My skin felt as though it were on fire. And though the pain was more
than I thought I could bear, I still remember the coolness of your breath
and the touch of your lips on mine as you bent over me.
I had begun to shake- taking in shallow, awkward breaths- when you looked at me, really looked at me, and whispered cool, smooth words of peace into my ear. all the more to soothe my troubled mind.
You knew that a change was taking hold of me- and yet were not afraid. Even as I, myself, screamed out in pain. In fear. I hadn't asked for what was being done to me.
You knew this. You said nothing.
You sat by my side, running pale, thin fingers through my hair, over my heated skin, sometimes gazing quietly at me, sometimes staring forlornly up at the blessed Silver Lady. The frost of the night sky cooled us both. but you found nothing there that night, and returned to earth.
To me.
Your words ran on the wind as it blew through our private haven. "It should not be long, Michael. Be patient."
I was. Or. I was trying to be. But my mind burned with the change and was plagued by the memories of another- another who had been though darker times than mine, or any ( I thought then.) that I would ever see.
There was a woman. Fire. And sorrow. Great sorrow, the likes of which could never be remedied.
I, of course, did not understand these things as I do now.
You cupped my face between your palms and spoke a few words which I can no longer remember, but which comforted me marvelous much.
The pain grew worse, my muscles stretching, tearing, bones twisting to accommodate the beast which would soon grace the world in stead of me.
You knew this, and smiled sadly, gripping my heated skin all the more tightly as I writhed in agony.
The Silver Lady seemed to be laughing at these tragic discourses- ever untouched by such things- and time. I remember feverishly thinking how very like her you were.
My Silver Lady. The blue of your eyes showing more brightly and beautifully (Be it coldly) than anything I'd seen before.
I can't be sure, but I believe that it was then- at that moment, between heartbeats- that I began to truly love you with my entire heart, Selene. I'm not sure what we had before, but I know what we had after- and what we have now.
I gave myself completely to the night.
Rain had begun to fall, then- and I painfully pushed myself up on one twisted elbow to chance a kiss before I'd gone completely.
It was quick. And sweet. You tasted of honey and your lips were soft against mine.
My strength failed immediately after, and I could resist no longer. The change was upon me, swiftly- breaking who I had been before in two.
I stood, after, a new being- something I hadn't known I could ever become. You gazed at me as I stood bathed in pale moonlight, cold eyes shining with crystalline tears.
It was the first time I'd ever seen you cry. It would not be the last.
A sudden smile claimed your lips- tinged with some regret. You ran a shaking hand over my pelt, caressing my cheek, and I saw razor sharp canines poke out from behind your sorrowful expression.
"My Michael."
I had begun to shake- taking in shallow, awkward breaths- when you looked at me, really looked at me, and whispered cool, smooth words of peace into my ear. all the more to soothe my troubled mind.
You knew that a change was taking hold of me- and yet were not afraid. Even as I, myself, screamed out in pain. In fear. I hadn't asked for what was being done to me.
You knew this. You said nothing.
You sat by my side, running pale, thin fingers through my hair, over my heated skin, sometimes gazing quietly at me, sometimes staring forlornly up at the blessed Silver Lady. The frost of the night sky cooled us both. but you found nothing there that night, and returned to earth.
To me.
Your words ran on the wind as it blew through our private haven. "It should not be long, Michael. Be patient."
I was. Or. I was trying to be. But my mind burned with the change and was plagued by the memories of another- another who had been though darker times than mine, or any ( I thought then.) that I would ever see.
There was a woman. Fire. And sorrow. Great sorrow, the likes of which could never be remedied.
I, of course, did not understand these things as I do now.
You cupped my face between your palms and spoke a few words which I can no longer remember, but which comforted me marvelous much.
The pain grew worse, my muscles stretching, tearing, bones twisting to accommodate the beast which would soon grace the world in stead of me.
You knew this, and smiled sadly, gripping my heated skin all the more tightly as I writhed in agony.
The Silver Lady seemed to be laughing at these tragic discourses- ever untouched by such things- and time. I remember feverishly thinking how very like her you were.
My Silver Lady. The blue of your eyes showing more brightly and beautifully (Be it coldly) than anything I'd seen before.
I can't be sure, but I believe that it was then- at that moment, between heartbeats- that I began to truly love you with my entire heart, Selene. I'm not sure what we had before, but I know what we had after- and what we have now.
I gave myself completely to the night.
Rain had begun to fall, then- and I painfully pushed myself up on one twisted elbow to chance a kiss before I'd gone completely.
It was quick. And sweet. You tasted of honey and your lips were soft against mine.
My strength failed immediately after, and I could resist no longer. The change was upon me, swiftly- breaking who I had been before in two.
I stood, after, a new being- something I hadn't known I could ever become. You gazed at me as I stood bathed in pale moonlight, cold eyes shining with crystalline tears.
It was the first time I'd ever seen you cry. It would not be the last.
A sudden smile claimed your lips- tinged with some regret. You ran a shaking hand over my pelt, caressing my cheek, and I saw razor sharp canines poke out from behind your sorrowful expression.
"My Michael."