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I'm sorry, this is the last chapter. An epilogue, if you will. There WILL be a sequel, no doubt about that. This one ends so…unsatisfactorially in my opinion. I couldn't think of any other way to end it though, unfortunately. Anywho, stick around people, for once my friend COUGHSidneyCOUGH gives back my book, the next installment of this series will be up and running.
In the meantime, Adieu!
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Oh they go together so beautifully...even with the cast...' thought Aubrey as she leaned, her elbows on her knees, watching Edward and the nearly-recovered Bella dancing between the swirling couples of Emmett and Rosalie and Alice and Jasper.
She herself was sitting alone on a chair on the side of the room in a pink dress with a chocolate brown bead-embroidered see-through silken covering. The top was fastened with two spaghetti straps, descending in a graceful yet decent V-neck and the skirt fell lightly about her knees. She was wistfully tapping her feet to the music with a wan expression along with at least ten other girls. Pathetic, yes, to be one of those few unwanted girls sitting alongside the dance floor, waiting for some, any, prince charming to come and ask them for a dance.
One such boy walked up to a blonde a few seats down, who took his hand in disbelief, standing slowly, her eyes locked on his, the message 'take me' displayed openly on her face. Aubrey sighed, rolling her eyes. She looked across the room and her eyes met those of a blonde-haired boy, who took a step towards her. Aubrey's heart leapt.
Then his eyes darted suddenly to the side, his foot retracting back to where his other remained motionless. Aubrey followed his line of vision and saw Marek there, leaning against a side wall, glaring at the blonde boy with a look that obviously translated into a threat. She felt her heart sink to her feet. Not only would he not say he loved her, but now he was preventing her from moving on. What did this mean? What the hell was his problem?
She sighed, standing, knowing the hoping for a dance was useless anyway, and walked across the dance floor to get some punch. The other couples were gathered around the table, the boys pouring the red juice for their dates, laughing and talking together. Aubrey awkwardly clacked up in her dark heels, grabbing a cup and reaching for the ladle, but a white hand was already holding it, pouring it into her cup. She sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I need to talk to you," said the sweet voice that haunted her dreams. Aubrey looked away, staring at the dancing couples.
She felt an icy grip wrap around her wrist, pulling her along through the room and out into the cold night. Aubrey lifted the cup to her lips as she followed Marek, taking a long drink. When she put the cup down, she saw Marek looking at her.
"Well?" she asked. Marek opened his mouth, then closed it, his brow furrowing. He opened it again, and then turned his head away with a sigh. Aubrey raised an eyebrow. This was out of character for the usually casual carefree Marek she knew.
"Look...oh I don't know how to say it...I...ah geez..." He seemed truly conflicted.
"Say what?" asked Aubrey. Marek paused, breathing hard. Then he began speaking very fast.
"OkavetrieingalonmallythoutIcadoit," he said with a quick vibration of his lips. Aubrey sighed.
"Marek you know I can't understand you when you talk too fast for me to hear," she said with a roll of her eyes. Marek let out an irritated low growl, punching the brick wall so that two of the bricks turned to dust.
"I've tried...going along normally without you...but without you...I...I just...can't do it," he said through clenched teeth. Aubrey frowned.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm saying I take back what I said and I do love you!" shouted Marek. God knows how much frustration this was causing him.
"You...you do?"
"YES! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ELSE WOULD I BE TELLING YOU!?" yelled Marek, a long forgotten British accent emerging in his desperation. Aubrey didn't know what to think.
"But...but you said...back in Phoenix..." She was dazed.
"Forget what I said then," said Marek, stepping closer to her, the accent disappearing. "Listen to what I'm saying now. I was afraid of commitment, thinking of what it might mean. All the losses it might mean. But now I've revisited my solitary life and I've realized what losses I'd already had because of my fear. The truth is I can't bear to continue my...existence without you. I love you, Aubrey, and I always will."
Aubrey was speechless. What do you say to that? That long monologue of affection?
"...I...I don't know what to say..." she said finally. The smirk crossed Marek's face as it so often did and he took a step towards her, wrapping his hands around her waist.
"Let me help you find the words," he said, leaning in. They kissed full on the mouth. Aubrey felt his tongue enter her mouth, and she realized her own was exploring the cavern of his own. His tongue was guiding hers away from his canines. She wondered why, but that unspoken question melted away as he made the kiss more passionate, holding her body tight to his. She wrapped her hands around his head.
And Aubrey knew at that moment, that no matter what happened, no matter what she thought, no matter what he had done in his extensive past, there was no way in heaven, hell, or on Earth that he didn't love her.
And they would be together forever...
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