Subj: The Jealousy Of Nicholas Blair pt. 11
Date: 1/14/00 1:40:12 PM Central Standard Time
From: Donna Eubanks
Nicholas held his bride very close to him all night. He would not let her go. He kept saying to her in a soft voice, 'I am sorry, my angel. How could I hurt my angel so? I love you." He whispered in her ear, over and over again through the long dark night.
Morning has come to the Blair house. Nicholas was still holding his bride tightly. He awoke to see her sleeping like an angel. She was lost in peaceful dreams. He brushed her hair from her beautiful face. She stirred gently and opened her pretty eyes of blue. "Good morning my love." She greeted him. She looked at him through sleepy eyes.
'You talked in your sleep, Donamarie." He told her. "What did I say?" She asked. She leaned on one arm and looked into his eyes. Her long dark curls fell into his face. He tells her that her hair smells of roses, beautiful and fragrant in the sunshine. "You kept calling my name, angel. Over and over again you called for me. So I held you closely in my arms, all through the night." "I feared you would leave our bed, and go walking through the night searching for me. You were dreaming, my dear. You were having a nightmare." He kissed her ruby lips, and loved her once again in the stillness of the early morning hours.
Nicholas and Donamarie sat by the fire, enjoying a second cup of coffee, after breakfast. "Donamarie, I must talk to you." Nicholas tells her. 'I must tell you how important you are to me." Nicholas tells her, holding her soft and gentle hand. "I do know, Nicholas. I do know." She repeated. " 'I have been a jealous fool. He confessed. And I almost destroyed us." He said in a low voice. "I cannot bear to lose you once again, my dear. For if that should happen, I would ask our master to destroy me. I would not want to continue to exist." "Nicholas..please do not blame yourself. You shall not lose me. Do not ever think that. It was my fault, I kept secrets from you." She replied. Her eyes were misty with emotion, and she feels a lump in her throat.
"I have a gift for you, my dear." Nicholas tells her. He reaches in his pocket, and removes a piece of paper. "This is my feeble attempt at poetry." He tells her. He then begins to read these words..
SHE IS MINE
With hair black as midnight
and eyes of sky blue
is it any wonder that I love you
your voice is so sweet,
like that of a girl
your hair falls so gracefully
in long, dark curls
your heart is as big as the moon in the sky,
your love is as real as the glow in your eyes
Nicholas looked at Donamarie with a wicked grin on his face. "Well my dear, what do you think? I---must admit I am not the writer that you are, but I do learn rather quickly." He confessed. Donamarie looked at her wonderful warlock, as her eyes filled with tears. "Nicholas, that was so beautiful ! I never expected this from you!" She kissed him with her kisses of sugar and fire. Nicholas felt his passion rise again. He wanted to take her to their bed once again and make beautiful love to her. She leaned back, and smiled at him. Her face was all aglow. "You are positively glowing this morning, Mrs. Blair!" Nicholas told her. "It is because of you, Mr. Blair." She said with a delicious laugh. He loved her smile! He loved to see his woman smile! He begins to eye her curiously now, for there is something more he has to give her. He leans close to her, and whispers in her ear. "How about a little magic?" He asks, with a twinkle in his eyes. Donamarie is excited, for she has no idea what he shall do next. She takes in a deep breath, as she watches him perform. 'I have another gift for you." He whispers once again. Suddenly, in his hands which were empty a second ago, he holds a bunch of red roses. "For you, Donamarie." He says with a wink at her. "There are thirteen red roses." He tells her. "Why Nicholas, they are beautiful ! And you used your magic!!" She flashed him a dazzling smile. "But of course..my dear. Did you expect anything less?" He asks. "But thirteen roses? Why are there thirteen?!" She asked in wonder. He reaches to her, and touches her hair, he strokes it softly, feeling the silkiness of its texture. "You have thirteen roses, because that is when I first met you, my dear, on the thirteenth day of December, so very long ago." Nicholas tells her. He kisses her passionately, as the sun streams through the window, and shines on the thirteen red roses given in love this day.
Nicholas picks one delicate, but beautiful rose. He looks at it for a moment, twirling it in his magic fingers. He brings the red rose to his lips, and kisses the rose. He then takes the rose from his lips, and he puts the rose to hers', softly and gently. She looks at him curiously. "Why did you do that?" She asked him. "'Why? He asks. "It's a kiss from a rose, Donamarie. A kiss from a rose, and from me." He says. Using his powers of magic, Nicholas turns on the radio, and "A Kiss From A Rose" begins to magically play through the house.
The two immortal lovers are locked in loves embrace. "I should like to dance with you, Mrs. Blair." Nicholas tells her. "And I should like that very much, Mr. Blair." She replies. They kiss each other for several minutes. The music is softer now. When their kiss is done, their dance begins. The music plays on and on.
to be continued...