-------------Author's note - hehe when you get to it, "Canus Filius" is latin for "son of a bch". And the song for this chapter is "Beyond Redemption" by HIM...again you can find it on youtube...does anyone even listen to the songs I suggest??? Does anyone even read my author's note????? Cuz nobody reviews anything except for lovely Vivian Valo, thanks many much Viv!-------------------------------------
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It was as if an old gift had been given to him, but it had been painted and decorated so that it was like new, that is what this sensation was to Ammon, it was almost something new to him. His mind raced to find the possible answer of this unexpected phenomenon. He still had his blood lust, that was still there for sure, he felt he could enter people's thoughts and still control them, that hadn't changed. He inconspicuously lifted his and Ameriese's bodies of the ground an inch or so..." No, can still fly." He could sense that all of his powers were intact, he was still a vampire. Yet why had his body performed such a...mortal task?
"All I hope for, is to witness a man who is willing to love one woman and one woman only. If I were that woman, I would love him completely, and him alone. For all eternity." Ameriese got the courage to show her face once more. She slowly eased her face out of Ammon's coat. Too embarrassed to look at him just yet, she let her gaze fall once again on the dancers.
Ammon was almost knocked off his feet, he felt as if he had been punched in the chest. The phantom beating heart was growing with intensity, and fluttered more rapidly than before. A beautiful young dancing couple caught Ameriese's gaze. Eager fingers rummaged through the girl's flowing blonde hair as her handsome partner twirled her into a dip, her dress sweeping up any footprints she had just created. She seemed so at home in his arms. Her back curved so that her outstretched arms grazed the grass they were dancing on. She looked at Ameriese and a smile parted her red lips. Her partner leaned down to kiss her neck, still holding her in that dipped position. Then a pungent, yet sweet aroma filled Ammon's nose, driving its scent deep into his thoughts. It took just a second for that smell to register, but before Ammon could act, Ameriese's screams had already pierced the night air. The smile on the girl's sweet face had turned to a look of absolute terror. A ruby red liquid flowed down her neck, staining her pale blue dress to a dark purple. The handsome boy's eyes looked black, yet flickered under the starlight's gaze, an animalistic look settled into their grey depths. It was like staring into a lion's gaze as he stalked an unsuspecting deer.
"Oh...canis filius" Ammon muttered as he abruptly grabbed Ameriese's chin and turned her face towards his so that he could once again penetrate her with his stare. He kept her sights on his eyes as he grabbed a firm hold of her waist and quickly made their way through the now panicked mass. More blood was being spilled as more bodies were ravaged, soaking the grass like a flood of carnage, more screams echoing through the frostbitten air. Ammon and Ameriese's entwined body glided through the crowd. Ameriese did not seem to realize that they were not walking, that her feet were lifted off the ground. She just stared into Ammon's blazing green eyes that did not leave her gaze even for a second to see where they were headed. No, Ammon just drifted backwards, somehow knowing what he was floating towards. His dark brown-almost black hair whipped in his face from his backwards motion. Little hairs danced about his eyelashes but his gaze did not falter, he was locked on her eyes. Then he softly kissed Ameriese's eyes and laid her into a dreamlike state in his arms.
Ameriese's eyes fell heavy. She decided it was safe to close her eyes, she felt so secure in his arms. She couldn't tell how they were traveling; it felt as if they were riding a horse at full gallop, judging by the way that the wind teased her, pulling at her hair and her dress. Yet the ride was so smooth, it was as if they were flying. "But that can't be." Ameriese thought to herself. Then all her thoughts were silenced as she felt Ammon's cold hand lightly trace the outline of her face. She smiled.
---------------ok sorry this is short, but it seemed like a good place to end this chapter, and relax I'm writing chapter 5 right now------------------------