Eclipse of the cold heart
Rikuxsora. yaoi. rated pg as of now. may go to R later. slash to twilight.
Winters minty breeze swept upon a silver haired boys face. Pale, luminescent appearance, only further personified by his striking Silver hair. Skin so icey and cold as the ground beneath him. Heartbeats never making themselves know.
The boy gazed upon the dim new moon. The angelic features brought out, his distinct strong jaw, his perfect noise, and his bright, but dull jade eyes.
The boys looks only added to the look of a eighteen year old. He wasn't though. No he was extremely older then eighteen. The silver-haired boy has been eighteen for countless centuries.
The minty gust seemingly sucking his long, silver hair. Its length beyond his shoulders, barely stopping at the middle of his tight back. Showing his full face in its perfection, flawless skin, light pink lips and jade eyes.
Like a god merely glancing at his creation, he looked down to the busy streets of the huge city below him. "I've been eighteen for hundreds of years but i haven't found what i really need..." The young, well rather old, boy thought of all the love stories his mom would tell him...
An immortal beast of the dark. He was a vampire. A blood draining creature. The lust of blood ran through his every veins. If he had veins atleast.
Changing was another thing this boy wanted. To be free of this pain, this futile life, no not life, existence.
A small petite ,chocolate colored hair boy sat on a small log. Bruises covered his face, and his chest. Abused by his own family, the ones that supposedly loved him. Cuts andscraped also line his neck, locked in a sick color of dark purple. Small cuts could also seen on his wrist, but these werent done by his family.
These cuts were self inflicted, by this boy himself. All the lies and hurt locked into a box, inside his heart. All the boy could do was cut, and bleed to free these pains for moments. These cuts mostly healed by now, but some still oozed blood nonchalantly.
The small boy simply cried to himself on nights like these. He was an outcast in his family, a black sheep for say. He was nothing like them, buff strong,cocky cunts. He was a miniature version of all of them. Size mattered in his family. Without size, everything was fucked.
Slicing and shoving the razor into his wrist, rivers of dark crimson liquid trickled out."This is it sora.." The boy chuckled softly, wimpers unwanted, escaping his now purple lips.
Agonizingly slow, his body trembled and shook. He started to shrivel to eachside, mimicking a fish out of his paradise sea.
Muffling moans dimming in sound, slowly disappearing into the night, til there all sound was lost...