Chapter 12. Understanding is paved in the blood of the naïve.
Warnings, vamp fic, Au, Slash, Blood, Violence.
Disclaimer! I own this story but not Gravitation.
Thank you reviewers. This is another quick chapter so I can hurry up and keep writing more. Please enjoy.
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It is only after we lost everything that we are free to do anything.
The essence of this statement is so ridiculously close to being wrong, yet at the same time humiliatingly no farther than being true. It's only after we embraced the cold kiss of sin and life stripping fire that we realize there is nothing to gain. There's nothing to explore, there's nothing but the oblivious.
It's infuriating really, to discover this. After living your entire life enclosed in a box it is a great disappoint to realize there are just more boxes to suffocate you. Walls made of stone spring up from the grown like over grown weeds and threaten to crush with each breath that passes through your lips. This was what I found when I opened my newly sculpted eyes and marveled at the fact nothing really had changed. The transformation of me into something improbable.
By human law, the dead is not allowed to rise. By idiotic concepts, a corpse does not think or possess rational thought. By my sire's rule, I was forever to spend on the brink purgatory and question why thinks work the way they do. Hn, this was a task that I had already been doing long before I ever laid site on his ghostly features. An act that I will never cease to rid my self of. A punishment for my desire to leave everything behind, and achieve all the desires that lurked inside my already tainted mind.
Now, I am presented with the greatest opportunity. A chance to purge himself of everything and finally find the key to my cage. The solution to all the questions that are within me. It is strange; I find that a human is my Achilles heel… my source of personal redemption…my addiction for a quest. Now he stirs and I find myself wishing I had cast him into the night. For, every movement he makes causes me to yearn for something greater, for a more delicious taste of fiery blood. I find myself slipping and my mind's illusions taking over. Encased in velvety blackness we sway. Dancing to a dead man's tune, participating in the soul destroying dance of a serpent and he is drowning.
Now his voice calls to me, portraying the act and innocence of an angel while the ugly smear of mortality is laced throughout. I am hypnotized and it makes me question who is in control.
"Ouch, do you have to keep doing that. You say you can't kill me but why do you keep trying? I'd rather prefer to keep my blood as close to me as possible. I get upset if it runs to far away" He speaks, rubbing his swollen neck with a stained hand. It makes me drool inside, the site of his jugular bouncing up and down as nimble fingers slide over its thick surface.
I smirk, and allow my voice to volley back "Would you prefer me to suck you dry? No? Then get use to it." I frown at the look on his face and continue with my statement. I fold me arms, hiding my hands in my sleeves as let my eyes narrow into slits. Golden orbs barely visible. "It's best that you acquaint yourself with the sensation that it brings, because I have no intentions of stopping. Your suffering is my means of survival and it thrills me very much. It's the closest thing to what you humans call recreational activities and I have grown accustomed to its benefits. What is this scaring you? Or can you even process what I'm saying"
"Why do that? Blood is nasty. Why don't you read a book or play with dolls." He has yet to stop rubbing his neck and stares at me with an expression that is keen to annoyance. I raise an eyebrow at his response, expecting something more juvenile and insane to echo out of him.
"What? No Hiro says this; Hiro says that or some other retarded statement smothered in dribble. Is it possible that you're more intelligent in the afternoon or is it because you're realizing you have no fate other than the one I will provide you with?" I taunt him, allowing my glaze to leave him to stare out a crumbling window. The sun was setting. Purple was now bleeding into blue and soon black would cover everything.
"Don't think you're leaving, you're old life will be destroyed. I will see to that. You will live only because I say it. My slave, my disease, my pet. That is, if you prove useful."
"Why? Why me. What do I offer?" He stares at me more intently. Perplexity flows onto his face as his eyes venture out into the night with me.
"Hn, for once I have no answer for you. It seems you fascinate me for some twisted reason and my mind won't let you die until I have sucked every scrap of information from your bones." I hear a murmur rise from his throat but I pay no attention to the words that are created.
"Like the shadow king that rises from the ashes of the moon to sweep away the pain of the lunar princess." I think he smiles. I do not twist my head to look at him anymore. This wasn't what I wanted, I wanted to drive a stake of fear into his heart but it seems that he is immune to my powers. Why? Another mystery to solve.
"So" He rises from the floor but does not approach me. Wariness soaks throughout the room and I feel my teeth extend. "What are you really? Who are you? And why did you pick me?" These were all things that I had answered before. Though the response I had given him was only partly explainable.
"There is no reason for you to know such things. In this…relationship, I am the one that requires answers. You get the luxury of remaining ignorant. Word of advice, don't stand in my way. If I feel like ripping your arms off just to see how they twist I will do so. You're just a specimen."
"You're cold" he seems to whisper it as I watch as the moon slowly rises.
"That is what I am. A cold frozen corpse chained by everything." Poetic really I think.
He doesn't answer me anyone. I had silenced him, letting him fall into my arms as I knocked him into the realm of dreams. He was light, barely putting pressure on my limbs. He was flushed, his skin sprinkled in powdery dots of vermillion. He smells like how the sun should and I can feel the heat that radiates off of him. The perfect human, the perfect heart beat.
Wind rustles his stained strawberry tresses as I leap through the cloaked sky. I reach in his place in no time. Laying him down upon his bed I can not help but envision the effects he would have upon me. I leave him and roam the playground created by the moon. Waiting, waiting for everything to come alive and the sun to rise once again so I can creep through the screaming shadows and observe. Watching is what I do and I have an eternity to do it.
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