My dearest readers,
I apologize for the disruption in schedule. I assure you that as previously done, I will be maintaining my 24 hour update deadline. Due to some unprecedented events this week, and absolute exhaustion from my weird sleep schedule, I have been unable to, and apologize deeply. As I have once said, your reviews are most heartily appreciated. They help me not only improve my story, but motivate me to write it just as well, PLEASE keep writing them. Thank you to bloodwolfearthdragon for encouraging me to be a sane person and get some rest!
Sincerely,
Your Angel
That kiss was riveting, the smoothness of their lips slicing. They had forgotten everything the world was. It was blank, bright and spinning their minds. Her fragile body was anything but similar to his ragged frame, yet in every way it was meant for him. Two of the same creature melting into black swirls of cloak and white mask.
They unlocked, and breathed into a new air. A new world.
Her purple eyelids blinked slowly and rose to the factor that had changed it all. It stirred something she had never felt.
Those rough hands scraped against her rosy cheeks and their noses so lightly touched. Those once piercing gray eyes; they were now soft, and half tamed. The wildness shone through soon enough in better lighting.
Her hips seemed strangled in the lock of one of his wrists, her cheeks cradled by the other.
"Evangeline. Eva."
Her name whispered through his lips like bird wings, silent, and graceful. His thick black hair dripped from his face like a stream of ash, her tiny hands swooping them behind his eyes, tasting the picture with every sense.
Soon the black strands were clenched in her hands, her lips ripping at his perfect ones. His pale neck stroked by her pearly fingertips.
He pulled his red lips from hers, and planted them on her collarbone. She hugged his neckline and kissed the top of his head, dreaming of the things he thought about, delighting in his hold.
"Erik" she muffled into his hair as he glided down her neck kiss by kiss.
"I love you."
He receded from her collar and grasped tighter to her waist with his palms.
"My little Eva…" he said it dreamily, lost in their passions, unable to describe how he truly felt. Frustrated by the lack of words in the world to describe it.
"I love your soul, and your mind, and your body. I will love every bit of anything that is yours or has been. I love everything you touch."
She touched him.
Everything beautiful about her filled him with guilt and awe for ever bringing such loveliness to these depths. Yet he had never done it. She had come here willingly, gracefully, like the angel she was. The angel of the moon, and stars, and candles. All the things that illuminated the night and coincided with it, needing it as much as it desperately needed her. He tasted her shoulders, hungering for every particle of her, any inkling of her.
His silver eyes began to sizzle against her skin, her own naïve, and innocent, yet feeling the same hunger. He pulled the mercury sockets to her eyes, and watched them close and lean into his chest. That fragile body, trusting and warm. He kissed her eyelids, and soon after they fluttered open like butterfly wings.
"Past the point,
Of no,
Return."
It was sweeping and black, and the world was swallowed in memories. The blindness of love receded as logic sawed into his head. He clenched onto her fine figure with his talons. "Your too beautiful." It killed him. She would never love him. She couldn't love him.
He fought her grasp and all the warmth receded from the room. A cold fear burning in her eyes as hatred erupted in his.
"You hold sympathies with me,
Yet little does my dove know,
little does my dove see,
That I'm the monster in her dreams,
Clawing at that unflawed mind,
the monster in her dreams.
I'm the bad guy.
I'm the monster,
Murderer,"
She flinched with shock at the word.
"and torturer.
In my past,
I've burned in hell,
As I deserved,
Ensnare an Angel?
What malevolence,
I would need,
Towards that creature,
I adore."
Her pink lips urged beauty from her lips, and lyrics formed to his common amazement.
"Murderer,
Torturer,
In your past,
You've lived in hell?"
He nodded in complete weak shame.
"Then what is present tense,
If you cannot but help,
And live in it.
Is this hell?
Or is this heaven?"
His sweet voice clambered against hers,
"Is this hell?
Or is it heaven?
What are the words,
If you have yet to speak?
You are mine,
And I am forever yours,
Will you live for me,
Or die for yourself?"
A painful burn seemed to verge on agony within them,
"So bind to me,
We will be,
Two feathers,
Of a twisted wing.
Will you pass the point,
Of no return?
Will you do the deed,
Will we be born again?
Loved for once?
Love me once?"
He ran towards her, sweeping her feverish skin into his arms, his heart thrumming in his chest, against the weight of her nuzzling cheeks in his arms. He strided towards the great swan, pausing at the door to it.
No, no she wasn't her. No. She could never be her.
He looked down at his dove, her wide and gentle eyes wounding him to her obliviousness. He walked with her slowly, cradling her body and looking down at those eyes with pity and pure love.
She would never have to choose like she did. She would never go through what Christine had. He would never let her be blind to what she is accepting.
They made it to his piano bench, his slow movements signaling defeat, and depression at what he had to do to save her from him. He stroked her porcelain cheeks, minding how delicate they really were. He eased her out of his grasp slowly onto the piano seat, where he kissed her hands, and held them as tears flowed down his face, bitterness rolling in his symphonies.
"If you do not fear the monster,
He must make you fear the monster."
He removed the white mask from his face, and one of his many tears hit the floor as gravity shattered the smooth white porcelain mask.
It was the color of the delicate cheeks that would never again accept a monster's caress.