~Alright, faithful readers! Chapter seven is up. The first half is a dream,
and I'm working on the whole italic thing (thanks Midnight Rain!!) Anywayz,
I dont know whom belongs to whom so here is the story and read, enjoy, and
review!~
~*~*Chapter seven~*~*
When I woke up, it took me a long time to try to remember what had happened. Infact, I could not even remember my name! What in the hell? I sat up and took a deep breath, but was rewarded with a pain so sharp that I gasped and doubled over, and even doubling over hurt. It did not really occur to me that I was completely naked under the silk sheets. All I was aware of was the sharp pain that seemed to dull after each breath. "What's going on?" I asked the bare white walls. I did not like those walls. It felt as if I was going to spend my whole life in this very room.
The only memory I had that was clear enough to remember was hot liquid being forced through my lips. For some reason I had no urge to check my heart. I knew it wasn't beating. Just like I knew deep down that if I didnt inhale that I wouldnt feel the need to. Slowly I straightened up and only then did I feel the silk move across bare skin. Eyes widening slightly, I peeked under the covers, quickly covered myself up again, slightly embarrased, and looked around the room.
Just as if someone had placed a mirror across from me on purpose, there it was. My hair was the same, my skin seemed much paler than before, and even my body seemed more toned than it had the day before. Had it been a day? I don't really know. But it was my eyes that caught the unnessesary breath in my throat. I knew my eyes had been an ice blue, almost transparent. But now they had been melted and reformed into two eternal pools of darkness.
I smirked. I still had my artsy thoughts about me. "So my little artist finally wakes." My head snapped away from the mirror and looked at the woman. Her outfit was seducive and I would have thought her normal but there was a trickle of blood on her chin.
"What have you done to me?" I asked as I went to get out of the bed. Remembering my clothes were currently vacant, I caught myself just as I was about to pull off the blankets, and just glared at her from the bed.
"You wanted to die, did you not?" I wanted to answer, but something was telling me that I should be careful what I say. After all, I was dead. Deep down inside I knew it.
"Yes, I wanted to die. But I did not wish to stay on this planet and watch others live as I never changed in age."
"Well," the woman replied as she sat down beside me and stroked my cheek, "You could always just die again. You could always just run to a Vida and beg to die. Or you could just take this dagger and run yourself through, again." She placed the dagger hilt in my hand and I felt some kind of power surge up my arm. I wanted to drop it instantly but she forced my fingers around the handle. Slowly she turned the dagger towards my heart and pressed lightly. "If you are weak you will run yourself through."
"How do you figure that?" I asked her, pushing the dagger just a bit harder. For some reason I knew that I should run myself through, but my new instincts gripped me. I did not wish to die, not so soon.
"A vampire has a strong instinct of survival, and if you run yourself through then that just proves that you are too scared to try and live in the light of the moon. To hunt down humans and taste their life force slither across your tongue." With a smirk, she added slyly, "You already lived by the moon, if I remember correctly?"
My response was simple. I turned the dagger and sliced her leg open before stabbing the blade into the mattress. Before she could properly respond, which was rather hard with a Vida knife wound, I used my mind to bring me into the walk in closet down the hall. Luckily there was some black silk boxers, a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. I grabbed those, slipped them on, then pulled on a pair of sneakers before bringing myself to the park, where I planned to feed.
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I woke up, my hand gripping the dagger under my pillow. Slowly I detached my hand from handle and sat up. I was still wearing what I had worn at the bash, and I slowly began remembering what had happened a few hours ago. Poem, grey paint. It was all too confusing for me to figure out now.
Not in the mood to think, I brought myself down to the very corner of Las Noches, where I hoped not to be disturbed. I was anyway. "Cairbre?" Without much glance I stood up and walked away from Rabe. My mind was too jumbled to tolerate human emotions now. My head hurt and the edges of my vision were fazed. I leaned back against a spider webbed mirror wall and ran my fingers through my hair. I hadn't felt this way since....
"Cairbre, please listen to me." My attention was drawn to Rabe. But my eyes never met hers. They fell to her throat. This no right, I thought to myself incoherently as I pulled my gaze up to Rabe. Her beautiful face was contorted with concern, and the shirt she wore only drew more attention to her neck. I forced myself completely around so that I was facing the wall, my elbows proping me up and my forehead touching cracked mirror.
"When was the last time I came here?" I asked her no louder than a whisper. But I couldnt ask any louder.
"Almost a week," she replied and I took a sharp intake of breath, which resulted in my legs buckling and me falling to my knees. I had been out for almost a week. Oh hell did it hurt! I never went this long without feeding. I never even went 24 hours without feeding. "Cairbre, I could get you something. What's wrong?" I tried to respond but I had lost my voice. How could I sleep for over a few hours? It didn't make sense. But then again, few things did.
"He needs blood," Jager's voice echoed from across the room and I almost blacked out. I was actually trembling. Rabe's hand touched my shoulder but I jerked away.
"Get away," I yelled hoarsely, although it came out even quieter than my voice had before.
"Badly." Jager added emotionlessly before leaving. His words caught the humans' ears and almost all of them left. All except for Rabe and Kaei. Few other vampires were even in the room, considering the time. It had to have been 2 in the afternoon.
"How could you not feed for this long?" Kaei asked me as she set a glass of cold blood next to me. I grabbed the glass and drank the blood in a split second. Luckily enough it was witch blood. But how had they gotten.....
"Single Earth witch insisted that I keep this for emergency." Rabe's voice sounded like a message from God.
"We better back off," Kaei warned Rabe as I turned around to look at them, my vision better. But there was no doubt that I needed to feed. And the bloodlust had hit me twice as bad as it normally would have since I had killed my last prey. "He still needs blood. The witch blood just got his mind thinking coherant sentences."
"But couldnt we ju-" My instincts had seen the first human and had attacked. I had her slender body in my arms before Kaei could blink. My lips kissed her neck and just as I was going to bite down, I threw Rabe to Kaei and fell to my knees, my fingers entangled into my hair.
I had almost hurt the most precious thing to me. I began crying in anger. My crying did not make a sound, it never did. "Let's back off," Kaei repeated, but this time her sympathy was to me. She had seen many vampires fight the bloodlust that wracked their bodies. I heard them take a few steps back, and I heard Rabe draw her knife. My heart sank. But I did not blame her. After all, I had almost fed off of her.
Before I could actually think of where I was going, I had brought myself to the bash house, to the livingroom where the dead girl had layed before. My body was wracked with another sob and I let it go.
"My little Artist," came a smooth voice that matched the cold silky touch that slid down my cheek. I knew it was not Kendra, I knew that the moment that my lips touched her neck. My fangs pierced her skin and a moment later I was lost in the taste. I just heard Rayne's voice as I drifted off asleep once more,"Your picture of me is stunning, Cairbre."
~*~*Chapter seven~*~*
When I woke up, it took me a long time to try to remember what had happened. Infact, I could not even remember my name! What in the hell? I sat up and took a deep breath, but was rewarded with a pain so sharp that I gasped and doubled over, and even doubling over hurt. It did not really occur to me that I was completely naked under the silk sheets. All I was aware of was the sharp pain that seemed to dull after each breath. "What's going on?" I asked the bare white walls. I did not like those walls. It felt as if I was going to spend my whole life in this very room.
The only memory I had that was clear enough to remember was hot liquid being forced through my lips. For some reason I had no urge to check my heart. I knew it wasn't beating. Just like I knew deep down that if I didnt inhale that I wouldnt feel the need to. Slowly I straightened up and only then did I feel the silk move across bare skin. Eyes widening slightly, I peeked under the covers, quickly covered myself up again, slightly embarrased, and looked around the room.
Just as if someone had placed a mirror across from me on purpose, there it was. My hair was the same, my skin seemed much paler than before, and even my body seemed more toned than it had the day before. Had it been a day? I don't really know. But it was my eyes that caught the unnessesary breath in my throat. I knew my eyes had been an ice blue, almost transparent. But now they had been melted and reformed into two eternal pools of darkness.
I smirked. I still had my artsy thoughts about me. "So my little artist finally wakes." My head snapped away from the mirror and looked at the woman. Her outfit was seducive and I would have thought her normal but there was a trickle of blood on her chin.
"What have you done to me?" I asked as I went to get out of the bed. Remembering my clothes were currently vacant, I caught myself just as I was about to pull off the blankets, and just glared at her from the bed.
"You wanted to die, did you not?" I wanted to answer, but something was telling me that I should be careful what I say. After all, I was dead. Deep down inside I knew it.
"Yes, I wanted to die. But I did not wish to stay on this planet and watch others live as I never changed in age."
"Well," the woman replied as she sat down beside me and stroked my cheek, "You could always just die again. You could always just run to a Vida and beg to die. Or you could just take this dagger and run yourself through, again." She placed the dagger hilt in my hand and I felt some kind of power surge up my arm. I wanted to drop it instantly but she forced my fingers around the handle. Slowly she turned the dagger towards my heart and pressed lightly. "If you are weak you will run yourself through."
"How do you figure that?" I asked her, pushing the dagger just a bit harder. For some reason I knew that I should run myself through, but my new instincts gripped me. I did not wish to die, not so soon.
"A vampire has a strong instinct of survival, and if you run yourself through then that just proves that you are too scared to try and live in the light of the moon. To hunt down humans and taste their life force slither across your tongue." With a smirk, she added slyly, "You already lived by the moon, if I remember correctly?"
My response was simple. I turned the dagger and sliced her leg open before stabbing the blade into the mattress. Before she could properly respond, which was rather hard with a Vida knife wound, I used my mind to bring me into the walk in closet down the hall. Luckily there was some black silk boxers, a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. I grabbed those, slipped them on, then pulled on a pair of sneakers before bringing myself to the park, where I planned to feed.
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I woke up, my hand gripping the dagger under my pillow. Slowly I detached my hand from handle and sat up. I was still wearing what I had worn at the bash, and I slowly began remembering what had happened a few hours ago. Poem, grey paint. It was all too confusing for me to figure out now.
Not in the mood to think, I brought myself down to the very corner of Las Noches, where I hoped not to be disturbed. I was anyway. "Cairbre?" Without much glance I stood up and walked away from Rabe. My mind was too jumbled to tolerate human emotions now. My head hurt and the edges of my vision were fazed. I leaned back against a spider webbed mirror wall and ran my fingers through my hair. I hadn't felt this way since....
"Cairbre, please listen to me." My attention was drawn to Rabe. But my eyes never met hers. They fell to her throat. This no right, I thought to myself incoherently as I pulled my gaze up to Rabe. Her beautiful face was contorted with concern, and the shirt she wore only drew more attention to her neck. I forced myself completely around so that I was facing the wall, my elbows proping me up and my forehead touching cracked mirror.
"When was the last time I came here?" I asked her no louder than a whisper. But I couldnt ask any louder.
"Almost a week," she replied and I took a sharp intake of breath, which resulted in my legs buckling and me falling to my knees. I had been out for almost a week. Oh hell did it hurt! I never went this long without feeding. I never even went 24 hours without feeding. "Cairbre, I could get you something. What's wrong?" I tried to respond but I had lost my voice. How could I sleep for over a few hours? It didn't make sense. But then again, few things did.
"He needs blood," Jager's voice echoed from across the room and I almost blacked out. I was actually trembling. Rabe's hand touched my shoulder but I jerked away.
"Get away," I yelled hoarsely, although it came out even quieter than my voice had before.
"Badly." Jager added emotionlessly before leaving. His words caught the humans' ears and almost all of them left. All except for Rabe and Kaei. Few other vampires were even in the room, considering the time. It had to have been 2 in the afternoon.
"How could you not feed for this long?" Kaei asked me as she set a glass of cold blood next to me. I grabbed the glass and drank the blood in a split second. Luckily enough it was witch blood. But how had they gotten.....
"Single Earth witch insisted that I keep this for emergency." Rabe's voice sounded like a message from God.
"We better back off," Kaei warned Rabe as I turned around to look at them, my vision better. But there was no doubt that I needed to feed. And the bloodlust had hit me twice as bad as it normally would have since I had killed my last prey. "He still needs blood. The witch blood just got his mind thinking coherant sentences."
"But couldnt we ju-" My instincts had seen the first human and had attacked. I had her slender body in my arms before Kaei could blink. My lips kissed her neck and just as I was going to bite down, I threw Rabe to Kaei and fell to my knees, my fingers entangled into my hair.
I had almost hurt the most precious thing to me. I began crying in anger. My crying did not make a sound, it never did. "Let's back off," Kaei repeated, but this time her sympathy was to me. She had seen many vampires fight the bloodlust that wracked their bodies. I heard them take a few steps back, and I heard Rabe draw her knife. My heart sank. But I did not blame her. After all, I had almost fed off of her.
Before I could actually think of where I was going, I had brought myself to the bash house, to the livingroom where the dead girl had layed before. My body was wracked with another sob and I let it go.
"My little Artist," came a smooth voice that matched the cold silky touch that slid down my cheek. I knew it was not Kendra, I knew that the moment that my lips touched her neck. My fangs pierced her skin and a moment later I was lost in the taste. I just heard Rayne's voice as I drifted off asleep once more,"Your picture of me is stunning, Cairbre."