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Last Surrender

Last Surrender

This is a Poetic Short Story, just a little something that was inspired by this awesome song. I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write something. So, I kind of came up with my own little style here. Being the actual Poet that I claim to be, but I love my fiction, so why not put the two together, RIGHT?

Based on the Song “The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore” By James Morrison

I DO NOT own any of the song lyrics. No copyright infringement intended.

She sat waiting, for what she didn’t know. A single hope, that one last hope. The door kept opening and closing, heat colliding with the artificial cold. In and out, they came. Ordering their lattes and iced coffees, with, or without whip.

Is this what the world was coming to? She didn’t know anymore. The feeling of loss sat across from her in the form of an empty chair. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

            “Excuse me, but are you using that chair?” She just shook her head. At the outstretched hand, her body didn’t have the strength to face the person who would dare ask such a loaded question. A question that they had at how much weight it carried, that this one simple question would be what shatters her last hope. The one hope that was now being dragged away by the hope-destroyer’s hand; now what?

 She no longer had her companion of loss. She let out a deep sigh as the sound of wood scraping across the tiled floor echoed through her, causing a shiver to rake over her skin letting the tiny plumes settle for a moment before fading away. She could feel the tears pricking at her eyes like a thousand tiny needles, trying to pour through her vision like a blinding sieve. The air sat in her lungs like a lead weight. The damage was done.

            Sitting there waiting, completely alone now, nothing but the lack of hope drifted around her. She was sinking; the weight of her body was being pulled into the varnish of the wood. Her thoughts of what were, what could have been were oppressive, pushing her down further until she could feel the grain of the wood being imposed in the palms of her hands.

Why…why?

The thoughts ran through her mind like a movie reel, heated, soft touches, and the searing gaze of deep moss orbs burning into her. She shook her head, trying to banish the feeling of where it was all leading. Nowhere; anywhere but there; she wouldn’t surrender, there had to be something better, there had to be. She didn’t know why, she just couldn’t explain it; the scattered and broken pieces just didn’t fit anymore. She felt as if her skin was breaking, it was barely able to hold her together anymore. The line had been drawn, and not by her. Perhaps if she went outside to smoke, the nicotine would help.

 Maybe?

The heat of the day was lingering in the surrounding twilight. The bruised sky, much like her soul, various shades of purple marking everything inside of her, she thought humorlessly. The spark of her lighter shot in her ears like a cannon, echoing her pain, drowning out the surrounding traffic of the parking lot. She closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Hoping that the smoke would fill in the cracks of the scattered, broken pieces that lay within her, the empty space that lay within her heart. Trying to hide the twisted shell of what was left of her.

Maybe I shouldn’t have let that chair go, my last shred of hope. She quickly let that thought go as she took another drag of her cigarette. If only.

            Her brows furrowed together as she felt something brush against her arm. Opening her eyes slowly she was met with a faded, black cotton wall.

            “Do you mind if I bum one of those?” The voice was deep and raspy.

            She didn’t immediately look up at the source of what broke her away from her brooding. Reaching into her one source of temporary solace she pulled out the one thing she had left to share and handed over the white paper, wrapped stick of tobacco.  Finally looking up, she was met with a troubled face. Surrender.

That was what she saw. It was the only word that fit what stood before her. He nodded his head towards her hand in an act of thanks. His dark unruly hair fell over his eyes; the long, rough fingers of his right hand came up and pulled it away. Fully revealing his eyes. Surrender. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t explain why it wasn’t enough.

            He turned away from her slightly as he placed the cigarette between his lips and pulled his own lighter from his tattered jean pocket. The ring on his left hand caught on the ripped seam of his pocket as he pulled out a scratched up Zippo. There was something engraved on the face of it, but she couldn’t make out what it was. The click of his Zippo flicking shut caused her to startle. He didn’t seem to notice and if he did, he didn’t let on that he had.

            He inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke out of his nose. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the stubble on his jaw, at least a couple of day’s worth. His hair was in disarray most likely from having his hands pensively running through it, he also had bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in a while. At least he was in the right place for a pick-me-up.  Taking another deep drag of her own cigarette she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she say something? He didn’t move from his spot. He just stood there breathing in the smoke and letting it out in a desperate and what seemed to be remorseful manner. Without realizing her body had turned to his slightly, closing the space between them, letting the air between them fade. She felt as if she was being pulled under, she couldn’t explain it.

            He brought his cigarette up to his mouth, pulling the smoke between his lips, into his chest, one last time before flicking it out into the parking lot. She was mesmerized by the rise and fall of his chest, as the faded, black cotton would restrict and contract with each breath; she couldn’t seem to tear her unblinking eyes away. Her body was acting of its own volition; she was no longer in control of herself.

The atmosphere was thick and charged around them, in this open space of asphalt and air.  He turned to her; his eyes were closed as he took a deep breath. She just stood there, her arms hanging at her side, fists clenched. She felt twisted; the space was to small even though they were outside. She felt closed in. The better thing to do would be to just leave. But she couldn’t, she was being pulled under by his broken beautifulness.

            The breeze swept up between them, causing the mahogany strands of her hair to dance across her face. His hand tentatively reached out with a bold grace, placing it behind the delicate skin of her ear. The rough pad of his finger trailed down the lean arch of her neck. The breath in her chest instantly stopped its heated escape as her eyes fluttered closed momentarily as she basked in his brief touch. Time seemed to pause in that moment for them, giving them the smallest of reprieves from the harsh reality that was relentlessly going on all around them. As if anyone walking past had a clue.

            He slowly opened his eyes. “There’s no use,” he whispered. “I have tried and I don’t know why…but I can’t explain why it’s not enough.” His shoulders slumped in defeat. “There is no use in pretending anymore. I…I had to give in.” He paused taking another deep breath. “I need you, please don’t leave…I…” He trailed off as if he didn’t know what more to say.

            She stood there. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. The door kept opening and closing, heat colliding with the artificial cold. In and out they went, lattes and iced coffees, with or without whip. Perhaps the pieces could fit together once more.

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The Swan Chapter 6 Bella's Dream

THE SWAN Chapter 6

Chapter 6

  

            I can’t say that dinner wasn’t a lively affair between my aunt Jane and her Campari soaked interrogation of Cullen; and by interrogation I mean her unadulterated version of twenty questions complete with ample cleavage, hair twirling, and seductive giggles. However, by the time the Lemon Cello arrived my uncle had one back her affections with a suggestive trip to Monte Carlo for a bit of weekend shopping. Don’t get me wrong I love my aunt and she may come off as flighty, materialistic, with an extreme love for cocktails at any hour. But, she is one lethal woman when it comes to her family and I for one am glad to have her on my side. Of course Cullen answered her every question politely, appeasing her flirtatious nature. I on the other hand was focused on the task of exploring the delicate intricacies of the different ways in which one can enjoy Campari.

            Two days, just get me through the next two days. That is what I kept repeating as my mantra, over and over in my head. Once dinner was over my uncle took Cullen off to his study. Which was fine by me, and with any luck my uncle would keep him occupied until I left for Rome. But, I still needed to tell my uncle I was in fact leaving to meet Kate. So, what better time than right as he and Cullen were walking out of the dining room.

            “Oh, Uncle Aro. Before you leave I just wanted to tell you that I will be heading to Rome to visit my friend in a couple of days.” I said a matter of factly.

            “Okay, Mio Tesoro. Just make sure that Jake goes with you, si?”

            “Si, grazzie Zio.” I replied.

            “Oh and make sure to talk to Alec before you leave. I believe he wanted to speak with you about something. Ciao Mio Bella.” He said with a wink and smile and then he left the room with Cullen in tow.

            I noticed Cullen look at me out of the corner of his eye before he left and he had that damn smirk lightly gripping the corner of his mouth. My eyes narrowed at him as his back turned to me, finally releasing from his presence. Thank FUCK!

            “Well darling…if you need me you know where to find me.” My aunt Jane said in her twinkling Italian accent as she left the dinning room, cocktail in hand.

            “You know Mia Bella, you seem a bit stressed. Perhaps you should go for a swim, Si?” She casually said purred back to me as she turned the corner.

            The humorless chuckle that escaped me caused me to shake my head at myself. Two more days Bella, two more days, perhaps I should go for a swim. I swallowed the last of my drink and headed upstairs to my room to change.

            I quickly picked up my phone and dialed my uncle Alec’s number, only reaching his voicemail. I told him that I would be here for until the morning after tomorrow. I headed to my closet and pulled out my black string bikini to change into. As I was about to walk out my door my phone beeped, alerting me that I had a text message. It was my uncle telling me he would talk to me tomorrow at brunch. Which was fine by me. I texted him back saying that I would see him then. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted me for, but I didn’t want to think about that now. Right now I wanted to relax and go for a swim.

            I made my way downstairs and went through the sitting room. I gazed up at the moon, letting the warm breeze dance across my skin as I stepped through the iron and glass doorway. The moon was bright, making the stars seem more illuminated as they rested in the onyx blanket of night. The “infinite jewels to the moon,” my Mother always said. I set my phone down on one of the white cushions of the lounge chair and walked over to where the towels were and grabbed one. I tossed it on the lounge chair as I walked to the pools edge.

The terracotta stone under my feet was still warm from the day’s sun. I daintily dipped my right foot into the water. It was starting to cool from the day’s heat, the temperature would be perfect for a nigh time swim. Before I jumped in I went over flipped the switch to the lights hidden in the sides of the pool. I didn’t turn the gaslights on that were around the area, I just wanted to enjoy the night sky in all of its radiating beauty. I rolled my neck, expressing a sigh, trying to expel some of the tension in my shoulders. Why of all the people in the world was he here, why did it have to be him?

Walking over to the steps I lowered myself into the water one step at a time. When I stood in the water, I let my body fall back, fanning my arms out; I let myself float on top of the soothing pool. I just lay there floating on the warm water, as the cool breeze of cypress and hibiscus floated over my body. I don’t know how long I was drifting through the water, when the faint scent of tobacco drifted by. Slowly I moved my body to stand in the water as I turned to find where the scent was coming from, that’s when I saw the glow of the end of a cigarette illuminated from one of the lounge chairs at the fair end of the pool side. I could feel the current in the air and I instantly knew who was sitting there.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked as I made my way to the pool steps.

He didn’t answer me, but I could see his form shift in the chair. He took another long drag from the cigarette, before he stubbed it. He stood and walked towards me, the light from the moon shown down upon his fluid form with each graceful step. He picked up my towel I had set down earlier as he stopped in front of me. Holding the towel out to me.

“Princapessa.” His voice was low and husky.

I reached for the towel in his hand. He didn’t release it from his grip right away. We stood there starring at one another; the current in the air had morphed into a heavy tension. It was the same feeling that coursed through me, the first time he stepped foot into his bedroom, standing, looking down upon me. His eyes were dark and penetrating. I realized then that I was holding my breath, and I had the sudden urge to lower my head. God, the feeling he evoked in my, shot right to the core of my submissive nature. But, I refused to let that part of me take over, I wasn’t his submissive, I wasn’t The Swan, I was Bella, Isabella Swan Princapessa of  La Familia Volturi. Breaking eye contact with him, I took the towel and wrapped it around my moist skin. A shiver danced through me, as my skin prickled. Although I knew that it wasn’t from the night air.

“Grazie.” I replied quietly as I started to walk away from him. I needed to get away from him. His scent alone was causing my judgment to blur. The smell of tobacco and scotch mixed with that spicy sandalwood and him, pure unadulterated man. The reaction his body, his eyes, his scent triggered in me was not something I was ready to let have any power. I especially didn’t want him knowing what he did to me either, I am sure he would only use his hold over me to his advantage.

“Isabella.” That low dark whisper of my name caused me to halt my departure. “I…” He paused as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say to me.

“Che cosa?” I stated the venom in my voice was raspy and hard. Asking what.

“Niente Princapessa...” His hard gaze taking over his features. “Buonanotte.”

I just nodded in response and made my way back inside, heading up to my room. I stepped into my ensuite bathroom, starting the shower. Removing my bathing suite I stepped into the hot spray as I closed the glass door. The water poured down from the ceiling in a cascade of hot rain. My shower stood in the middle of my bathroom, composed of a marble steps and four glass walls that didn’t reach to the ceiling.

As I stood under the spray, my mind was a fog. Fuck! I really need to get out of here. I decided then that after I met with Alec tomorrow, I was leaving for Rome. I couldn’t risk being around Edward any longer. Thank Christ I was able to hold onto what little control I had. I turned off my shower. I dried off, wrapping my hair into a towel, and put on my silk robe. I finished my nightly routine and went to my bed, I needed sleep; I needed to shut my mind off and get away from this situation at least for a few hours. It was already after 2 AM and the jetlag was starting to take its toll. As soon as I laid down onto the soft mattress I was asleep.

He stood there in the light of the street lamps smoking his cigarette. I watched him from down the street as I stood outside away from the madness of the party. Our eyes met and locked. The world seemed to disappear in that moment. He flicked his cigarette out as he let the last of the smoke leave his longs. He walked over to me, stopping in front of me. He didn’t say anything; he just grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me with him as he began to walk towards the car park. Completely bypassing the valet.

            The next thing I knew we were driving towards the coast. He pulled into the driveway of a villa, stopping abruptly. He walked over, opening my door. He held out his hand for me. He practically pulled me from the car as we made our way through the front door. He still hadn’t spoken to me, and I did nothing to break the palpable silence between us. He led me through the house, its Italian seaside opulence apparent, but I had no moment to stop and admire its beauty. He led me to a large room, what room it was I couldn’t tell you; for as soon as we entered he pulled me against his body and his mouth and hands started claiming every inch of my flesh. Heated breaths poured out of our bodies as our mouths claimed one another. Clothes were being pulled and pushed off of shoulders, arms; he moved, bending my body in way so he had access to the flesh above my breasts. His hot tongue laved at my exposed skin. Causing my body to shudder with anticipation.

“Uhhh…” I moaned out into the warm sea air of the night.

Now pressed against an open doorway I found myself naked pressed against his naked body. His hand roamed down my body with a determined fervor as he pulled my thigh up around his waist. Pulling my body further I wrapped both legs around his naked form, I could feel his hard cock pressed against the heat of my sex as he started to walk away from our posted stance of passion against the doorway.

His strong arms lowered me onto a bed; he took no moment of pause as he continued his assault with his tongue on my flesh. Pushing my body further and further towards our release. My hands gripped onto any part of his body that they could reach before he pushed his hands into mine forcing them above my head as he pushed his cock into my hot, wet sex. He pushed and I pushed, it was slow and hard. His tongue never leaving my body unless it was to find my own mouth, we pushed and pulled until neither of us could hold off any longer; our orgasms hitting us pulsing out of our cores, only to pour into each other. 

“Bellaaa…” He moaned out, it was dark and husky. Almost as if his body was at war with his mind, not bothering to acknowledge the reality in which we lived in. In that moment it didn’t matter. All that mattered was here and now, everything else could wait.

Next thing I know, I find myself dressing. I have no idea how much time has passed, but I NEED to leave. I have a job to do.

“Why are you leaving?” He asked.

“Does it matter?” My reply was curt.

He moved so quickly it almost didn’t register with me until I found myself being pinned down on the bed. Holding me down with one hand he hovered over me, his fingers on his other hand mimicked a gun being pointed at my chest. I didn’t even flinch. I just locked my eyes with his mossy, dark, green ones. He didn’t say anything, but there seemed to be a silent conversation-taking place between us. Finally he pulled me to my feet. I placed my arms around his neck.

“I need to go.” With my words I released him and went to leave. 

When I made it to my destination I was met with a face…NO. I thought to myself as I felt the weight of the gun in my outstretched hand.

“Bella!” He stood there with the same fierce look in his eyes as was in mine.

The shots rang out and….

What the fuck! I shot up in my bed as the sound of my alarm was going off. Shit! I sat there in my bed, a fine layer of sweat covering my body as I tried to get my breathing back under control. I swatted at my alarm and rubbed my hands over my face. It was just a dream Bella, just a fucking dream. I couldn’t think about that right now, I had to get ready to me Alec for brunch. I needed to find out what he wanted.