"Brianna?" The voice came out of nowhere, roused her from sleep - she'd
tried so desperately to stay awake during the day today, an attempt to bring life back into her veins, a single reminder that she could walk in the sun, that she could walk amongst the creatures of the daylight, of the
humanity she had once lived in without question.
She knew better now, but it was nice to dream.
But those honey brown eyes opened slowly, lashes flickering against pale
skin as she adjusted again to the darkness, and there was a moment -
She couldn't see anything.
A dizzying feeling washed over her, and petite-boned hands reached out for
something, someone...
Fingers touched cold flesh, and she panicked.
The feeling hadn't fallen away yet, and there was someone so close...
She was so incredibly dizzy...
It was hours later when she felt anything else.
-*-
He'd been kept away from her, kept in a scuffle that made immortal blood boil in his veins, a stabbing fear at his conscience.
A fear fully realized. After he looked the one who had been at one time his lord and master in the face, as blows were exchanged - the fight had gone on far longer than he could have expected, but there had been time that had passed.
Time for one to improve on fighting skills for this very reason. Time - to taunt the beast that boiled under the reformed one's thoughts, the carefully constructed mortality that had been set up like the most delicate card house, a castle over a blackened soul.
But something there - drove the fight on.
His brother was nowhere to be found.
"Where...is...he..." A growl tinted his words aggressively, and Edge ducked, narrowly missing a blow. "Do I have to ask what..."
"He's perfectly fine. Simply getting dinner. A very...rare dinner."
The musing in the words answered fears. The torment that flared in his mind.
Somehow, he could feel her strength fading, a shattering loss...
He didn't have time to fight now. Couldn't. Another blow, and a hasty retreat, steps preternaturally swift, darting through the streets, losing himself in the maze more than once in his panic -
No notice was paid to horrified passerby, having seen him has he truly was - the fury would not subside until he found her, and knew he was safe.
Steps pounded on pavement, the apartment door making a sick crack as it was swung open -
More footsteps, the sound deafening in his ears...
The door to the apartment was open.
His home. His haven. The place where his one hope of humanity had rested peacefully in the faint traces of moonlight.
There was no sound as he ran to the bedroom.
She lay still, blood seeping from two familiar puncture wounds.
Those of his kind.
Panic had no wars claiming him, at least for the moment.
tried so desperately to stay awake during the day today, an attempt to bring life back into her veins, a single reminder that she could walk in the sun, that she could walk amongst the creatures of the daylight, of the
humanity she had once lived in without question.
She knew better now, but it was nice to dream.
But those honey brown eyes opened slowly, lashes flickering against pale
skin as she adjusted again to the darkness, and there was a moment -
She couldn't see anything.
A dizzying feeling washed over her, and petite-boned hands reached out for
something, someone...
Fingers touched cold flesh, and she panicked.
The feeling hadn't fallen away yet, and there was someone so close...
She was so incredibly dizzy...
It was hours later when she felt anything else.
-*-
He'd been kept away from her, kept in a scuffle that made immortal blood boil in his veins, a stabbing fear at his conscience.
A fear fully realized. After he looked the one who had been at one time his lord and master in the face, as blows were exchanged - the fight had gone on far longer than he could have expected, but there had been time that had passed.
Time for one to improve on fighting skills for this very reason. Time - to taunt the beast that boiled under the reformed one's thoughts, the carefully constructed mortality that had been set up like the most delicate card house, a castle over a blackened soul.
But something there - drove the fight on.
His brother was nowhere to be found.
"Where...is...he..." A growl tinted his words aggressively, and Edge ducked, narrowly missing a blow. "Do I have to ask what..."
"He's perfectly fine. Simply getting dinner. A very...rare dinner."
The musing in the words answered fears. The torment that flared in his mind.
Somehow, he could feel her strength fading, a shattering loss...
He didn't have time to fight now. Couldn't. Another blow, and a hasty retreat, steps preternaturally swift, darting through the streets, losing himself in the maze more than once in his panic -
No notice was paid to horrified passerby, having seen him has he truly was - the fury would not subside until he found her, and knew he was safe.
Steps pounded on pavement, the apartment door making a sick crack as it was swung open -
More footsteps, the sound deafening in his ears...
The door to the apartment was open.
His home. His haven. The place where his one hope of humanity had rested peacefully in the faint traces of moonlight.
There was no sound as he ran to the bedroom.
She lay still, blood seeping from two familiar puncture wounds.
Those of his kind.
Panic had no wars claiming him, at least for the moment.