| Part two. an add on to a friends lost story.Authors note: I'm pretty sure that's how you spell it. I didn't write this because I am thinking about someone in which way I felt when he wrote the first part of this story. I wrote it because my power was out for 2+ days and I wanted to write to pass by the time. I thought about his story and thought about writing a second part to his story through the female characters eyes in the future of his story. *quick exhale* That was difficult. On another note, I have changed "Kait" to "Alice" so I don't feel conceited everytime I write down my super old nickname. That is all.
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I remember being blinded by light, a really warm light, and my ears only heard a whoosh. My eyes saw black feathers falling down beside me. From behind, I heard a man's a voice whispering, "They're beautiful." I turned around so I could stare into the eyes of Verlain. But as I turned, the warm light faded into the surroundings of my old apartment. In front of me a few yards away stood Lucifer with ash smeared on his face. He was without his wings. But in replacement, he held a gun in his hand pointed at me. I felt my adrenaline pick up with fear. He stared at me with those icey eyes I could remember from our first and only encounter, but I remembered how he looked all too well.
I heard a click and a Bang! that nearly blended into eachother. He had pulled the trigger, but the bullet didn't hit me.
I heard an agonizing yell from beside me. My eyes traced back to where it came. Verlain, my husband stood there embracing his stomach as he knelt onto the ground, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. I started to tremble. His blue eyes stared back at me telling me to help him. I stepped forward until I heard the hammer of a gun click back ready to set off. Lucifers voice boomed as a threat, "Stay right where you are." I looked back at Verlain, where he stared at Lucifer with eyes filled with hatred.
"The throne is mine now," Lucifer chuckled. When he pulled the trigger, the hammer went down. The bullet peirced right through me. Before my vision went black, I heard Verlain call after me.
From there, I woke up covered in sweat.
I woke up at home in bed with the love of my life. I didn't see him as a ruler of all heaven, earth, and hell. He was perfect for the title, clearly. But I only saw him as the guy who saved me many times before and almost sacrificed everything for me.
I watched him sound asleep. He looked so peaceful as if nothing could go wrong. Could anything go wrong?
I kissed his forehead and got up from the bed, stepping on the weightless clouds. The moon was my lamp and the stars winked at me. I tied on my robe and walked outside of our room and sat in an edge of a cloud, dangling my feet over the earth's atmosphere.
What if it were possible to lose him? What if Lucifer did try to get the throne back? I don't doubt for one second he's plotting to get back at us.
"Would you like me to grab something for you, my lady?" Rita called behind me.
Her hair looked brunette under the moons light except for where it reflected off white. But I knew all too well her hair was actually a dull red color. Her skin was as light at the moon, but the moon wouldn't let anyone see it as long as she was under it. But in the sun, thats all her skin resembled.
I shook my head, "Thank you though." She flashed a light, yet warm smile and walked on.
I looked down at the shadow covered side of the earth that was placed below me. The earth and heaven twisted along eachother like they always did and always will. The sun was on the complete other side, taking its time to shine on all sides of the earth.
How can the world seem so peaceful when there's so much chaos? I wonder how many people fell victim on this very night to monsters. Vampires. I looked torward my back and made my black wings flutter. Should I be ashamed that I was both a vampire and an angel? Did it bother anyone I was the lady beside the king? I sighed and looked down again.
I didn't change anything since I was part of the throne next to Verlain. It's been a year or so since I first entered here. Why didn't I deal with the mess and chaos because of vampires? How come I couldn't change anything?
...It's because I didn't know how.
"Is something wrong, Love?" Verlain placed a blanket over my shoulder and sat next to me. I shrugged. "Why are you up so early?" "Nightmare." "Same one?" He looked down at the earth with me. I shook my head, "He killed both of us this time." He held me close and kissed my temple. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Especially if it's him." And I knew he would keep to his promise. He always had ever since he met me. He always went out of his way to make me feel safe. But just because he would and could protect me, doesn't mean he can shield me from depression.
"Promise me nothing will happen to you either." I looked at him, but he didn't look back. He just stared at the earth that sounded so silent. "Promise me," I demanded.
Finally he returned the stare. "I promise I won't die." He held onto me tight enough that I could feel his pulse.
I didn't react to his answer. The point I was geting at is that I didn't want him to get hurt. But his word that he won't die was as much as I could get out of him. But it was better than nothing.
His body heat was blending into my cold skin. I was losing heat, and my vampire instincts were telling me it was time to eat.
I bit my bottom lip and looked up at the stars trying to distract myself from his pulse. I started counting my breaths inside my head.
This was my habit as a vampire when I wanted to control myself from biting anyone. He knows about it.
"Hungry?" He let go making it easier for me to control myself. I nodded still looking up, still counting. "You're able to contain yourself better," he acknoledged. My vision released itself from the stars so I could look at him. "I've only been practicing for a year." He laughed, I sighed. I got up and called for Rita so she could grab my clothes so I could go down to earth where vampires, like myself -despite the fact I was different- were hunting.
Verlain stood up next to me and held my hands. "Don't go down there tonight," he asked me in a statement.
"Yes?" Rita called, but Verlain answered her call instead of letting me. "Nevermind Rita. Sorry for calling." Her eyes fixed on him as her smile held meaning to it. She obviously had an attraction to him, but he never thought of her that way. He waved her off, she curtsied then walked off to where she came.
"Stay here with me," he tried to pursuade me. I returned his stare into his eyes through mine. "You know I can't. You know what happens if I stay." "So you'll bite a chunk out of me. What's the big deal?" "Then promise me you'll beable to control your own urges." His smile's comfort faded into just a smile when he said, "That's something I can't promise." "Then promise me you'll try." Some of the comfort returned to his smile. "I promise I'll try." He kissed me. I couldn't help but smile everytime he did kiss me. Even when I was upset.
He continue holding my hand as we walked into our bedroom. We agreed to everytime I had to feed off him, that we would only do it in privacy. Mostly because I felt uncomfortable if other angels watched since I was the only vampire in heaven. But there was also the fact -as weird as it sounds- we lose control of our hormones when we do this. He let go of my hand.
We stood there right front of our bed and as if it were a magic trick, he pulled a 3 inch blade knife out of thin air with his right hand. He pulled it to his left wrist and pressed down, but before he could guide it acrossed his skin, I grabbed his right hand. He looked up at me curiously. I couldn't find the words at the moment to tell him how I felt about him hurting himself. So he spoke first. "What is it, Alice?" I whispered feeling stupid at how I was going to sound. "I don't want to hurt you." "It wont," he reassured me. "I get so afraid that it will." "Alice," he sighed, "You know it won't hurt anymore than when you first did it." I bit my bottom lip again, unsure of what I would say next. He spoke again. "Let go of my hand. You need this. I know." I let go of my grip of his hand. I bit down harder on my bottom lip and my fangs almost bit through my skin. I watched the blade part his skin as red liquid started to ooze out. He raised his wrist up to my lips. It smeared onto them and I began to smell its sweet metalic flavor. My mouth began to water instantly. I parted my lips and pressed them around his cut. I tasted it. It always made me think it was tasting better through each time I did it. It wasn't entirely true. It didn't get better each time, but it was by far the best tasting thing that has ever touched my tongue. I let go of my self control to monitor how much I took in at a time. I let the feeling overpower me. I filled my cheeks with his gore. I kept letting it get into my system untill soon, it started to feel dry. I felt like I wasn't getting enough to satisfy my needs.
I kissed his wrist and looked up at him, letting his wrist fall beside him. He looked back at me, his emotions were hidden.
"Do you need more?" his voice sounded quiet, but heartwarming. I pressed my lips together, unable to bring myself to say yes. But I needed it, I wanted it more than anything else.
He sighed and embraced me. He whispered into my ear that he loves me. I whispered it back.
He tilted his head away from me to reveal his bare neck. "Go ahead." He sounded brave, sure, and he wasn't pretending. I approached his neck once again lke I had several times before, confident that he didn't mind.
My fangs breched past his skin and into his artery. Did I worry? A little. I knew he wouldn't die from the loss of blood. I just didn't want to hurt him. He and I have neem doing this time to time again, so I knew he felt something because everytime my fangs sank in, he took in a sharp breath, clawed at my back and squeezed onto me like I was going to vanish if he let me go.
But all I wanted was to feel his blood slip down my throat.
I felt his pulse beginning to race. His breathing became quick inhales and exhales. His hands tried to work their way up my shirt. I pushed his hands down. "You promised," I reminded him with my breath rushing down his neck.
He smiled with his eyes closed, "I promised I'd try."
"Then try harder." He didn't respond. I returned to his neck begging for me to continue.
We worked our way to the bed, laying there with me ontop of him, feasting. I knew he was trying really hard to resist his temptation. But I kept at it. I loved it.
I loved making him feel useful, yet helpless. Being sadistic was a great deal of being a vampire. I suppose it's the thrill of it everytime that side of us bursts out.
I started to get carried away by biting a new set of holes into his neck and trying to force more of it to come out more than it could even pour in.
I heard him moan. I knew I should have stopped then, but I didnt. He tasted so sweet, so light, so warm.
"Alice," he scratched into my skin. He couldn't take it anymore.
I jerked my head away from his neck and rested it on his shoulder facing away from him. We both tried to catch our breath. "I'm sorry," I mannaged to whisper to him. I could feel him smile again. "It's alright, Alice." I looked at him again. I was trapped in his eyes. I loved it when he looked at me. It reminded me how much in love he was with me despite of what I am. He kissed my lips again. We were both exausted, but I wasn't tired as much as I was before we did this.
I cuddled with him. I thanked him. and he kissed my forehead. We both looked up at the stars, and we were silent to ourselves untill we both fell into a deep sleep.
I dreamt of being trapt in an allyway. The environment seemed so... familiar. I felt anxiety flow through me. I couldn't figure out why. I started to look around frantically trying to remember where I was. In front of me soon stood a silhouette in the shadows of this dark allyway. Four more came out from behind it. Their vision was pounding on me in an empty, thirsty kind of way. The leader of the group hissed and leaped torwards me. Once more, I woke up.
I felt a little more collected when I woke with the sun shining above me. I looked beside me to find that Verlain wasn't beside me. |
