A/N: Um yeah I'm back. Wow, it's been a long time, but my upcoming story is nowhere near finished. I am having writer's block with the first installment of Possible Eden. It has not past 6 pages of the prologue, and so I came up with this. A friend of mine…my brain wave sister, whose username is faeriefeet. Wuv her! She's a cute writer…well anyway my friend asked me to write this because she liked the scene I wrote…so here it is. Um it's a little unconventional, and I do hope it's original. It's a twist on a relationship that we all love. So yes, this chapter is dedicated to faeriefeet, who liked my plot and ideas. *mwah*
Leave me a trail of kisses
He sat hunched on a burned couch, the only piece of furniture left standing. He sat in the middle of what used to be a lovely room. He crumpled the letter he held in his hands, and let it drop to the floor, the paper kicking up ashes as it rolled along the cinders.
So many nights in this room, so many lovely memories, all gone now in a burst of flames. His loved ones dead, and his beautiful companion; Roderigo, he would miss Roderigo most of all. Beautiful green-eyed Roderigo, his father, mother, and lover gone… with the rest of what had become his family: temperamental Santiago and his quiet companion Daniel, and the lovely sisters, Rebecca, Mara, and Isabella.
"Why did you leave me?" he whispered into the night. "Why didn't you let me stay with you?" A tear escaped his eye and stained his cheek.
Suddenly he panicked. The letter. Where in this burnt waste was it. He needed that letter; it was the only memory of Roderigo he had left.
There. He went to it and held it to his heart. He unwrinkled it and smoothed it out as much as possible. He read it again, and a new wave of mystery washed over him.
He thought back to two nights before, the last time he saw his lovely Roderigo.
icenter"You have to go away darling."
"But why amor?"
"Don't ask questions precious, just go. There is yet enough time for you to go far from here."
"But where do I go?"
"Anywhere chiquito, I will find you wherever you will be. But here take the letter…and do not open it until I come for you."
"But then… a kiss?"
"No kisses Lindo…it would be too much like goodbye. Just go."/i/center
"You never came Roderigo," he sobbed. "You left me! I could have died with you! Why didn't you let me?"
He looked at the letter's contents again hoping that with reading it he would find something else, saying all this was just pretend.
icenterChiquito mio,
If you are reading this scrawl, doom has fallen upon the house. Do not cry for me lindo, my only regret is not kissing you more.
The shadow of the hunters has hung over the house for many a passing of the moon. They planned to attack, and it was agreed that we would fight. I feared for you my little one, so I sent you away to safety.
I planned to go to you when all was done, but as your eyes fall upon my script, I am gone. Do not be angry with me querido, everything has happened for the best.
I will see you in another life,
Roderigo/i/center
He crushed the letter to himself and fell to the floor in a heap. There he lay crumpled and distraught.
*~*~*~*
It was against his nature to sleep at night. But somewhere when his eyes had closed he had dreamed. A lovely dream of his family, but now there was only one thing on his mind, his need to feed.
He spread out his form completely on the floor. He must have looked a mess, but he couldn't know it. He never looked in mirrors. Oh, it was decided long ago that it wasn't impossible to see himself, only, the image disturbed him.
Not since the first night of his life he hadn't used a mirror, and that was almost One thousand ninety-five moons ago. He didn't need a mirror to tell him how he looked. He had Roderigo to tell him when his hair was disheveled. Roderigo understood his hatred for mirrors. But, the others loved them. Loved looking at themselves, quiet Daniel loved it so much he made a room full of mirrors.
He settled for water. The fire had destroyed his lovely house, but luckily the pipes still worked. He washed his face, careful to close his eyes before looking into the reflection in the cup of his hands. He sprinkled water in his copper hair, and with his fingers he brushed it out. Nevermind his clothes, he stole this set, he could steal another.
Everything was done. He walked out of the ruined bathroom and back to the foyer. He cast one last distraught look and left.
*~*~*~*~*
"How was practice Harry?" she asked him. She loved their Wednesday take out night. It was always a blessing to see Harry and Gin on the weekdays.
"It was fine Hermione," Harry replied. "It was a bit rough a couple of bludgers got passed the beaters, but I'm fine."
"Gin must have had a fit," Hermione said laughing.
"She did," Harry said kissing Ginny on the forehead.
"I almost would have killed the beater's themselves," Ginny said. "But Harry came off the field in one piece so there was no need for me to do anything."
"Yes well, not many wives are as overprotective of their husbands I can tell you that," Hermione said smiling.
"I don't know what made me tie the knot with such a temperamental little girl," Harry said, ducking a blow from Hermione.
"You'll be getting divorce papers if you keep this up Harry Potter," Ginny said.
"I could call Rita and tell her in advance," Hermione laughed.
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Hermione threw her purse on the floor of the hallway of her flat. She took off her shoes on the way to her room. She put them away in their respective box in her closet. She got undressed and put on a worn orange Chudley Cannons t-shirt, and padded about the flat in socks.
Dinner was fun, but she was tired. They hadn't mentioned it at all, for her sake. She couldn't ignore it though; he wasn't there with them. And no one knew if he was alive or dead. Oh so yes all the Aurors told them it was a definite that he was dead. Hermione wouldn't believe it, she couldn't. It didn't matter that this Friday was going to be the anniversary of his death. To Hermione it was only the anniversary of the day they stopped trying to find him. He was out there.
Memories of Ron flooded her brain as she turned on the television, memories of them together. Hermione hugged her couch pillow and cried. Harry and Ginny were happy, just like Ron and she were supposed to be.
"Why aren't you here with me?" she cried into her pillow. "Ron where did you go?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
He practically flew across the streets, ready to feed. It was hard for him to go unnoticed with his tall frame and distinguishing hair, but not impossible. He had ways.
He searched for someone who would catch his eye. His eyes surveyed the bookstores and cafes all around him, and there she was. A beautiful woman, with soft brown hair. She was sitting in the corner of the café, reading a book. She would be easy.
He walked over to her table. "May I sit here?" he asked.
"Sure…I suppose," she said, a little uneasy, not looking up into his eyes. He need her to look at him.
"I do hope I'm not being forward, but why is such a beautiful woman all alone?" he said willing her to look at him.
"Look, you can sit if you want, but the last thing I need is a stranger hitting on me in the…" she stopped. She looked into his blue eyes. She softened.
He made a move to get off the chair, never intending to do so. "Wait! I'm sorry," she said.
"I can sit then?" he asked deliberately.
"Yes," she said talking to his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. They yelled at her, Trust me.
* * *
She was kissing him. How did that happen? Minutes ago she was only just talking to him. And here they were now, kissing behind the café.
"Wait," she panted. "What is your name?"
"Blaze," he replied. And then it happened, teeth punctured her neck, and waves of pleasure racked her body.
"Don't stop Blaze," she said.
* * *
Blood flowed into his mouth, from the sensitive vain in her neck. Blood never tasted the same. Tonight it tasted of coffee beans and honey. He drank and he drank, and it was exquisite. He saw images of her, images of her buying the book in the store across the street. Images of her bathing in her bathroom, and then of a woman, the image of a woman with long thick curls of brown hair. A neighbor perhaps. The image shocked him.
"Don't stop Blaze," she told him.
He felt her heart weaken, its rhythm slowly decrease in tempo, and then she fell limp into his arms; dead.
"You told me not to stop."
A/N: And then the chapter was finally done. It's rated R for a reason folks. So um yes, do please review, and flaming me will be useless, as I'm cold and would love something to warm up next to. So yes, goodbye.