WHY ARE YOU ASKING FOR MY ADVICE…
"Love Song For A Vampire" belongs to Annie Lennox.
"Yukito?" We turned to see Sakura approaching us. The sunlight that filtered through the trees danced in her emerald eyes; those happy eyes I loved so much.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Yukito was confused a little.
"Actually," he began, then he fell asleep and I appeared, "I wanted to talk to you…"
Far away, in Castle Dracula…
It was the wee hours of the morning as the Prince stared into the flames from his heavy oak chair. His hair was now mostly silver, and he wore his black, gold-rimmed robes.
In his left hand he held a crystal glass. In his right, between his index and forefinger, was an old black cigarette holder; it's occupant's life floating into the ceiling of Dracula's library. He had not smoked it for a while, as memories of that Angelic Guardian had come into his mind. He chuckled lightly. To Prince Dracula, Yue seemed like an innocent little boy going to the strange old man across the street for advice.
The fire was a little lower now as the lightning, accompanied by thunder, trumpeted the arrival of rain. The water began to pound at his fortress's roof, as if seeking to escape the cold that it itself induced.
Love…it had escaped his grasp so many years ago. Stolen by fate, which had taken the shape of an arrow.
He would be carrying out his self appointed mission now.
Yue was ready to face the future; would Vlad the Impaler prove to fear the past too much to do so?
No. He would face it.
He put down his glass and left his cigarette dying in a nineteenth century ashtray…
And lay your body down.
"Clow was…a good master to me…" I began. "Before he died, he told me there would be another." I looked up as a quiet wind swept through the trees.
"I…I didn't want another master. I wanted him to live forever. But, he went anyway."
Is beating like a drum.
It beats for you, it bleeds for you.
It knows not how it sounds.
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs.
"Then you came along. You didn't demand anything of me. Just asked me for my friendship. No one…" Sakura blinked and studied me intensely, her heart beating a little faster. "No one ever said that to me. And that's when…I…"
Ever deigned to bloom.
Cruel winter chilled the balm,
And stole my flower too soon.
Prince Dracula stood before two heavy oak doors. The lightning threw shadows from a hallway window onto his body. An ancient hand rose and slipped intro his robe, pulling out an old set of keys. Choosing one, he aimed it for the hole. He hesitated before turning it.
Inside the large chamber was the antique furniture of the fifteenth century. Dracula walked in and twitched his hand slightly back at the doors. They swung closed with a heavy crash.
He waved a hand, and candles that had lain untouched for centuries hissed to life.
Dracula silently regarded the room again, noting the faded drapes that hung like phantoms around the windows. A dusty bottle of wine sat on a table in the middle of it all. Two equally dusty wine glasses sat by it. Then he saw it, beyond the table.
That window…
To search the ends of time,
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine.
Taking a deep breath, I knew: it was now or never.
"That…is when I began to love you, Sakura."
For a moment, there was silence, in that park in Japan, and in that room in Castle Dracula.
Love…Still falls the rain.
Be mine forever…
Then, she simply came over and embraced me.
That was all that was needed.
To shield you from the cold.
Dracula stood at the window from which she had thrown herself to the river below. The rain spattered against him, and the wind threw the curtains into disarray for the first time in hundreds of years and made his robe ripple.
The lightning streaked across the sky, and the thunder rolled.
Dracula then screamed out to the heavens, to the river, to the mountains, one name.
"Elizabeth!!!"
He withdrew violently into the castle again and swept the wine bottle and glasses from the table, the wine meant to celebrate his victorious return from the battlefield.
Prince Dracula grasped the table and then collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
The Lord of Vampires cried on the floor of his castle, ignoring the storm that roared around him.
Now the floor of heav'n is laid,
Its stars of brightest glow.
They shine for you.
They shine for you.
They burn for all to see.
Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free.
THE END