《Sweet Child of Chaos》I wonder if you feel it when I'm dreaming of you
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A beautiful brunette run across the garden, laughing loudly as the eagles followed her, the tip of her fingers flickering with a white light as she painted the air with an almost invisible magic.
Laying on the ground was a handsome man with devilish eyes, which seemed entranced by the scene in front of him.
"I'm wondering if you like those creatures more than me, darling" he teased her, his dark brown eyes meeting her auburn ones as a smirk appeared on his face.
"What's there to wonder? I thought it was obvious my preference towards them" Kisa taunted with a grin, before she skipped in his direction.
Her long indigo dress following her movements as she carelessly laid under the tree by his side, feeling the heavy hand that had wrapped around her waist, pulling her petite body to lay on top of his.
"You're breaking my heart, darling" he whispered on her neck, his hot breath colliding against her cold skin as she shivered in delight, eyes dazing over as she felt his lips softly sucking the spot.
"We both know that it'll be the other way around... Обичам те" Kisa whispered back, pecking his lips when she saw his cute confused face at the unknown language.
"What does that mean?" The man asked with a frown, raising his hand to caress her cheek as she leaned on his touch.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The Petrova teased with a dangerous smirk, her dark eyes analyzing his every feature, his dark brown hair, equally dark brown eyes, that would turn pitch black when his temper started to rise.
His light skin, lean yet athletic build and the smirk that was always present on his lips. He was the definition of dark and mysterious, just the two things that attracted Kisa the most.
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Her eyes left his face, a red tint covering her cheeks when she noticed that he was staring right back at her with the same expression.
"We should run away" he muttered seriously, standing on a sitting position as he accommodated her on his lap, looking at the way her eyes shined at this sentence.
"Where are we going? I'll pack my things as fast as possible" she could tell that he was surprised, but why? Was it so bad that she wanted to escape with him?
"What about Katerina?"
"What about her?" She talked back with an annoyed look on her face, it's not like they were supposed to live together for the rest of their lives just because they were twins.
The male smiled widely at this, kissing all over her face as she laughed softly, trying, and failing, to leave his arms.
Her arms locked behind his head, pulling their foreheads together as they smiled at each other, blinded by the feeling of love after being together for some months.
Months... some would say that it wasn't enough to know someone, but considering the time they lived in, she could have been in an arranged marriage with someone that she had never seen before.
The thing about Kisa, however, had always been her intensity, she loved deeply those that had caught her interest and he... he was just otherworldly for her.
"I really care about you" Kol whispered against her lips, his eyes watching carefully her features, noticing the way her lips expanded into a wide smile and the small wrinkles around her eyes and lips.
"I really care about you too"
Blinking her eyes open, the brunette saw someone holding her tightly, it wasn't him, but the scent was familiar, hiding her disappointment, Kisa put a smirk on her face as she coughed.
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"You're squeezing me to death, beasty" Malia quickly let go of her, wiping away her tears as she checked the vampire for any injuries.
"What happened? Did he hurt you?" The werecoyote asked quickly, helping Kisa stand up.
"'No, I'm fine... seriously. Did you find out where they live?" The vampire wondered out loud, leaving the school with Malia.
"Yep! I took some documents from Eichen and gave it to them" Malia answered, walking closer to the vampire as they saw the darkened sky.
"Perfect" Kisa murmured as she slowly started to walk towards their home.
"So? What are we doing now?" Malia asked in excitement, it was clear for the vampire that she was happy to be involved once again in a supernatural situation.
"Now we wait" Kisa spoke seriously, much to Malia's surprise.
"Wait? Why? Weren't you saying that we needed some action?" The werecoyote asked dumbfounded, looking with wide eyes at the Petrova who was looking at the sky with a lost look on her face.
It was only just a memory...
"Sometimes you have to wait for the right time, darling"
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