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Chapter VI: Disastrous outcome
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By the middle of the third act, Celes Victoria was leaning comfortably on Sol with her head resting on the crook of his neck and his arm around her
To some this would be romantic as Celes snuggled closer towards Sol who was relaxing to the music and trying not to get 'distracted' by Celes's lovely scent but failing miserably.
But to Celes Victoria, it's something more.
From time to time, she nudged at his neck as if to snuggle closer but the truth was she relished the scent of his blood from the vein in his neck. She could just picture his delicious blood flowing through the blood passage.
And there were instances that she actually tried to lick his neck as if she could taste his blood if she did. It took her a considerable amount of will power not to make a spectacle of herself and kiss his neck. And even greater amount of will power not to sink her fangs on his neck and drink his delicious blood.
Only the knowledge that he was there calmed her considerably and she was satisfied by just being close to him.
For now.
The last song had been sung and the last note had been played and the audience applauded when the curtains closed the stage. Celes felt a pang of disappointment when she looked at the cast as they bowed at the applauding audience.
But she really didn't care.
All she wanted was him. Strangely, in both ways.
"It's finished," Sol said softly almost cooing her. She took a last deep breath, smelling the hot flowing blood within him before she let her breath out in a long sigh before nodding.
She then, with great reluctance, sat straight up. But when she did, she felt that one of his hands were on her thigh, his thumb stroking her bare skin through the open slit of her dress. But when she looked at him, he had a sullen expression.
"You have a weapon with you?" he asked. Caught unaware, Celes looked at where he was stroking and found that he was tracing the outlines of her thigh holster.
"Just in case," she said making Sol very uncomfortable. He regarded her with such shock that it took her a few moments to figure out the reason for his behavior. When she did, she laughed.
"I have no intention to use it on you, so relax," she smiled as he visually did. He started to remove his hand on her thigh but held it gently in place with her hand. "As far as I'm concerned, you could continue on what you are doing." Under normal circumstances, she would have already slapped a person for touching her, but he was different.
And she was hungry.
She did not know what factor drove her to even consider taking his blood. At first it seemed like the latter but as she spent enough time with him, she found that it was more of the former.
In short, Sol had intrigued her beyond words and hunger.
As she tried to ignore her hunger for his blood, she could not ignore her hunger for his love.
Sighing, Celes looked at the theater's ceiling and almost shunned at the idea that she was falling for him.
It things were what they are used to, she would greatly consider him as a person she would grow old with.
But it was impossible now for she was a vampire and she will never grow old. And she knew he would. It would be unfair for him if she became a part of his life. A life where he would expect her to be with her until the end.
In a sense she could be with him until HIS end. But she would just go on living in pain and sorrow. She could not bear that. Nor she could bear the thought of living without him.
Racking her brain, she knew the only way to keep him with her forever. But she needed to dwell on it a little longer.
For this was not a decision to be made lightly. And she felt that she needed his permission to do so.
For the answer will affect their lives forever.
"Is there something wrong?" Sol asked, curious that his 'date' was silent.
"Nothing," Celes dismissed it easily. "What made you say that?" But Sol only smiled and shook his head. Standing, he stretched and offered his hand. Celes hid her doubts for a while and smiled as she took it and stood.
"You seemed to be in deep thought," he smiled as he took her hand. Immediately, she felt the heat that radiated from within him. It took her all she had for her not to satisfy both her hungers right there and then.
And that will was dwindling when he came closer and rested his forehead on hers.
"Very deep in thought," his voice was almost husky. And she did not resist when he bent for a kiss.
All her hesitation disappeared as she closed her eyes and felt him closer and she nearly lost it as she felt his breath on her smooth face. And she simply waited. When she didn't feel anything, she slowly opened her eyes only to find him looking nervously around.
"We're alone," she said as she tried to entice him back into that kiss. But the seriousness in his face erected all her defenses.
"Vampires," he said in a frown. "Lobby." Celes didn't ask how but reacted. She drew her weapon from its concealment.
Making their way towards the lobby, Celes could smell the blood of humans clearly as if she had drunk them herself.
If she weren't too distracted she would have noticed it earlier. Concentrating on the job at hand, they entered the lobby only to be met by a horrible sight.
Dozens of bodies littered the lobby but that was not what made Celes pause in shock. She was already used to the dead, her job made her see more grotesque images than this.
It was the way the bodies were dealt with which caused her to gasp.
All the bodies were stabbed in the head with a silver knife with holy wards on their foreheads.
Celes suddenly touched the scar on her neck for it throbbed as she heard those awful footsteps.
"Ashes to ashes," a deep voice taunted. Her pistol dropped from her trembling hands as she saw who came walking towards them.
"Dust to dust," twin silver swords gleamed as the tall silhouette neared them. His glasses reflected the light from the room. His blond hair was straight up as usual, and his sneer made Celes froze in freight.
"Amen," he said as he threw one of his blades towards her. Being a true vampire, COULD have dodged it but she was too petrified to think clearly.
The blade sailed through the air and struck flesh.
And blood had been spilled.
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end of 6
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A/n: please review. And thanks for those who did.
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Chapter VI: Disastrous outcome
.
By the middle of the third act, Celes Victoria was leaning comfortably on Sol with her head resting on the crook of his neck and his arm around her
To some this would be romantic as Celes snuggled closer towards Sol who was relaxing to the music and trying not to get 'distracted' by Celes's lovely scent but failing miserably.
But to Celes Victoria, it's something more.
From time to time, she nudged at his neck as if to snuggle closer but the truth was she relished the scent of his blood from the vein in his neck. She could just picture his delicious blood flowing through the blood passage.
And there were instances that she actually tried to lick his neck as if she could taste his blood if she did. It took her a considerable amount of will power not to make a spectacle of herself and kiss his neck. And even greater amount of will power not to sink her fangs on his neck and drink his delicious blood.
Only the knowledge that he was there calmed her considerably and she was satisfied by just being close to him.
For now.
The last song had been sung and the last note had been played and the audience applauded when the curtains closed the stage. Celes felt a pang of disappointment when she looked at the cast as they bowed at the applauding audience.
But she really didn't care.
All she wanted was him. Strangely, in both ways.
"It's finished," Sol said softly almost cooing her. She took a last deep breath, smelling the hot flowing blood within him before she let her breath out in a long sigh before nodding.
She then, with great reluctance, sat straight up. But when she did, she felt that one of his hands were on her thigh, his thumb stroking her bare skin through the open slit of her dress. But when she looked at him, he had a sullen expression.
"You have a weapon with you?" he asked. Caught unaware, Celes looked at where he was stroking and found that he was tracing the outlines of her thigh holster.
"Just in case," she said making Sol very uncomfortable. He regarded her with such shock that it took her a few moments to figure out the reason for his behavior. When she did, she laughed.
"I have no intention to use it on you, so relax," she smiled as he visually did. He started to remove his hand on her thigh but held it gently in place with her hand. "As far as I'm concerned, you could continue on what you are doing." Under normal circumstances, she would have already slapped a person for touching her, but he was different.
And she was hungry.
She did not know what factor drove her to even consider taking his blood. At first it seemed like the latter but as she spent enough time with him, she found that it was more of the former.
In short, Sol had intrigued her beyond words and hunger.
As she tried to ignore her hunger for his blood, she could not ignore her hunger for his love.
Sighing, Celes looked at the theater's ceiling and almost shunned at the idea that she was falling for him.
It things were what they are used to, she would greatly consider him as a person she would grow old with.
But it was impossible now for she was a vampire and she will never grow old. And she knew he would. It would be unfair for him if she became a part of his life. A life where he would expect her to be with her until the end.
In a sense she could be with him until HIS end. But she would just go on living in pain and sorrow. She could not bear that. Nor she could bear the thought of living without him.
Racking her brain, she knew the only way to keep him with her forever. But she needed to dwell on it a little longer.
For this was not a decision to be made lightly. And she felt that she needed his permission to do so.
For the answer will affect their lives forever.
"Is there something wrong?" Sol asked, curious that his 'date' was silent.
"Nothing," Celes dismissed it easily. "What made you say that?" But Sol only smiled and shook his head. Standing, he stretched and offered his hand. Celes hid her doubts for a while and smiled as she took it and stood.
"You seemed to be in deep thought," he smiled as he took her hand. Immediately, she felt the heat that radiated from within him. It took her all she had for her not to satisfy both her hungers right there and then.
And that will was dwindling when he came closer and rested his forehead on hers.
"Very deep in thought," his voice was almost husky. And she did not resist when he bent for a kiss.
All her hesitation disappeared as she closed her eyes and felt him closer and she nearly lost it as she felt his breath on her smooth face. And she simply waited. When she didn't feel anything, she slowly opened her eyes only to find him looking nervously around.
"We're alone," she said as she tried to entice him back into that kiss. But the seriousness in his face erected all her defenses.
"Vampires," he said in a frown. "Lobby." Celes didn't ask how but reacted. She drew her weapon from its concealment.
Making their way towards the lobby, Celes could smell the blood of humans clearly as if she had drunk them herself.
If she weren't too distracted she would have noticed it earlier. Concentrating on the job at hand, they entered the lobby only to be met by a horrible sight.
Dozens of bodies littered the lobby but that was not what made Celes pause in shock. She was already used to the dead, her job made her see more grotesque images than this.
It was the way the bodies were dealt with which caused her to gasp.
All the bodies were stabbed in the head with a silver knife with holy wards on their foreheads.
Celes suddenly touched the scar on her neck for it throbbed as she heard those awful footsteps.
"Ashes to ashes," a deep voice taunted. Her pistol dropped from her trembling hands as she saw who came walking towards them.
"Dust to dust," twin silver swords gleamed as the tall silhouette neared them. His glasses reflected the light from the room. His blond hair was straight up as usual, and his sneer made Celes froze in freight.
"Amen," he said as he threw one of his blades towards her. Being a true vampire, COULD have dodged it but she was too petrified to think clearly.
The blade sailed through the air and struck flesh.
And blood had been spilled.
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end of 6
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A/n: please review. And thanks for those who did.