Passo 3 - Jake

"It's now." you whispered to Jake " The coronation. The moment of truth."
" I know." he answered, caressing your soul with his soft yet firm voice " I just want you to know that I'll never let anything happen to you and that, no matter what happens, I believe in you."
" How can you be so amazing to me?" you asked, releasing your hands from his "I'm spoilt, selfish, coward..."
He stopped you from saying anything else by brushing his finger softly against your lips and wiping the one tear that was falling down your cheek.
"Hush. I know you aren't perfect." he stated , smiling " That's what I love about you. If you were perfect, you wouldn't dance the way you do and you wouldn't be so idealistic. All that is wonderful hides in small imperfections."
The sound of a soturn, sad yet involving song surrounded the room as Jake's eyes gave you the strength to turn and walk towards the altar and throne. The smirk in the King's lips as he observed the way the black and crimson dress suited you, made your hips gain a never accomplished sensuality. From the crowd, you saw Louis's eyes gazing in your direction tormented, regretful, patient, wistful and sad. You wanted to say you were sorry, but the words seemed to want to be caged inside your mouth and ~that you'd lost the key.
"Princess, Lady of the Lost Ones, come to me." the whisper of the King's voice attracted your soul, your mind, your body. All so eager of the coming knowledge "Let yourself flee from your mortal boundaries and from the weakness of those broken memories from before."
His arm pulled your body against his as he brushed his right hand from your lips and cheek to your neck. You felt him tossing your hair aside with his fingers and his left hand placed on your balley, giving you an unspeakable urge to acknowledge the meaning of the moment.
Suddenly his fangs penetrated the skin, the muscles. The pain was excruciating, but also exciting and divine. It seemed like your senses were so vivid yet impossible to control. You yarned for the pain. The woman whose blood was being sucked wasn't you. It didn't matter who she was nor who was drinking your blood. What mattered was the butterflies, the shiver going down your spine caused by it. Then, he stopped. You were weak,now, and you couldn't almost keep yourself standing up. You turned to see the King biting his hand. You approached him and started to drink it. His blood was almost savage, it wanted to possess you, wanted to own you and you were loving every bit of it.
"Drink, Sarah. Drink..."

Muitos se perguntam, "quem é o Jake? Porque é que é ele um ponto na tua lista?" Bem, fez parte de uma história que comecei a escrever aos 16 e da qual desisti aos 18...A história em si, era boa, mas não o suficiente. Algo twilight...Ele era o protagonista e ele e mais dois personagens foram os que mais me apaixonaram pelo que quero escrever uma história que o torne real. Real no sentido figurativo, claro. Real em termos de fazer parte duma história. Isso derrubaria dois pontos da lista. ^^
Bem, vocês depois vão saber melhor os detalhes. Só quis dar um pouco a conhecer os objectivos. Este é um deles.

Aos poucos, vou libertando o personagem e dando vida à história, porque é o meu "bebé" e eu não desisto desta história tão facilmente.

Amanhã, depois do belíssimo caso de constitucional e uma doce dose de sucessões, espero que dê para fazer algo, isto é, se eu não sair. Também é provável. De qualquer modo, vou-vos dando notícias.