Blood and Tears
A searing pain in his shoulder. An echoing scream in his head. A sudden flare of an aura. Tears. Tears. Tears, blood and tears. Tears and blood and confusion and blood and hurt and tears. Lost. Confused. Call me and I will come. Call my name.
"Fanta." He said, fangs clenched together against the pain. Can't breathe from the pain. Mustn't breathe the pure, raw power that swirled around him in a vortex of pain.
Her eyes open. Red. Red. Red. Blood and tears.
"Call my name."
"Avalon."
"Call my name."
"Shine-hặe."
"CALL MY NAME."
"Immortal Beloved." Barely above a whisper now.
"CALL MY NAME."
"Twilight."
"Call my name."
"Aria."
"Call."
"Kagome."
The lives they had.
The lives they would have.
The identities she would wear in the eternities to come.
The ones she had worn.
They had played this out before, this endless role.
Undying love.
He always found her.
He always loved her.
Blood, tears, sweat, hurt. He paid it like it was as endless as the ocean.
She screams.
A seemingly never ending dance.
Seven loves.
Seven names.
Endless power.
Endless love.
This was their seventh dance.
The seventh chance.
The last.
Soulmates.
A curse.
And a blessing.
This is the last.
Then they will be placed among the stars.
To dance the dance forever.
And ever.
And ever.
No more price to pay.
No more tears to shed.
No more blood to loose.
No more hurt to feel.
In the sky forever.
To be loved forever would be a very great thing.
The red becomes blue.
The power disappeared into her body.
The hair settled around her head in a halo of red and silver.
The screaming stops.
There is hope.
The last sliver of light slips over the horizon.
She inhales the first breath of night air.
She collapses, already asleep.
Her pale skin, now, porcelain.
Her dark raven hair, now silver with the bloody streaks in them and tipped black.
Her previously unmarred skin, striped as a demons' and with archaic markings scattered across her body. He was sure that he knew once what they meant, but it was slipping away from him just as the sun had slipped through the fingers of the horizon only a moment before.
She stirs.
He moves towards her.
She rises.
They raise their hands to touch the half moon, identical, on the other's forhead.
She could barely feel his two fingers on her skin.
Her eyes slid back into her head and her knees buckled and she collapsed.
His eyes closed and the world went out into blackness.
"When they wake they will know not," the wind whispers to the sky.
"That is the way that he would want it," says the ancient moon.
The wind sighs through the primeval trees.
The moon continues her journey through the velvet sky.
No one is around but the animals and the gods and the demons in the clearing.
Time is suspended.
For now, all is still.
Wow, I have a lot of free time on my hands. I actually typed up two of these in a day and a half! I hope the spacing is fixed for this…. I hope .
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