Chapter 10
"Goodnite, Noises Everywhere"
There was something complacent, serene, and pleasurable to it all wrapped up into this pulsating sphere. Something quite effervescently depraved happened on a minuscule level once my flesh touched his mouth and the blood hit his palette. All at once in a seemingly non sequential mist his teeth lengthened and nudged determinedly against my skin. A crooked smirk lit his face. "This conversation is not over." He lapped at the receding blood as a feverish vapor escaped his pores which dominated, ruined me and made everything feel bottomless.
I could only guess at what coursed through him as he seemed to want to take possession of me, his body strengthened and solidified in craving. Ghosts of a past life wondered in and savored the dregs of a waning reminiscence all the while Eric tapped in and stirred vitality back into my body. So this was what it felt like, the swift awakening as his composed breath poured over me, my flesh and bones giving way, sifting then pulling back together. The energy surging and making me want to indulge further into the rhapsody of the vigor rolling right out of him.
Too abruptly he retreated but with a wounded look etched into his features. I held to the notion that my eyes were deceptive in seeing a fleetingly wild look wash over him as the orbs of his eyes dimmed and the long dormant veins about his mouth blackened and resisted against the skin. Hostility crept into him and suddenly he wasn't completely a man before me any longer, although he had never laid claim to that one.
He was almost feral, sprung and ready to pierce into me. The thoughts on his face were clearly apparent when he firmly seized my upper arm and his lips set into motion. His many years of routine dissolved as his teeth unwelcomingly nicked a bit of my flesh and soon a fresh pool of blood was streaming along my forearm. It was now beyond him to attempt to conceal his stricken demeanor.
Eric retreated as though breaking from an entrapment and dark blood spilled from his lips. My chest heaved heavily as I did not know who stood here before me, should I be wary of a man trapped by technicalities or the predator that was branded into his skin? Despite the two instances I needed to desperately hang to the notion that all roads led to death.
Even more, all I could think was that as like death, the truth could not be evaded. I looked at him, he knew it… I knew it. There would be no reasoning with silent reality. I was completely worthless, not even a thing to suffice the basest of nourishments. It now dawned upon me that my disease-ridden blood ensured that I would be nothing but food for the worms. Maybe I couldn't live with that.
Against everything in me, I reached out to touch him reacting to a base fear of being hopelessly alone. His response was something so final that every shroud of pretences that we had constructed had been devastated and those boundaries reset. He held my forearm in a grip threatening to shatter it to the bone. Silently, he thrust me bodily from him.
"Eric," I hurried to him. "Please, look at me." A thick sob erupted from my chest and rattled our tiny room. He ungraciously spewed a glob of blood at his feet, sending splatters across my bared feet and the tips of his boots. My hands fell desperately to my sides.
His forearm glided across his lips, his complexion remained sallow as he looked at the blood on the floor then up to my face. If I had any low points in life this certainly would be it. All the aches filling up my body just didn't matter anymore. All my pent up longings of a freedom were projected into the man standing before. And devastatingly, I realized I no longer had a sense of where we stood, unknowingly it seemed as if I had given him facets of myself without knowing it. His breath came in thickly and he remained before me, sorting through his head, someplace where my own revelations were not permitted.
"We're… we're not finished here tonight Ira." He turned to leave.
"Eric, please. Don't leave it like this. We have to talk… what happened just now, tonight. I can't explain any of it to you. But please. I am begging, don't leave me alone." I held his arm in my hands, feeling the sinews and the refinement of his skin. Somehow, over the course of the night and days and hours he had made the buoyancy make sense to me. Kept gravity from sending me out into the world and I knew he would no longer offer that.
He left soon after that, without a word or even a backward look. I was the insignificant digit standing in the back of a vampire bar. I was left to do what I only knew best, to retreat into the world I had carefully constructed where I had purpose, where everything made a little more sense. The blood seeping through the wounds on my arms dried by the minute and the bruises that polka dotted here and there were on a mission to cover as much surface area as possible.
Armed with bottled water and a discarded towel I wiped around the cuts and cooled wherever burned too unbearably. The night was satisfied. I could agree with that. I could even still taste the female vamps blood in my mouth and her anger on my skin. Sookie, I truly hoped she was faring better that I was. Of course she was, she had Bill of course. As well as from what I could only assume: family… friends. Life.
I didn't fight it when sleep beckoned at my door. My body wound into an impregnable ball that pushed out all the hurts and fears. My whole frame shook and caved as I wept myself to sleep for the countless time in the past week.
A/N: So I have not abandoned this fic! I've been on a much needed hiatus (not by choice). I've had the craziest bout of writers block. My case is certainly different lol, although I could have certainly continued my heart wouldn't have been in it which in itself would have been a disservice. Writing the last portion of this was a kind of cathartic release, I write when I'm up when I'm down and when the world contains the biggest patch of gloom. I've begun a sort of self journey of sorts. I've sent myself on countless ones before but I think this one is for real now, some things have come into perspective in my life and others not quite as clear. I've even decided to write a novel and pursue publishing B) which is certainly boss lol and a long time coming. The storyline was something I had envisioned initially as adapting into a screenplay (although I have no idea how to construct one of those). And I've developed a motto, if Stephenie Meyers or what the hell ever her name is can do it so can I (that can have boundless interpretations lol). When I'm writing and second guess myself I go back to that... a lot lol. So this is like embeded product placement... check out my work on fictionpress and review please, give me tips or whatevers in the pursuit of publication.... the intened work isn't up though just review my work and see if there's hope for me as yet.
Also I've gone over this fic. I'm extremely longwinded and redundant and meticulous (as like Stephen King, only he's like a bajukillion times better at it) and wow I'm "re-editing" and reposting when I'm not quite so lazy lol. So yea, my editing skills are terrible, skool won't my thing lol. I'm a better writer than editor. But yes enough about me I hope that those of you that have ventured unto this lovely little story will continue to read, fav, reviewing and flame even because it's all good and groovy I love it. I'm hoping to bring a bit more clairty to the storyline and execution and not be so ambiguous. I guess my excuse lol is that she's still at a loss. Confused and mostly in denial with everything. I certainly can feel that lol. Read! And again thanks for all the hits/visits what the hell ever that those are, my friend explained it but i still can't figure the shet out... I did say I was longwinded...
