Post by VengeanceFaerie on Apr 13, 2007 11:11:20 GMT -5
The air’s cold. Hard even. Just like my heart. There is no possible way I can survive out here, but then I don’t want to. Every second that passes, I want to be here more and more. There’s nothing left for me back there.
The snow around me is stark white against the dark trees that surround this small clearing. My skin tone is even paler, with a faint blue tinge as the moonlight hits it. Yet I’m not dead. I should be, but I’m not. I can’t die.
I am the undead.
That’s why I can’t go back. I’m afraid. Afraid of what I could do to them. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of being left like this, alone.
Footsteps behind me. I told them not to follow, I said that I would be back soon. Why won’t they —
Cut off. Warm hands press against my cheek, and gentle fingers, although rough, wipe the shimmering frozen tears off my dead cheeks. I won’t look up, even though I know who’s there. I can’t look up, can’t look into the eyes that I know will meet mine the minute I relent.
I flinch away from the touch, fresh silver trails appearing on my cheeks as the tears continue, freezing instantly. The hands follow, and gently lift my chin. I close my eyes defiantly, and hear an intake of breath that tells me that it’s hopeless, that I will have to give up and see the sadness in those eyes I can’t bear.
I open my eyes, and regret it instantly. There is the pain, the sadness I dread. Sing the sorrow indeed…if he was singing my heart would break for certain.
I brush the tears away from his eyes and silently move away, leaving him standing in the same spot, staring after me. I hear an intake of breath, and a melodic voice that almost shatters the fragile muscle I call a heart.
“Why are you leaving?”
I can’t answer. It will hurt him too much and I can’t do that. But the question is repeated, and I hear a second voice replying…my own.
“I’ll hurt you. It’s better this way.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
I spin, and confront him finally.
“I’m not real. I’m nothing but your imagination. Does that help? I’m everything you were taught to fear as a child, everything you woke up screaming about, because I can hurt you in the same way. I won’t do it. I won’t drag you down with me.”
And then I smile. I can feel the knife in my hand, hidden by the long coat I wear. I can feel the air getting warmer around me…the dawn is coming and if the knife doesn’t kill me, I know that the sun will.
Suddenly I feel his arms around me and hear his voice in my ear.
“Take me. Don’t leave me here. Please.”
And I can’t refuse. I turn to him, smiling sorrowfully. And then I sink my teeth into his neck, drinking and drinking until I feel him weaken. But he’s still conscious, and for that I am grateful. I bit my own wrist, and offer it to him. He accepts, and laps up the liquid that is too bright against my pale skin. And then the transformation is complete. He is no longer mortal, and is now my partner in immortality.
But this strange reality does not end there. I feel his lips upon my neck, kissing up and around until he reaches my lips. And there he stays, gently tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth, wrapped around me forever.
And then he backs away. The sun has risen and it has hit his back. He is fading slowly away from me. But it’s ok, because I will be with him even in death. I slide the knife between my ribs, instantly ripping my heart. I close my eyes, and reach out, dragging him under my coat so that he will still be with me.
With one last glace at him and a swift kiss that seals our fate, I slip the knife into his chest also, locking eyes with him and never letting go.
That was how they found us, half buried in the fresh snowfall, our skins blending with it, only his purple-tinged hair to show where we lie. They buried us there, in the spot where we discovered each other finally. A gravestone marks it now, with only a simple inscription to our memory:
The snow around me is stark white against the dark trees that surround this small clearing. My skin tone is even paler, with a faint blue tinge as the moonlight hits it. Yet I’m not dead. I should be, but I’m not. I can’t die.
I am the undead.
That’s why I can’t go back. I’m afraid. Afraid of what I could do to them. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of being left like this, alone.
Footsteps behind me. I told them not to follow, I said that I would be back soon. Why won’t they —
Cut off. Warm hands press against my cheek, and gentle fingers, although rough, wipe the shimmering frozen tears off my dead cheeks. I won’t look up, even though I know who’s there. I can’t look up, can’t look into the eyes that I know will meet mine the minute I relent.
I flinch away from the touch, fresh silver trails appearing on my cheeks as the tears continue, freezing instantly. The hands follow, and gently lift my chin. I close my eyes defiantly, and hear an intake of breath that tells me that it’s hopeless, that I will have to give up and see the sadness in those eyes I can’t bear.
I open my eyes, and regret it instantly. There is the pain, the sadness I dread. Sing the sorrow indeed…if he was singing my heart would break for certain.
I brush the tears away from his eyes and silently move away, leaving him standing in the same spot, staring after me. I hear an intake of breath, and a melodic voice that almost shatters the fragile muscle I call a heart.
“Why are you leaving?”
I can’t answer. It will hurt him too much and I can’t do that. But the question is repeated, and I hear a second voice replying…my own.
“I’ll hurt you. It’s better this way.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
I spin, and confront him finally.
“I’m not real. I’m nothing but your imagination. Does that help? I’m everything you were taught to fear as a child, everything you woke up screaming about, because I can hurt you in the same way. I won’t do it. I won’t drag you down with me.”
And then I smile. I can feel the knife in my hand, hidden by the long coat I wear. I can feel the air getting warmer around me…the dawn is coming and if the knife doesn’t kill me, I know that the sun will.
Suddenly I feel his arms around me and hear his voice in my ear.
“Take me. Don’t leave me here. Please.”
And I can’t refuse. I turn to him, smiling sorrowfully. And then I sink my teeth into his neck, drinking and drinking until I feel him weaken. But he’s still conscious, and for that I am grateful. I bit my own wrist, and offer it to him. He accepts, and laps up the liquid that is too bright against my pale skin. And then the transformation is complete. He is no longer mortal, and is now my partner in immortality.
But this strange reality does not end there. I feel his lips upon my neck, kissing up and around until he reaches my lips. And there he stays, gently tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth, wrapped around me forever.
And then he backs away. The sun has risen and it has hit his back. He is fading slowly away from me. But it’s ok, because I will be with him even in death. I slide the knife between my ribs, instantly ripping my heart. I close my eyes, and reach out, dragging him under my coat so that he will still be with me.
With one last glace at him and a swift kiss that seals our fate, I slip the knife into his chest also, locking eyes with him and never letting go.
That was how they found us, half buried in the fresh snowfall, our skins blending with it, only his purple-tinged hair to show where we lie. They buried us there, in the spot where we discovered each other finally. A gravestone marks it now, with only a simple inscription to our memory:
“Love Like Winter |DxH*ZxV| No-One Can Touch Us”