Chapter 1: Hear My Call
It was like a faint drum beating, resonating – in his ears. A pulse – no – a calling. It was time.
Succumbing to a deep thirty year slumber that was on the brink of its ending, the red Queen stirred within the safe confines of her cocoon. Her limp arms throbbed painfully, lifting them for the first time in three decades. As she bathed in the warmth of the soft white web, she tore through the delicate threads with what little strength she had. The struggle was over, her muscles already sore from the escape. She fell to the stones of the tomb, the cool, jagged surface against her nude body sending chills up her spine. Her raven black hair cascaded down and pooled around her bare figure.
The luminous light of the moon fell upon her like a spotlight from the opening of the tomb. The stimulating glow reflected off her maroon eyes as they adjusted to the light. Suddenly, the light went out. Mildly confused, she cocked her head to the side.
It was only until her eyes adjusted that she realized the moon was being blocked by something, a mere shadow in its presence. The tall figure was a handsome man with alluring slate eyes and long dark locks tousled by the midnight breeze.
Just then, an indescribable burning sensation grazed the inside of her throat. Thirst. Gazing up at the man, her eye color morphed into a brilliant hue of red. He noticed this and was quick to kneel down at her side.
His slender fingers unfastened the top buttons of his white shirt and tugged down the collar. He held her close, allowing her unclothed body to press against his. Feeling her hot breaths heat the flesh of his neck, he readied himself for the impact. Slowly and with a pinch, two sharp fangs imbedded themselves in his skin, diving into the warmth of his veins. Savoring the rusty taste of the liquid, she drank until satisfied, unaware of how little or how much she was ingesting.
She stopped.
A series of images paraded through her mind, in any particular order, she wasn't sure. Once the barrage of scenes ended it all made sense. They were memories – her memories.
The man pulled away from her, buttoning up his shirt again. He gazed into the glazed, bloody red orbs, watching as their typical maroon colored over them.
"H…Ha…Haji…" she stammered in a hoarse voice, evidently unused for very long time. Her eyes widened, lit with surprise. "Haji!"
Her petite body tackled his to the ground of the tomb in a bear hug. As she lay on top of her Chevalier, he encircled her in his rigid arms and felt the tears that streamed down her cheeks trickle down his neck.
No words were exchanged beyond that point. They were simply enjoying each other's presence and being in each other's arms. That was enough for them.
They lay like that for quite some time, an hour or so past midnight. Haji realized she was now sleeping and their reunion was over. Standing up, he walked outside, careful not to wake her, and basked in the moonlight for a moment longer. His eyes remained on her angelic face. In an unconscious state, her lips moved leisurely, communicating something that caught his attention.
He focused on them as she mouthed the words, "I love you."
A soft smile was brought to his lips.
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A/N: Sorry it's short, I'll be sure to write more soon.