Title: My Immortal
By: XxTHEemoVAMPIREfreakxX
Dear Readers,
…Hi! FORGIVE THE OOCNESS….or Panic! At the disco will swarm you… with Fall out boy…
Sincerely,
-Arra
I DON'T OWN IT!
WARNING: The following chapter has a lot of kissing… and make out scenes… so just a heads up for people who are… I dunno squeamish or shy… I know I am so like yeah…
Chapter 20
It was night time outside, and the sky was clear, unlike what it had been for a few nights. The quarter moon gave off what light it could to give those nocturnal, lights to see. Proxime was walking along the stream quietly; staring at the contents quietly. Aimee was in the van with Darren and Evra, probably watching TV or playing video games. There was a serene silence among the forest and river that night, which Proxime enjoyed. She sat down next to the stream and stuck her hand in it; she closed her eyes, and imagined calming images running through her mind. But no matter how much she tried to sooth the pain in her heart, it wouldn't calm. She pulled her hand out and stared down sadly, with a few tears falling down her face. "It's not fair." She whispered quietly, choking back tears as she stared at her reflection in the water. "I know it's not…" came the soft voice of Larten Crepsley. She felt a pair of arms encircle her and a chin on her head. "Larten, let me go…" she whispered, stifling the sobs building in the back of her throat.
She felt him shake his head. "Proxime I know you have feelings for me. I know you do. Why do you push them aside like this?" he asked quietly. "You know why I do, to save us, to save the clan." Proxime whispered, the tears fell down her face gently. He wiped them away with the ball of his thumb and sat down on the ground, pulling her onto his lap. He stroked her head gently. "Yes, I do know… but that doesn't mean that you have to ignore me…" he whispered gently. She nods. "Y-Yes, yes it does." She sobbed. "I can't help myself sometimes." She sobbed. "We haven't been together in so long… so I want to take up as much time as possible with you but I don't trust myself… I know I'll do something that we'll both regret." She whispered shakily. "Like what?" he whispered, his arm drifting down to wrap itself around her waist gently, and tightening gently waiting for a response. She leaned back gently. "You know what…" She whispered, calming slowly. "No I don't…will you show me?" he whispered into her ear gently, breathing gently on her neck. She shivered.
"…Like making love to you…" she whispered, as her eyes flicked down. He was silent, and his arm loosened ever so slightly. "That still gives you no excuse for ignoring me… you know I can't live without you." He whispered softly. "I-I know." She whispered, closing her eyes. She relaxed into his arms, calming down slowly. They sat there for a while, sitting, never moving, never talking… like frozen in time. The stillness was broken when Larten bent his head down and brushed his lips against hers. She froze instantly. "Larten…we can't…do this again." She whispered. His lips begged to differ as he trailed kisses along every inch of her face. "I won't be able to stop myself again…" she whispered. She shivered and closed her eyes as he kissed her neck; he nibbled lightly and paused every now and again to suckle her neck lightly. "Larten promise me…" she whispered. "P-promise me you won't take it too far." She whispered quietly. "I'll let you do as you want to… and I'll let some of my self control go, but promise me it won't go as far…" she whispered sitting up and nuzzling his ear lightly.
"I promise I won't take it that far." He promised pulling her closer. He tilted her head so that her neck was exposed. He trailed kisses from her ear, down to her neck, and suckled gently, pausing briefly to nibble every once in a while. She pulled his head up gently and his attention broke away from her neck as she kissed him on the lips fully. She slid a hand into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss further. He made a soft growl of satisfaction in the back of his throat as their tongues clashed together in the war of "who gets to explore whose mouth". He was the one to win the war, and explored eagerly, rekindling the memory of what her mouth tasted like, what it felt like. She pulled away gently, and looked up into his eyes, a faint smile on her lips. He put a hand gently on her cheek and stroked softly with his thumb. "I love you… Proxime…" he whispered softly. He kissed her forehead, she smiled. "I love you too Larten." She said. He stood up and picked her up, carrying her bridal style.
"Come on, let's go." He said. "Where?" she asked, for a second she looked worried. He chuckled. "I made a promise… I just don't want to let you out of my arms." He said. He walked toward her caravan, Proxime opened the door lightly to discover Darren, Aimee, and Evra had all fallen asleep again. The TV blared lightly. Larten picked her up once more and made his way to her room, where he lay her down and pulled the covers over her. The sun outside was peeking over the horizon, and he pulled the black shade down over the window, and crawled into bed with Proxime, who reacted instantly, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kicked off his shoes, and pulled her close, nestling into her hair. He lay still, listening to the sound of her light, frail breathing, and growing steadier by the minute as she began to fall asleep. He eventually dozed himself, falling into one of the most peaceful slumbers he'd ever had.