Roses for Rachel episode 28

ROSES FOR RACHEL
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“You’re just being cheesy now.” I joked, but his face remained serious.

“That might be true, but that’s how I really feel.” He proclaimed. “If there is a god, I am going to start thanking him every single day for s£nding you to me.”

I got up from my chair and went to sit in his l@p, wra-pping my arms around his n£¢k and staring de-eply into his eyes. “Don’t go selling yourself short.” I told him. “You’re so much more than I ever dreamed for myself.” I admitted, and it was true. He might be a vampire, and I might hate that p@rt of him, but he was so much more than that. I’d always thought I’d probably end up alone, or at the very best, f0rç£d to be with someone I don’t even care for just so I could help keep the human race alive. Looking into his perfect eyes, there was no place, and with no person, that I’d rather be right now.

I pressed myl-ips to his gently, and he held me ti-ghtly to him. When I pu-ll-ed away he beamed at me. “Will you dance with me, Rachel?” He asked and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped myl-ips.

“We don’t have any music.” I pointed out.

He shifted my weight in his l@p and pu-ll-ed something out from un-der the table. He held the little black devise in one hand and pressed a bu-tton in the center. “Now we do.” He said happily as music began to pl@yfrom all around us. As the slow song began, he stood us up, walking me a few steps away from the table and holding me close to him as the waiters c@m£ back to clear all of the plates from the table, setting another covered plate beside the candles, before they disappeared again.

We held ti-ght to one another, swaying to the music as three different songs c@m£ and went. I was soaking it all in. The music, the breeze, the smell of the air, and Calvin’s arms around my b©dy. Too soon he began to pu-ll away. “Uh-uh.” I protested as he tried to move away from me.

He chuckled. “I want to show you something else.” He explained, and I let go of him reluctantly. I watched as he went around one of the thick hedges. “Are you re-ady?” He called out.

I was confused, but I nodded, then realizing he couldn’t see me, I called to him that I was re-ady. I jumped a little as all the lights went out, but then I was compelled to look up in awe at the brilliant night sky that was visible above me now without the lights. There were thousands of twi-nkling stars shining like precious diamonds. The moon was filling up the sky with its light, bathing me in its glow. I felt Calvin’s cold f!ngerslace with mine and pu-ll me over to the table, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the heavens above me.

Calvin leaned in, k!ss!ngme gently against my arched back n£¢k and I finally let my eyes drop down from the sky and land on his face. If he was perfect looking before, there were no words for Calvin drenched in moonlight. His marbled skin seeming to glow un-der its light. “Wow.” Was the only word my mind was able to push throu-gh myl-ips.

He reached out and held both of my hands in his, his eyes demanding my attention. “Rachel, I never thought I’d have this, a person I care about, I mean. I as-sumed I’d be alone, standing in my father’s shadow for the rest of my life, but then you c@m£. I knew I was in big trouble the first time I saw you.” He chuckled, squee-zing my hands ti-ghter.

There was an edge to his usually perfectly smooth voice, and the way his f!ngersseemed to keep twitching gave away his nerves. He smiled at me. “Now, I know the competition isn’t over until the end of the week, but…” He trailed off, turning his head to the table, and I followed his gaze.

Sitting in the fli-ckering light of the candles was that plate, uncovered now, with a little black box open in the center, holding an enormous square diamond set into a delicate ring. Tears burned at my eyes and my breathing hitched. “Oh my god, Calvin.” I whispered, turning my watery eyes back to him.

His own eyes were holding back moisture as he picked the ring up from the table, taking it carefully from the little box and holding it out as he dropped in front of me to one knee. “I know we’ve got a week before it could be official but, Rachel, I want you.” He said firmly. “I nee-d to wake up every day for the rest of my life with you in my arms. I want you today, tomorrow, and every damned day for the rest of eternity, I want you.” He confessed. “You’re everything I nee-d.” He whispered. “I love you, Rachel, for everything you are.” He laughed, finally letting a tear escape. “You are frustrating, and stubborn, but you are kind, and strong, and so beautiful. I love the way you call me on my bull$h!t, I love the way you are always thinking of other people, I love the way you bite yourl-ips when your nervous, and how you roll your eyes so dramatically. I love you, Rachel.” He repeated again.

I felt it rolling over me, a warm safe feeling like I’ve never known before. It was a dangerous feeling at the same time, but it was the kind of danger you crave. “I love you too, Calvin!” I said with a hoarse voice.

He smiled brighter than it seemed possible. “Marry me?” He asked holding the ring up.
I nodded my head and cried. “Yes, Calvin.”

He slid the ring onto my thin f!nger and then quic-kly swept me off my feet, spinning me around. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He chanted and I joined in, giggling.

Our moment was killed when suddenly the hatch to the un-derground slung open and a guard stuck his head out. “Your Majesty!” He called urgently. “You’ve got to come now!” He said. “Somethings happening.”

Calvin put me on my feet. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He called to me as he ran down the hatch, closing it behind him.
It felt like an hour had pas-sed before the hatch finally opened back up, but it wasn’t Calvin, it was Master Pedro. “Come on!” He called to me.

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “Calvin said he’d come back.”
Pedro shook his head. “No, Rachel, there’s been an attack.” He said urgently. “I have to get you to safety.”

I went to him quic-kly, feeling the shakes take over my b©dy. “Where’s Calvin?” I asked as I followed Pedro down the stairs.
“He went to join the fight, Rachel.”

I st©pped in my tracks. “Is he ok?” I asked with a shiver.
Pedro’s face showed his stress. “I don’t know.” He said.

“Everything happened so fast.” He told me, shaking his head. “Hundreds were killed.”

“This can’t be happening.” I whispered, trailing close behind Pedro, but staring down at the ring on my f!nger. “This can’t be happening.”

I followed Pedro step for step back out into the bo-ttomlevel of the green house and out into the corridor where the other girls were standing, terror painted onto their faces, and surrounded by guards with actual silver and gold shields.

“What is going on?” I asked again as the guards pu-ll-ed Pedro and I into the center of the protective circle they were forming around us.

No one answered my question, we just walked briskly in the direction of the elevators, but we took a left at them instead of getting on. Greer shuffled beside me, her face red and tears staining her cheeks. Out of instinct I reached out, holding her hand in my left hand. She clutched it ti-ghtly, but when her f!ngersbrushed the ring she glanced down at our hands and her g@sp was audible. I shook my head to her frantically, willing her to not say anything, and she turned away like she hadn’t seen it. I let her go for a second so that I could spin the ring around, facing the diamond to the inside of my hand so it wouldn’t draw as much attention, then gr@bb£d her hand again. “I’m scared.” She whispered as the guards in front of us opened a heavy door, leading us into the stairwell.

“Why won’t anyone tell us what’s happening?” Tessa said shakily behind me.

Pedro shushed her. “We will talk when we get to the bunkers.”
Bunkers? I thought to myself. This whole place is a bunker. We wound down the stone stairs, the air becoming more and more humid until we c@m£ to a door that led into what looked like an ancient libr@ry. The guards were obviously starting to relax as we all packed into the room.

“Someone’s coming!” The guard in the back of the group shouted and suddenly all of us girls were being shoved into the back of the room, our backs against a bookshelf, while the 10 guards lined up in front of us, hunkering down slightly behind their shields.

My heart was pounding in my throat as we stood waiting. I looked to Greer on my left and her head was bowed, eyes closed, praying, while on my right Lexton was crying with her eyes frozen on the door on the other side of the guards. Further down, Pedro was comforting a hyperventilating Tessa. The seconds that ticked by felt like an eternity while I looked forward, steadying my breathing for whatever was about to come. I promised myself that I would stay calm. Even my human ears could hear the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs now, and I quic-kly reached over to pu-ll Lexton to me, wra-pping my arm around her while she buried her face in my hair.

“Oh, pretty girls!” A voice called from the stairs. “Come out now and we’ll kill you quic-kly!” He laughed.

I wasn’t sure if it was his words, or the moldy smell down here that made me feel nauseas, but either way, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to keep from getting sick much longer.
“Surrender, or die!” A guard yelled back, laughter coming back from the hallway in response.

The next events happened so quic-kly my eyes were ha-rd ly able to take it all in.

Three men flashed into the room, easily taking down the two guards in the middle of the formation, blood spraying across my blue dress and my face. The guards that were left went on the attack, and they were moving so quic-kly I couldn’t see them until they’d leave a b©dy lying on the ground in pieces.

I heard matches struck, and two bodies on the ground went up in flames, the sudden flash of blue light causing Greer and Tessa to scream out. I couldn’t hold back my sickness when I saw one of the guard’s bodies that was r!pp£dap@rt begin to move and reattach itself back together. I lurched over, spilling the contents of my stomach in the floor in front of me while Lexton gr@bb£d back my hair.

When I sat back up, there was a man in my face. “You’re so stupid you don’t even kno-.” He’d raised a hand to me, but his movement, and his s£ntence was cut off when he took a b!ow to the face by Master Pedro. The man turned his scarred face angrily to Pedro, and swiftly r!pp£dPedro’s arm clear off of his b©dy with a sick cracking sound. The blood squir-ted out across Lexton and me, drenching our hair in the cold liquid, as Pedro wailed out in pain.

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