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Chapter 5

Sunde looked back at Erin after a while. She smiled kind and beautiful.

"Well I'll be off now, he'll be back in a few minutes. Farewell." And with that she stood up and kissed Erin on the top of the head. Then she began to walk to the door.

"I don't think I know what love is. Or farther I can't seem to believe that anyone would or could ever love me; that anyone would ever want me," Erin whispered.

Sunde stopped in her tracks. She looked to the side. Erin continued.

"I've been alone most of my life, I don't think I could ever go back. I've never really been needed. I've just been kind of 'alive' for a time. To be happy again would be wonderful, but it seems… after everything that has happened, that I never will."

Sundevil walked to the door. Then turned to Erin and leaned against the doorframe.

"There comes a time in every ones life, love," Sunde said, "when we have to stop hoping for a better past."

Then she said, standing up straighter, "Someday someone will make you feel that way. His soul will lift up yours, and yours his. Everything about him will enchant you, and everything about you will captivate him. Things are especially hard right now, but…." she looked off, unseeingly over the top of Erin's head.

She was awed by the creature's pure wisdom, and Erin felt something with her words. A shift in the wind or something. She winked at Erin. "But I think things will work out," she said and walked out the door, disappearing into the shadows, the way only her kind could.

What am I supposed to make of that? Work out with what? Who? Huh? And with those thoughts, Erin just sat there.

Heath really had gone hunting, but he was troubled nonetheless. As he ran and ate his mind was racing faster. What was he going to do? What had he gotten himself into? Would he ever be free?

He looked up into the dark sky and saw the millions of crystals winking at him. They were playing with him; they had secrets to reveal. He wished upon one, asking it many things, but it kept its truths. All the little lights twinkled down on him, taunting his very soul. They spoke not but one thing to him; "When you let it" he heard them whisper. The wind blew. Something was coming.

Now, at that exact moment, Erin was at her window, wishing upon them all. The stars continued their game and silence. They spoke one thing to her as well; "One day" she heard them say to her.

If there was anything, normal and real about this world, Erin decided it was the sky. It was constant and always. And yet, as real as it was, and as much as it reminded her of home, it was so different here. There were even more stars and the sky spread as far as anyone could see. Though, Erin felt the same peace in dark heavens. A falling star streaked across the sky and she wished she could catch it. She was reminded why she was so in love with the sky, because it had promised her something more. And to think she'd been right that entire time. There really was more out there. Things untouched by the world she knew. She'd been right.

Heath ran home and he smiled when he saw Erin starring blissfully out the window. She is so beautiful, his mind said. He was shocked. His eyes widened and his still heart raced. What did I just say?

Erin saw him standing there and called to him. She giggled quietly at his confused expression. He chuckled and walked over to the window. He leaned against the window frame and looked into the sky. Then he turned slightly and looked at Erin.

"You like the stars, Erin?" Heath smiled to her.

"Love them," she smiled back.

"Hmmmm, well I bet you've never seen them like this." He held his right hand over his head and then spun it in a circle. He whispered something quietly to himself and then pulled his hand back down to his side.

Little lights filled the forest. Like millions of fireflies all summoned to one place. The forest was still dark but now candles flickered as far as Erin could see. The wood now glowed in the most beautiful way. She looked into the sky and saw nothing but the moon and forever navy.

"You… You… You brought the stars down from the sky!" Erin gasped. One was right outside her window and she reached out to touch it, quickly pulling her hand back because the star was a little ball of fire.

"That is… Wow, so amazing," she whispered. She smiled in delight. She looked at Heath who was starring at her with the oddest of looks. She blushed deeply and looked away, into the illuminated forest.

He kept his eyes on her and his heart called for something he didn't quite understand. She looked back at him and didn't look away. He turned fully to her. Her hand was resting on the windowsill and somehow his hand found hers. His hand moved along her arm to the upper part of her forearm. Some strange gravity began to pull them together. Closer. Closer. And closer until……..

A raccoon can out of its burrow and started screeching to Heath. He turned around and faced the animal. He spoke back to it and with a flip of his wrist the stars were in their rightful place, hanging in the sky. Then the little creature scurried back into its home.

"What did it say?" Erin asked him, startled just a bit.

"He said 'Who do you think you are! Put those back, my family can't sleep!'" Heath said turning back. He tried to chuckle, but the sound was hollow. "Well, I'm glad you liked the stars. I should probably be coming in now, huh."

"Yeah, ha I guess," she tried chuckling back and it didn't work for her either.

He entered and Erin sat down on her mat. She started, restlessly, playing with a loose string from the blanket.

"Erin?"

She'd been listening closely for his voice for a reason she wasn't sure of. When she heard it she looked up immediately, though. "Yes?" she answered breathlessly.

"Goodnight," he wished her, looking her in the eye.

"Sweet dreams," she muttered back. Then she realized that was probably the wrong thing to say for Heath frowned. She closed her eyes, Good going, dipstick, she thought guiltily. She opened her eyes and he was looking down at the floor.

"I'm… sorry Heath," she whispered to him.

He shook his head, "No, no its fine," he paused and inhaled deeply. "I suppose I should tell you."

"Not if you don't want to. If you're uncomfortable with it I will go to bed and shut up," she promised him.

He chuckled sadly, looking into her eyes now. "No, you need to know." She bit her lip and he began his dream.

"Well, in the beginning of the dream things from my past flash before my eyes, tragic moments I am forced to relive. Then I'm in a field, a vast, beautiful, green meadow. And I'm fighting her, the woman chasing us. And I hate her. More than I have ever hated anyone. Rage pulses throw my veins as my sword clashes with hers," he said. He'd said all of this while looking away from Erin, but as he said this last part he looked her in the eye. "Then"- Heath was whispering- "I pull away from her. She disappears and I turn the blade on myself. I want so bad to be over. To be finished. And as hard and I push the sword, I never break skin. And at this moment, there is nothing I hate more than myself. Then, I wake up. I have it ever time I sleep, and that is why I choose not to sleep much." His eyes threatened to overflow but he kept a steady fight. Erin, however, had tears pooling fast down her face.

He couldn't look at her anymore, it hurt him more than he already was hurting. He looked up, in hopes to stop the tears.

"I mean, I guess is symbolic or something." His voice shook and cracked, but he was persistent. "I'll never be gone. I'll always be here and nothing can stop me. Not even my own sword." He put his face in his hand and gave into his woe. The moments passed on and on.

"And she hates me for what I did and I hate me for what I did! And… And I'm here, forever, alone," he sobbed, looking at Erin. Something in him longed to see her face. Is she going to say anything, he thought. She's so probably confused…

Erin was looking down, trying to collect her thoughts. This was terrible. This was so utterly terrible. Here she'd thought he was completely strong, and at times, almost heartless. But now? What a horrid thing his heart went though. She almost couldn't bare it. She couldn't think of anything to say. But when she heard him say he was 'alone' her head snapped up to his. She had something, finally, to say.

"Not alone, Heath. You are never alone." She crawled over to him, dragging her blanket and pillow with her. She stopped beside him and took his hand. She held the vampire's cold hand tightly between her two. "I will be with you, Heath."

His mind said it again; She is so beautiful. And he didn't deny it this time. She was. And not just physically, she was stunning on the inside as well. Even if she didn't know all there was to know about him, she didn't care. She'd stay with him and that's what his empty heart needed.

They slept side-by-side that night, not touching but close. He woke up in the middle of the night and the very first thing he saw was her face. The moonlight from the window behind him reflected off her features and she looked breath taking. His heart did that achy thing again; he longed to touch her so bad. He'd felt these before, for Erin, but never this strong. Yet, he wouldn't allow himself to make any move at all. She was peacefully lost in dreams and he'd leave her there. He wouldn't burden her anymore, either. The look on her face when he told about his own dreams had been too much for him to bear. He couldn't do this to her. He wouldn't allow himself anymore.

But, hadn't she said she would be there for him? That he was never alone?

Heath wrestled all night long and came to no conclusion. Only that he was loosing his mind.

Dawn came and a new sun rose. Erin woke up and squinted in the brightness. She heard a low chuckle and she laughed herself.

"Sleep well?" Heath asked her.

"Fine, you?"

"Yeah, it was fine." He made no acknowledgment about his watching her sleep.

He was sitting, Indian style, leaning against the wall. Erin stood up and stretched, turning away from him. She looked out the window and remembered yesterday.

"So…uh about what happened yesterday," she murmured softly.

Heath swore his cold heart beat as she spoke. What was he to say? "About the stars?" he answered, dumbly.

"Uh, yeah! Yeah that also…" She turned to him. "How did you do that?" The awe was still as strong as last night.

"It's a simple incantation of the elves. My father performed it once, when I was very young and I set out to learning it," he reflected. "It was new and beautiful and of course I wanted to be just like him." He smiled, but Erin was struck with a feeling of bittersweet ness.

"Wow," she smiled, "it was pretty amazing. Thank you for showing me." She looked away from him. She was slightly embarrassed, yet more so afraid. Afraid of what he would say after she said this, or what he would do. She said it anyway though. "But I was actually talking about what happened shortly after we got home from Sundevil's…."- he began shaking his hand and he covered his mouth- "You really frightened me Heath. What is going on?" She looked back at him now and she saw lines of pain etching themselves into his beautiful face.

"That fowl, fowl beast," he whispered with a voice that was almost inaudible. He was looking up, but not anywhere near Erin.

"Sundevil?" She was a little shocked.

"No," his voice shivered. "No, of course not. I was talking about…" He swallowed and clenched his jaw. He was having trouble keeping his anger in check, as well as his misery.

"I'm speaking of Daggerthea, a silver dragon from the north."

"What's so terrible about her that you would…" she hesitated, not wanting to offend him, "that you would break down the way you did?"

Heath clasped his hands together under his chin and tried inhaling more slowly. He waited many moments before looking up into Erin's deep, brown eyes. "Would you like to hear about the Teline family, Erin?" he whispered.

She sat down, never leaving his jade eyes. "Sure," she breathed, nervous.

"I must have been 8 or 9 when it happened…" Heath began his account.

Up until that cool fall night so many, many eons ago, his family had been content, warm, and loving. His mother was beautiful and kind and his father was strong, but forever gentle. Heath is, as you know, half elf, half vampire. It's strange because vampires cannot produce offspring. But in this extraordinary case of love between the races, there was just enough life in Abrum to bring to pass another inside Mia Glen.

And they were, very must so, in love. And when Heath came along, the passion only grew. But tragic things happen even in the most wonderful of places.

Heath was playing in the wood outside his home. His young mind was getting the best of him and he'd traveled far. This wouldn't be so terrible on a normal day, but today wasn't normal.

Abrum stood at the door breathing in the crisp, autumn air and taking in the beauty around him. He smiled peacefully, then he looked into the sky and his heart dropped. There she was, Daggerthea whose retched cry pierces the night air like dagger and killed any poor soul to hear it. He knew his son was far, and he knew his son was oblivious the horrific foe. Abrum ran with all his strength as Heath played on, unaware.

Abrum ran. And ran. His boy was in sight; maybe he could reach him in time. He was right behind his young vampire and at the exact moment the beast opened its mouth, Abrum threw his hands over Heath's small ears…


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