Disclaimer: -points to previous chapter-
Yeah…I think we know the drill.
Sorry about the long break from writing… Life seems to gleefully tie me up and lash me to near madness…oh look! Another beating! YAY! -grumble grumble- -takes lashes with a toothy smile-
Enjoy the story.
D stayed at his mother's home for the evening. He insisted that he sleep on the couch and after much persuasion on his mother's half…he still won. He lay there staring at the ceiling; it began to softly rain outside. His left arm wiggled and sat up, wrist turning around a little and then to face him. "So, how ya feeling?" D didn't answer; he only stared at the ceiling with a blank expression. Setau laid the arm down and crawled across D's chest and up over his chin into his face. "'Ello? Any buddy home?" D blinked and looked at him as if he didn't notice that he was there before. Setau sighed and shot D a glare while still resting the heel of his palm on his chin. How long will this last? How long will I feel comfortable like this? Setau noticed D's look, as if he were staring right through him. "D, please. You are torturing your self. You might as well enjoy it while you…" He was cut off. D's deep voice seemed distant, a little hurt.
"I can't stay here." He said simply. Setau's face contorted into anger. "Wh-wh-what?!" D placed a finger over Setau's mouth. "Listen to me friend, if I was to stay here I would only bring creatures and other foul things looking for me. I do not want to put her in that kind of danger." Setau's face softened a little. He frowned under D's finger. D let his other hand rest at his side and looked at the little entity in his palm. "But she is so nice. I don't want us to leave her like that again." D opened his mouth in reply and was stopped by a smooth kind voice in the kitchen.
"It's all right." D sat up startled to look at his mother as she glided into the room. The air in the room seemed to be lighter when she was there. It was reassuring to D's nerves; he had been dreading this conversation most of the night. Her soft brown hair fell over her shoulder as she looked down at the two looking who were looking at her. She grinned and looked at Setau. "Dear little one, I was hoping to talk to you earlier. I am so glad to see that you are still around." Her smile broadened. "D, my dear son, I know that if you must go then I understand your reasons. Just so long as you come back and see me from time to time." He nodded to her.
"It would be best if I go soon." He stood and looked down at her. She already had his cloak in hand.
"I knew that you would not be able to stay long, so I prepared some things for you before you go." She went into the back room and came back with his saddlebags full. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "These things might come in handy seeing as the world is changing once again. You might want to reconsider how you go about living D." She nodded towards his armor and torn cloak. Motherly advice. He grinned at her taking the saddlebags.
They said their goodbyes and she happily showered him with affection of which he was not used to. He mounted his cyborg and headed out of town. Looking back only once to let Setau nearly wave his arm off. D eventually forced him to take the reigns once again and continued on. He clicked the cyborg to a gallop until the sun began to peak over the mountains in the distance. He slowed the horse and jumped down to walk for a while. He pulled the lapels of his cloak over his face and his hat a little lower. The dirt clung greedily to his boots but he decided to focus more on the sunrise. Every morning he was glad to be able to see it. Glad that he did not have to dwell in the darkness for all the years of his life like his father. Although at times he wished for nothing more than death. To be rid of all this time, this ongoing turmoil, the battles of demons and vampires…and his inner battles as well. He walked on lost in thought. Normally this wouldn't happen, but seeing as the previous days events were a bit of a shock to his system.
Yeah, I know it's short, but it's late and my mind is ripping in half.
Many blessings,
Seraphim Of The Dark Moon