To C. You've always been there to kick my writers block in the ass and
help me out when I make mistakes. You always wanted this published, so
this is for you. The Faith Bit as you always called it. I hope it's
exactly as you remembered. Much love, Kaie.
Angel walked stiffly out of the shower, checking his hair for any remnants of demon slime. He hated today. It was like every day for the last five years. Go out, slay the evil, be triumphant, come home.still a vampire. The Shanshu was never coming. And he hated the idea more and more with every day.
It was so hard. Hard to admit that he missed them. That he missed that life. What he missed the most was feeling. Just feeling.them. Their laughter, their smiles. Their warmth despite the cold. It was hard to hold on to today, to the hope of tomorrow. With all the history that he hated to remember, he still missed them. It was hard to hold on, it was hard to let go. A double bladed sword.
It used to be so simple. Somewhere.somehow.something had changed. Good and bad were the same things. At least it was too hard to tell them apart in this town anyways. He had lived his unlife with a set of bold and defined lines. With every day that passed, that well defined line had become blurred.
Black and white, good and evil, right and wrong had blurred. Into today. Into yesterday. Into tomorrow. He was afraid that one day he would wake up and the world would be entirely gray. He would feel that everything in shades of gray, unseeing and uncaring. But the lies.
Oh, the lies gave it color, gave it life. The would be there shimmering and vibrant in the cold. Hew was afraid of that too. That one day everything would be cold. He took solace in the truth. What is truth? He never really figured out what truth was. It wasn't anything really, it was things. Truth was.the street signs, the first love, the girl next door. You could taste it's innocence in every sip of blood. Feel its power in the smiles of children. But it was too fragile to be left alone. So he would stay. He was the Protector.
Maybe today wasn't so bad. At least it was something besides the cold. It was nice.nice to feel something. Anything.Even if it hurt. At least.well, it was a start.
Fin.
Please review, I'd be much obliged.
Angel walked stiffly out of the shower, checking his hair for any remnants of demon slime. He hated today. It was like every day for the last five years. Go out, slay the evil, be triumphant, come home.still a vampire. The Shanshu was never coming. And he hated the idea more and more with every day.
It was so hard. Hard to admit that he missed them. That he missed that life. What he missed the most was feeling. Just feeling.them. Their laughter, their smiles. Their warmth despite the cold. It was hard to hold on to today, to the hope of tomorrow. With all the history that he hated to remember, he still missed them. It was hard to hold on, it was hard to let go. A double bladed sword.
It used to be so simple. Somewhere.somehow.something had changed. Good and bad were the same things. At least it was too hard to tell them apart in this town anyways. He had lived his unlife with a set of bold and defined lines. With every day that passed, that well defined line had become blurred.
Black and white, good and evil, right and wrong had blurred. Into today. Into yesterday. Into tomorrow. He was afraid that one day he would wake up and the world would be entirely gray. He would feel that everything in shades of gray, unseeing and uncaring. But the lies.
Oh, the lies gave it color, gave it life. The would be there shimmering and vibrant in the cold. Hew was afraid of that too. That one day everything would be cold. He took solace in the truth. What is truth? He never really figured out what truth was. It wasn't anything really, it was things. Truth was.the street signs, the first love, the girl next door. You could taste it's innocence in every sip of blood. Feel its power in the smiles of children. But it was too fragile to be left alone. So he would stay. He was the Protector.
Maybe today wasn't so bad. At least it was something besides the cold. It was nice.nice to feel something. Anything.Even if it hurt. At least.well, it was a start.
Fin.
Please review, I'd be much obliged.
