Part (III)
White Wind, a last gasp
A few minutes into the dirty room with the window open and a semi rusty squeak any loose window Street implied that nothing good could be approaching, the young Juliette Bertrand stroked and brushed his lips gently warm in the cold neck of the badly wounded man who had his arms.
-feel like my last minutes of life in every breath escape-the seconds pass like years and I can not see more in my future that only one roof dest ; gone with a rusty wood ... this is my end, not the worst I accept ... "Juliette do not leave me ... -.
It appears stronger than before and there no remedy, Juliette unable to lend support to Bertrand only gives warm hugs.
-out of my premises immediately ... the entire neighborhood rumors about the possible infeccióny not want to scare the customers for this little boy lost and you ... you go with Juliette the you can not leave Iran only two-these are the words of the old Anne, Juliette did not react, not even glanced at the old unfortunate that we ran a dirty piece. Offsite and felt a relief to think that Juliette should not return to work this way dirty and could start a new life, but happiness in this news does not drive me too strong and stormy icy breeze enveloped us leaving us perplexed in the middle of a street that passed shortly after was empty only 2 and a handful of snowflakes, never thought I would have such bad luck, the only thing salvageable was that my allergy had ceased attack and were not evident in those pesky crusts my skin felt soft but soon lost the feeling, this is put to bad to worse not react to contact with Juliette's hand despite being looking like she took me by the hands to be warm, but nothing helped ... Juliette crepo is best to walk if we stay here we freeze, and we a shelter in nearby towns in the neighborhood ... just hope I never have to fall under a bridge, Juliette's words flooded my feelings and while crying in the snow fog of my tears do not ever touched the floor, amid a desolate place where we lost reason. It was like being in the middle of a white desert, there was no streets, houses were gone, hopefully I could see the face of Juliette who was a couple of inches, it was very difficult to walk and my abdominal pain became more acute.
Finally Juliette enviste by divine grace to her forehead was a sign, we came to a blacksmith ...?, Inadvertently ran into one of the most remote areas. Sunlight was covered by a gray robe and although we noticed only when the nearest one evening together in the distance the only place we harbored about 5 years together. Were 5 years now since I met Juliette and she saved me from the street misery, piety latently shone in his eyes and his gaze now controlled my moods encouraged me to continue and not give up, Juliette decided down to a floor, bad decision-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Juliette! Bertrand here ... beware! Are stairs! - Juliette Bertrand and I am down give me a moment ... aaaaaaaah Bajand! - Both fell down the stairs and a lantern covered by a kind of roof performed the last wish of Juliette, were and under a bridge and those lanterns were the only bright light among the white cover.
The storm was more forthcoming and Bertrand pain more unbearable every time forced him to lie continually, Juliette tells you to sleep and she will take care of their faces only rendered peace the possibility that the intense cold and had lost consciousness and all pain from their bodies if they continued to die in such conditions without concern, but at no time they became aware of the danger they ran together , an to be burned under a bridge white storm drew sighs a breeze even the hardest of metals, including poor visibility Juliette Currency 2 shadows toward you probably lost drunken men who fortunately have reached that point, every time your shadows were attenuated more with the aid of lanterns and Juliette to be under the uncertainty of what his eyes were awake and desperate to Bertrand asked quietly, huddled together between the two dead fríoy dominated by doubt, those shadows had an insurance firm and slow step, Juliette wanted to give a shout out to ask who they were, but the cold evening in Paris was prevented. The wait would soon come to an end as both shadows and took shape.
2 men huge evil looking for something ... your good clothes to keep warm voluptuous keeping him strength, just a few meters from Juliette and Bertrand, hidden from them themselves rather than the men because the dense fog of snow falling relentlessly covered them up their noses. The danger seemed to disappear when they realize that the shadows and figures of these characters into more blurred, but ... it was only the falling snow more strongly and with more anger and without realizing any one of those guys making the hair saying Juliette - hooola small you do so alone in this place Juliette ?...-, they want? They want? soltadme leave me ...! You're hurting me! -,-Silent bitch! We know who you are and where you come if nobody cares disappear so you better collaborate, "Bertrand in an act of desperation stands but the second man takes it from her shoulders and throws him against the wall giving a blow with a hammer in her abdomen, Bertrand falls between the snow and a red carpet giving white stains thick liquid texture and causing a cough the young insect that expelled with each breath drops of blood every second more pronounced covering most of her clothing is warm substance. Both men set out to steal everything they had at that time but such was their poverty that could only take their clothes and a couple of francs, beating and assaulting them both for being so miserable and angry for being unable to obtain best reward, once on the ground both to depart, but stands Bertrand incredibly and struggles to recover even if it has a jacket men to kick back and one of them pulling a sword given to attempted murder boy but gets Juliette between them and prevent aggression toward the man Bertrand puzzled by the events start.
Bertrand-Juliet !!!... noooooooooo! - insect cries at night and seized a sigh of inter-cut did apologize Juliette Bertrand ...- forgiveness ... forgiveness ... forgiveness !...- there was no truce or cease cold prevented the cries of the young man who lay with her first love in his arms and sadness flooded his soul, his body very weak and exhausted effort could sustain the dying princess wrapped in a pale color emitted only a few words ... "... I love you, Bertrand ... sorry ... .- these sounds cause a deafening silence between the walls and the sound of wind ceased to see her eyes filled with tears of Bertrand Juliette one last caress of the lips still warm and a tear Bertrand stroking that contact ... unexpectedly ... the last gasps of life of Juliette confused with the last gasps of Bertrand ... Bertrand living hopeless and give up the fight and falls to the side of the body of Juliette and accommodating their face next to the girl confesses her love in a desperate-I LOVE YOU ... ... Juliette - both lying down holding hands surrounded by a red bed in a white room the purity and passion together in this show overwhelming and passionate ...
A final secret is grabbed Juliette heard in the ears of Bertrand almost senseless and Juliette-Bertrand ... ... ... making my blood is my gift of life ... - no more words on his lips young white glass sheets covered under lanterns in a romantic ... evening closes its eyes to an eternal rest and peace ... Bertrand earned a second to lose his life, and, with tears unsuccessfully attempts rests his face on the red roof and falls unconscious for a few seconds ... until
subliminal way the scent of blood Juliette, an intoxicating aroma thing ... was the perfume of Juliette? Bertrand is asking but the thought that he was dead opens his eyes and his lips covered by the sweet perfume of the body of Juliette revive the young man who in a last attempt at love
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slightly cold lips Kiss Juliette who become lukewarm in their reaction to the skin but only a few seconds and then lost in the white storm ... Bertrand driven by a force majeure and savor this drink sweet and intoxicating liquor in an uncontrolled passion ... caressing his neck with his teeth Juliette soft body still warm and still taste sweet ... but ... their delicate skin is broken by contact with their fangs, Bertrand outside if it starts and encompassing a heady act of lust and tearfully choked by thirst kills his sorrows and passions in the blood of his beloved ... the gift of life ... the gift of my blood ... Juliette-(in thought) and wanted to give you these gifts of my life and passion in response to your hidden love ... no doubt exceed your years of expected life ... I already no option to change my destiny ... you can change yours a thousand times ... I give you my love my life, leaving the end of his heady journey through the Passion issued by the body listens Bertrand Juliette ... a final sigh of orgasmic pleasure and rubbing a sigh that came from his lips ... if not from the lips of a dead princess.