Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Love You...Forever ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Anette Chase 
This is a response to a pic my fiancee drew and posted on deviantART, so that doesn't belong to me, but the idea behind this story, as well as the characters do belong to me. There's some inspiration from the musical City of Angels and the song Our Farewell by Within Temptation. Not really that much, but if you look, you'll see it.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.16.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 355 | Status: Completed
This is a response to a pic my fiancee drew and posted on deviantART, so that doesn't belong to me, but the idea behind this story, as well as the characters do belong to me. There's some inspiration from the musical City of Angels and the song Our Farewell by Within Temptation. Not really that much, but if you look, you'll see it.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.16.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 355 | Status: Completed
I'll love you…forever…
“Famous first words,” Dominic spat as he glared at the pathetic excuse for a human being laying before him…his own daughter Alissa. Or rather, his former daughter.
“I told you not to go to that—that Mark! I told you to stay at home, do what I told you. But did you listen? No!” He kicked her in the side, but there was no response from the body on the floor. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mind was elsewhere. These beatings had been happening for the past few hours, and she'd quickly found that she could send her mind away from the torture…the pain… So, she immersed herself in memories…memories of him…
***
Sighing contentedly, Alissa looked up at Mark, seeing a big grin on his face. They'd been secretly together for almost a year now, and they couldn't have been any happier. The only shadow on their relationship was Alissa's father, but neither of them wanted to think on that, as he'd done enough to Alissa to make anyone's thoughts turn sour. So, they were walking around, simply enjoying each other's company. It was almost time for school to start again, which meant Alissa would be going off to college a few hours away from home. That was another thing the two weren't looking forward to, but they would deal with it, as they always did.
Leaning up against Mark, Alissa smiled. He chuckled as he began to tickle her, causing her to squeal loudly on the street. The two were so focused on each other that they didn't notice the motorcycle until it was too late.
Alissa began to panic, “Oh no, he saw us!”
“Shh, shh… it'll be okay. C'mon.” Mark took her hand and they made their way to his apartment. Shutting the door behind them, he led her to the couch and sat her down, trying to keep her calm, though that was nearly impossible. Tears were pouring down her face, causing his heart to clench. “Lis, it'll be okay, I promise.”
“You-you don't understand! He'll kill me for sure!”
“He wouldn't kill you for just hanging out with me—“
“You don't know him the way I do! He would! He's completely ruthless, and he's very possessive of me!”
Mark tucked a strand of his dark brown hair behind his ear, sitting next to her and taking her into his arms. “He's not the only one, Lis. I promise, I'll never let anything happen to you. Never…”
The young woman sniffed, looking up at him. “Do you really mean that?”
He nodded, a faint smile on his face. “Yes, I do.”
Alissa's eyes watered again, and she buried herself in his chest, crying once again. After about half an hour, she was asleep, so, very gently, Mark picked her up and took her to his bedroom, laying her on the bed. Just as he went to shut the door, he heard a faint mumbling from the direction of his bed.
“Please…stay with me,” Alissa whispered softly.
“Are—“
“I don't want to be alone. Somehow, just by having you around, I can rest easier.”
Nodding, Mark climbed in the bed next to her, pulling the covers over them both. He lay awake for some time, thinking on the day's big event.
`If he'd be angry with her just by her bring with me, then what will he do when he discovers we eloped?'
That sobering thought followed him as he went to sleep. Before sleep overcame him, however, he whispered into Alissa's ear, “I'll love you…forever.”
***
“You stupid, lazy bitch! I told you that you weren't allowed to date anyone, let alone get married to some boy I've never met!” Dominic kicked her again, causing her to cough weakly, a small trail of blood coming out of her mouth.
'At least Mark's safe…'
***
The next day, Alissa awoke to find herself on Mark's chest. He was sleeping soundly, something she envied him for. The young woman had been waking up about every hour or so, an effect of living in her house with only her father. As a result, she rarely got enough sleep, but she dealt with it. Right at that moment, she was content to watch him sleep…listen to his heartbeat. For some odd reason, listening to his heart beat could calm her down like nothing else could.
`I can't stay…' She thought sadly. `Dad's still got friends on the force, and they'll track me down…and hurt Mark. I can't do that. He promised to protect me…but I'm not going to let him get hurt because of me.'
Closing her eyes to prevent the escape of any more tears, she slipped her ring off of her left ring finger, placing it on a piece of paper. Quickly, she wrote him a note, telling him not to worry about her…and farewell.
`Is this really our farewell?' She thought somberly as she left the apartment, never looking back.
***
Mark cursed under his breath, reading the note he'd been left. “Damnit, Lis, how can you do this?!” Ignoring the pouring rain, he stormed out the door, racing over to Alissa's house, hoping to get there before it was too late.
***
“I'll show you what happened to your mother, you damn whore!”
Alissa had already begun to lose consciousness, and she somehow knew that if she were to fully lose consciousness…she would be forever lost. Her father would kill her, and that was that. `Mark…I'll love you, no matter what happens. Maybe we'll meet again in another life…' She closed her eyes, ready to give up, knowing that she'd at least had the feeling of being loved by one person in her life, and content with that. She didn't want to be turned into a puppet like her mother had and would rather die than become that.
As her sight finally dimmed to nothing, she heard one last sound - a booming thunder and the crashing of glass.
***
“Who the fucking hell are you?!” Dominic yelled, glaring at the man who'd dared intrude his house.
Mark glared right back at him. “I'm her husband, you piece of shit.”
“No one calls Dominic Fidler a piece of shit!”
The young man's eyes narrowed. “Oh, really? I just did. And now, I'm leaving. Lis's coming with me whether you like it or not.”
“You can't take my daughter! She's mine!”
“Not anymore.” As calmly as he could, Mark went over to Dominic and stared him right in the eye. “She's an adult, she doesn't have to stay with you.” Swiftly, he punched the older man in the gut, causing Dominic to double over, eyes bulging.
“You…bastard!”
“Don't refer to yourself like that. You're not that good of a person.” With that said, Mark bent down and picked Alissa up, cradling her gently in his arms as he walked back out in the pouring rain.
***
When Alissa awoke, she groaned.
“Are you alright?”
Blinking and trying not to scream out in fear, she opened her eyes to see that she was warm and dry in one of Mark's t-shirts…in his bed. Mark was looking down at her, worry evident on his face.
“I…I think so? What are you doing? Why am I here? What happened to my father?!”
“Shh, shh…calm down. I took care of him. He's in the city jail right now, awaiting trial for attempted murder. I didn't leave him much of a choice.”
Slowly, Alissa sat up. “But how…?”
“I knew you'd gone to confront your father…even if you didn't say so in your note you left. I mean, you can't read much out of, `I'm sorry, I have to leave. Good-bye.' I'd almost thought you meant you…” He looked away, and Alissa gently put a hand on his face, turning him so that he was facing her.
“I'll never stop loving you, Mark. You know that. That's why I left.” She took her hand back, looking down at her lap. “I couldn't stand the idea of you getting hurt to protect me…that's what happened to my mother. And do you know what he did to her? He killed her! Right in front of me! He wanted to prove that I was worthless, and he's right! All I do is cause pain to those I care for…” Silently, tears began to fall again.
“Alissa…that's not true. You're not worthless—“
“Yes I am!” She clenched the blankets in her fists. “All I do is cause endless suffering! My mother died, you could have died—“
“That proves that you're far from worthless! Listen, Lis. That only shows how much we care for you! I would gladly die for you, if I knew you would be safe and happy! You know that!”
“But that's suffering needlessly!”
“I would rather suffer that than what I did when I woke up three days ago to find you gone.”
Alissa stared up at him. “Three days? That's how long I've been asleep?”
Mark nodded, looking away from Alissa.
“Mark…Why don't I have any bruises? I remember being kicked several times in the stomach…I should be sore from that, but instead I feel fine…”
“Lis…I've got something I need to tell you…” There was a slight tremble in his voice, but Alissa could barely detect it, and that was only because she'd known him for so long. “I…I'm not what you think I am.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
There was a slight glow emanating from him, and Alissa could see his shadow on the wall…only there were wings on his back.
“I'm an angel.” He closed his eyes and turned his face so that it was turning towards the ground. “The gods sent me to keep watch over you, and I thought it would be easiest if I was your friend…so I came up with a persona, and went to your school. Over time…I started becoming more and more human…and I started falling in love with you. You're just—no words can describe how I feel for you!”
Alissa leaned forward, taking Mark's hands in her own and causing him to look up at her. She had tears in her eyes again, but this time there was a smile on her face.
“Mom was right…she did send me an angel… She promised to send me an angel that would watch over me and love me…” She pulled him close to him, hugging him. “Just because you're not human, my feelings haven't changed. I still love you for you.”
His eyes slid shut and he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you…” His voice sounded a bit wavery now, and it was obvious he was trying not to cry, but that didn't matter to either of them. They had each other, and the main obstacle in their life was now gone. All that was left now was the two of them. So long as they were together, nothing could touch them…not even the fact that Alissa was now dead and they were in Summerland.
“Famous first words,” Dominic spat as he glared at the pathetic excuse for a human being laying before him…his own daughter Alissa. Or rather, his former daughter.
“I told you not to go to that—that Mark! I told you to stay at home, do what I told you. But did you listen? No!” He kicked her in the side, but there was no response from the body on the floor. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mind was elsewhere. These beatings had been happening for the past few hours, and she'd quickly found that she could send her mind away from the torture…the pain… So, she immersed herself in memories…memories of him…
***
Sighing contentedly, Alissa looked up at Mark, seeing a big grin on his face. They'd been secretly together for almost a year now, and they couldn't have been any happier. The only shadow on their relationship was Alissa's father, but neither of them wanted to think on that, as he'd done enough to Alissa to make anyone's thoughts turn sour. So, they were walking around, simply enjoying each other's company. It was almost time for school to start again, which meant Alissa would be going off to college a few hours away from home. That was another thing the two weren't looking forward to, but they would deal with it, as they always did.
Leaning up against Mark, Alissa smiled. He chuckled as he began to tickle her, causing her to squeal loudly on the street. The two were so focused on each other that they didn't notice the motorcycle until it was too late.
Alissa began to panic, “Oh no, he saw us!”
“Shh, shh… it'll be okay. C'mon.” Mark took her hand and they made their way to his apartment. Shutting the door behind them, he led her to the couch and sat her down, trying to keep her calm, though that was nearly impossible. Tears were pouring down her face, causing his heart to clench. “Lis, it'll be okay, I promise.”
“You-you don't understand! He'll kill me for sure!”
“He wouldn't kill you for just hanging out with me—“
“You don't know him the way I do! He would! He's completely ruthless, and he's very possessive of me!”
Mark tucked a strand of his dark brown hair behind his ear, sitting next to her and taking her into his arms. “He's not the only one, Lis. I promise, I'll never let anything happen to you. Never…”
The young woman sniffed, looking up at him. “Do you really mean that?”
He nodded, a faint smile on his face. “Yes, I do.”
Alissa's eyes watered again, and she buried herself in his chest, crying once again. After about half an hour, she was asleep, so, very gently, Mark picked her up and took her to his bedroom, laying her on the bed. Just as he went to shut the door, he heard a faint mumbling from the direction of his bed.
“Please…stay with me,” Alissa whispered softly.
“Are—“
“I don't want to be alone. Somehow, just by having you around, I can rest easier.”
Nodding, Mark climbed in the bed next to her, pulling the covers over them both. He lay awake for some time, thinking on the day's big event.
`If he'd be angry with her just by her bring with me, then what will he do when he discovers we eloped?'
That sobering thought followed him as he went to sleep. Before sleep overcame him, however, he whispered into Alissa's ear, “I'll love you…forever.”
***
“You stupid, lazy bitch! I told you that you weren't allowed to date anyone, let alone get married to some boy I've never met!” Dominic kicked her again, causing her to cough weakly, a small trail of blood coming out of her mouth.
'At least Mark's safe…'
***
The next day, Alissa awoke to find herself on Mark's chest. He was sleeping soundly, something she envied him for. The young woman had been waking up about every hour or so, an effect of living in her house with only her father. As a result, she rarely got enough sleep, but she dealt with it. Right at that moment, she was content to watch him sleep…listen to his heartbeat. For some odd reason, listening to his heart beat could calm her down like nothing else could.
`I can't stay…' She thought sadly. `Dad's still got friends on the force, and they'll track me down…and hurt Mark. I can't do that. He promised to protect me…but I'm not going to let him get hurt because of me.'
Closing her eyes to prevent the escape of any more tears, she slipped her ring off of her left ring finger, placing it on a piece of paper. Quickly, she wrote him a note, telling him not to worry about her…and farewell.
`Is this really our farewell?' She thought somberly as she left the apartment, never looking back.
***
Mark cursed under his breath, reading the note he'd been left. “Damnit, Lis, how can you do this?!” Ignoring the pouring rain, he stormed out the door, racing over to Alissa's house, hoping to get there before it was too late.
***
“I'll show you what happened to your mother, you damn whore!”
Alissa had already begun to lose consciousness, and she somehow knew that if she were to fully lose consciousness…she would be forever lost. Her father would kill her, and that was that. `Mark…I'll love you, no matter what happens. Maybe we'll meet again in another life…' She closed her eyes, ready to give up, knowing that she'd at least had the feeling of being loved by one person in her life, and content with that. She didn't want to be turned into a puppet like her mother had and would rather die than become that.
As her sight finally dimmed to nothing, she heard one last sound - a booming thunder and the crashing of glass.
***
“Who the fucking hell are you?!” Dominic yelled, glaring at the man who'd dared intrude his house.
Mark glared right back at him. “I'm her husband, you piece of shit.”
“No one calls Dominic Fidler a piece of shit!”
The young man's eyes narrowed. “Oh, really? I just did. And now, I'm leaving. Lis's coming with me whether you like it or not.”
“You can't take my daughter! She's mine!”
“Not anymore.” As calmly as he could, Mark went over to Dominic and stared him right in the eye. “She's an adult, she doesn't have to stay with you.” Swiftly, he punched the older man in the gut, causing Dominic to double over, eyes bulging.
“You…bastard!”
“Don't refer to yourself like that. You're not that good of a person.” With that said, Mark bent down and picked Alissa up, cradling her gently in his arms as he walked back out in the pouring rain.
***
When Alissa awoke, she groaned.
“Are you alright?”
Blinking and trying not to scream out in fear, she opened her eyes to see that she was warm and dry in one of Mark's t-shirts…in his bed. Mark was looking down at her, worry evident on his face.
“I…I think so? What are you doing? Why am I here? What happened to my father?!”
“Shh, shh…calm down. I took care of him. He's in the city jail right now, awaiting trial for attempted murder. I didn't leave him much of a choice.”
Slowly, Alissa sat up. “But how…?”
“I knew you'd gone to confront your father…even if you didn't say so in your note you left. I mean, you can't read much out of, `I'm sorry, I have to leave. Good-bye.' I'd almost thought you meant you…” He looked away, and Alissa gently put a hand on his face, turning him so that he was facing her.
“I'll never stop loving you, Mark. You know that. That's why I left.” She took her hand back, looking down at her lap. “I couldn't stand the idea of you getting hurt to protect me…that's what happened to my mother. And do you know what he did to her? He killed her! Right in front of me! He wanted to prove that I was worthless, and he's right! All I do is cause pain to those I care for…” Silently, tears began to fall again.
“Alissa…that's not true. You're not worthless—“
“Yes I am!” She clenched the blankets in her fists. “All I do is cause endless suffering! My mother died, you could have died—“
“That proves that you're far from worthless! Listen, Lis. That only shows how much we care for you! I would gladly die for you, if I knew you would be safe and happy! You know that!”
“But that's suffering needlessly!”
“I would rather suffer that than what I did when I woke up three days ago to find you gone.”
Alissa stared up at him. “Three days? That's how long I've been asleep?”
Mark nodded, looking away from Alissa.
“Mark…Why don't I have any bruises? I remember being kicked several times in the stomach…I should be sore from that, but instead I feel fine…”
“Lis…I've got something I need to tell you…” There was a slight tremble in his voice, but Alissa could barely detect it, and that was only because she'd known him for so long. “I…I'm not what you think I am.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
There was a slight glow emanating from him, and Alissa could see his shadow on the wall…only there were wings on his back.
“I'm an angel.” He closed his eyes and turned his face so that it was turning towards the ground. “The gods sent me to keep watch over you, and I thought it would be easiest if I was your friend…so I came up with a persona, and went to your school. Over time…I started becoming more and more human…and I started falling in love with you. You're just—no words can describe how I feel for you!”
Alissa leaned forward, taking Mark's hands in her own and causing him to look up at her. She had tears in her eyes again, but this time there was a smile on her face.
“Mom was right…she did send me an angel… She promised to send me an angel that would watch over me and love me…” She pulled him close to him, hugging him. “Just because you're not human, my feelings haven't changed. I still love you for you.”
His eyes slid shut and he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you…” His voice sounded a bit wavery now, and it was obvious he was trying not to cry, but that didn't matter to either of them. They had each other, and the main obstacle in their life was now gone. All that was left now was the two of them. So long as they were together, nothing could touch them…not even the fact that Alissa was now dead and they were in Summerland.