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divorce.
Yours now and for all eternity,
S.
I froze for a minute, reading the note over again. Raping me was in his nature? How could that be? What did that mean exactly? That all vampires were rapists and murders?
He wasn’t making any sense. Then again, I was talking about Samuel; he never truly made sense to begin with.
I shook my head, crumbling the note and throwing it over my shoulder. After, I just sat there for a minute debating whether I should open the mahogany box or not. Finally, I decided it would be easier to give it back if I knew what was inside.
Closing my eyes, I flipped open the lid and waited for something to happen. When nothing exploded, I figured it was safe to open my eyes. I looked, seeing that there was a frame, with the picture in it facing down. So I picked it up, turning it over in my hands carefully. It was the picture of me on the bed that he had drawn, only it wasn’t a charcoal sketch, it was a painting. The colors were dark and wonderful and I looked so unlike myself. I was naked, but I didn’t look vulnerable. I actually looked sexy.
The picture made me frown. How could I have been stupid as to marry a man I didn’t even know?
I shook my head, putting the painting down gently beside me. Thinking that the picture was the only thing inside, I started to close the box, but something glittered in the dim light. As I opened it back up, I saw a key with an automatic clicker on a keychain. It was nestled right next to a blue Tiffany’s box and a check for two million dollars. I picked the check up and ripped it to shreds. I didn’t want his damn money. Although if Mike were awake, he would probably kill me for ripping up two million dollars.
The next thing I did was pick up the Tiffany’s box, opening it to see a diamond - encrusted ring inside. I quickly closed it and went to my desk to get an overnight envelope. I put the box inside, and then I had an idea.
I tiptoed into the other room, making sure Mike was still asleep, and went over to my jewelry box. Opening it, I found the item I was looking for and walked back out into the living room with purpose. I put my wedding ring (which was presumably Samuel’s grandmothers or so he said) into the envelope as well, and I felt my spirit lighten.
Placing the overnight envelope on my desk, I picked up the car key and my purse, and quietly went outside to see what it opened. When I walked out into the parking lot I clicked the alarm, seeing a car to my right beep and flash. My eyes widened. Shinning in the early morning light was a brand new Mustang GT.
This was a low blow. He knew I would lose all sense when it came to a Mustang. Bastard.
I walked closer to the scarlet red beauty. She was so perfect. Her grill shone silver chrome in the morning light, while her black rims where in stark contrast with the slightly gray asphalt. She had a black racing strip down her body that faded away just before the rear tire. And when I made my way to the back, her gas cap reconfirmed what I already knew, that she was a pure - bred ‘Stang.
Putting my palms against the hood of the car, I bit my lip. I knew I didn’t want to look inside because I would get too attached. But that little voice in the back of my mind nagged at me, so I just had to. I opened the door, biting my knuckle before I went and sat down.
Immediately, I could smell the leather of the interior. (I repeat, bastard!) Then I placed my bag on the passenger seat, the leather feeling like butter under my fingertips. I noticed that this baby was fully loaded: blue tooth, OnStar, XM Radio and surround sound speakers were all in shining black like the interior.
I turned her over and she roared, then purred. The dash came to life and displayed the temperature outside. I bit my lip again, trying to keep my wits about me. Then I reached over to open the glove compartment, and inside was the registration and insurance card. All in my name.
As I opened the envelope to see that the papers
Yours now and for all eternity,
S.
I froze for a minute, reading the note over again. Raping me was in his nature? How could that be? What did that mean exactly? That all vampires were rapists and murders?
He wasn’t making any sense. Then again, I was talking about Samuel; he never truly made sense to begin with.
I shook my head, crumbling the note and throwing it over my shoulder. After, I just sat there for a minute debating whether I should open the mahogany box or not. Finally, I decided it would be easier to give it back if I knew what was inside.
Closing my eyes, I flipped open the lid and waited for something to happen. When nothing exploded, I figured it was safe to open my eyes. I looked, seeing that there was a frame, with the picture in it facing down. So I picked it up, turning it over in my hands carefully. It was the picture of me on the bed that he had drawn, only it wasn’t a charcoal sketch, it was a painting. The colors were dark and wonderful and I looked so unlike myself. I was naked, but I didn’t look vulnerable. I actually looked sexy.
The picture made me frown. How could I have been stupid as to marry a man I didn’t even know?
I shook my head, putting the painting down gently beside me. Thinking that the picture was the only thing inside, I started to close the box, but something glittered in the dim light. As I opened it back up, I saw a key with an automatic clicker on a keychain. It was nestled right next to a blue Tiffany’s box and a check for two million dollars. I picked the check up and ripped it to shreds. I didn’t want his damn money. Although if Mike were awake, he would probably kill me for ripping up two million dollars.
The next thing I did was pick up the Tiffany’s box, opening it to see a diamond - encrusted ring inside. I quickly closed it and went to my desk to get an overnight envelope. I put the box inside, and then I had an idea.
I tiptoed into the other room, making sure Mike was still asleep, and went over to my jewelry box. Opening it, I found the item I was looking for and walked back out into the living room with purpose. I put my wedding ring (which was presumably Samuel’s grandmothers or so he said) into the envelope as well, and I felt my spirit lighten.
Placing the overnight envelope on my desk, I picked up the car key and my purse, and quietly went outside to see what it opened. When I walked out into the parking lot I clicked the alarm, seeing a car to my right beep and flash. My eyes widened. Shinning in the early morning light was a brand new Mustang GT.
This was a low blow. He knew I would lose all sense when it came to a Mustang. Bastard.
I walked closer to the scarlet red beauty. She was so perfect. Her grill shone silver chrome in the morning light, while her black rims where in stark contrast with the slightly gray asphalt. She had a black racing strip down her body that faded away just before the rear tire. And when I made my way to the back, her gas cap reconfirmed what I already knew, that she was a pure - bred ‘Stang.
Putting my palms against the hood of the car, I bit my lip. I knew I didn’t want to look inside because I would get too attached. But that little voice in the back of my mind nagged at me, so I just had to. I opened the door, biting my knuckle before I went and sat down.
Immediately, I could smell the leather of the interior. (I repeat, bastard!) Then I placed my bag on the passenger seat, the leather feeling like butter under my fingertips. I noticed that this baby was fully loaded: blue tooth, OnStar, XM Radio and surround sound speakers were all in shining black like the interior.
I turned her over and she roared, then purred. The dash came to life and displayed the temperature outside. I bit my lip again, trying to keep my wits about me. Then I reached over to open the glove compartment, and inside was the registration and insurance card. All in my name.
As I opened the envelope to see that the papers
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