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Rose	By : gothicdivine Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 1783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Anita Blake series. All but one of these characters belong to Laurell K Hamilton and I make no money or profit from this work.

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I woke to a candle burning in the darkness and a shadowed figure in the doorway. A weight across my hip reminded me that Asher was still lying next to me, holding me against him. If I had not known that vampires could not sleep, I would have said that he was in a deep slumber. The absence of his breath against my hair and his heartbeat against my back was unnerving as I stared at the figure. The candle light moved closer and the door closed. I knew who it was even before she laid a hand on my hair and whispered, “Rose…”
I could smell the sweet lavender of her skin and the fear inside me grew as the scent entered my senses. I sat up in the silk sheets when she touched me, keeping my gaze on hers all the while. The tiny flame danced in the honey of her eyes as one small tear left them. I watched the drop roll down her beautiful face while she said in a hushed voice, ‘forgive me…’
I gave into my desire and kissed the tear away. Her eyes fluttered shut when I did so and she slumped into my arms, her hair spilling across my still naked body. She cried silently and delicately, her tears cooling my skin. Asher sat at my back, as still as a statue, watching the scene before him with neutral eyes. I shook as I raised Belle’s face to mine with a hand gently placed on her cheek. I took a breath and uttered the words I had not dared to think.
“I thought you hated me…”
At my surprise, true horror passed through those beautiful eyes. Her full lips parted with shock and her head moved slowly, from side to side.
“Non. Non, non, non I could never hate you ma rose espagnole, non!”
With that, she flung her arms around my neck and I held her like a child, stroking her hair and whispering soothing words into her ear. The sheets bustled behind me as Asher threw them aside and stood. I noticed the heavy curtains at the window were now closed, hiding the moon. He dressed hastily, unlike earlier in the night, when his clothes moved away from his body like waves from a beach. Like the clouds from the moon. Now he dressed without a care. Now he wouldn’t look at me. I felt my heart break and elate at the same time. The man I had made love to stormed out the room, sending an arrogant glance over his shoulder as he left and the woman I had loved for years cried for me in my own arms. She sat, tears now dried, so the candlelight barely presented them. She moved away from me slowly, with an ashamed look on her face. While she spoke, she would not look at me.
“Ma rose, I have acted a fool. What you must think of me…” she spat the words out, as if they disgusted her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath that she did not need, sat up and seemed to compose herself. When she looked at me again, her eyes were not sad, but passionate. Then she said them. She said the words I had longed for. Years of dreams that came true. My eyes filled with tears as she whispered, “I love you. Cheri…”
She reached for me and her lips met mine, leaving them only to repeat herself while my own tears warmed my cheeks.
“Ma rose, I love you! J’taime, j’taime! Adore-moi comme je adore vous!”
My heart rose with each word and with each kiss. I cried at her passion. At her love. I cried as she kissed me. As I saw him. Stood at the doorway, watching. Disgust was clear on his face and I barely felt hurt when he abruptly walked away. Asher knew Belle loved me. He knew and he hated it. Hated me. And I did not care. I felt for Asher, but Belle was my world. She always was. She always will be.
When I stopped crying, she laid me down beside her and held me as close as she could. Our bodies moulded together perfectly. Like we were made to be this way.

It was a surprise when she died. I did not know that dawn was close. She grew cold, but still I held her. She died in my arms for the day while I stroked her hair and stared into that beautiful face. I do not know how long I was there but later on, when Emmanuel, the Head Maid, quietly opened the door and asked me to attend my duties, I knew it was late. Reluctantly I detached myself from Belle with one final kiss on her forehead. I found my clothes that had been dragged around Paris and put them on. As I left, I could not help but look back once more. I smiled as I realised she was mine. Mine to love freely. I kept smiling. I smiled while I scrubbed the floor. Smiled when I accidentally cut myself on a knife whilst cleaning the cutlery and when the Head Maid shouted at me for spilling water from the roses on the floor. Because I knew. Knew that if I kept cleaning, time would move fast and Belle would wake once more. Kiss me again. Say it again. She loves me. She really loves me.
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