..::**M&M**::.. Selene en Moonlight: M.S. 3 "Your Scent"

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Previously on MISSING SCENES OF ML...

"THE GUARDIAN ANGEL"

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Sometimes the perfume may be the only tie between reality and dream, past and present, memory and forgetting ...Sometimes, the perfume is the only key able to open our memories box.

Welcome to another "Missing Scene". I invite you to visit "YOUR SCENT" and you´ll see that the perfume can tell us a lot of things. Just listen it please

YOUR SCENT:

MICK: When my soul was awakened, my conscience woke up too with guilt. A guilt that haunted me after killing Coraline and the feeling that I avoided my release; there was moments I could see her body burning in the flames. That guilt created in me a new connection even more difficult to undo. I desperately wanted to break with the past but the past always haunted me in some way and I couldn’t help but feel trapped in it. However, In respect to my ex-wife, I knew that there would not be no other ending except death because it was present among us since the beginning and sooner or later I´d have done it, but it happened that night and was done to save Beth and that reason became my only comfort.

And about the monster I once was...

Well, I guess if the ruin of a few souls is in the oblivion, I simply refused to forget. I needed to compensate humans for everything I did in my awakening as a vampire. When I met Beth, my purpose turned into something more than just an excuse to live among mortals. It turned into something really vital to me. It was as if I had the urge to make myself worthy of her, perhaps with the hope of being able to look into her eyes same day. But I also needed to feel that peace again, the same peace I felt when I saved her life or when she took my hand looking for my protection in her dreams. At that moment, for a few seconds, I stopped feeling a monster. She made it happen and it was like a miracle for me, a miracle which finally awakened my soul and my conscience.

So I stopped doing what everybody does: taking care of myself and I began the road to my true redemption by taking care of others, but mostly taking care to her.

The time when instinct prevailed ended forever that night and I started to control the will of the vampire. I had to feed off blood, yes, that was inevitable, but it would never be live blood, even that of a Freshie, because everything that fed my instinct would destroy my conscience and now I was unwilling to back down. I had finally found a reason to exist and I would not allow the beast that lived in me to destroy that. If it was a matter of will, mine would be of iron.

I took care of her without being seen, watching her life in the distance but that distance often proved too hard, too cruel. I watched her grow and saw her sweet laughing, at first enjoying her small successes as a child, then enjoying her teenager dreams but always putting a warm breath to my poor undead heart. But I also saw her suffering and mourning her errors, her losses and disappointments hugging her pillow as if unconsciously she was seeking shelter, just like that night while the tears rolling down her face and her cries filled my soul with anguish and helplessness too. However I had to stay hidden, I could not speak or give her comfort, I couldn’t hug her though her tears that were tearing at my soul. I was condemned to a cruel silence of solitude, struggling with the need, more and more irrepressible, that arose in me every time I saw her suffer. But it had to be like this.

I should remain banished from her memory along with everything else that happened the night of her kidnapping. It was best for her and best for me, even though she continued to seek my refuge in her dreams and I was dying because I couldn’t do it.

It was something I took as part of my punishment for being what I was and I consoled myself with seeing her grow up happy and safe…

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Beth grew up restless, curious, fearless and with an incredible tendency to get into trouble, although I admit that most of the time she also had the resources to avoid them. In any case, contrary to all expectations after her experience, she seemed love the risk.

Maybe that's why when, over time, I saw her on the screen of my computer as a reporter for Buzzwire, and amid the scene of a crime, alarms bells went off. Seeing her blue eyes looking at me through the screen was enough for me and I felt an uncontrollable urge to go to where she was. I guess in that moment I didn’t think of anything else and that is precisely the problem...when it´s about Beth, something awakens in me a sort of protective instinct that leads me to act without considering the consequences, perhaps because she comes first above everyone else including myself, it´s always her.

And now that I think of it, I don’t know to what extent it was a protective instinct or a territoriality instinct because the truth is that she and everything about her had become "mine" right from the moment I decided to save her life. From that moment I found a reason for living.

BETH: He was always in my dreams in one way or another. As a child I imagined him as my guardian angel. When I was a teenager I tried to find him in the face of my idols ... but he had no face for me, he was only a kind of feeling that was present in my mind and my heart even when nightmares tormented me or when I felt close to danger.

He was something unreal that was in the air, something I couldn’t see but that, inexplicably, I was able to feel. It was something I couldn’t describe or understand, but it made me feel good. It was a smell, a soft tender whisper in my dreams calling my name. It was the sound of calm, the scent of security, something that erased my fear and made me feel strong and safe. Maybe that's why I sought the risk without realizing that perhaps in my subconscious all I wanted was to feel his presence.

But he was not only there when I was in danger, he was also there in those moments in which life hit my heart and I was locked in my room, curled up in my bed, wishing I could disappear. In those moments I spoke to the silence begging him ‘stay, stay with me, I need you by my side’ and immediately I felt this strange sensation of calm and all my anxiety disappeared. Right then, somehow, I knew that I was not alone.

I was never sure if it was real or just the fruit of my fertile imagination, until one night that feeling took shape before my very eyes. That night the past came back into my mind and my memories that were sleeping began to awake.

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Something changed in me that night when I saw her walking barefoot in the icy water of the fountain. It was a new feeling that I couldn’t understand then, but I do understand now. It was as if after all these years, suddenly we were seeing each other for the first time and I stayed there, still, unable to take my eyes off her. I remember Lt. Carl chided her as she took photos of the body of the dead girl and then I saw her walking with her woman's body, but with an attitude of naughty girl. It seemed like she had been caught in the middle of some mischief. I thought that nothing could surprise me but she did ... And she still does it every day.

My eyes focused on her at that moment. She walked determined and sure of herself like an adult, but her shoes dancing between the fingers of her hand and her pants rolled up to her knees made me remember that little girl I had seen playing in the water.

I don’t know why, at that moment when I saw her walking, I wished with all my being that she would come toward me. It was something unconscious, beyond my will, and just then her footsteps were directed toward me like an answer to my wishes. While she approached, the wind stroked her hair and I could perceive her scent once more. I could distinguish her perfume between one trillion. It was the same scent that brought me calm and peace 22 years ago and yet seemed so different now. There was something else, something new like hot and silky that intoxicated my senses, confusing the man in me and seducing the vampire, and both, man and vampire stayed there mesmerized by her.

She came up to me and looked at me, she could have recognized me yet when I looked into her eyes, none of that mattered. But soon I realized what was my reality was when she uttered the word "vampire". It was enough to make me want to disappear one more time.

I walked away from her, yes, but not fast enough. I don’t think I could have returned to the shadows and silence after seeing her, after feeling her gaze on me. I couldn’t have done it even if my life depended on it.

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BETH: What was it I felt that night? I don’t know, suddenly it was as if an alien force me to him without me realizing it until suddenly I had him before me. When I looked into his eyes I felt as though I’d known him forever. There was something in his beautiful face, so intense, so warm...and there was something in his soft voice, deep and familiar...or maybe in the mystery that seemed to surround him as if he came out of nowhere, as if his powerful appeal had come from another time. All that brought to my mind the memory of sensations that I couldn’t place at the time, but that I wanted to discover.

I had met him again and again, maybe by chance or maybe not. And every time he spoke, his velvety voice was strong and yet so seductive. His touch was cold and warm at the same time... his tender gaze, deep and mysterious...his scent, so strangely familiar to me arroused in me a sense of need and I found myself wishing I could see him without understanding the reason for that strange attraction that carried me always to be where he was.

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I would have enjoyed draining that guy to death for trying to kill Beth. Oh yes, I would have done it…but she seemed to be looking at me, even when she was struggling against the effects of the drug and I couldn’t do anything that might awake her memories or her fears. I couldn’t let her see the monster that lived inside me.…

So, I held my beast under control in front of her, and I just left the guy unconscious but alive for the police, instead of ripping out his throat as a vampire would have done when someone dares to touch what is his. Then I picked her up in my arms and I took her away from there. She put her arm around my neck, she barely had the strength to hold onto me but she pressed her face against my chest, and for one second she took a deep breath. At that moment I heard a sigh of relief as if she finally felt safe and secure and then she surrendered to the effect of the drug and fell into a deep sleep. I felt her like I did 22 years ago, when she fell asleep in my arms after the rescue. But this time she was not a little girl, she was a woman and I didn’t carry her to her house to disappear again from her life as I did that night. This time I carried her to my house and I stayed with her. Yes...Maybe I didn’t know then but I was letting her into my life and already I knew I couldn’t let her go.

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BETH: It was as if I could close my eyes, as if I had nothing to fear. They say that when one is on the edge of unconsciousness they may have some perceptions impossible to perceive in a normal state. I guess in that moment, the reality and the subconscious are mixed in a dance in which only primary senses govern. When he picked me up in his arms, everything was blurry to me, but there was something I could perceive clearly… his smell. A feeling of security came over me and then came the dream along with blurred shadows of the past came to my mind like if my memories wanted to escape from oblivion. I could see in my nightmare that awful woman and also the man who saved me, but there were no faces, just feelings. It was a carnival of images and confused voices that I couldn’t distinguish, and I could only feel fear and anguish. Then I smelt his scent again and with it came back the calm feeling, as if breathing it in I heard the words. "You're safe”. At that moment a blurred image appeared in my mind, mixing the dream and reality, past and present. I opened my eyes but the smell did not disappear, it was there with me, close and strong ... real ... and the image became more and more clear. It was him. The same face that I had always sought in my dreams or maybe it was that I wished find?

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I´ll never forget the moment when I looked into her eyes and I saw myself in them.

For a moment it was like stepping back in time to the night I rescued her, and I felt that peace emanating from the light in her eyes, a gaze so innocent and confused but grateful and calm. Yet she was no longer the same, her perfume made me look her appearance. She had become a beautiful woman, yet at that time her gaze was so innocent and helpless that I thought I was seeing the same girl that I saw when she was little.

She had erased the memories from her consciousness but her eyes showed me what her soul felt, something that even her mind was unable to process. Then she hugged me. I didn’t expect that, that’s the truth and when I felt her warm body come in contact with mine, a strange sensation shook me inside. 55 years without feeling the touch of another person is too long a time. I’d spent too much time living in silence and solitude. Now it seemed as if the door that had closed so long ago wanted to open again and I dreaded that possibility.

I was confused, and I was afraid of what she seemed to awaken in me, so similar and so different from what I felt when she was just a frightened little girl in my arms. The past caught up with me again to torture me, to remind me of what I was and what I could never be. But then she put her cheek next to mine and her perfume enveloped me. She was so warm, sweet, gentle, serene, and clean. I felt her body trembling against mine causing mine to tremble too. Then I felt her pulse calm down when I started to surround her with my arms. I felt her take a deep breath against my chest. She had returned to find refuge in me even without remembering the night when she perceived me in her dreams. I ended up closing my arms around her, driven by the need to embrace her and when I had her into my arms and I felt she was mine as my body stopped shaking.

I dropped my face on her shoulder, her scent made me forget for a moment what I was, what she was and I closed my eyes while her womanly scent, so sweet, soft and tempting penetrated me, mingling with the scent of the little girl who remained engraved in my undead heart. I let myself be enveloped by the warmth of her body embracing mine. It was a delightful sensation that I didn’t want to end.

It was strange but I felt at home again, I felt alive again ... the girl that she once was had awakened my soul, and the woman that she was now began to wake up my skin with her delicious warmth. It was that sensation that made the strange and magical purity of the moment and, despite the eternity between us, when I held her in my arms, I felt for a moment as if she had been born just for me. I lost track of time and space and clung to her as an impossible dream.