At Eternities Hand Chapter Two
Warning: Swearing!
The old place hadn't changed much, except for the strange vanilla scent that now lingered around the apartment. It seemed that whoever had brought him back had made sure that everything within that apartment was still his by paying off the expenses for each item that would need to be kept and the apartment itself. The place was in a rather familiar mess with crates full of blood stacked right up to the ceiling. It seemed that whoever did this also paid off the cleaner into not coming into this apartment while he was away. The scent smelt vaguely familiar, almost as if a lover wore it and yet no one was here. A feather lay upon the rather untidy desk that supported a television and an old radio, the texture rather tawny as if it was the feather of a tawny owl.
The phone rang just as he slid his smooth hand over the handset, taking in the rather peculiar feeling of plastic before jumping slightly just as the rather irritating and continuous ringing began. He didn't answer, not until the noise began to get on his nerves, causing him to pick up the phone in a rather exasperated attempt, nearly dropping the handset as he did so.
"Yes?" It was a simple sentence with a question on the end of it, something that his mind could only fully comprehend now. There was a pause on the other side before someone finally answered.
"What the…? Dark?" The voice was of a young, possibly just turned seventeen and was on the last stage of being an adolescent. He couldn't say anything, found it too impossible to do so. Instead, he dropped the receiver, rolling into a ball on the floor as fresh tears of blood sprouted from his eyes. No one was meant to return from the dead…in fact he wished that he was still suffering for the sins of what a vampire has to live with. What was going to happen to him now?
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The air was rather chilling against the features of the young adolescent male with crimson hair that spiked up rather wildly in places. He had only rung that number to see if Riku was okay and that he was coming back home to Azumano soon when he was taken by surprise by the voice of someone who should have been dead. Since he had left Azumano to tour around America, pick up on any rogue vampire activity, he had forgotten about what had to be done to put the insane vampire, Krad to rest. And now after hearing that voice, all the memories came flooding back and so did the pain but he only let one tear fall from his eyes before wiping at them, not wanting to show his own emotions in public. It was the only weakness he had left now.
You are supposed to be dead. Why did you come back? Never before had he seen anything like this, not even in the visions that weren't as frequent as what they used to be. However, one thing dawned upon him; if Dark had truly risen from the grave, then so had Krad and the vampire was surely going to be rather angry with what had happened, especially if his own sanity ever came back to him. Man he is surely going to be pissed, he thought before remembering that they were all involved in this now, even Riku. Shit, he thought as he joined the queue for the next flight out to Japan. He paid for his ticket and walked into the waiting lounge, hoping that they would hurry everyone through. His passport was placed within a small pocket on his leather bag…one that was hidden from prying eyes.
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Opening the door to the apartment that seemed to contain many memories, she didn't seem to mind now that the apartment had been paid for through the help of the vampire Satoshi who she knew was rather interested in the greater good although it was meant to go against a vampire's natural nature. However, just as she took two steps into the apartment, ready to hide away from the suns rays, she noticed the phone off the hook and could also sense the presence of another vampire, one that seemed to be sleeping. The hell? She thought as she placed the receiver back onto its cradle and picked it up again, dialling the code to see if anyone had rung that day. All she got was just a withheld number. Placing the receiver back onto the cradle, she wandered off down the hallway, making sure to tread lightly.
The presence seemed to be inside the one room in which she had once shared with the only person or rather vampire that she ever truly loved. One that had saved her life when she was on the verge of death itself. Twice actually. That presence seemed familiar, almost as if she could see the colour of the vampire's soul. Opening the door slightly, she looked around the room, noticing that nothing seemed out of place. Perhaps I have the wrong room? However, no matter what she was expecting, the sudden sound of a male sobbing seemed to reach her ears. Opening the closet, she let out a gasp before seeming to back up against the wall, her hand to her mouth. There lay a male covered by pure violet wings, ones that she recognised easily.
"Dark?" The male looked up, seeming to recognise the voice before placing his head in his hands.
"Don't look at me…"