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Thierry Descouedres: Next time

"Sir, we're almost there." Nilsson's hushed gentle voice sounded almost painful in Thierry Descouedres's ears. Thierry braced himself and looked out his limo's window. Gray. All he could see was gray. The color appeared everywhere on this particular area. The newly made rain puddles were gray, the clouds above them were gray, even the grass seemed to hold an eerie tint of the translucent color. It seemed odd to Thierry how the world could be saved from complete destruction and yet still have days like this. Fits the mood perfectly, though. Thierry thought.

"Sir?" Nilsson's voice came back with concern.

"It's all right Nilsson, I can handle this." On any other occasions, this remark would be enough to silence Nilsson, his head consort. But this was no normal occasion.

"Are you sure sir?" he asked. "Maybe you're not ready yet. Everyone back at headquarters would understand if we headed back."

Thierry was already prepared for this excuse from Nilsson, but he wouldn't take it. He's been putting this off for almost three days; he had to do it now or he'll regret it forever.

"No, Nilsson. I'm doing it today." He had meant it to sound demanding but instead it came out tired and… and defeated, even to Thierry's ears. Nilsson sighed in resignation.

"As you wish my lord. We'll be in the parking lot in less than five minutes."

On that note the vehicle was overcome with a sense of quiet depression for Thierry. Both for what had happened and what he has set himself to do. A task he not only deemed impossible but unendurable for him. A task that, a week ago, he would have met in scorn and denial; and probably would have even punished the lunatic who dared to suggest it.

Thierry Descouedres, the most renowned vampire lord, was going to a cemetery.

"We're here, my lord." Thierry jumped at the statement and, as soon as he recovered his composure, looked out the window one last time. The limo was rounding a curb at the moment but that wasn't what Thierry was looking at. In the distance he could see an ancient looking gate surrounded by, possibly, even older statues. And beyond that were gray figures. Even to Thierry's sensitive eyes they were blurry, probably because of the steady rain. Nilsson brought the car in closer and with a flash of recognition Thierry saw what those gray silhouettes were. Headstones. As the word entered his system, for once in his entire vampire life, Thierry the vampire lord was scared. Not just frightened, terrified.

Every ounce of discipline Thierry had gained through his long life, every last drop of it, would be tested. Right here, right now.

Nilsson parked the limo near the massive gate and glanced reassuringly at Thierry over his shoulder. Thierry returned the gesture with a frightened nod. And with that he unbuckled his seat-belt and stepped out to the cold gray morning.

Thierry walked away from the car in dread. He had lied to Nilsson back there. He wasn't ready for this at all. Not in the slightest. With every step he took he considered turning back. He very nearly did until he realized where he was.

He was standing in front of the gate now. It was exactly as he described it, ancient. And the angel statues looming over it were just as old, maybe older. There were two on the very peak of the gate, hand in hand. They were both the classic stereo-type angels humans have come up with, ethereal beauty with curly golden hair and a pair of luminescent wings at the back. But as Thierry continued to stare at it he couldn't help the sudden surge of sadness it gave him. The angels faces were all rusty and, to the human eye at least, deformed to the point of not knowing whether it was smiling with joy or grimacing in pain. To Thierry however, they seemed to be mourning, the faces were chiseled with the firm but subtle touch of pain and sorrow. Finally Thierry couldn't look up any longer, partly because it was still raining hard and it hurt to look up and partly because the pair seemed too symbolic for him. He opened the rusty, old gate and shuffled inside.

Once inside Thierry found himself lost in a sea of cold and desolate gray. There were headstones everywhere he looked but not the one he came here to find. Thierry stood there, rooted to the spot not knowing what to do. He couldn't, wouldn't, leave her but the urge to go back and just give up was too tempting. Besides he wouldn't even know what to do when and if he found 'd probably have a breakdown and Nilsson would have to call some Witches to heal his broken heart…. Thierry stayed for a few more moments, then his jaw clenched and he involuntarily straightened his shoulders. The sign of a made decision. No. I won't abandon her. Not this time. And with that thought he set out to find the one he had so cruelly lost.

He never knew so many people could be buried in a place as tiny and cramped as this. It must have been two hours already and he still hasn't found her yet. But he won't give up. He'll never give up on his soulmate, he at least owes her that. Thierry wandered through the cemetery once more the shuffling sound of his feet was the only noise in the area besides the muted dripping the rain made. Speaking of the rain Thierry was already soaked to the bone. His black sweater and jeans ensemble was no match for Mother Nature's icy fury. If he weren't already dead he'd be worried of catching pneumonia. Thierry smiled a bleak smile. If only he were dead. It'd be so much easier for him.

But he couldn't do that. Not now, not ever. Because of a promise he had made almost three millennia ago, to a certain Hana of the Three Rivers. He wouldn't die because he had to wait. He had to wait for his lady's return. Actually maybe he could wait for his lady's return in peace. The witches were getting stronger and more powerful. It'd only take a few days to make him the potion Hellewise had given him way back when. Maybe he could—

The thought broke off as his shoe got caught on something. Something hard. Thierry had to clamp his mouth shut to keep from cursing, after all this is a holy place. He bent down to examine what had happened. He had to use all his extra sight on finding out what he had stumbled upon. His eyes searched and finally he found it. And when he did, he froze.

There was a handle on the ground. Slowly, very slowly, he opened it. And felt cold air sweep at his face.

A built-in door on the floor that leads to goddess-knows -where. His curiosity was too great. Thierry looked about him once then descended. He felt his foot ahead of him first. There seemed to be some sort of staircase here. Step by step he made his way into the darkness, happy that he didn't have to get wet anymore. All through the climb down though, he hadn't forgotten what he originally came to do and he always considered turning back to finish it. But he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. Something was calling to him in here, something old and powerful. And he couldn't turn away.

His foot touched solid ground at that moment and Thierry felt a jolt of genuine surprise. He was facing a lighted corridor, made of dried up mud and bricks, but that wasn't why he was shocked. In the middle of the corridor, pulling him in farther down, was a silver cord.

Thierry didn't think, well no, actually he did but his only thought was Follow it! Follow it NOW, before it's too late! And that's what he did. He ran, practically sprinted his way down the path forgetting who he was and why he came here in the first place. Only knowing that he had to follow this cord, he just had to.

He ran the whole way through and finally, after what felt like a millennia of running, the pass ended. It flowed into a vast room with thousands of candles lighting it. There were drawings on the wall, too. All kinds of drawings. There were Stone-Age drawings, hieroglyphics, and other drawings from different eras and locations. But this was all a sideshow to Thierry. It was the coffin at the far end of the room that completely held his attention.

Slowly, as if in a dream, he approached it. When he finally reached it he swallowed. This is it. He knew this was it. The cord had led him here so this had to be it. It had to be. Carefully he opened the lid of the coffin. And had his sight blurred by tears.

She was here. Hannah was really here. He was so overcome with his joy he almost didn't realize how different she looked. They've spent thirty years together before her death so, naturally, she should look old, right? But she didn't, not one bit. Her hair wasn't the graying yellow it was when he last saw her, it looked so much like the old golden blond when they first met. And the face. The only resemblance was the red birthmark on her left cheek.

This was the younger Hannah.

Then Thierry realized the truth. The Daybreakers, his Daybreakers, did this for him. They created this cave and transformed it into a shrine for their beloved Lady Hannah. All the Night People with the humans' help did all of this and the witches even gave Hannah her old youthful look. His sight blurred again as he caressed her peaceful face. He'd have to repay them somehow. He'll stop at nothing to do just that. His hand travelled down to hers and was surprised to find that they were curled into a fist. Thierry gently unfurled her smooth hand…. And felt a piece of crumpled paper in between it.

He took it out gingerly and on it were three simple words. The last words of his soulmate.

'Till next time.

Thierry stared at the note for what seemed like a lifetime. Then finally he got up and put it in his pocket. He reached down to trace the unique birthmark on the equally unique face one last time. Then with a sad smile he closed the coffin lid and stepped back.

"'Till next time."

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