Taste of Eternity
Author's Note: This story has taken forever to post and caused me a lot of heartache. My computer corrupted the file and made it almost impossible to get into the story. For the sake of my sanity, please read and review this one.
Disclaimer = I do not own them and I never will. ^_^
He sat alone in the darkened room, his shoulders hunched in a sorrowful defeat. The heavy black velvet curtains were drawn tight over the windows, dissuading even a single sliver of light to pour through, for fear that it would interrupt his misery. He sighed carefully, savoring the way the unneeded breath traveled through his useless lungs to come clouding out in the air, billowing into a cold frost. "I'm such a fool." He commented to the empty room, the words echoing through his skull with a truth that he could not deny. "I let her go."
"Don't beat yourself up about it, buddy." Another voice responded with a little more feeling than his own. "You can't lose someone you never had." The first man got slowly to his feet, his deathly pale skin giving off a faint glow in the darkness of the study.
"That's where you're wrong, Duo. She could have been mine…if I wasn't such a monster."
The one called Duo smiled jovially, his pale pink lips parting to reveal pearly white fangs. "That's why you should stick to your own kind, Heero. Why date if you can't mate?"
"Shut up."
Seeing he was in no mood to joke around, Duo shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, man. I'll leave you to wallow in self pity." Heero nodded, his expression overshadowed by the dark brown bangs hanging messily over his eyes. He sank back down onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. Duo paused at the door, catching a glimpse of his friend out of the corner of his eye. *I've never seen Heero so worked up about some chick, especially a human.* he thought to himself, his hand frozen on the doorknob. *Maybe I should stay and talk with him. After all, I did ditch a perfectly good party to find him…*
The instant the thought passed through his mind, the door opened and Duo stumbled forward, having leaned all his weight against the doorknob. He fell into the arms of a slender vampiress, who giggled and helped right himself. "Duo!" she said, smiling seductively. "You were just the person I was looking for."
All thoughts of Heero pushed out of his mind, Duo grinned back at her. "Hilde, I thought you were still at the party." She shook her head, her short black locks bouncing cutely around her face as she did so. " Nope, I followed you here. Aren't you happy to see me?" He nodded, grabbing her roughly around the waist and pulling her lithe body up against his own. "Very." He commented, and shut the door behind him with his foot.
Heero leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed, trying to block out the very suggestive sounds coming from the back room. Why couldn't they find another place to do that, it was a fairly large house. The abandoned manor served as a place where vampires could stay for short periods of time, if they had no where else to go. Heero had come here to be alone, only to be followed by them.
Curling up his legs to form a little protective ball, Heero tried uselessly to go to sleep. He needed to stop thinking, to stop being, for just a little while, otherwise the pain would become too great to bear. Of course, he didn't need sleep, just like he didn't need to eat or even breathe. Most of these necessities died along with his body, and he did them more out of habit than anything else.
For a vampire, Heero was still considered very young. He was created about 300 years ago, by the same being that was the closest thing he had to a friend today. Duo used to get his kicks by going out at night to the tame colonial pubs and brewing up trouble. He had an unquenchable lust for blood and would go after any defenseless human he could get his hands on. Of course, when he was hit with this incredible craving, he often lost control and went too far. Too many humans had died because of his inability to stop feeding. Duo finally got into the habit of offering his victims immortality to replace their untimely death. Many humans declined, while others agreed to become one of his race. Heero never remembered consenting, but he didn't recall arguing either. In fact, he couldn't remember much about that last night as a human, it was all too long ago.
Embedding his throbbing head further into the couch's pillow, Heero tried vainly to prevent all of the memories flooding his already heartbroken mind from causing him even more pain. It hadn't been a good day, to say the least, and the last thing he needed was to be reminded of his tragic past, which eventually led up to the miserable present. Heero willed himself to fall asleep, the moans and screams from the other room acting as a perverse lullaby. He gave himself up to a dreamless night, but was instead greeted by a barrage of memories…
Author's Note: This story has taken forever to post and caused me a lot of heartache. My computer corrupted the file and made it almost impossible to get into the story. For the sake of my sanity, please read and review this one.
Disclaimer = I do not own them and I never will. ^_^
He sat alone in the darkened room, his shoulders hunched in a sorrowful defeat. The heavy black velvet curtains were drawn tight over the windows, dissuading even a single sliver of light to pour through, for fear that it would interrupt his misery. He sighed carefully, savoring the way the unneeded breath traveled through his useless lungs to come clouding out in the air, billowing into a cold frost. "I'm such a fool." He commented to the empty room, the words echoing through his skull with a truth that he could not deny. "I let her go."
"Don't beat yourself up about it, buddy." Another voice responded with a little more feeling than his own. "You can't lose someone you never had." The first man got slowly to his feet, his deathly pale skin giving off a faint glow in the darkness of the study.
"That's where you're wrong, Duo. She could have been mine…if I wasn't such a monster."
The one called Duo smiled jovially, his pale pink lips parting to reveal pearly white fangs. "That's why you should stick to your own kind, Heero. Why date if you can't mate?"
"Shut up."
Seeing he was in no mood to joke around, Duo shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, man. I'll leave you to wallow in self pity." Heero nodded, his expression overshadowed by the dark brown bangs hanging messily over his eyes. He sank back down onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. Duo paused at the door, catching a glimpse of his friend out of the corner of his eye. *I've never seen Heero so worked up about some chick, especially a human.* he thought to himself, his hand frozen on the doorknob. *Maybe I should stay and talk with him. After all, I did ditch a perfectly good party to find him…*
The instant the thought passed through his mind, the door opened and Duo stumbled forward, having leaned all his weight against the doorknob. He fell into the arms of a slender vampiress, who giggled and helped right himself. "Duo!" she said, smiling seductively. "You were just the person I was looking for."
All thoughts of Heero pushed out of his mind, Duo grinned back at her. "Hilde, I thought you were still at the party." She shook her head, her short black locks bouncing cutely around her face as she did so. " Nope, I followed you here. Aren't you happy to see me?" He nodded, grabbing her roughly around the waist and pulling her lithe body up against his own. "Very." He commented, and shut the door behind him with his foot.
Heero leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed, trying to block out the very suggestive sounds coming from the back room. Why couldn't they find another place to do that, it was a fairly large house. The abandoned manor served as a place where vampires could stay for short periods of time, if they had no where else to go. Heero had come here to be alone, only to be followed by them.
Curling up his legs to form a little protective ball, Heero tried uselessly to go to sleep. He needed to stop thinking, to stop being, for just a little while, otherwise the pain would become too great to bear. Of course, he didn't need sleep, just like he didn't need to eat or even breathe. Most of these necessities died along with his body, and he did them more out of habit than anything else.
For a vampire, Heero was still considered very young. He was created about 300 years ago, by the same being that was the closest thing he had to a friend today. Duo used to get his kicks by going out at night to the tame colonial pubs and brewing up trouble. He had an unquenchable lust for blood and would go after any defenseless human he could get his hands on. Of course, when he was hit with this incredible craving, he often lost control and went too far. Too many humans had died because of his inability to stop feeding. Duo finally got into the habit of offering his victims immortality to replace their untimely death. Many humans declined, while others agreed to become one of his race. Heero never remembered consenting, but he didn't recall arguing either. In fact, he couldn't remember much about that last night as a human, it was all too long ago.
Embedding his throbbing head further into the couch's pillow, Heero tried vainly to prevent all of the memories flooding his already heartbroken mind from causing him even more pain. It hadn't been a good day, to say the least, and the last thing he needed was to be reminded of his tragic past, which eventually led up to the miserable present. Heero willed himself to fall asleep, the moans and screams from the other room acting as a perverse lullaby. He gave himself up to a dreamless night, but was instead greeted by a barrage of memories…