Stopping Time, Chapter 2
Thump, Thump, Thump. Her heartbeat reverberated in her head, so loud that it was drowning out all other sound. She picked up her pace and started towards the door that was in front of her. As her fingers grasped the knob she felt a soft breath on the back of her neck.
"Where are you going?"
Gasping, she turned around, pressing her back against the door while gripping the knob tighter. However, no one was there, her room was empty and the curtains fluttered in the breeze. The shadows stayed still along the walls.
"Are you frightened dear one? I can see your heart beating. It echoes through your veins. Right here." A finger brushed along the side of her neck. Turning to her side she was face to face with the nameless exquisitely featured man. "There's nothing to be afraid of. You are safe with me. I would not destroy such perfection." His finger traced up her neck to her cheekbone and came across her eyebrow to the center of her forehead.
"What do you want?" Her voice quavered and she could feel the tears forming in her eyes.
"Relena, isn't it obvious I want you? You are the epitome of perfection. The absence of flaw. I desire such greatness."
"Nothings perfect." A lone tear slid down her cheek and he brushed it away.
"That's where you are wrong. There is perfection." He smiled and she jumped back, attempting to scream. However, no sound was emitted from her lips, just a strangled sob. His teeth glistened in the faint light, two fangs prominent in the front.
"What are you?"
"What else Relena? I'm what mortals would call a vampire." His mouth twisted in distaste. "I prefer immortals myself. Vampire is such a base word."
"There's no such thing as vampires. They are just myth. Fantasies that are told for entertainment."
"But we are real. What more proof do you need then what's in front of you?" He reached out to her but she stepped back further. "It is a wonderful life. I think you'd enjoy it. You'd have power Relena, enough to bring peace to the entire world, and the colonies."
"No," she whispered. "I will not, there is peace now. The people have obtained it for themselves."
"How long will it last if you defy me though? Think on that Relena." He turned around and gave her one last look over his shoulder before disappearing into the shadows.
Relena sat straight up in her bed. Her body tingled from the cold air and she drew her blankets up around her shoulders.
"Why do I keep having these dreams?" Moaning, she lay back down and looked at the clock. It was four-thirty in the morning. She would have to be up in another hour.
"I don't think I'd be able to go back to sleep anyway." She swung her feet over the side of the bed and walked over to where her robe was lying on the chair. Reaching for it her breath caught. There lying with it was a black rose, half the petals torn off and strewn all over the floor.
Quatre reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow. Bare to the waist he was practicing with his scythes. They arced up and down. From side to side, the motions so fast they were just blurs in the air. They made a small hum as they moved and it got oddly quiet in the room as he stopped.
Setting them down on the bench he walked over to the window to look outside. It was just turning to dawn and the sun was rising in a myriad of colors that streaked across the sky. A few clouds hung dark in the sky still, trying futilely to block out the sun's light.
Leaning his head against the windowpane he closed his eyes. It had been a week since he had left Hilde to her fate in the dark alley. A week and his departure had been largely unnoticed. Strange considering they didn't even think to tie his and Hilde's disappearance together. They wouldn't think to even link him to it though, or even that he would know anything about it. Just as well though, he could hide longer that way.
"Just what am I hiding from though." His words startled him. He had not meant to speak out loud. "I'm such a coward.
Leaving the window he gave a little jump as a piece of wood imbedded itself in his finger. He pulled it out and then watched as the blood welled up.
It was so very red, glistening fresh at the tip of his finger. He willed his hand down and clenched it into a fist. The blood was wet on his hand and he slowly made his way out of the room.
Well, I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this, so this is just a filler for now. I accept any comments and criticisms except those on my character pairings. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!