I walked silently in the deserted streets of what was Lausanne, were the only color that had survived was the darkness of the night, and the only sound the rustling of old newspapers in the wind. This was now my world, the universe where I lived, my home, since the accursed twilight. Since the night I returned from the dead, only to walk in their shadows. Unconsciously I passed my hand on my neck, feeling the two marks that had forced me into a life without life. The life of an undead. Few know the things I have learned, and even fewer know of the suffering, and fewer even know of the war we wage. The loved ones who know thought me dead, the broken heart I had left behind, and those who had had to die. He would have fallowed me to hell, but now that I was there I could not bring him with me. Not into this.
I visited him at nights; and when I see him toss and turn in his nightmares, I sometimes slip into his bed and lay next to him, soothing him while he sleeps, but whenever the sun starts to show its first rays, I flee to stay alive. That is now my curse: to love someone who thinks I am no more. For his sake I left and never turned him. For the only desire of a vampire is to die. At least for me. What I cherished the most in this world was out of my reach and there was nothing left for me, except the deliverance of a complete death. The memories flooded me, only making the aching worse. I never thought people could die of heart ache. I fell to my knees, the pain almost unbearable. I know I'm dying myself. I never will be human again, and so I never will be with him, ever again. I stood up again, towards the EHL campus, for my nocturnal glimpse of him. The irony of the situation could have made me cry. He had a demon as guardian angel; a creature of the night, to protect him. I guess darkness had always suited him.
His blinds were open, and now that he lived on the third floor, he left the heat escape the room through the open window.
I slipped in, but I guess my senses were dulled by the breaking of my still heart, and I was pinned to the wooden floor before knowing it. He stood above me. He had been waiting. He knew.
But the look on his face betrayed him. Those beautiful black eyes I knew so well, would not believe.
"Lilly?"
"Kill me."
He took one look at my neck and his eyes betrayed him once again. He would always love me, even after seeing me as what I was. But I would not let him. He still had a life to live, love to give. I was dead to this world, dead to him.
"Kill me, please"
I had seen him cry only once, but now the tears fell like rain on me. He took the stake he kept with him and kissed me the last kiss I would remember. A tribute to what we had once shared, and could no longer. Everyone must slay their own demons, even if they are in the flesh. I knew the plunging of the wood into my chest would haunt him, but somehow I was sure some other girl would do what I once did, and heal him.
Vampires don't feel emotion, but I know he held me close as a single tear ran down my cheek.
And if daemons' voices are heard in heaven, I prayed he may smile one day and be happy, one day, without me.
A/N
my first published story, a one shot of a vampire in the world of Underworld. A story of love when the war begun. Please read and review!
