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Friday, April 6, 2012

Bad Reflection


Men… they can be so annoying one moment, then powerfully attractive the next.    Raine was all that and more, tall, dark, mysteriously handsome with eyes that drank you in and made your legs turn to jelly.   I loathed him.
I threw the closest thing next to me, a vase.   Shards of china scattered the floor and its contents covered the walls.   Slow, cascading droplets left their trails as they made their way downward.   Like clear blood, while the dead corpses, the flowers, lay on the floor, lifeless, but I felt better for doing it.
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Sue Mydliak is the Vamplit published author of Birthright. Candra Rosewood returns to Utica, but she's already missed her parents funeral and everything she thought about her life turns out to be a lie. When Kane turns up unannounced on her doorstep, Candra, fights her strange need for him.Is he somehow involved in her parents’death? Is the mysterious Mr Bennet a friend or foe, and can she trust him when he says she's descended from powerful vampires.
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“My dear what has happened?  I heard a noise and came as fast as I could.”   Looking at the floor and the broken vase she scowled at her daughter.  “That was Grand mamas whatever possessed you to do such a thing?”
“Was it?  I’m sorry mother, but Raine has annoyed me beyond reproach.  I couldn’t take it anymore, so I threw the nearest thing to me.”
"Control yourself.  It isn’t proper for a lady to lose her temper so.  How are you to ever marry?”   She rang for the servant to come and clean up the mess.
“Come sit, you’ll tire yourself.”  She pointed to the pastel blue Rococo chair.
“Mother I’m not an invalid, I’m alright.  You baby me too much.”  I went over to the window, ignoring the chair and looked out.  I wanted to take off these ridiculous, frilly dresses and run naked through the meadows…feel the sun- bathe my skin warm and if I should be seen, so be it.  It was naughty and exciting at the same time.   I smiled to myself.
“What are you thinking child?”  Mother sat in her chair, fanning herself.   I dread the thought when I’d be her age.  Would I be like her?  Sitting around, fanning myself and getting fat?
I turned and with an impish grin on my face I said, “I plan on running outside in the meadow…naked.   Then lay down in the tall grass with my legs spread open to enjoy the sheer pleasure of it.”  My mother turned as white as a ghost.
“Are you ill?  Mad even?  Whatever possesses you to want to do such a thing?  I knew it, you are over tired as I thought.  Sit down at once Katherine!”
“Stop it mother, I will not.  The more you continue to baby me, the more I want to do this, in fact…”
That’s when I ran out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door.  I didn’t look back nor did I stop when I heard my mothers’ screams.  It was too glorious!   The excitement filled my heart as I started to undress as I ran.  I hopped on one foot then the other as I took off my shoes.   Next I tore off my stockings, feeling the breeze lightly brush them, such a delight it was.   I took off running till I came to a small stream and stopped, picturing myself standing naked and how my body roused itself at such a thought. That’s when I began to strip, faster and faster, not caring if someone should ride by or not.  I wanted that feeling of arousal quenched and when the last piece of clothing dropped to the ground, I stood, just as I pictured myself.  Then, needing more, I lie on the cool grass and slowly opened my legs.  The wind caught itself against my most inner secret that I closed my eyes and moaned.   This is the freedom I wanted so desperately.    I don’t know how long I was out there, but when I opened my eyes a man stood opposite the stream, watching me.  I gasped and quickly gathered myself.
“How dare you!  How long have you been there?”  I glared at him, more embarrassed than anything else.
“Long enough to get an erection and wishing that I could enjoy such delights displayed before me.”  Handsomely smug he was and I could see that he was a bit tight in the lower regions.  I looked away quickly.
“I’m not that sort of lady.”  Then I thought how silly that sounded, because no proper lady in her right mind would do what I just did.
His eyebrow rose at my words and smiled.
“I mean …” I was so flustered that I picked up my clothes and ran.
On arrival, I went straight to my room hoping mother wouldn’t be around to confront me.   I locked my door and that’s when I noticed my mirror, broken.   I yelled for the servants.
Miss Beckwith came rushing in and inquired as to what I wanted.
“What happened here?”  As I pointed to the mirror.
“I don’t know my lady, I was in the kitchen.”  She looked down at the floor.
“Well, did you hear anything?”
She looked back up and spoke.  “I did hear a shattering noise, and went to the stairs where upon your mother was descending.
“Mother!  Thank you that will be all.”  I knew it was her, but why?   I went downstairs to search her out and found her in the library.
“Why?  Why did you break my mirror?”  I was angry, so much so, that my hands, clenched, shook.
“Because I didn’t want to have you see what you have become.  I thought if I broke the mirror, you’d come to your senses and stop all this silliness of yours.”
“I shan’t !”  And stormed out.
The next day was brilliantly striking.  The sun was out, warm and birds sang in the trees by my window.  A devilish thought crept into my mind as I remembered the gentlemen.   Could I be so bold as to go back?
Yes.
So, without waiting for morning tea to arrive I set out.   Such eagerness fulfilled my thoughts and I became giddy.   Running now I kept thinking of what would happen if he was there and would I let him enjoy himself more fully?   Such a scandalous thought and yet so provocatively exciting.   I ran faster.
I found my exact spot and there he stood, as if he had never left.  Still wearing the same clothing and still as handsome as ever, but today I could swear he looked even more so.  I smiled…as did he.
“Good morrow sir.”  I curtsied.
He bowed.
He didn’t speak and I didn’t know what else to do.  Surely I couldn’t just strip as I had done the day before, or could I?  I kicked off my shoes, and then slipped off my stockings.    I looked up at him, nothing… just that same smile.
“What is your name my lord?”  Thinking if I got him into a conversation with me I’d know something about him, not that striping in front of a total stranger is what you’d call ethical, but I thought at least he wouldn’t be a total stranger.
Again, nothing.
I almost wanted to leave, finding this whole situation awkward, but yet, naked in front of him again seemed so erotic, so unlike me that I thought what could he do?  So I began…slowly, watching him watch me.
As my garments dropped, I noticed that he moved not one muscle, except for the one past his hips.   When I had finished I lie on the cool grass and spread my legs wide.  As the cool breeze brushed the wetness that was between my legs, shivers of arousal ran through me.
“You bring such delights.  Your loveliness is for all eternity.  I shall look on your beauty forever.”  Gently kissing my lips I stirred and wanted more from him, but as I reached out for him my hands collided with something hard and cold.  I opened my eyes and saw a room, my room, but I couldn’t step into it.
“Mother!  Mother!  Help me, oh help please!”  I panicked as I began to bang on the barrier in front of me.   Hearing footsteps I stopped and listened…in walked my mother.
“Mother where am I?”   I banged again.
She looked at me.  “You wanted nothing more than to run wild and naked to the world, I gave that to you.”
“You can’t be serious; this is just a bad dream!  Wake me mother I wish to come home!”  I pounded even more so.
“Daughter, if you continue to bang on the mirror you’ll break it, ending what life you set for yourself…pure vanity. “
I screamed, but none would ever hear.
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