Title: Vampirism
Chapter Three
Rated: R
Genre: Angst/Drama
Warnings: Speaks of Hell, mild language, yaoi. Descriptions might make
some slightly squimish.
Disclaimer: I'm making no money from this story. Touma,
Touma's father, Seiji, Shin, and Shuu belong to Sunrise. Soleil belongs to me.
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Sometimes I feel I've got to...
Run away. I've got to...
Get away.
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
---Marilyn Manson, Tainted Love
October 31, 2001
Rain. Oh, how I love it when it rains. I can almost forget my deadly sins and cowardice of the early eve...I shall record the events, so if one ever reads this, they will know of my regret and my sin.
Soleil called to me, waking me from my death-like slumber. I rose from my coffin, which we just purchased, and looked about. There was a glint in Soleil's eyes. Before they had been emotionless..Dead. Now they were alive.
"I have decided on a name for you, Fledgling.," he told me, smiling gently. "You will now be called Meris, the ocean."
Meris...That should have been Shin. No, I was not an ocean..Perhaps my eyes reflected the sea, but ocean? No. Yet, I could not argue with Soleil.
Suddenly, I found we in a different room. It was not our hotel room, for the hotel was spotless. This place was lived in. I ran my gaze along the walls. Swords, candles...This was all too familiar...Then my intense eyes landed upon him. His body lay tangled in satin sheets, and his golden hair was tossed about him like strands of gold. In the moonlight, he was breathtaking. I stared for a moment, then uttered one word.
"Seiji.."
Soleil grinned. "Yes, Seiji..I know you want him. Take him. Feed freely." Soleil's voice would have been hardly audible to human ears, but I heard him perfectly.
I nodded as I walked over towards the sleeping boy. I felt numb. I trembled as reached to uncover him. He stirred slightly, then opened his eyes. It was as if he did so as I willed him to. He gasped when he saw me, but before he could utter my name, I was upon him. I covered his mouth, running my hand down his back. He shivered. I held him tightly against my body, feeling his warm, shuddering breath. I ran my free hand over his neck and back, careful not to prick him. I watched him stare at me, emotions flickering over his pained face.
I then realized I couldn't take his life. I looked him in the eye, a crimson tear flowing down my cheek. His eyes widened. "Seiji..," I whispered, trying to explain.
"Who did this to you..?"
"I..I have to leave. Don't come after me..I might kill you..Please don't, Seiji. Don't let any of the others come, either." With that, I kissed him and left with Soleil.
What if I had killed him? The thought ran through my head repeatedly. I was truly damned now. And I realized that I was no longer the mortal boy I was before. If I ever see any of my friends again, they will die...
Soleil sighed when we get back to our hotel room, clearly disappointed. "Meris..That was your chance! Why did you give it up?"
I looked at him, a single red tear on the brim of my eye. "Am I damned..?" Soleil sighed, embracing my form.
"Meris, you were damned the moment you took my black blood....Don't regret what you did tonight. You've given me a great gift; you reawakened my humanity." His words shocked me. How could Soleil, the one who preached to me over and over the joys of killing, still have any humanity left...? It occured to me then that even as vampires, those who are born out of the night, still loved one another and humans. "We're leaving tonight for New Orleans...I've decided you need some rest from this torment."
I smiled briefly, looking into the endless blue lights that were Soleil's eyes. "Thank you."
New Orleans, 2002
Soleil
I watched Meris. He was my fledgling. I knew there would be a time when he hated me, when he couldn't bear to look upon my face because of the disgust. And he would leave me, lonelier than before.
Meris was beautiful, compassionate, human...Everything I never was. But he was weakened by that night...I had to take him away. Or risk his eternal hatred. I loved him, much more than I should have. He died when he killed, but lived when he fed. Did he have the strength for eternity? Would another take him from me? Fears ran through my mind as I pressed my lips to his own soft ones.
And even as I knew that he belonged to another...Even if he hated me...I loved him. And I would remain silent for eternity as I held him. None of this was sacreligion...
It was vampirism. In its finest hour.
Owari.