Lows To High- Hazel's Story Part Three- A Past Life

#5YearsLater-

     It was a late October’s night; the fall was just setting in. The trees turning a slight yellow, the greens barely showing through and I could almost see the morning dew turning ice as I held my hands close to my mouth blowing through my fingertips looking out the window sill in Dario’s Mansion. I knew today had to be the day for everything to surface. My eye lids closed slowly as I felt the air blow through making my long blonde hair gently flow in the wind.

     I knew I could do this. I stepped back  slightly and bent one of my slender arms to the other holding my elbow as my arm lay still across my petite body and I bit down on my fingertips upon my lips. I knew tonight was when Enzo and I were to escape my hell and try to find a way to escape my sire bond. I was nervous as all I could be, I huffed a slight low breathe and rolled my eyes at the tormenting thoughts from everything going my way to everything becoming a disaster. I walked over to the desk in front of my large mirror and pushed the chair hard tipping it over and took a large brush that sat on the edge of the desk and threw it hard with all my might. The brush flew and hit the glass of the mirror destroying it into a million pieces some stayed on the mirror like a broken image while others fell to the desk and floor. The thoughts seemed to go all ways. I knew with this much torment it had to be a sign. I didn’t know whether to take it as I could ultimately do this or was it a sign that maybe I should stay and forget about everything I had worked to up onto this point.

     I looked at the fallen chair and brought my eyes to the shattered mirror. The image starring straight back at me wasn’t the same person I had always known and tears came to my eyes a single tear running down my pale face. I knew it was there but It wasn’t like I was in pain it was the fact that I knew who I was staring at but didn’t want to acknowledge it. It was the utter truth that my life was in pieces whether good or bad, and only I had control over every turn it would take. I closed my small eye lids upon my hazel eyes and chanted a low spell bringing my hands up as I concentrated. The lights flicked and the glass upon the floor and desk began to shake. Each on going up in the air and magically going back to the mirror piecing it together. It was the last piece that I stopped the spell and left it on my desk. With picking up the small piece of mirror I looked at myself again the mirror perfect and back together as if nothing had happened the only piece missing to the once shattered mirror sat in the middle as I looked at the piece in my hand and the broken mirror I squeezed it as blood appeared on the glass and I stuck it hard in the middle completing the shattered image a now reddish tone and I wiped away the tear with my other hand. I wasn’t just some pawn anymore, I had feelings and I knew what they were and felt them deep down like no one else could ever explain. If anyone had ever asked why I was in love it was like explaining why water tasted the way it did, it just is. I turned my body and held the edge of the desk, while the blood dripped I didn’t care I knew I’d heal within a few more seconds. I pushed off the desk and walked to the bed in my room dropping to the floor and grabbing my small suitcase already packed and the letter sitting upon the top.

     I loved Dario like a father but I wanted a life with Lorenzo, a life of freedom and of not having to be a pawn in every little evil plan my masters had wanted just because I was a weapon no one else could understand. I needed to feel free and feel like I was my own, even if I was something different with Lorenzo I feel a sense of belongment that I could be anything and do anything I wanted. He made me want to be more than I was.  So after long dialogues of why I should stay and why I should go we decided we would run away with each other and never look back. It was like my dreams were upon me and I could grasp them any moment. I stood up with the suitcase and held up the very letter that I had written to give to Dario as he slept so he would know I did love him but that I needed to do this. For me.

Even with the torment that was inside me that felt like something could go wrong I pushed it far away out of me so I could get the courage to just be free, but little did I know my dreams would be ripped at the seams and I would be in America with Dario at my side and our glory days soon reunited but in America without Lorenzo and the hope of freedom and the thought of love existing be buried deep where I could never look upon them again.

     It was growing late and I knew Dario would be resting and I could leave the letter and make my getaway short but sweet. I gathered myself and fixed myself, it took only a moment to vampire speed up to the high tower where Dario would be laying and I peaked in overlooking his room. As expected he was in his closed off bed and I set the letter down to the night stand next to his candle. I stood there for a moment and I bent down kissing his forward whispering and I love you in old English. I turned and went back to the door looking back once more Dario slept still and I blushed looking down and with my small steps I closed the doors slowly and as quiet as I could be and vampired back to my room, for it would only be a few more moments and I would be gone.

     I had just packed the rest of my things from my clothes to an old locket that Dario had given me and I was turning to grab my Shaw for my get away and was just about done, when Dario had entered my room walking to my bed, I had stood there almost as white as snow frozen almost in time a gulp in my throat, I had thought he was asleep when I gave him the note but I was wrong. He sat down on my bed clenching the note I had written. Dario had tears in his eyes, shaking his head slowly from side to side the hands clenching the note were upon his knees rubbing slowly, and the look as if it was  like I had just daggered him a million times.

     I couldn’t speak I sat down and fell silent. He got up and looked at me, speaking in a slow angry ton, but also in a very forgiving way at the same time. Little did I know he knew something I didn’t yet and knew I would need him in every possible way so he couldn’t just let me have it as I had thought he would have done if he knew the whole time my ultimate plan. Dario spoke in a matter of fact tone and low stepping toward the door as if to leave once spoken “If you want to leave I will give you that choice I have never done this before but I will for you. You are different, always have been and I couldn’t let you go. I shouldn’t without a fight, but I love you too much to do you any harm. So go to this man, but I am leaving in the early morning for the America’s and if you do not choose him I will have a ticket waiting.” With that he left.

      My heart burned with the thoughts of his very words but I could only think of Lorenzo and running to him fast wanting out before Dario could change his mind, so I grabbed my bag and within a few minutes I was already at his place knocking hard and happily tears flooded my eyes as I screamed needing him wanting his arms around me, with the news that I was let go willingly that all the fuss wasn’t worth it. It felt like ages when it was only a few minutes as I stood out in the cold rainy parries morning, my hair getting so wet and my clothes drenched, but I didn’t care I wanted to laugh and smile holding on to Lorenzo. 

    Minutes passed turning into hours, and nothing. My heart sunk to my gut as the last knock my

knuckles now black and blue from all the hard pounding. I sank to the wet raining street in my nice dress and cried my eyes out leaning my head on the wood door, I was a mess, I was crushed and my heart was broken into the million pieces that I had once viewed myself in my shattered mirror. It was then I knew he left me; my heart had in that very moment grown cold and blackened with hate for him, with a hate for the world for having love even exist. The hate would give me a new view on life and a new edge that I wouldn’t ever let it back in, I vowed to myself that love was a mistake and I would never again love.

     Little did I know that only hours beforehand Dario had made a few calls to a mad doctor to capture Enzo in a war he was fighting to protect our country for experiments done in America that was to supposedly cure Vampirism. He was to be on the same ship but captive and vervained and I didn’t even know. Not until years later. I had gone home that day back to Dario not about to tell him about what had happened but to tell him I had choose him over Lorenzo. That day I shut off my humanity and didn’t care one ounce for anyone but myself and who I served.

#ToBeContinued