Chapter 1
I was just lying in the garden when he came to me, so eager and slow. My sweet young man, mine..... What a delicious little thought! He strolled over to me, his hips in a rhythmic swivel-and-sway, and I swore was beating so fast. He was so beautiful.....just an angel. If looks could kill......
But he was too precious and sweet and gentle. Mystery was another thing. How I loved mystery......
He came even closer and laid himself next to me, pulling me close. Oh, how he took care of me, how he made feel womanly despite my age. Everything about him said "romance" and I was enjoying myself to the fullest! I took his hand and placed it on my blossoming stomach, letting him feel the strong kicks of our child in my womb. There is something unmistakably beautiful and sexy about pregnancy, and the sensuality of a man in his love and anticipation of a child even sweeter and more evident.
I remember we were holding each other's hand in the moonlight as we walked along the path. We kissed each other passionately, and never once did we question each other's genuine feelings for one another. He held me against his chest, wrapping his arms protectively around my waist. Somehow I knew he was the right man for me, what with all the warmth and affection he gave me. And he was brutally honest, which I absolutely admired.
He kissed my forehead, and I touched his face, looking into his bright blue eyes. They were piercing sapphire specters that shined like crystal ice. his body pressed against my form, his hands slowly caressing every part of me. The closest we made it to home was the garden.
I could glance up at the moon and see his face in it. He was that beautiful from what I could see in the moon and even up close and personal with him. My lover, my prince..... When we made love, it was incredible. So virile and dominating was he, and so bashful and submissive was I. I couldn't believe he was there in my arms. He was my first time. Many called him a saintly beast, and I couldn't believe that either. Saintly or beastly---and call me naive if you want---I would have loved him either way.
"Darling," he whispered to me, "if you were to have your wish, what would you want?"
"Edge," I replied sweetly, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our child. Would I ever want anyone else but you, my love?"
"You are.....amazing," he sighed contentedly, nuzzling my neck. "Do you know how much I love you?"
I looked at him, almost surprised by the revelation. "Did you say that you.....love me? Do you really mean that?"
"With all my heart, Aurora. Of all the wild hearts in love with you, mine is the wildest. Marry me, princess."
I held him close, and it was almost as if I couldn't breathe. he asked me to be his wife, and I couldn't turn down that proposal. What was more, I loved him, as well.
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When I was a child, I never had that kind of support. My father had been dead since I was an infant, and my mother was an alcoholic and abusive to my brothers and sister. I was a child that couldn't stand being in the same room with my mother because she would hit us so frequently. Actually, I was surprised she never hit me, for I was ironically never her favorite child. i always put up a verbal challenge with her and she would always try and hurt me. I'd tell her to do it, but she never would.
There was no legitimate reason for the blows, but I guess there were reasons in her mind. I remember my little sister Minerva was in our eating and I was with her, and my mother---holding a glass of bourbon---struck her so forcefully that she suffered a brain hemorrhage. Alcohol affects your mobility and your intellect, and it definitely made a tragic impact on our family. Luckily and miraculously for us, my older brother Lane was able to get help and Minerva's life was saved.
I couldn't imagine losing my brothers and sisters to a psychological terror like my mother, and I most certainly didn't want my child to grow up like that. My baby was more important to me than some kind of power, and even Edge knew that. I was still living with my family when he took me away. He knew I wanted to see him again and he knew he was being for doing so. Truth be told, like me, he wanted someone to love him for he was all alone.
Edge lived quite a difficult childhood himself. Orphaned from a young age, he wandered the streets, and since he was always on his own, he became independent. He was a fighter from what I knew, yet he was never caught or reprimanded for his actions he was so intimidating, even as a young boy. Then, a man by the name of Gangrel took him in when he was a teenager. He was a vampire....or at least he seemed like one. he fed him, bathed him, took care of him like he was his own flesh and blood, so to speak.
One day, Edge got quite a surprise from Gangrel when he introduced him to Christian Cage. Christian was a young man from the streets, as well, and he looked so much like Edge. Gangrel suddenly revealed that the two of them were brothers. It was like a strange homecoming never expected, but always welcomed. They embraced each other, and the family was complete. But soon all hopes were dashed when Gangrel and Christian had disappeared one night and were presumed dead. Brokenhearted, he roamed the streets---vowing never to return to the house the three of them had once shared.
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I felt guilty for asking for asking him if he meant what he said about loving me, but he didn't seem to mind. We just held each other tight in our haven surrounded by roses of red and white and the midnight sky with its radiant burst of black, blue, and touches of scarlet. It was part of our home, part of our new life together, starting with the birth of our child.
Chapter 2
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