Heartache every moment

Yes I have decided to go on. Why? Well because I want to, that's why. So this next installment is from HIM sung by the delectable Ville Valo and is known as Heartache Every Moment, a favourite of mine.

The moment his lips pressed hers Dracula felt the desire that had been kept caged within him for so long break free. For two thousand years he had been prisoner, condemned, betrayer, and now here was his salvation, granting him the kiss of life with the hesitation of a frail butterfly…his frail butterfly. Like a vicious animal his tongue forced her mouth open, holding her firmly as she gave a frightened whimper between her uncertain, yet willing lips.

From lashes to ashes
And from lust to dust

He wanted more of her, every inch of her glorious skin that had been made for him. His weight bore down on her as he tried to lower her to the floor. Once she lost her steady footing, Mary began to panic. She struggled and pulled away from his hungry embrace and stared at him in fear, "No," she whispered, "No, I'm safe here, not here,"

In your sweetest torment
I'm lost
And no Heaven can help us

"Mary," his voice was chiding, almost the tone one would take with a small child, "You have no need to be afraid of me," he took a step closer as she shrank back, "I offer you everything,"

"I'm not insane," she begged, "This isn't happening, I don't want to be insane," his finger touching her trembling lips cut her off.

"Insane Mary?" he asked, "No, I can assure you, you are not insane, I know what you see, your visions are not ravings, they are memories, feelings," his arms closed around her, burying his face somewhere between the softness of her hair and the delectable sweetness of her neck, "It will end Mary," he stroked her back comfortingly, "I promise you it will end, but only if you trust me,"

Mary curled her fingers around his black jacket, weeping into his chest, "Please," was all she could choke out, "Please,"

Ready willing and able
To loose it all
For a kiss so fatal and so warm

"Tilt your head back Mary," he whispered, passing a hand over her brow. She complied, falling back against him and baring her throat, trusting him. He took a deep breath and leaned in close to her throat, lips pulled back as his long white fangs slid downwards, he hesitated a moment over her pale skin, looking at her yielding face, utterly surrendered to him, "Love me," he whispered, then lowered his kiss to her throat. His fangs touched her warm skin, then pierced down to puncture her neck in the most tender of caresses. Blood welled and beaded around his teeth, drawn up through the hollow cavities within to flood into his mouth, Mary moaned at the sharp pain and dull draining sensation as Dracula swallowed against her neck.

It's heartache every moment
From the start till the end

He could taste himself in her, the blood of his own veins flowing through hers, changing her unalterably to become his.

It's heartache every moment with you
Deeper into our heavenly suffering
Our fragile souls are falling

She saw the cross, the coins, the sufferance, the rope that snapped. She felt cool silk on her skin and found herself naked in the embrace of Dracula, wound in white sheets as she took the blood from his veins. Before had been impure, filtered through the common blood of her father, tainted and changed, this blood was fire.

It's heartache every moment with you

She would never see the sun again, she was condemned to night, forced to walk eternal darkness beside her prince. Mary sensed what this would cost her, already it broke her heart, yet here with his blood was her place. From the moment of her conception her path had been set, it was only now she had finally found it.

We sense the danger
But don't want to give up

Mary opened her eyes and looked about her, "I understand now," she murmured, her eyes fell on Dracula, whose face broke into a smile.

"Beloved,"

"Judas."

Dracula winced, "Why this first name Mary? When there are so many more?"

Mary took his face in her small hands, forcing him to lock eyes with her, the blood in her veins already growing stronger and granting her strength, "Judas," she said firmly, and she smiled.

There's no smile of an angel without the wrath of God...

So...good? Average? Overcliche'd? (arent all these cliched?) Any suggestions for a song on Jealousy? Because all I can think of now is Mr Brightside which isnt precisely what I need.

Cheers