A/N: There will probably only be a few more chapters of this….maybe 3. Depending on how long they are, how I choose to divide them, etc. But yeah…it's getting towards the end of the story…at least in the last half…maybe last quarter. XDD Now it's starting to sound like a football game….XD
Disclaimer: I'm still here, still working on this thing, still not owning it.
Despite everything that Albel had said, Fayt knew he was not okay. Albel was extremely lonely. Well, Fayt was extremely lonely too, but it just wouldn't work out for them to e together. Fayt knew that. He had finally understood and accepted what his dad had told him. He was destined to be lonely. It was part of his curse.
But that didn't stop Fayt from having any feelings for Albel. It didn't stop him from feeling a pang of guilt whenever he saw Albel sitting all by himself in the middle of the park, mournfully staring at nothing. Fayt knew it was his fault, but he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to be with Albel, but he couldn't.
After a few weeks, Albel began to search for some other companionship. He would always love Fayt, but he just couldn't go on by himself forever. Fayt knew he should be happy when he saw Albel sitting on a bench, watching with vague interest as certain men walked by him. He knew he should be happy that Albel was finally moving on, but he felt jealous. Just because he couldn't be with Albel didn't mean he wanted someone else to be with Albel. He loved Albel and Albel loved him back, but Albel couldn't function without some kind of romantic interest. Fayt knew this. He and the rest of the gang had watched Albel deteriorate into a depressed, moody being right before their eyes.
Fayt could no longer stand hanging out with Albel's gang. He couldn't bear the sad, longing looks Albel would throw him from across the room. Everyone understood. If Fayt left, perhaps Albel could finally move on.
Fayt sighed to himself, once again settled into his favorite spot under the old tree. "I told him it would just end up hurting us both if he got too close. He didn't listen. Well, one day I hope he finds someone that'll be right for him."
Fayt was back on his old schedule, sleeping during the day and hunting at night. He felt dirty and inadequate, all because of the pain he had caused Albel because of what he was. He had to punish himself, limiting himself to feeding every two days so he would be kept awake by the growling of his stomach. He needed to be much more miserable than that though. He settled in for a restless day of sleep, vowing to himself that the next day, he would find something painful, maybe a sharp rock to sleep on or a pointed stick to scrape his skin raw.
That night, Fayt went into town to feed. He stopped outside the window of a teenage girl to listen if she was really asleep. It had almost seemed so when her mother came into the room and the girl and her mother began a long loud shouting match over the evils of energy vampires, each with their own idea of what chaos the vampires caused.
Fayt turned away from the house sadly, in no mood to feed. They were right. He was a terrible monster. He was cruel, he was vicious, and he had the potential to kill. He deserved to die.
Fayt slowly walked back towards the forest, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He lowered his head onto his chest so all he could see were his own feet as he trudged along. He was unworthy of looking up.
But Fayt's punishment was a bad idea because he couldn't see where he was going and he bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going, idiot," a familiar voice growled.
Fayt looked up, horror-struck to see Albel standing there in front of him. Cliff looked equally horrified. Oh no, just when he thought he had finally gotten away from Albel, he had found him again.
Albel's irritated expression softened into shock. "Fayt, what on earth are you doing out here? You just disappeared on us. Why'd you go?"
Fayt looked around nervously. "Err…I don't have time to talk. I have to leave-"
Albel grabbed onto his arm. "You are not getting away from me so easily."
Cliff tried to intervene. "Albel, the kid's got stuff he has to do. Come on, just let him-"
"Butt out!" Albel snarled. "Now, leave me alone. Fayt and I have some things to discuss."
Cliff shrugged apologetically and gave Fayt a look that said, "Well, I tried" before edging away.
Albel shoved Fayt up against a tree and glared at him. "What's the big idea with you running off like that?"
"I'm sorry," Fayt whimpered, trying to squirm away. "I thought you'd be happier if I left."
"Happier? Why should I be happier?" Albel demanded. "You know I'm crazy about you, Fayt. I couldn't stand not having you around."
"I didn't think you could stand having me around," Fayt said quietly. "I saw how much it tortured you, knowing I said no. You wanted me so bad, but you couldn't have me…so I though I'd remove the temptation."
Albel let out a long, unhappy sigh and released Fayt. "I know…I would love to date you. It kills me that I can't. Bu it kills me even more when you're not there. I still have a chance when you're around, but if you're gone, I have no hope left."
Hearing the sadness in Albel's voice, Fayt latched onto him, burying his face in Albel's shirt. "Oh god, I've hurt you even worse. I knew this was a mistake. I can't get close to anyone. Why do these things always happen?"
Albel gently pried Fayt off of him. "You'll stop hurting me if you go out with me. And I promise not to kiss you, at least, not until you're ready."
Fayt sighed. "Alright. I'll do it."
Albel raised an eyebrow. "I'm not twisting your arm or anything. If you don't want to date me, I'll eventually find someone else."
"No! I mean…no, I'll date you. I'm fine with it."
Albel looked amused. "Jealous, Fayt?"
Fayt frowned. "I thought you would have already had another boyfriend by now."
Albel shrugged. "I could have. I know plenty of people willing to date me. In our society, true love doesn't matter. You don't usually wait this long for people. If they don't want you, find someone out there that does. There are plenty of warm, breathing bodies in the world. But I don't just want a body, I want you."
Fayt turned pink. "Stop it. I already told you I'm not special."
Albel embraced Fayt and kissed his cheek. "I already told you that you were."
Now Fayt was bright red. "Albel," he whined. "Stop doing that. You're making me feel all…awkward."
Albel smirked. "Come on, Fayt. I need to get you back to civilization. You need a ice hot shower to get those pine needles off you and then you can spend the night in a nice soft bed. And in the morning I'll get you something nice to eat. You look starved."
"Albel, you're spoiling me," Fayt grumbled.
Albel smiled. "I'm supposed to. You're my boyfriend now."
