Sweet Isabetta17:12 Dec 26 2008
Times Read: 554
The fog slowly lifted from over the surface of the lake as the morning light peeked through the trees branches which were as tall skeletons, robbed of their leaves. Though everything around her seem to be quite beautiful, something was missing..
She had Fallen for a dark prince, one she had no name of or really had met him. She only sees him in her dreams.
But were they really dreams? She often finds herself wondering, for they seemed to be so real. Nights of passion being in his embrace, the many times they danced in a dark room lit only by many candles, the sweet melody of the fiddles that sung her sweetest of lullabies..
The taste that lingers on her lips as the morning breaks makes her believe the nights she shared with this prince was very much real.. He told her in many of her dreams that she could never understand the reason he came to her..
Her beauty was enchanting as the sunset over the turquoise sea, her eyes like sapphires kissed by the sunlight in the early morning.. her hair as wild as the wind tossing her spiraled curls about her slender frame, her skin based like a sweet honey warmed by the embers of a hearth..
Many times in her dreams she vowed to be by his side for all eternity, but he would only leave her behind as the day breaks.. she couldn’t understand why he only came to her dreams to see her and was growing frustrated desiring to be with him every moment..
Finally it came the eve, she decided to not sleep, she forced herself to remain awake, perhaps to force him to reveal himself to her in her awaken state.. she set out all the best of china she had, chalices of crystal wine of the sweetest grapes chilled on ice..
She wore her best corseted dress, one of a sheer crimson shade that bared her shoulders, layers upon layers danced around her long honey toned legs, about her neck she wore a crimson blood stone that hung on a string of silver,
she awaited for him all through the night he never showed himself to her.. the next morning she rested and decided that she will wait for him that night again.. the night fell once more as she rose from her sleep, she glanced around only finding herself alone…
this pattern became a habit for her, sleeping all day then waking for the night fall to see if he would show, a week passed and no prince to be found.. she found herself becoming over- whelmed with depression, now believing he was no more then just a dream.
The midnight hour fell while she sat beneath the paled moon which reflected over the waters of the lake, a strange fog rolled in one of a great thickness, the moisture kissed her flesh while dappling her hair, leaving it to sparkle in the moonlight that seemed to beam down over her, she heard a sigh as steps moved from behind her, she stood froze in spot..
“who goes there?” she asked awaiting an answer.
‘You already know who I am Isabetta, why haven’t you rested in the eve?” He spoke with a baritone..
Finally he showed, she thought to herself beginning to turn and face him but she stops and lowers her head, perhaps scared of facing him ashamed by her impatience..
“How can one rest when all they desire is to hold the one they love in their arms while they are awake?” she questioned with a saddened tone..
“Isabetta,” He paused then continued in his words. “you know I can only reveal who I am in your dreams, I could harm you in any other way.” A sigh followed his answer, he remained afar from her yet his blue eyes seem to capture the moons life burning bright as they searched over her with a deep desire and passion..
She turned now being face to face with the one who stole her heart.. there he stood, ebony tresses that seem to sweep his shoulders, eyes that glowed with a strange ember like one that flickered over a hickory log that hadn’t fully dried.. his appearance much different then from what she could remember in her dreams.. yet it was the same Dark prince..
He stood there like a tower perfect and straight, his locks dancing off his shoulders as the winds exhaled, his ebony cloak rippled and bellowed behind him.. in his hand he held a rose which he tossed to her feet, “Isabetta, my sweet Isabetta..” was his only words for that moment..
She tried to move to him as the rose fell at her feet. He then spoke in a much different tone one that seemed dominant, “No Isabetta! You must not approach me..” tears now fill his eyes as he hurts to be so firm with her..
.She couldn’t understand why he would deny her and become hurt, he only turned away then walked off into the fog vanishing from sight, she broke down in tears falling to her knees, her slender hands covered over her eyes, tears danced on her ebony lashes till they fell from the thick long curled lashes, only to trail down her cheeks..
The rose that laid at her feet now drawing her attention, the petals of this perfect bud spread open before her very eyes, it seemed the flower shed tears of crimson saturating the ground around the bud that fell at her feet,
His voice now coming from out of the fog sweeping across the night with the wind that carries his words,
“Isabetta, what you don’t understand its hard to explain what I am, you are not like me, your days are fewer then mine for I have already lived many centuries.” His voice seemed to be as a warm breath expelled to her, bringing a pleasured sensation over her, a calming to wipe away her tears from her cheeks.. He then continues, “Those things you do not understand is done for your protection so I may never hurt you my dear Isabetta, I do not wish to pass this curse I carry on myself to you.”
Isabetta so confused by the things he tells her lowers her hand down only to grasp the rose that bleeds with her slender fingers.. a small thorn pricks her finger while a small drop of her blood falls to the ground, the smell so intoxicating to him drives him to hunger, but he fights his desires, moving away from the winds which bring her scent to his nostrils. He watches her shrouded by the fog of the night remaining unseen to her..
She then realizes what he isn’t telling her, and frowns lowering her head. She then rises to her feet, tossing the rose back in his direction, it falls at his feet, her eyes filled with tears and disappointment, she turns walking through the fog of the night leaving him there alone.
Her voice travels on the wings of the breeze, “You judge my heart wrong, thinking I wouldn’t understand, you never even gave me a chance to decide what I desired. Many nights I laid awake waiting for you, just to hold you tight, only to be in your embrace, kiss your sweet lips. The choice should be mine not yours what I desire for this empty life of mine. Why not take me away from a world so cruel and filled with death and hate? Your selfish my Dark prince and for this you will lose me.”
As her voice fades in the night just as her enchanting form he then realized he let the one thing he had searched for all his life to have slip from his grasp, he called out to her only to receive no response.. he searched through the fog for her not even picking up her scent. A great sadness filled him..
(part two seperated)
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