Fan Fiction ❯ No Malice Left ❯ Chapter 4

Chapter 4

 

It was now the year 1780. I was in Paris, France to start over again. I was unsure of how I was to get by, considering I looked so young. I suppose one man felt sorry for me, for he allowed me to work in his bar even though I was underage.

There was a catch however. He wanted me to "be his woman" as he put it. He wanted me to love him unconditionally with no strings attached to my heart. But there was a problem, I still loved Chris and I missed him with all my life. He was my soul, my heart, my body.

The bartender never knew how much I truly cared about him because I never really said anything about my past. But I eventually quit and that night something amazing happened to me. Something that would change my life forever.

I ran into an old friend. Christopher's brother, Julian. It had been ages since I had seen him. I was but a young maiden the last time I saw him. I had forgotten how strangely...beautiful he was. His pure black hair with his deep blue almost purple eyes, those slender hips and that mouth...his mouth...his mouth could capture even the most sinister of women into the kiss of death. The finely chiseled facial features, and the all too familiar platinum armband that was on his upper left arm.

It was something about the way he was dressed. His black muscle t-shirt with the black jeans that hugged his slender hips. Those black boots that make no sound on the cobblestone road. It was just too much to bear. He was too beautiful to even describe in words. As it is, it is hard to talk about it now.

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. His arms snaked around my waist pulling me closer into his embrace. I felt safe within that moment. I knew then that he was the one I had been searching for. It truly was a new beginning.

 

Or at least so I thought. For just then, my cousin came sauntering up. She shot her flirting gaze at Julian and I knew then, he was instantly hooked by her. I could only stand helpless and watch as the man whom I thought I would be with for the rest of my life was taken away in a single swipe.