Soul

I am entering this story in Vocal's Misplaced Challenge with a quick note:

***I wrote this in 1999 (pre-Twilight series) please excuse the roughness of this story. Thank you.***

Sometimes in my lonely moments, I wonder what life would be without Lazar. Perhaps it would be a little less complicated and a little more ordinary.

By now I might actually know what it feels like to be a mother or to possess those quaint material objects that so many people dream about. After contemplating these ideals for a while, I find that I come back to the same answer. After all, it is he and he alone who shares my pitiful adventure.

We first met in the fall of 1957. I was a young girl then--only seventeen but I had seen and lived through it all before; the violence, the abuse, the suffering. And this day, I had taken just about all I could handle with my boyfriend. Without a thought in my mind, I slipped away quickly and quietly.

I will never forget the moment that I first laid eyes on him.

The waterway in Saint Petersburg was the perfect place for watching the old people holding hands and conjuring up that romantic notion in my head. One day I wished to be like that, my lover and me strolling about the park, fingers entwined, whispering sweet sentiments. It was a bittersweet idea-- one that I knew could never come to pass the way I was living it.

I had just about given up on life...

One look into the black water was enough to make me jump. I did not recognize my face, my brown eyes were red and puffy from crying and my lips were cracked. I was a wreck. “Oh Helena-- what are you going to do-- if you sacrifice yourself you will never again see the wondrous beauty of nature. But then again, if you live you must go back to that monster.”

“Helena." A low voice from behind me echoed. "Surely you know that one day he will kill you.” The voice purred. I turned around quickly, startled, yet unafraid of anything or anyone at this point. The only thought that came into my mind was that should I be threatened with death, I would like to be treated mercifully, keeping both my dignity and pride intact.

Before me was the most striking man that my soul had ever grasped. He was tall and broad shouldered with black hair and green eyes that twinkled when they touched my skin. My stomach became jittery as my gaze met with his and I looked away, too afraid to speak to such an attractive gentleman. “And how would you know that?”

He pulled back my golden-blond hair to reveal the bruises that were on my neck. “It doesn’t take great intellect to figure that out.” He let my locks drop and I quickly used the strands to cover my marks of anguish.

A sudden bout of extreme anger came over me at that point, and, wishing to get back to the task at hand and I turned my back on him. I stared back into the water and found that I could not get the gentleman’s face out of my mind. It was mesmerizing-- hauntingly so-- and I found myself thirsty for more of his chiseled face. I spun around and spotted him sitting at a bench not far from where I stood.

I walked in his direction, not knowing what to say but feeling every ounce of his soul pulling me toward him. He stood up, held out his hand, and just like that we walked about the park hands intertwined like the elderly pairs I had seen earlier in the day.

He loosened his scarf and wrapped it around my neck and I admired the soft material, stroking it gently. “So now you know my name. What is yours?”

“Lazar.” He smiled so brightly at me that I became even more enraptured with him. “I feel as though we are old friends.” He swung my hand playfully, sweetly and for the first time in years I laughed. “I take it that you feel the same way.”

It was a strange idea but one that was not so farfetched. I felt as if I’d known him my entire life. We stopped under a large tree and he pulled me into him. I felt breathless and my heart was racing so quickly that I thought it would leap out of my chest. He lowered his lips a few inches from mine and though I wanted to taste his sweet tongue and feel the softness of his mouth, I turned my head away. “I am taken.” It was a painful moment for me as I imagined my mate, drunk and wild, wide fists in the air, ready to take a swing at me for coming back to him long after dusk.

He brushed my long hair back again, perhaps to remind me of my mistreatment. “Shall I walk you home then?”

I nodded my head and felt my heart in my throat. My mind told me over and over again that it was just not possible for me to fall in love with a man that I had just met, but my heart knew differently. It was all the emotion that I felt since seeing him. We strolled together, our fingers laced and for the first time in my life, I knew I was with someone I was destined to be with.

I never wanted to let him go.

We had reached the door, and I was not willing to say goodbye. “Will I ever see you again?” My hand went to his face and he clasped my fingers, kissing each fingertip tenderly.

“Meet me in the park tomorrow when the sky turns red and the moon begins to rise.” He slowly stepped back leaving me to wish that I had the strength to leave the good for nothing man that I resided with.

The inside of our flat was as clean and tidy as I had left it, and I whimpered thinking back to a year ago when he greeted me at the door with a wine bottle. He probably would have ended it for me right there if he could only get the glass to break. But being that he was so old and drunk, it was next to impossible.

My eyes flitted about the room quickly now, and I wondered when he would surprise me until at last I turned the corner into the bedroom. He was sprawled out, half naked, his mouth wide open on the bed. “Sleeping.” My hand flew to my mouth and I hoped that he couldn’t hear me. The rest of the night was spent on the couch.

After a long fantastic journey in my slumber featuring Lazar as my star, I awoke surprised to see that I had slept the entire day away. The sky was just beginning to turn colors and I looked about the house for any signs of the terrible man before slipping away.

Once again, I went to look for him and found that he was in the same position as the night before. My heart jumped. ‘What if he is dead?’ I gave in to my better judgment to leave him be and crept over to him as quietly as I could. The closer I got, the more fearful I became but my curious mind needed to be satisfied. I needed to know that there was still life in him.

There I was, close enough to see the swollen pores on his face and he didn't seem to be breathing. I placed my hand over his nose. Nothing. I gently placed my hands on the bed and lowered my head to his chest to listen for a heartbeat. Not a single sound. It was then that I realized the truth. He had been claimed as death's new mate.

Without thinking, I ran out of the house, through the streets and into the park. Lazar was already waiting for me with his arms wide open. I leapt into his arms and bawled. “He-- the terrible man who hurt me-- he’s dead.” The tall stranger stroked my hair and moved my hair away from my neck.

“Tell me about your dreams.” His face was stroking mine, and I could feel his soft breathing on my collar. My head tilted sideways and I closed my eyes in peace.

As if a natural force willed me to do so, I slid my hands down to his waist and pulled him closer to me. I liked being like this; felt comfortable in his arms, so I let go of all the negative feelings. My mind relaxed and it all started coming back to me. I explained to him all the images that I remembered, a bridge, a castle and him. He was crying, begging me to be with him before I surrendered myself to an angry mob. “What do you suppose it all means?”

His lips were on my neck now, his hot kisses warming my cool skin. “They are not dreams but memories of the past.” He stroked his cheek against mine and I fought the urge to pull away. It was not what my body wanted; not what my soul wanted. It was what my logical mind begged for. I needed an explanation.

How can that be? I have never lived a life of leisure, or a life of love. I have never before seen a castle, never dealt with swarms of angry people.

His breath became quicker now and he continued to nibble at my flesh. It sent chills of enjoyment throughout my body and I was beside myself with rapture. I tilted my face upward and his lips softly caressed mine. My hands relaxed in his hair and I tugged at his locks softly and nibbled on his lips. He moaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth and at that moment, at that very moment it all came flooding back to me.

In a previous life I was a countess and Lazar had been my lover. I had struggled with something- something I couldn’t quite put my finger on but he had refused to let me go and I didn't know why-- didn't know why... and then it occured to me. “I know what you are.” I pressed my finger across his lips. “I know who you are and I am prepared.”

He smiled and the strangest feeling washed over me. I knew then that he loved me just as I loved him. “Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“It’s what I have been waiting for all my life-- all these years that we have been apart; all this time...”

He took me into his arms and opened my eyes to the world in which we now live.

Lazar saved me that lonely Autumn night and I am forever grateful to him. But sometimes, even as we share our marriage bed, I find my logical mind wandering back into my most recent past. He of course confessed to the slaying of the man who I had been so eager to escape, and in a way I feel terrible and almost cheated that I had not been able to make this decision for myself. But like always, when I do stumble, he is there to catch me. He reminds me that our love will span all eternity. That to me, is the most beautiful gift of all.

My soul, heart and body are replenished because of him.

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