Semua Bab Marked By Fate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The chilly October wind whipped her hair out of the twist, the long black threads blew in the wind. A chill went down her spine. A simple thought entered her mind, something is coming, making her stomach clinch. A figure appeared across the street and she pulled the cape around her like a shield. Tall and dark, hidden in the shadows, he appeared to be tracking her scent with his movements. Like a cat, he slunk through the shadows, hunting her. Her heart pounded in her ears. She heard her name whispered on the wind.“Majesta…Majesta…” It kept whispering her name. Each time the name sounded, she quivered. A hand on her arm brought her heart to her throat, cutting off her scream. Fear paralyzed her when she looked around, finding emptiness. The corset squeezed her torso, making it hard to breath. The cloak she wore clung to her drenched frame. Majesta's long hip hugging skirts showed more of her full figure than she really had intended. Was this how the women felt in the old days, like a

“What did you do to me? How in the world am I here?” Sniffling, she wanted to back away from him, to hide under the blankets, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to move from his warm body.“You don’t remember, do you?” It was weird to hear him speak like a normal person. Majesta wanted him to have that Irish brogue forever, but something told her that he did this to blend in.“Remember what?” Majesta said, looking up at him. She hadn’t noticed the hair or face last time, but today she did. Majesta saw the red hair that ran down to his shoulders and looked like fire spilling down his face. His chiseled face showed no signs of age, like crow’s feet by the eyes. Almond shaped green eyes seemed to hide under his unruly eyebrows. A slight scar on his right cheek and a dimple on his chin, even with his ghostly complexion he was handsome.“I brought you here to be my bride. I have looked for you for over five hundred years. The last time I found you…well… Grá mo chroí, you were taken fro

She knew that he had been human at one point in his life, but that didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t human anymore. She feared that he would tell her he was a vampire or something. Majesta was worried that he would tell her the truth on this one. She knew that vampires were real and that they ran all over the earth, but she had never met one in person. It was rather weird to think that he was one.“I am a vampire. How else would I be able to still be alive?” Craven told her, but he was positive that she had already known that.“That is what I thought you might be. I hoped you would say you were part of a time slip or something,” The world was going too fast, or was it too slow now? It didn’t seem like it was going right anymore. Something was wrong if you asked her.“I am real, a thaisce,” Craven spoke again. What was that? Gaelic? She wasn’t sure anymore, and she wanted to scream at him to stop it. She really loved the way it sounded; how romantic it was that he was most likely c

Majesta couldn’t help but laugh at what he said. She would have said something like that even today. She really hated to have pictures done, and worse, she hated to pay for them. Not only that, but she was rather sure this one would have cost several gold pieces. When she looked back at him, he looked shocked that she was laughing. It was nice to see that she could befuddle him.“That is something I would say today,” she laughed again, “Tell me you didn’t pay too much for that thing.”“Well, if you must know I paid ten pieces for it,” Craven told her with such pride.“You did what?” Spinning around, she glared at him then laughed.It was his turn to laugh, and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. It was bizarre to laugh with him and seem happy. The truth was that she didn’t want to upset him. They started to move again and headed to the large table. Taking notice of Amèliä who didn’t look happy that she was still here. Majesta ignored her and went to the chair that he steered her tow

“You ass…” She started, then glared at him. “You can’t keep me here.”“Oh, but I can.” Craven grinned down at her.“If you truly love me, you would let me go. I have a life, school, I also have a cat.” Majesta screamed at him.“The mongrel will have to go.” Craven told her with a growl.“You can’t get rid of Pumpkin.” Majesta felt the tears start to build in her eyes before she could say anything else, they slid down her face.“Athaisce, please don’t cry.” He moved toward her as if to comfort, but she slid away from him. Her back hit the headboard as she found herself shaking. Tears streaming down her face, he couldn’t make her get rid of her cat. Could he?“You can’t, can’t, get rid of her,” she finally stammered out. That cat was part of her life, she didn’t want her to leave. Was her company when she was lonely, she watched movies with her. At times, she even seemed to cry at the good parts. She couldn’t lose her.“Alright, but please stop crying.” Craven rubbed his forehead, hatin