Disclaimer: I don't own Black Blood Brothers
Like a thief in the night
Like strangers passing by.
May we see clearly in a different light.
A beginning...
An ending...
Those two could never be apart from one another.
Everything that had a beginning would eventually end. It was a very simple concept and one that would always be true. There wasn't anything that would last forever. Zelman was certain of this and he had seen it many times before. He supposed that it was the simple order of things...or perhaps it was the way that he could go through his long life. Whatever it was, tonight wouldn't be any different.
Time was running out and with it whatever stolen moment that he had harvested for these few months was reaching its last seconds. As long, elegant, artist's fingers unbuttoned his shirt; his carmine gaze was fixed on a small slumbering form.
Cinnamon colored hair curled behind her on the dark pillow like the rich roots of some exotic plant. The woman looked like Venus sleeping there, covered in dark sheets and small marks that only he could have given her when they had lost themselves in their passions once again. She had been his Venus during these months.
It was still mystery how such a simple girl by the name of Genevieve could have managed to capture his attention for this long but he did not regret it. There was no reason to. The thought caused his lips to curve the slightest bit and before he knew it he was already by her bedside.
He extended his hand and his fingers traced her jawline, his inhuman flesh touching her mortal skin. Almost on their own accord, her lips parted to allow a soft exhale to escape her and his thumb quickly caressed the warmed and full contour of her mouth. By now he knew every inch of her body, he understood her actions and he could predict her words.
She was falling in love with him.
It was time to move on.
The ensnarement of such a strong emotion would be avoided. Love was not something he could offer anyone.
Instead she would go on with her life and he would go on with his.
She would grow old.
He would not.
Stepping back, his hand fell to his side.
Paths always crossed but they would eventually split up again. She would be one of the many lovers that he would leave behind through the years. It was just the way it should be. He would and could not change his ways.
One last glance was cast at her, one last opportunity to remember this moment in time.
And just like that he was closing the door behind him, cutting off his ties once and for all. As he stepped outside and the cold winter weather brushed against him, he wondered for a brief moment about something small but whatever uncertainty that could have grown was erased very easily.
He would keep his freedom and his solitude once again.
It was the cycle that he would always follow
For in the end someone like him could never walk the same path as a mortal.
Love me when you're high.
Leave when you cry...
A/N: This is just an old drabble of mine that I found while looking at my old livejournal. I wish I could still write like this. Anyways thanks for reading