Dillion Hepburn

The say animals can smell each other, they give off a distinctive smell and it this, which attract one another. For a long time, Dillion never believed this. He thought it was a bunch of rubbish, and in all honesty he wanted to find two humans, which smelt and then fell madly in love with one another. Pfft, the truth was you wouldn't find such humans. You didn't smell anyoneand fall in love with them. Sure, women wore alluring perfumes and had a definite beautiful smell to them, but he wouldn't exactly say their smell attracted men. No, it was the bottled perfume which attracted men. A creation of man, themselves which made women more appealing to men, and not their typical smell. Dillion truly believed this, whole heartily and then he met Lea Conily.

In the book, Twilight -- Edward Cullen suggests Bella Swann has a distinctive smell in her blood. It's sweet and floral, and simply delicious. As a vampire, he's attracted to her blood and it simply makes him ravenous. It is his desire to taste her, but willingness to never harm a human which apparently forms a love story. Maybe, because Dillion isn't a vampire but he didn't understand how the hell that was romantic! Though, he did understand needing to resist. When he first met, Lea she smelled of sunshine and freshly cut flowers. He didn't know what kind, but she smelled like a florist's shop. Of hundreds of different flowers, bouquets from all over the world, bundled all around her, forced into her body, and oozing from her pores. He had never smelled anything so sweet. It only damned him more, because she was so beautiful. The first day they met, Dillion swore he'd never let her go.

The sound of her shoes still vibrated in his ears, and his eyes still misted with tears as he watched her walk away from him. The clear glass windows of JFK streamed with the first gleam of sunshine they had seen in weeks. Like, an angel her dark tresses caught the sunshine and they gleamed. They were bright chocolate, stunning and then -- she looked over her shoulder and winked. Her dazzling orbs of sapphire bright with amusement. Skin the color of the purest cream, and cheeks rosy from the kiss they had just shared. A few people had clapped and others had sneered, but neither of them had cared. Her usual full pout was even more swollen, he had left his mark upon her lips. She wouldn't forget him, he had made sure. A rosy love bite gleamed just below her ear. No, she wouldn't forget him -- not ever. He waved goodbye, and if only he had known. He would have chased after her, and made her board the plane for London with him.

Heartbroken had been an understatement when he and Lea had broken up. Dillion had gone rigid, frozen, cold. He had thought everything between them was fine. Nothing could ever be wrong between them. The distance was horrible, he loathed it but he knew it just... couldn't be helped. It was one of those things, as much as he wished to change Dillion couldn't. He would strive to work as hard as he could, as fast as he could but the ocean would not lessen. It was the distance, they parted on somewhat partially good terms. They didn't part angrily, yelling and screaming. Dillion tried his best to accept it, and in a way he did. He accepted that she couldn't handle the distance, and after all he just wanted her to be happy. He loved her. Dillion loved her so much, he would let her go.

SUMMER 2027

Rising through the ranks of lawyer had been simple. Dillion had always found arguing easy, doing it for a living had been even easier. Dillion had never respected his father, he thought the man despicable for leaving his mistress to die from a withering disease. Cancer wasn't curable, but no one would ever tell him it wasn't manageable. His father has millions of dollars, maybe even a billion and no one would ever tell him that you couldn't give his mother some kind of relief. She had been in constant pain in the last few days. No one would lie to him any longer. His father's help, though un-welcomed had gotten him into Oxford. He had wanted to achieve it by himself, but his father wouldn't let him. His father was determined to help him. Eventually, Dillion gave up and let the old man help. He figured, one parent was dead there was no harm in giving the last one a bit of pleasure. Though, he would never have Dillion's respect.

His old man got him a job at the most respectable job in London, and in a matter of weeks he proved himself. It had been a simple flaw within a case, and Dillion had gotten their client off. He had gone home and vomited that night. He represented the scum of the earth -- rapists, murderers, and other low disgusting, boot licking clients, but... they paid well. Dillion had wanted to fight for the people who wanted to have assisted suicide. The cancer victims who had no will to survive anymore, the brain dead victims who families couldn't bare to seem them suffer any longer, but who's husband clung to the wretched hope of recovery -- they told him pro-bono wasn't worth the cause.

Apparently, marriage is a sacred act. If that were really true, then why is that people seem to get married left in right. Marriage may used to be a sacred act, but now it has dwindled into something people use for all kinds of purposes. No, marriage is no longer a sacred act it's something that people use to get better taxes, bring together children, apply for financial aid, even avoid prison or other charges. Some people even get married for medical purposes. Lest us not forget the huge one, which has been around since the beginning of time -- property; money. People merge assets, get married for money every single day. Even the cave men would get married, join unions for money. The person with the largest slab of meat would get the woman who had the most amount of berries. Perhaps, we've evolved from such neolithic promises but the question is -- when have we ever married for love? Walt Disney may have enjoyed deluding little boys and girls, but the reality had slowly begun to sink in. Love is just out of the question.

After the untimely break up with Lea, Dillion was not looking for love. In fact, he much preferred to avoid women altogether, and when he did need sex he found the act with his left hand looking through an old photo album. It was... pathetic, but he just couldn't let go. A large part of him just didn't want to. Letting go, moving on it would be too permanent and he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready to say goodbye, move on and that was just too much. It was too much for him. Though, redemption came in the fiery red head he had never expected to even speak to. She was a lawyer, a woman from a family much like his father's. She came from stock anyone would be proud of. At first, Dillion hadn't thought a she would be anything more than a friend. She was a beautiful woman. Her body was thicker than Lea's, fuller with curves but not unwelcome. Her skin was dusted with freckles, sun-kissed and she had a pretty face. Full and eyes a honey brown, which sparkled in the warmth of any light. Her lips were a rosy pout, full and kissable. Her name was Raine.

They married in a large white summer ceremony on the luscious green cliff of Ireland. The sea crashed below, a lovely soundtrack to their laughter. Her dress danced behind them, and despite the hot summer months a cool breeze drifted through. It blew and cast the most heavenly glow upon them. Dillion hadn't thought he'd marry, especially not for love or whatever this was.

The ebony phone was clutched in his rough, calloused hand and he took a deep shuddering breath. God, he had always been shit at relationships. It clucked with static, and he could barely hear her on the other hand. Though, it was enough to hear her sobbing and Dillion knew it was enough. Once again, Dillion Hepburn had royally fucked up. He didn't really want to think about what it was that he had done, though his idea of it was pretty damn clear. Whispering the name of your ex in the middle of sex was not ideal. "Raine.." He said quietly, and the name was stressed as it fell from his tongue. There was no going back. White papers gleamed up from his large wooden desk, and Dillion hadn't had to open the package to know what they said. His wife's hand writing had been scribbled across the top, unkindly.

Placing the phone back onto the cradle, he took a deep shuddering breath. He had said enough, her name as it fell from his slipped was the whispered sound, dead and whimpered. In his own way, Dillion had loved her but now it was much too late to ever really experience the love that he wanted to. Ya know, the love that you were supposed to experience. Dillion figured it was because they didn't have kids. It was because, they had never had chance to have children. It wasn't because neither of them wanted to, they did their just... never seemed to be enough time. There was never enough time, never enough time for anything lately.

Eyes moved upward, dark and tired -- he wasn't even forty and dark rings lined his eyes. Bruises from many hard nights, and even harder working days lined his face. He was still amazingly handsome, though no happiness seemed to shine upon his face. It was saddening, because Dillion had always been such a vibrant man and now, now he was just... broken.

Blinking numbly, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. God was cruel, god was wicked. God
couldn't be doing this to him. Swallowing, Dillion tried to make sense with what he was seeing, but his brain just wouldn't process. Desperately, he tried to make words stumble from his mouth, but they wouldn't budge. He gulped, and finally they popped out. He must look like a total ass, if not then at least a moron. "Lea?"