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Author's Note: Well, I know it has been quite sometime since I last updated this fic. My excuse is AP English sucks! I only have 4 classes to go to during the day, yet my AP English class seems to be equivalent of 4 classes, especially when it comes to homework!
Dark Mousy, yes D does seem a bit OOC. Why? Because, he never has anyone and Ambrit brings some kind of new feeling to him that he can't quite fathom yet.
Emiri-chan, thank you so much for the great compliments. But, I'm a bit confused as to what does "Onegai" mean? Hehehe . . . forgive me for my ignorance!
~ The Hunt ~
Chapter 3 - The Confession
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I brought the blade of my sword closer to that beautiful, pale neck. Eagerness filled her eyes, an abnormal thing for vampires that are about to approach their death. Why is she so different? What is it that makes her feel like she needs her immortal life to end?
As I ponder over these questions in my mind, I realize that I can't bring myself in doing it. The fact that she longs to die makes it harder for me. Never before have I approached a vampire such as she, one that wishes to be something else. "Why?"
Her eyes, once closed, opened to my question. There was clearly some confusion in them with a trace of anger as well. "Please, just do it."
Those eyes . . . those deep, black holes . . . why do they haunt me so? They bring some kind of new feeling to me, a feeling that is indescribable. Why does she make me feel like this when I look at her? The answer to her previous question becomes obvious to me, now. I can barely speak out the words, for I am not used to saying them. "I . . . I . . . can't."
Once I managed to unleash the words, her eyes widened with furry. Clearly my statement upset her. Though, the fact didn't seem to bother me. Not killing her sent a sort of refreshment to my mind, and body. The pounding against my chest broke my thoughts. I looked down to see her, Ambrit, hitting me with uncontrollable strength. "Yes, you can!"
There was nothing I could do except grab her wrists. I felt ashamed when I forced her up against the black, stoned wall. The blood tears that formed under her eyes sent a chill down my spine. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry . . . that was wrong of me." I let her go, leaving me to see that she had now drifted into a state of confusion. I couldn't blame her; this was all new to me. "Why is it that you don't want to live?"
"I do not want this so-called life." Her words sent me aback. Never have I heard a vampire, or human speak of such a thing. "You don't understand what it is like for me." Hurt shown as she spoke, making the situation more uncomfortable.
"Tell me . . ." I could feel myself, my body, motioning closer to her as I urged her to continue. "Tell me what it is like."
She turned from me, not wanting me to see her. At first, when she began to speak I thought she was lying, but the emotions that carried in her voice told me otherwise. "You don't know what it is like to wake up each night to a cold, damp castle. No one there with you, to comfort you or love you." Her words, her emotions, were new to me. Though I have gone over the same thoughts in my mind over and over again, it was different coming from someone else.
"Don't think that you are the only immortal to feel this way." The words escaped my mouth, all of a sudden I found myself confiding into her as she was doing with me. It is her, I realize now, it is her that is conjuring up these unearthly feelings. Then, when she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes filled with tears, I knew then what I must do . . .
Author's Note: Hopefully the next chapter will be posted soon. I can't promise that, though! And yes, I am trying to rush to the ending; I have not only homework consuming most of my time but other fics to write as well . . . hehehe.
FEEDBACK: Feedback to a writer is like water to a plant. So feed the writers!
Author's Note: Well, I know it has been quite sometime since I last updated this fic. My excuse is AP English sucks! I only have 4 classes to go to during the day, yet my AP English class seems to be equivalent of 4 classes, especially when it comes to homework!
Dark Mousy, yes D does seem a bit OOC. Why? Because, he never has anyone and Ambrit brings some kind of new feeling to him that he can't quite fathom yet.
Emiri-chan, thank you so much for the great compliments. But, I'm a bit confused as to what does "Onegai" mean? Hehehe . . . forgive me for my ignorance!
~ The Hunt ~
Chapter 3 - The Confession
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I brought the blade of my sword closer to that beautiful, pale neck. Eagerness filled her eyes, an abnormal thing for vampires that are about to approach their death. Why is she so different? What is it that makes her feel like she needs her immortal life to end?
As I ponder over these questions in my mind, I realize that I can't bring myself in doing it. The fact that she longs to die makes it harder for me. Never before have I approached a vampire such as she, one that wishes to be something else. "Why?"
Her eyes, once closed, opened to my question. There was clearly some confusion in them with a trace of anger as well. "Please, just do it."
Those eyes . . . those deep, black holes . . . why do they haunt me so? They bring some kind of new feeling to me, a feeling that is indescribable. Why does she make me feel like this when I look at her? The answer to her previous question becomes obvious to me, now. I can barely speak out the words, for I am not used to saying them. "I . . . I . . . can't."
Once I managed to unleash the words, her eyes widened with furry. Clearly my statement upset her. Though, the fact didn't seem to bother me. Not killing her sent a sort of refreshment to my mind, and body. The pounding against my chest broke my thoughts. I looked down to see her, Ambrit, hitting me with uncontrollable strength. "Yes, you can!"
There was nothing I could do except grab her wrists. I felt ashamed when I forced her up against the black, stoned wall. The blood tears that formed under her eyes sent a chill down my spine. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry . . . that was wrong of me." I let her go, leaving me to see that she had now drifted into a state of confusion. I couldn't blame her; this was all new to me. "Why is it that you don't want to live?"
"I do not want this so-called life." Her words sent me aback. Never have I heard a vampire, or human speak of such a thing. "You don't understand what it is like for me." Hurt shown as she spoke, making the situation more uncomfortable.
"Tell me . . ." I could feel myself, my body, motioning closer to her as I urged her to continue. "Tell me what it is like."
She turned from me, not wanting me to see her. At first, when she began to speak I thought she was lying, but the emotions that carried in her voice told me otherwise. "You don't know what it is like to wake up each night to a cold, damp castle. No one there with you, to comfort you or love you." Her words, her emotions, were new to me. Though I have gone over the same thoughts in my mind over and over again, it was different coming from someone else.
"Don't think that you are the only immortal to feel this way." The words escaped my mouth, all of a sudden I found myself confiding into her as she was doing with me. It is her, I realize now, it is her that is conjuring up these unearthly feelings. Then, when she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes filled with tears, I knew then what I must do . . .
Author's Note: Hopefully the next chapter will be posted soon. I can't promise that, though! And yes, I am trying to rush to the ending; I have not only homework consuming most of my time but other fics to write as well . . . hehehe.