Reviewer responses:
Emba: Thanks for the review; I'm glad you liked the first chapter :). Ja, I will definitely go into more detail about Sade's past (including his death), I will be incorporating it into the present story line, just like I have done so in this chapter. Hopefully it isn't too confusing. Thanks for reading!
Incarnated-Soul: Hahaha, although I am known for my lack of dependability concerning anything, I know I will not abandon this story. I think I love it too much :P. More will be revealed about Sade and Char's relationship and such as the story goes along, as you will see in this chapter I'm incorporating the past into the present. Thankyou!
Galahad Cat: LOL!!! Oh my god, I cannot tell you how much of a wild goose chase I went on to correct my mistake! Because you put "stakes in the panty" (I'm very familiar myself with typos, so no worries) and so I'm absolutely horrified that I could write such a thing and search and search the chapter for it…that is until I realise. Lol! Oh god. But anyway, thankyou so much for pointing out my mistakes, it was very much appreciated. Thanks for reading and reviewing! Haha, and thanks for recommending my story to Emba too, I feel so special :)
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Summery: She is left to a life without her soulmate. She is left to a life with the Nightworld. She is left to a life as a hunted human. She is left to a life, only dreams of her soulmate to sustain her. Can she survive the darkness?
"Her dark blue eyes, they blinked and gained a glazed focus that despite its mystery, seemed to penetrate him…"
Life Rewritten – The past, it haunts.
6 months earlier:
His dark brown hair was still messy and out of an undefined place, his dark green eyes still reminded her of the dimensions of a cut emerald, and the comforting sense of knowing his presence was just as noticeable, just as treasured. Closing in the space between them, she hugged him tightly and whispered happy birthday into his ear. It seemed a part of normalcy to Char, to kiss a close friend's cheek, especially so on their birthday. But as her lips connected with the smoothness of Sade's skin, all sense of normalcy was eradicated as she jumped back at the physical shock of what felt like fireworks exploding on her lips, within her chest. It was the same feeling she got when a noise ripped her from falling into peaceful sleep, the kind you expected from something so specific, abnormal, something slightly dangerous.
Not a kiss.
The shock which widened Char's eyes desperately sought a similar reaction from Sade as he nonchalantly stood there, his head curiously tilted to the side, his expression blank as though an explosion of a catastrophic kind had not just occurred.
"Is ah, is something wrong?" he asked, the smile pulling at his lips suggesting all was ordinary, with him at least.
She regained control of her mouth before it could drop and make a most comic hole in Roz's and Seb's perfectly polished oak floorboards, instead vying for a casual and hopefully sane shrug of the shoulders. "No, nothing's wrong…"
"Good," Sade replied, turning and walking towards the doorway.
"Apparently."
He couldn't help but waver and stop after her softly spoken word, hearing it so clearly despite its whispered form. But before he cold turn, before he could begin a potential tragedy of the sweetest kind, he pictured her again; lifeless, bloodless. Gone.
He could suddenly walk again.
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The present:
Char was in her room trying to tidy it up, make it a fraction more liveable when Seb poked his shaved head around the door. "Hey, can I come in?"
"Enter at your own risk," she answered darkly around a hat, one she wasn't sure was supposed to have blotches of green.
"Why, are you going to try futilely to hurt me?"
"No, but that suspiciously fuzzy cup of tea over there might."
"Attractive."
Throwing the mystery hat in the general area of 'never to be touched, ingested or worn again' Char finally smiled up at her friend, into his warm brown eyes. "Yes, that seems to be the majority's opinion."
Seb cautiously entered the room, taking the route towards the bed farthest away from the cup of tea in question. After successfully dodging all obstacles, he threw himself down onto the unmade destination, its white sheets madly arranged.
He was staring at Char with an expression disturbingly void of emotion, an unnerving trait him and his twin, Roz, shared and one which had recently never failed to make her squirm. "You're looking at me like that again," she stated mildly, directing her eyes towards the open windows so she didn't have to meet his vacant umber gaze.
Her words initiated a familiar but saddening silence, the vampire and the human speechless in their differences and their perceptions. "How come," Seb started coldly, "you could accept Sade when he told you the truth, but now, when it counts the most you can't even look me in the eye? Sade wasn't any less of a killer than me, or any closer to human."
With tears welling in her eyes, anger welling within her heart, she kept her head turned away from one of her closest friends, wishing all the flaws that made her weak a death quite permanent and sudden. "I'm sorry."
Silence again filled in the gaps as a tear burned down her cheek, and she kept her gaze away from Seb so he didn't see her. It wouldn't be as bad, she thought as her watery vision blurred the mess on her floor, if Roz and Seb weren't so strong, if i weren't so cut from my life exploding so unexpectedly.
"I know you're crying."
"Shut up, I'm not."
"Oh you are so. You're cute when you cry though, you shouldn't hide it."
Char sniffed and faintly smiled, her vision slowly clearing. "You suck."
"Am I the only one seeing the irony in that statement?" Seb drawled, eyeing Char carefully to gauge her reaction. Her face was still turned away from him but he could sense she was tense, though there was no fear.
"No, you're not."
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5 months earlier:
It glistened in the sunlight; a perfect drop of liquid dancing hesitantly on his tip, so fragile, so red. And then she looked up into his eyes, unwilling to allow herself to speak, fearing herself more then him in a moment she knew would create her future. Their future. She saw emotion filling his dark dimensions which were usually empty, the sadness, the exhaustion, the tenderness which took its mysterious place. Char did not fear Sade as he closed his mouth to hide his truth, she didn't flinch as he raised his hand to gingerly touch just beneath the punctures, which for the first time blemished her suddenly fragile neck. Her entire body felt as though it had collapsed in on itself, and she was glad of the soft green grass she was kneeling on, glad of its stability, that she could rely on it not to let her fall. It's times like these, she thought as Sade dropped his hand, his kneeling position mirroring her own only inches away, that i wished there were a guide book: what to do when a vampire's your soulmate.
He took her hands in his, both of their hands warming instantly at connection. "Say something."
Her gaze was blank, unseeing, and for a moment he was afraid he had taken too much blood. But her dark blue eyes, they blinked and gained a glazed focus that despite its mystery, seemed to penetrate him. Again he felt as though she were searching him, as though she were trying to find something in him that she thought should be there, but couldn't find, couldn't detect. She would probably never find it.
She broke their gaze and looked down at his pale hands holding her own, thinking they looked so perfect together, thinking that maybe her hands were made to be in his. "I don't want to lose you."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Even if I get up and walk away right now, this very moment, without looking back, and tomorrow I look at you as though it were yesterday, I wouldn't lose you?"
He looked at her as she focused on their hands, as though they were the only things keeping her sane. "Would I lose you?"
"No," she murmured, feeling weak and uneasy.
When she looked up at him again, her face the picture of torment, he couldn't help but feel it was the biggest mistake of his life as his lips found hers to kiss, determined not to let her walk away. An even bigger one when it felt as though he was dissolving into her, knowing that he was hers.
Her knowing that she was his.
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The present:
"Damon."
"Monty Python."
"Hitler."
"Stalin."
"Fat man on nude bea-"
"Huh?" Char blinked herself out of her reverie as Roz and Seb recited the names of the people whom they thought had shaped the 20th century. Roz had entered Char's room and was making as though she wasn't polluting it by blowing her cigarette smoke out the open window.
"Oh, so she finally decides to enter the conversation," Seb began, still lying nonchalantly on her bed. "By the way, your lack of eloquence is truly an inspiration."
"That's hardly how you talk to a lady, brother dear," Roz interjected, looking inquiringly at her cigarette. "Now be good and go get me an ashtray."
Char glared at Seb, resentfully aware of the smoke which was wafting its way into her lungs. "I have eloquence, it's just very subtle."
He raised an eye brow and her glare increased. "Since when has subtlety been a virtue? If Marilyn Monroe had been subtle, Playboy wouldn't be the magazine under the mattress."
"And the fact that Marilyn Monroe committed suicide means nothing to you?
"Precisely."
"Hey, Voice Of Stupidity!" Roz barked, throwing her cigarette out the window. "Didn't I tell you to get me an ashtray?"
"No," Voice Of Stupidity countered mildly.
Roz just sat there and blinked blankly, her brother casually eying her. "Brother, I officially disown you."
"And, former sister, I shall mourn the pain in my ass."
Char sat there and sighed, bored with their usual disowning routine. "You both suck."
Roz laughed as Char inwardly groaned; voice of stupidity indeed. "Pffft, and you said she wasn't eloquent," Roz smirked, turning her head to look out the window.
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5 months earlier:
Both of their eyes were smouldering as though about to burst into flame, their usually playful umber gazes becoming decided dark and ominous. Sade sat there under the scrutiny of Roz and Seb, both looking as though they wanted to skew him numerous times with tooth picks of mass proportions.
"You realise what you've done," Roz began, her voice laced ice. "We've talked about this before, and we agreed, we agreed that we wouldn't bring her into this."
"I know."
Seb blinked. "Yes you did know. Did you also know she would die if she was?"
"She's not going to die."
"Yeah well see the thing is," Roz started. "This isn't 'The Wizard of Oz', you aren't Dorothy and Char isn't her fucking dog. The fact here is that you may have just killed my best friend. Does she know about the Nightworld?"
"No."
"Seb and I?"
"No."
Roz searched his eyes, looking for some truth or any shred of emotion. But he was blank, unpredictable, just like the situation at hand. "If she dies, and it's because of you, I'll kill you."
Sade stood and reached into his jeans' pocket for his keys, staring down into Roz's burning eyes. "If she dies, and it's because of me, I'll kill myself."
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