Fan Fiction / Zoids Fan Fiction ❯ Unforgettable ❯ truthful encounters ( Chapter 27 )

To say that Fiona was frustrated would be an understatement. They had a date but that was just all. She had to admit that it was sort of her fault for being kind of picky but it didn't stop her from being frustrated at her indecisiveness.

 

Watching Fiona moving all over the place was rather entertaining in Karen's opinion. “You just need to relax Fiona. Try not to do everything yourself either. We're all here to help you,” she said walking over towards Fiona and took a seat on the couch.

 

“I know but… you see… I just want everything to be perfect,” Fiona said before thinking to herself how rude it sounded. “I-I'm not saying it won't be if you help but!” Fiona yelled in a bit of a panic but was caught off by the sounds of Karen laughing. “Did I say something funny?” she couldn't help but ask.

 

“That's not it,” Karen said calming down her laughter. “I used to have a friend that was just like you before she got married. Even I was just like you before I got married. It just brought back a few funny memories of how much the two of us got so worked up over the whole ordeal,” she said managing to calm down her laughter.

 

Fiona couldn't help but imagine what Karen would look like in her position. It was rather an amusing thought of the already rather eccentric woman freaking out over getting married. In the end she couldn't help but laugh as well.

 

“The only advice I can give you is not to be afraid to ask for help. You're going to have a mental breakdown at the rate you're going. Now, what are you trying to look for?” she asked leaning over and taking a look at the magazine in Fiona's hands.

 

“I was just looking at places for the catering. Not to mention we still haven't found a place to hold the wedding at. Then there's the dress; I just can't find the perfect one,” Fiona said with a pout.

 

A look of deep pondering came over Karen's face. “If you'd like I'll look into catering for you. You know I'm good with this sort of things. Plus it will lighten the load for you,” she suggested with a bright smile on her face.

 

Fiona couldn't help but think that it might be a good idea. She knew her future mother in law wouldn't fail to please whoever she's trying to help. “I guess that could work. Thanks,” she said with a bit of relief in her voice.

 

“It's no problem. I've helped with plenty of weddings as well as worked on my own. There's no better help than someone with experience,” she said before turning and walking out of the room and towards the kitchen where she was cooking their lunch like she usually did.

 

Sighing in exhaustion, Fiona fell down and laid upon the couch. It'd been barely a week since the trial ended. Van and her decided to leave on a vacation since they had to deal with both the trial and work at the same time. It left them both exhausted so they decided to head back with Van's family for a little while.

 

Fiona felt like she would've been more excited about it if it wasn't for the fact that her mother was just a few miles from there. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to see the woman so that she wouldn't be inclined to do something bad to her.

 

It was peaceful around there though. That was the one thing that made her not have to worry about that woman. Here she could get to planning her wedding without having to worry about a lot of interruptions.

 

“I can't help but wonder why he left me with her,” Fiona said out loud as Karen came walking into the room. “He had such good friends like you and yet he sent me to that woman,” she said not willing to ever call her mom or by her name ever again.

 

“He always was a man of mystery. I met him when I was five. We were friends for a good twenty years before he left. I considered him a brother that I never had. If I was to guess it was because he had high hopes for you and Van, same as me. He probably didn't want the two of you to grow up considering each other family,” she said with a bright smile crossing her face.

 

Fiona couldn't help but think it was a rather cruel way to set her up with Van. His idea did do some good though. She did get together with Van like he wanted. She guessed she couldn't help but agree with that way of thinking. She couldn't help but think about how her life would've ended up if she thought of Van as family instead of as a lover. She couldn't help but think about how sad her life would've been.

 

“I guess I understand but it still made my life a lot more difficult than I could handle. Wasn't there anyone else friendlier that he could've sent me to? Why did it have to be her?” Fiona asked growing frustrated at the never-ending questions.

 

Sad eyes turned and looked at the floor. “He didn't have that many friends Fiona. Dan and I were the only ones he was really close to,” she said although even Fiona could tell that she was holding herself back from saying something else.

 

“Did he have any family or anything?” Fiona asked realizing just how little she actually knew about her father. She'd never really heard him talk about his past to her when she was younger.

 

“He was an only child and his parents abandoned him when he was young so he was raised by his grandma, your great grandmother Amelia. But she was getting old and ended up dying when he was twenty. He lived by himself after that until he met Claire,” she explained but didn't like the saddened look that crossed Fiona's face. “He had us though and he said that was all he really needed to be happy,” she said hoping it would cheer Fiona up again.

 

Suddenly, Fiona seemed to have a thought that came to her out of nowhere. “Wait a minute, you said that you and Dan were the only ones he was really close to but wasn't there wasn't there another friend? I remember you mentioning it to me when you talked about what happened to you when you were young,” she said also remembering that woman in the tape that was dancing with her father.

 

Karin's face seemed to pale a few shades. “Um… uh… I think lunch's ready,” she said before rushing back into the kitchen. It was clear that she was avoiding that question at all costs.

 

Once in the kitchen, she closed the door and leaned against it as she took a deep breath. `This lie is going way too far,' she thought as she stood up straight and headed towards the stove. She knew Fiona wouldn't push the subject if she knew that someone wasn't comfortable talking about it.

 

*****

 

Flipping through the channels to the TV, Van almost didn't notice when Fiona came walking into the room until a gentle hand was placed upon his shoulder. He turned his head and looked into the crimson eyes that he loved so much. “Is something the matter Fiona?” he asked taking her hand in his and pulling her onto his lap.

“Nothing. I was just doing some thinking,” Fiona said resting her head on Van's shoulder. “Hey Van, do you remember that other woman in that second tape, the one dancing with my father? Do you know who she is?” she asked hoping her might have some idea.

 

Van thought it over for a few minutes before it came to him. “No idea. I'm pretty sure I'd remember her if she was close to my parents. Why do you ask?” he asked looking into her crimson eyes.

 

“I was asking your mom about why I was given to Claire and not another friend of his. When I brought her up your mom got really jumpy and made a dash for the kitchen. I just know there's something going on,” Fiona said relaxing into his embrace. The one place she'd like to remain for the rest of her life.

 

“Now that is very odd,” Van said finding this new bit of information he was getting very interesting. Usually his mother was very eager to talk about things. Sometimes Van was under the impression that she didn't know when to stop talking. So to have her avoid it was strange.

 

It was silent between them for a while after that. Both ended up just forgetting all about what was going on with Van's mother. Instead they just relaxed and enjoyed being in each other's arms.

 

Finally breaking the silence between them, Van finally asked her something. “So what are your plans for the rest of the day Fiona?” he asked hoping she'd say nothing because he just wanted to be able to take her out on the town for the night. They haven't been able to just get out like that in a while with how busy they were with the trial and their work.

 

“Actually I was planning to maybe go see my dad. I haven't gone there since our vacation a few months ago. I just thought it would be nice to do,” she said with her eyes closed and her head resting upon his shoulder. “Do you mind taking me Van?” she asked giving him her brightest smile.

 

“I don't see a problem with that,” Van said reluctantly letting go of his fiancée in order to stand up. “I may not really know him but he is still going to be my father-in-law,” he said which brought a bright smile to Fiona's face as she stood up as well. “Go get ready and I'll meet you out at the car,” he said which she nodded her head enthusiastically to before she ran up the stairs and towards her room as quickly as she could.

 

Walking towards the door, Van stopped when he saw his father coming down the stairs. “The two of you heading out?” he asked looking over some papers that were in his hands. He only looked up for a brief second before looking back at Van.

 

Bending down to put on his shoes, Van nodded his head. “Yeah, Fiona said that she wanted to go see her father and asked if I could go with her. We were just about to head out. Why? Did you need something?” Van asked looking away from his shoes and towards his father.

 

“Well I didn't but I do now,” he said confusing Van quite a bit. “Since you're heading down that way I was wondering if you could do me a favor. It shouldn't take up much of your time if you're wondering that,” he explained and Van just nodded his head. “I need you to pick up some important documents for me. They're rather important so I would be grateful if you did this for me,” he said looking rather pleading.

 

Looking at his father for a few seconds, Van finally nodded his head. “I don't think it will be much of a problem. Just tell me what I have to get and where,” Van said and his father nodded before leaving and coming back with a pen and some paper.

 

Dan started to write several things onto the paper and it was a few minutes before he finally finished. “Here, that should be all the information that you'll need,” he said handing the paper. “I really appreciate this Van,” he said turning to walk in a different direction.

 

Looking down at the paper, Van saw the name of the place he needed to go but had no idea where it was. `Maybe Fiona knows since she used to live there,' he thought before hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the stair.

 

Turning his head, Van smiled when he saw his beautiful bride-to-be coming down the stairs. “You look as beautiful as ever Fiona,” he said taking her hand. He then pulled her into his chest and laid a passionate kiss to her lips.

 

By the time that they broke apart, Fiona was rather flushed at the action. “I only went to go get changed but I like the greeting anyways,” she said with a slight laugh before noticing the thing in Van's hand. “What's that?” she asked pointing towards it.

“My father asked me to pick something up for him,” he said showing her what was on the paper. “Unfortunately I have no idea where the place is. All I know is that it's in your old hometown. You wouldn't happen to know would you?” he asked as she studied it for a few seconds.

 

Fiona finally nodded her head when she saw the name of the place. “I know where the place is. My father used to go there a lot and sometimes I ended up being dragged along. If I remember right it was a place that had to do with the law. Now that I think about it, the name of the place is that which is run by the Shubaltz family.”

 

Not realizing this, Van looked at the paper again and then realized that she was right. “I wonder why I didn't notice that before,” he said before shrugging it off. “Oh well. Come on Fiona. If we leave now we can get back before night,” he said and she nodded as the two of them stepped out of the house and went to his car.

 

The drive there was relatively silent. Each of them said very few words. Van knew that Fiona still had a lot on her mind especially since they were going to see her father's grave.

 

Taking one hand off of the wheel, Van reached over and took Fiona's hand with it. She turned her head to look at him and she gave him a smile before gently squeezing his hand. He could tell that she was thankful for the comfort because of how sad she was at that moment.

 

`Even after all this time it is still so painful to her to think that her father is still dead. I don't know what I'd do if I lost either of my parents,' Van thought doing the same as Fiona by giving her hand a squeeze.

 

`Her father's dead and her mother's a bitch who hates Fiona. She has no real mother and father right now. My parents act like parents to her but they aren't actually blood related,' he thought giving her a sympathetic smile.

 

It was silent after that until they finally reached the small town. Van just drove straight to the graveyard making only a quick stop to buy some flowers before he drove the rest of the way there.

 

The two of them stepped out of the car and slowly walked around the many different graves until they came upon the one holding the name George Lynette upon it surface. The two of them placed the flowers upon the tombstone.

 

Silently kneeling before the grave, Fiona let a few tears escape her eyes. “You said that your one dream was to see me grow up and get married to the man that I loved the most. It's coming true but you won't be able to see it like you wanted to,” she said as her hands plucked at some grass beneath her.

 

Standing back, Van could only watch as he saw how sad she looked. `She wasn't nearly this bad last time. I guess all the talks about the past during the trial were just really tough on her and brought up a lot of memories. She seemed happy at the thought of coming her but I guess the thought and actually being here are completely different,' he thought with a frown for the pain his fiancée was going through.

 

Looking around, Van couldn't help but take notice of the graves that were around the two of them. They were all of people that he didn't know but there were two graves that had the name Lynette on them as well. `Must be family of him and Fiona. Amelia and Emily? Never heard of them before,' he thought before turning his head back towards Fiona.

 

“Do you want to be alone Fiona? I can always go and do my business and come back for you later if you want,” he suggested figuring that it might be good for her to be alone and talk to her father with him listening in.

 

Looking up at him, Fiona couldn't help but smile. “Can I?” she asked him softly and he just nodded his head. She was actually grateful to have some time alone with her father. “Thank you Van,” she whispered turning back towards the grave.

 

Nodding, Van turned around and started to walk back to the car. He took one last look at Fiona. “I shouldn't be too long so I'll be back soon,” he told her and she silently nodded not taking her eyes off the grave.

 

Having been told where it was already, Van knew where it was that he had to go from her to pick up what his father wanted. He knew Fiona wanted that time alone. That was why he suggested it. The two of them really didn't have any need for words to know what the other was thinking.

 

It only took him about a minute or two before he got there. Stepping out of the car, he walked into the building and towards a desk. “Excuse me, I was sent her to pick up something for Dan Flyheight,” Van explained to the man sitting on the other side of the desk.

 

“Ah! You must be Van! Dan told us you'd be coming in his place,” the man said in a friendly manner as he stood up and started to walk. “Come, we need to get a few things in order first but it shouldn't take too long,” he said before noticing that Van was alone. “Wasn't Miss. Lynette supposed to be with you?” he asked remembering Fiona from a few dealings he had with her father.

 

“She's visiting her father's grave,” Van explained and the man nodded his head. “Can we please just get this over and done with?” Van asked as politely as he could. He wanted to get back to Fiona as soon as he could.

 

“Ok, ok. You're as impatient as your father. This has to deal with you and Miss. Lynette so I thought it would be a good idea to have her here. I guess your father will just have to go over it with you two,” he said heading towards a back room of the place.

 

Van was a bit confused as to what he meant. “Me and Fiona? What does this have to do with the two of us?” he couldn't help but ask as they walked into a back office and both of them took a seat across from each other.

 

“George Lynette left a large sum of money and all of his belongings to his daughter in the event of his death. There were several requirements that she needed in order to get this such as she needed to get married. What your father wanted was just some paperwork regarding it since the wedding is approaching,” the man explained rummaging through a drawer looking for something.

 

Van had heard about this fortune of Fiona's but never really thought about it until then. It didn't matter to him if she was broke just as long as she was with him. It didn't matter because he knew that he could take care of her for the rest of her life.

 

“However…” the man started to say once again. “Most of these documents are meant for your father's eyes only so I must ask that you not look at what's inside,” he said pulling out a rather large envelope that looked like it was filled to capacity with whatever was inside.

 

Van couldn't help but admit that the man's words made him very curious. He sighed knowing that he wouldn't know unless it was his father told him. So instead of saying anything he just reached for the envelope and took it into his hands.

 

“Good, now there are still a few things that I need you to do before you leave,” he said standing up. “Don't worry, it shouldn't take long since it's just simple paperwork,” he said and Van just nodded as a few papers were put in front of him.

 

A few minutes later Van was done and rubbing his sore hand. “There, that should just about do it,” he said standing up and shaking Van's hand before they started to walk to the door. “By the way, congratulations on your engagement to Fiona. I can tell that you're a good person and that's something that she needs. The poor girl has been through so much in her life with what happened to her parents,” he said as they walked back to the main area.

 

“I think it's actually for Fiona that her parents separated,” Van said and the man looked at him a little confused. “She wouldn't be the sweet person she is if she grew up with that old hag Claire,” Van said with a chuckle.

 

The man looked like he wanted to say something but the two were interrupted by what appeared to be yelling. Van almost immediately recognized the voice and groaned as they made their way to see what was going.

 

When they got there Van's suspicions were confirmed when he saw Claire there screaming at a poor elderly lady sitting behind a desk. `Is she stalking us?' he couldn't help but ask himself as the man left his side to approach the lady. “You just never stop yelling, do you old lady?” Van asked with a smirk.

 

Furious eyes turned towards Van. “What the hell do you want Flyheight?! This doesn't concern you!” she yelled before noticing the thing in his hands. She almost immediately knew what it was that he was holding. “Hand that over! This is between Me, George, and that brat Fiona! Your family shouldn't butt in like usual!” she yelled at Van looking angrier than ever.

 

Holding up the envelope, Van couldn't help but put a funny grin on his face. `Time to go back to my favorite pastime, taunting Claire,' he thought with amusement. “You want this?” he asked feeling like laughing. “Tough luck! It's going to my father!” he said loving how he could rub it in her face.

 

“Ms. Claire! You know fully well that you have no control over Fiona's inheritance! That was all put within the Flyheight's control since the reading of the will!” the man that Van had been talking to only a few minutes before said in a loud voice trying to show power to stop her. Yet one glare from the woman almost sent him cowering.

 

“That brat and her father don't deserve anything they have! I do!” she continued to scream at them. “George was nothing but a good for nothing bastard! Always going around behind my back while we were married!” she said in a mocking voice. “Then he up and leaves with that bitch leaving me with nothing! I bet that brat will be just like him!” she screamed as loud as she could.

 

Van himself was starting to feel nervous with her like this but her words struck him pretty hard. “Fiona would never do such a thing!” he found himself growling out as he stared at her with a heated glare.

 

To Van's surprise she just laughed. “Oh that's a good one! She cheated on Ethan, what's to stop her from cheating on you?” she managed to get out through her laughter. “The truth Flyheight is that she's a good for nothing little brat like her father. She should have never been brought into this world. She was a mistake, one that cost me everything!”

 

Van wanted nothing more than to hit the woman. `Why do I have to be a gentleman that never hits ladies at a time like this? ' he thought but that didn't stop his hand from clenching into a fist and shaking in anger at his side.

 

Unknown to any of the people in the room, another person had walked in just a few moments before these words were said. “So I'm just a mistake? I didn't deserve to exist?” Fiona asked since she decided to just walk down here to meet Van. It would've given her some time to clear her head.

 

Turning around quickly, Van stared at Fiona with wide eyes. “Fiona,” was all that he could managed to whisper at the sight of her. To him, she looked so pale and hurt. This made his heart clench painfully in his chest. Her head was facing towards the ground and her body shook with what he presumed to be suppressed sobs.

 

Much to everyone's surprise, it started to sound like Fiona was laughing. Van knew better though. Fiona's laughter didn't have any emotion to it. He could almost feel the pain that was coming out through it.

 

Looking up, Van finally saw the few tears that were running down her face. “That's not true Fiona!” he finally managed to get out. “You deserve to exist much more than her!” he said wanting to take away the pain that he was seeing.

 

Claire just smirked glad that Fiona was there to hear that. “Of course you don't deserve to exist! You're a cheating whore just like your cheating father! Because of you I lost everything and now I would just love to see you lose everything as well!” she said with a smirk.

 

That really sent over the edge, he didn't care about his honor, he wanted to hit that woman so badly. However, he was stopped from doing this when he saw Fiona take a few steps forward. Her steps seemed heavy as she slowly made her way across the room towards Claire.

 

Looking at the approaching Fiona, Claire only smirked again. “What do have something you want to say?” she asked figuring that Fiona wouldn't do anything. That was the way got away with everything before since Fiona wanted her acceptance so badly.

 

Coming to a stop in front of the woman Fiona had tried to win respect from for years, Fiona just stood there for several seconds. Before anyone could react, Fiona's hand came up and she smacked Claire as hard as she could.

 

Van was just plain shocked to see Fiona do that but he had to admit that it was a nice thing to see. `Way to go Fiona!' he thought feeling like laughing at the look of pure shock that was on plastered onto Claire's face. It was clear she didn't expect that to happen.

 

“You know what? I'm actually relieved to hear how you really feel about me,” Fiona said looking up at the woman with her eyes filled with anger. “But I will never let you talk lies like that about my father. He was a good man and would never do that!” she yelled at the woman no longer caring what Claire thought of her.

 

Pulling herself together after the shock, Claire started to laugh. “You can deny it all you want but it doesn't change anything!” she said turning and walking out of the building still laughing and forgetting about the reason she was there in the first place.

 

Taking a few steps towards Fiona, Van was knocked back a step or two when she threw herself into his chest. He didn't say anything as his arms wrapped around Fiona keeping her held tightly to him. “Good job standing up to her like that,” he whispered to her.

 

Fiona released herself and took a few steps back. Much to Van's surprise she was smiling though he saw that there was confusion behind those eyes and he couldn't blame her. He too was confused as to what was really going on between Claire and Fiona's father.

 

“She was lying, right?” Fiona couldn't help but ask. Van just nodded his head quickly and that just made her smile. “What am I saying? Of course she was lying. She's just like Ethan to accuse people like that. No wonder they got along so well,” she said as a laugh escaped her throat.

 

“You know not to listen to her Fiona. Let's head back now,” he said wrapping his arm around her waist. He then turned towards the others. “Sorry for all the commotion,” he apologized but the man he was talking to just waved it off as the two of them walked out of the building and towards Van's car.

 

The ride home, like the ride there was driven in silence. Yet it was rather comfortable between the two of them. Van was surprised because Fiona didn't the least but distressed about what she had just seen and heard.

 

Taking one of his hands off the wheel, Van reached over and took Fiona's hand in his own and gave it a comforting squeeze. He saw her look at him through the side of his eyes and could just make out the smile that she gave him as she too gave his hand a squeeze.

 

About forty-five minutes to an hour later, the two of them finally got back to the house. They got out of the car and stretched before heading into the house hand in hand. The first thing they noticed was that the place sounded pretty much empty.

 

“I wonder where everyone is,” Fiona muttered listening for any sounds of anyone. She swore that you could hear a pin drop should one fall. She knew that Maria and Michael had gone to visits his father's parents but she had no idea about what happened to Van's parents. Usually you'd hear Karin bustling around in the kitchen starting dinner about this time.

 

“Who knows?” was Van's simple reply. He did admit he was curious but only because he had something serious to talk to his parents about. He had a suspicion about something and he wasn't sure if he was hoping he was wrong about it or right about it. all he knew was that he needed to talk to his parents about it.

 

“I guess,” Fiona replied before heading towards the stairs. “I'm going to take a nap. Can you call me down when dinner is ready?” she asked and then walked up the stairs when Van nodded his head.

 

Figuring it was the best place to look, Van headed towards his father's study. Van remembered that he looked busy earlier that day and figured that he was in there trying to finish his work.

 

Stepping up to the door, Van didn't even hesitate before he barged into the room not caring what his dad was doing at that moment. He had questions and he knew that his father had answers.

 

*****

 

Van sat there staring out the window as the moon shone brightly down from the night sky. His parents had left a little while ago to go out since they haven't been able to do anything like that in a long time.

 

Looking up at the lovely night sky was the only thing he could do to keep himself calm. He'd heard something, something that had left him confused and a bit scared. He heard something from his father that he had really not expected to hear.

 

Taking his eyes away from the night sky, he looked down at Fiona who was sleeping peacefully on the bed next to where he was sitting. She just looked so peaceful as if she didn't have a care in the world.

 

Reaching a hand out, Van brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. `How could I not have seen it before? It was always before my eyes and yet I never took notice of it,' he thought leaning down to lay a light kiss upon Fiona's forehead.

 

`You went through much more than I could've imagined. Most of it you aren't even aware of,' he thought carefully pulling his hand away so as not to wake her. Yet he wanted her to wake up. He needed reassurance that nothing had changed by learning this rather startling news.

 

Without realizing it, crimson eyes opened and stared at Van. “Van?” she questioned sitting up in bed while rubbing her eyes. Looking towards the clock, she saw that it was only about nine at night. “I overslept!” she said in surprise. “What about dinner?” she asked sitting up and throwing the covers off of her.

 

“My parents went out for the night so we'll have to make our own,” Van replied staring deep into the crimson eyes that he loved so much. He only saw how she was becoming confused with how intensely he was staring at her.

 

The intensity in Van's eyes was overwhelming to Fiona. There was something deep behind them that Fiona just couldn't place. “Is something wrong Van?” she asked standing up and taking a few steps towards him. “You look like you have a lot on your mind. IS there anything that you want to talk about?” Fiona asked reaching up and caressing his cheek.

 

Van just couldn't seem to find the words. What he'd heard was something serious yet he couldn't even say anything about it to her. Not only was he sworn to secrecy but he also just couldn't seem to find any words needed to mention anything like that.

 

When Van didn't answer, Fiona grew a bit concerned. “Listen, I'm kinda hungry. I'm going to get something to eat. I can tell something is wrong so can we please talk about it when I come back?” she asked and he just nodded his head almost absentmindedly. She then just turned around and walked out of the room leaving Van to his thoughts.

 

It was several minutes before Fiona finally came back into the room. “Now, what's wrong Van?” she asked as she walked towards him. She was just too hungry before then to talk about it but now she was full and ready. Plus there was something else about the way he looked at her. It almost made her nervous about what she wanted to know. `Maybe I intentionally wanted to wait to know,' she thought with a slight frown.

 

Before Fiona could react, Van suddenly grabbed a hold of her and crashed his lips onto her own. Fiona was very surprised but found herself quickly melting into his arms before she came back to her senses and pulled back slightly. “What's gotten into you?” she asked with a slight laugh to her voice.

 

Instead of answering her, Van kissed her lips once again, then kissed her chin, and then moved onto her neck. He heard her moan at the pleasure he was giving her. He was willing to bet that she completely forgot about the question she'd been asking him.

 

The two of them fell onto the bed and Van's lips once again found hers as his hand came up and rested upon one of her breasts. He heard her gasp slightly and then started to massage it through her shirt.

 

Fiona had no idea what was going on but she was really liking what Van was doing to her. All thoughts about what was wrong with him fled from her mind as she just let herself enjoy what he was doing.

 

Returning his kissing to her neck. His hand went down and under her shirt and back up to her breast. This earned him another gasp as he placed a bit more pressure onto it. He then inserted his hand underneath her bra.

 

Fiona loved it when he felt his hand there. His thumb flicked across his nipple as she tried to stifle a moan. While only separated from the kiss, Fiona reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head without taking Van's hand off of her.

 

This time, Van's lips didn't remain on her lips or neck. They started to travel farther down to her chest. He kissed along the top of her brand slightly in the valley that was between her breasts.

 

Van's other hand reached around and skillfully undid the latch to her bra letting it fall loose. It was then that his mouth attacked her breast. He started sucking on her nipple like that of a baby while his other hand continued to massage its twin.

 

Fiona moaned out loud without any fear of someone else hearing since everyone was gone from the house for the night besides her and Van. Her hand came up and ran through Van's hair as he used his tongue to lick around her nipple.

 

Fiona didn't know why but this felt different from all the other times. It felt like Van was paying extra special attention to pleasing her than he normally did. He always paid close attention to pleasing her but it just seemed like it was much more than just that this time.

 

Switching to the other breast, Van started to give it the exact same attention he was giving the other one. He took the nipple in his mouth sucking on it and occasionally nibbling on it which kept earning him moans from his beautiful fiancée.

 

Deciding to even the way they were dressed, Fiona pulled the shirt up making him reluctantly break away from her breasts for a moment or two before he went straight back to it while his free hand went down and started to stroke her sides.

 

“Van,” Fiona moaned and whimpered when she felt him disengage his lips from her breast. It was then that she felt him making his way down but didn't quite make it to her pants before he started to make his way back up. His hand dragged along the sides feeling how soft her smooth skin really was.

 

He more he did this, the more Fiona felt herself wanting much more. Every touch he made added onto her already burning desire but he just seemed to want to savor what he was doing instead of pushing forward immediately.

 

Looking into his eyes, Fiona found herself blushing quite a bit. They were filled with more passion and love than she had ever seen in his eyes before then. `The intensity in his eyes is just so great!' she thought trying to control her blush.

 

Kissing his way down her stomach and to her pants, Van slowly undid the buttons and unzipped it. He then started to pull the pants down and off of her legs leaving her bare to his eyes except for a pair of red panties. He didn't quite worry about them yet as his kissed the inside of her thighs.

 

It frustrated Fiona that Van was so close to her core yet he didn't do anything quite yet. Yet at the same time it pleased her with how he was taking his time and making she that she felt the full effect of what he was doing to her. Either way she was craving his touch and wanted to feel the two of them as they became one.

 

Van kissed the inside of her thigh and down to her ankle trying not to miss any part of her. He wanted to be able to worship her like the jewel that she was. She was perfect in his eyes and needed to be treated like a goddess. All that he had learned that day was also spurring him on to make sure that he pleased her to the best as much as he possibly could.

 

Coming back up, Van's fingers hook around her red lacy panties and pulled on them making them slide down her legs before throwing them off to the side. He then stared at her in all her glory.

 

He'd seen her like this so many times yet it never lost any interest to him. The perfect and flawless body before him was something that he was glad to be the only one to see. She belonged to him like he belonged to her for the rest of their lives.

 

Situating his face in-between her legs, Van lightly blew on her core. He heard her gasp once again at the feeling and smiled. `I'm glad that I'm the only one that Fiona trusted to do this with,' he thought as his tongue came out and licked along her folds causing another loud moan to escape from her mouth.

 

Fiona's hands immediately came out and went into his hair holding him in place. “That feels… nice!” she managed to gasp out through the wonderful pleasure he was eliciting within her.

 

Hearing that spurred Van on as his continued to lick along her folds. He wouldn't stop until she was writhing in pleasure. So his tongue worked its wonders on her making her thrash her head about. He then stuck his tongue inside of her and she released the loudest moan yet. `You'll keep the entire world awake wit moans like that,' he thought but didn't say anything and just went about what he was doing.

 

Van's hands were caressing the soft skin of her legs. One hand left her legs and came up to her womanhood. He removed his tongue from her much to Fiona's displeasure. He placed his over her core and then he inserted a finger into her.

 

Fiona's body jerked at the sudden intrusion and she did her best to muffle the moans that were threatening to escape. She then felt a second and then a third finger inserted into her which was driving her nuts with pleasure.

 

Van knew she was getting close to finding her release. Already her could feel her walls starting to constrict around his fingers slightly. So he continued to thrust his fingers in and once again started to suck on her clit with his mouth.

 

That was all it took as a blinding pleasure coursed through her body. “Van!” she screamed out as her walls clamped around his finger tightly. It was quite a while before the pleasure started to die down and she was able to manage to think coherent thoughts once again

 

“I'm glad you liked that,” Van said smiling lovingly at her as he pulled his fingers out of her and licked them clean of her juices. He loved the taste that was her own. He sudden saw Fiona sit up slightly and started to fiddle with his pants.

 

A few moments later his pants and boxers joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. He felt her grab a hold of his member and try to flip them over but he caught her hand and pulled it away. To him, tonight was purely about her and he didn't need anything more than to know that he was able to pleasure her.

 

“Please Van, I want to do this for you,” she staring into his eyes. “You done so much for me tonight already and I want to be able to make it up to you,” she explained trying again but she once again failed. “I just want to make you happy as well.”

 

“You don't need to do that to make me happy. I admit it's nice but not needed tonight. Being able to see that I managed to pleasure you brings me more pleasure than anything. Besides, there's something much better we could do,” he said as he lightly pushed her so that she laid flat on her back.

 

Moving up so that he was positioned between her legs, Van kissed Fiona's lips passionately as he pushed deep into her womanhood. He enjoyed the feel of her tight love canal massaging his swollen member as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her until he was fully inside of her.

 

This was what Fiona wanted to most. Their minds and souls were connected, she knew that. This was a moment in which they felt like they were one being. Their mind, body, and soul were one and she loved that thought the most.

 

Van pulled out of her slowly before pushing back in earning him a sound which resembled a whimper. He felt how complete they were like this just the same as Fiona was feeling at that exact moment.

 

Pulling almost all the way out, Van the stop and thrust back in making Fiona arch her back off the bed in pleasure. He wanted to take it slow and see every reaction that she made while they were making love.

 

Bringing her leg up, Fiona wrapped it around Van's waist to keep him as close to her as possible. She wasn't sure what was going on with Van right then but she was loving every moment and every intimate touch that the two of them were having that night.

 

Van's hands once again took to caressing her breasts as he made thrust after thrust at a perfect pace that wasn't fast yet not slow at the same time. He saw it as the perfect speed for both of them and Fiona didn't seem to be complaining about it.

 

She could feel it building up in her chest once again. That pleasure that was just waiting for its release. “I can feel it,” Fiona moaned out after Van thrusted into her again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly and held him as close to her body as was possible.

 

Van too could feel his climax approaching. He just wanted to be able to hold on long enough so that the two of them would be able to cum together. Itw as the only way he could imagine this moment to end.

 

Fiona's nails racked along Van's back as she felt her climax teetering on the edge of something. She could feel it, it was there. Yet it just wouldn't come out completely just yet. It was as if it was waiting for Van as well. She smiling knowing that was it. “Let's cum together Van,” she whispered into his ears.

 

That was all it took as Van buried himself into her once more. He felt her walls contract painfully around his member meaning she came just as he found his completion and blew his load deep inside of her.

 

Rolling to the side of her, Van held her in his arms closely as he felt her relaxing against his chest. He felt like besides their first time that that had to be the best they had ever had. Yet nothing could beat their first time together as she laid her claim once again on his heart and body just like he laid his claim on hers.

 

Fiona's eyes slowly closed as she relaxed to the sound of his heartbeat since her head rested right over his heart. It was long before she had fallen asleep with Van whispering sweet nothings into her ears while combing his fingers through her hair.

 

Looking at her peaceful face, Van really couldn't help but wonder how he had never seen it before. He should've been able to notice it before then yet he never did and was fooled by a lie the same as Fiona. He remembered what his father said pretty clearly just a few hours before.

 

***Flashback***

 

As Van suspected, Dan was in there going over some papers. Looking up, Dan saw his son barge into the room but knew he should've expected Van to do that. Van was much too impulsive like his mother. “I see you're back. Did you bring me what I wanted?” he asked and Van nodded before handing the papers he was given over to his father. “Thanks. This really helped me a lot because I was going over a few things dealing with your wedding to Fiona,” he explained and Van nodded.

 

Taking a seat across from his father, Dan looked up and noticed that Van had yet to leave. “Is there anything else that you needed?” he asked before looking down and signing a few papers that were placed in front of him.

 

“Yeah,” Van said examining a few things that were on the desk. “I want you to tell me exactly what happened between Claire and George,” he said with his voice full of demand. He was tired of all the secrets and wanted some answers immediately.

 

Dan stiffened and the pen he was holding dropped from his hand. He then collected himself and looked at his only son. “I don't know what you mean Van,” Dan said obviously trying to avoid the subject that was placed before him.

 

“Cut the crap,” Van swore which he rarely did in front of his parents unless he was completely serious. “Claire's got a big mouth and now I want the answers that I know you have!” Van said a little angrier than he meant for it to be.

 

“I see,” was all that Dan said figuring that it was bound to happen eventually. “Claire's does have a big mouth especially when she gets angry,” he said standing up to walk towards a shelf and started to rummage through it. “If you don't mind my asking, what is it that she said to you? She does like to spew out nonsense at time,” Dan said looking for something that only he knew of.

 

Watching his father intently, Van decided to just tell him about all that had been said. “I ran into her at the place you sent me to. She was yelling at an employee there when I first saw her,” Van explained remembering it all too clearly.

 

“Must've been trying to get a hold of these papers. She'd do anything to make sure that Fiona could be denied her inheritance. She delayed the reading of the will for quite a while. When they finally got to it she was pissed that she wasn't left anything in the will and that everything went to Fiona except for some money that was given to us,” he explained and Van nodded his head.

 

A thought suddenly came to Van that he found a bit confusing. “I thought you said that you wouldn't take any money from him. I know he was gone but you're the type to stick to their word,” Van said looking at his father a bit confused.

 

“We never did before then but he never gave us a choice in the matter this way. It said that no matter what it was to be given to us with or without our approval,” he said and Van couldn't help but laugh at this. “He'd always known that I wanted to open my own business and told me to use this to start it. That is how we were able to start the company in the first place,” he explained and Van nodded again since he always did wonder how his father got the money needed to start such a successful business since before then they were rather poor with his dad going from job to job.

 

“Good history lesson and all but that wasn't what I was asking you,” Van said and Dan gave him a nod silently telling him to continue. Van knew he was just trying to stall as long as possible and this made Van even more curious then before. “She started off with nonsense that Fiona was a mistake and didn't deserve to exist,” he said before he was interrupted by his father.

 

“Fiona wasn't exactly planned. Claire's exactly the same as Tiffany. She'd rather keep a hold of George without any children so that she's the only one that everything could be given to if something were to happen to him. She tried to turn him against us several times to make sure of this but failed every time,” he said hoping that might help Van's confusion a bit.

 

“We knew how she must've felt. She's hated Fiona from day one. It's what she said afterwards that had us angrier at her,” he said and Dan nodded already figuring that he knew what it was already. “She said that George had an affair while they were married,” Van said looking at his father intently. “Please tell me that was just a lie,” Van demanded while his father was still looking for something.

 

Taking a deep breath, Dan continued to speak. “I want to tell you that it is a lie but either way it is true,” he said not able to look at his son. “Let me guess, she's denying it being possible,” Dan assumed finally finding what he was looking for. He saw Van nod. “He never could find a way to tell Fiona about that. She always had this idealized vision of her father and he was scared what she would think of him if she learned about it,” he explained in a low tone. “He never regretted it though,” he said looking sad about something.

 

“Is that what he was trying to tell her in the tapes?” Van asked remembering all that he had heard Fiona's father say. He was so hesitant to tell her some secret. Somehow he had the feeling that it wasn't just that.

 

“To some extent,” Dan answered before placing something face-down on the desk in front of him and pushed it towards Van. “What he really had to say was much more serious than just that,” he explained as Van reached out and took the thing his father placed in front of him.

 

Listing up what appeared to be a small piece of paper, Van soon realized that it was a photo. On it were two very young babies. One was him when he appeared to be only maybe as old as a year and a half. He looked at the other and his eyes widened. The other baby looked up into the paper with piercing crimson eyes and small tufts of blonde hair. This one was probably only seven or eight months old. There was no denying that this baby was Fiona.

 

“You and Fiona knew each other when you were only babies. Her father and her only left when she was about a year old. The two of you were really close to each other even as babies. We always felt that the two of you were meant for each other even since then. By that time he'd already left Claire and was really happy about it,” he said taking the photo from Van's hands.

 

“He was abandoned as a child by his parents and was raised by his grandmother Amelia,” he explained what he knew Karin had explained to Fiona earlier. “After she died he met Claire and had this wrong view of what she was like since she always acted like this good person who had the same interests as him up until they were married. That was when she showed her true colors. So she's basically exactly like Tiffany,” he explained and Van growled at the mention of his ex-wife's name.

 

“Yeah, too much for my liking. Now please tell me what I really want to know. What really happened?! Van asked growing more and more frustrated by the second. “You're just stalling instead of telling me the truth!”

 

Sighing, Dan placed another picture in front of Van. Van picked it up and studied it. Unlike last time, this one was of four older people. Two he recognized immediately as his parents and the third was Fiona's father. The fourth person was a woman that he didn't know. “What does this have to do with anything?” he couldn't help but ask.

 

“I know I'm not supposed to tell you or Fiona but I know you won't stop hounding me until I do. I just ask you not to tell Fiona about it. George wants to be the one to tell her because he felt it would make him feel ashamed to talk about it if she was told by anyone else,” Dan said knowing it was the only reason that he didn't mention it to Fiona before then. He wanted to respect his friends wish even if what he did to Fiona because of it was stupid. “Van; do you realize what the full reason why Claire has such a grudge against Fiona?”

 

Looking up at his father, Van felt himself growing confused. “Didn't you tell me that it was because she didn't want there to be anyone else other than her that could inherit George's stuff?” Van asked not realizing that there was much more.

 

“While that is true, there is much more to it than that,” Dan said before hesitating about what he was going to say next. “The truth is… the truth is that Fiona isn't Claire's daughter!” he said after hesitating a bit.

 

***End Flashback***