Title.
Dedicated to: you
You taste like honey
And you shine like the full moon
Which has lighted my way
Through the darkness which has
Surrounded my mind.
Hence the name: Honeymoon
Savage. Dysire thought about him constently as she sat in the darkness of her cell that she had been put in. He was the only person, the only reason, that kept her strong, kept her fighting. She would wait for Savage to find her, to save her.
He had already saved her once, though she had never told anyone.
Sylen, the founder and leader of the Sanctuary, had taken Dysire in not only because she was a witch but because of her so called "gift" to hear, see, and dream of the dead. Sylen wanted to do nothing more than to help Dysire get rid of her "gift" but everything she had tried was a failed attempt.
And then Dysire had met Savage and her "gift" was gone. But sadly, her "gift" only went away when she was near him and right now she wasn't. She was scared now, more than she had ever been in her entire life.
She moved and flinched as she sucked air though her cletched teeth. The places on her back where she had been whipped stung like hell everytime she moved. She wished they would heal but every night she was washed with salty water which re-opened the wounds and made her cry out in pain.
And yet, no matter how much she wanted to die, she'd fight to live, fight to see Savage one more time. She knew he'd save her if it was the last thing he did. She knew it.
Savage kicked the demonin the chest and as it stumbled back, Savage spun and kicked it in the hea, making it fall to the ground. Then, pulling out a gun, he shot it between the eyes,
Five weeks and three days since Dysire had been kidnapped and Savage still had no idea where she had been taken. He had gone through at least fifty of the demons who lived in France trying to make them to tell him Dysires whereabouts but her always ended up killing them which wasn't good. He had to find Dysire and maybe one of the demons he killed knew where she was but instead of beating the answer out of him, Savage had shot his brains out.
As Savage returned the gun to it's holster, he wonder what was happening to Dysire that ver moment. He wondered how much pain she was in and if she would be able to survive much longer.
He thrusted his hands into his pockets and began strolling down the darkened street. He needed to ind more demons.
Dysire sighed, sagging her shoulder as her magic faded from the tips of her fingers. She was pathetic, weak, and worthless. She didn't deserve to live.
All her life, she was put down, yelled at and discarded like she was nothing. And she accepted it. She belived it.
"You're nothing! You're just a stupid little girl!" her father would tell her and the more he said it, the more she believed it. She always allowed people to step all over her like she was a door mat. But she didn't care because they didn't really know how strong she was getting from all that pent up rage and anger. Sylen had even told her that she was almost as strong as she was.
When Savage got back to his brother's place, he grabbed an apple from the frisge and went upstairs to his room. When he passed Echo's room, his brother's mate called out to him. He came to a halt and then lazily backed up to stand in the doorway. He took a bite out of the apple as he stared at the female vampire.
"Any news on Dysire?" she asked him.
"What do you think?" he snapped then added, "No," when she gave him a dirty look. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go now."
He left the female vampire to her bussiness and locked himself in his room.
He took a cold shower and afterwards dried himself off with a towel. With his hair smelling like coconuts, he returned to his bedroom and tossed the towel on the bed. He then unfolded the pallet on the floor and laid down.
Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow he'd go over to Dysire's house.