings for him. I pulled away, holding his cheeks. "I almost doubted you, I'm sorry." He looked at me and smiled ever so softly. "Why apologize? That was the first true thing you said to him and yourself. Don't ruin it with regret." He kissed me so dominatingly yet so gently. I am slowly accepting that I love him.