Author's Note -------- My DARLING readers: I apologize for the very, VERY, long wait for this chapter! I shall do my very best to not let my story get left for so long, it is just hard with school and work, the only real time I have to write is on the weekends. It didn't help that I had to write an essay last weekend and study for a fat math test, and then study for another math test the weekend before that...and I should actually be writing another essay right now...gonna have to pull an allnighter tonight...oh well...but...I have something to make up for the long wait...hehehe I was feeling very artistic...so as promised, I DREW A PICTURE OF AMMON AND AMMERIESE!!!!!!! I must say I am very proud of myself, it is very sexy...hahaha i get all giddy just looking at it!!! oh how I wish Ammon were mine!!!!! Ok i'm not sure if you can put a link on here, so here is the url but with spaces inbetween it, so when you type it in, get rid of the spaces...here it is:

http:// samabamma . deviantart . com/art/The-Wrath-of-love-65095867

(so just remove the spaces between the between "// and samabamma" and between "samabamma and ." and between ". and deviantart" and between "deviantart and ." and between ". and com"...that should be all the spaces) LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE DRAWING PLEASE!

Anyways, thank you thank thank you Rosetta Cane for your beautiful compliment!!!! I am flattered that my story reminds you of interview with the vampire...I am flattered to be compared to that amazing novel (hehe and movie) hahaha and I can't believe we used the same names!!!! I thought I was being so original too...hahah I got Ameriese from being a big Xena fan...and Ammon I got just from looking up Egyptian names, b/c I love Egypt. But thank you again!!! I'm glad you like the story!!!

And thank you Anhyvar for also reviewing!!!! hahah I liked the "pft..." I'm glad you are enjoying my story! I shall try my hardest to keep up the good work and not let down my faithful readers!

And of course, a big THANK YOU, THANK YOU, MANY A MUCH is reserved for the lovely Vivian Valo. I hope not to disappoint a fellow HIM fan!!!! mmmm Ville...heheh I got my tickets for their show in San Francisco in November!!!! I'm soo unbelievably excited!!!! yaya!!!!! wooo...contain yourself Sam, anyway thank you again for your reviews! And just for reading my little ole fic too!

Well that is the end of my little spiel...wait I lied...haha sorry, the song to listen to for this chapter is "Cyanide Sun" by HIM...it is an amazing track off their new cd that just came out last tuesday...anywayz, as always you can find it on youtube .com...and when you get to a certain part of this chapter marked by "------- " it'll give you directions of what to do...it's another song to listen to...sorry i'm trying to forewarn you without giving away anything in the chapter...

Now...without further adieu...

------------------------------------------Chapter Five--------------------------------------------------

Ameriese tussled and turned as an array of images had decided to settle themselves in her thoughts and plague her mind. At first they were just blurred pictures, jumbling around, then disappearing as quickly as they had come. Ameriese fell deeper into her sleep, chasing after those flashes of color and light. She soon caught up with them. Ameriese found herself seated at a vanity table that was littered with hairpins, brooches, and brushes. She picked up an intricate looking hairpin. It was yellow glass that had been fashioned to look like a snake. Two emeralds held the place for two eyes. Ameriese held the little piece of jewelry up to the soft light of a lantern that sat on the vanity. She gazed into the two emerald jewels, the flame from the lantern dancing on every edge that was cut to give the emeralds their oval shape. A pair of intensely green eyes flashed before her mind's eye. A very memorable pair of green eyes. "Ammon..." Ameriese grabbed a section of her hair to place the pin in. She looked into the mirror to make sure the pin was placed in a pleasant area atop her head. Ameriese gasped, her fingers flew to cover her mouth. The little snake slipped from her grasp and shattered... bits of yellow glass glittering on the stone floor at her feet. The reflection in the mirror was not her own. What she saw staring back at her was a woman, with blue eyes that could make the sea jealous. Unlike Ameriese's amber eyes which looked like the embers of a dying fire, not ablaze, but still hot enough to scorch. The woman also had black, curly hair that framed her porcelain features. Unlike Ameriese's thick, straight hair whose color was that of dark chocolate, and that always annoyingly fell into her olive-toned face.

"This must be a dream...a dream, yes." Ameriese thought to herself as the woman, well...Ameriese, got up from the vanity table. After pulling up the lacey sleeve of her white nightgown that had decided to travel down her arm, she grabbed the lantern and made her way across the very spacious bedroom. A large canopy bed sat against the back wall of the darkened room. Lying on their stomachs were two statues of lionesses, their fiercesome paws stretched out before them, and their long tails curled up alongside their massive bodies. One of the lionesses was holding an odd trinket in her mouth. Ameriese did not recognize it, it looked like a cross of some sort, but the top of the cross was an oval-like shape, not just the normal single tier. The woman, well Ameriese, took the odd cross out of the lion's mouth and clasped it to her chest. Tears started running down her pale cheeks. She ran to the large window across the room and thrust open the heavy curtains that had been smothering what little light had been trying to invade the room. With trembling fingers she unscrewed the top of the strange cross and emptied its contents down the back of her throat. A sliver of golden liquid escaped from the corner of her mouth as she gazed out the window. The last rays of the sun making their descent from its regal throne in the skies. Ameriese felt a great pain in her stomach, the liquid she had swallowed seemed to feast upon her very existence with every second it lingered in her frail body. As the last bit of light was driven away by the persistent darkness, Ameriese heard footsteps outside the heavy wooden door that enclosed her boudroir. She couldn't hold on any longer, her body grew very weak; her vision swirled around the dim room. She could just barely make out a figure standing in the now open doorway before what strength she had been clinging to escaped out the window, soon followed by her limp body.

Ameriese felt someone pass their fingers over her face and then through her hair. She jolted up; now fully awake, propping herself up with her arms. Her hands met with a something soft and furry. Coming to her senses, she realized she was resting on a large bed that was covered with several layers of animal pelts and red silk sheets. Her shoes were gone, other than that she was fully dressed. However the possessor of the hand that touched her face was nowhere to be found. She must have still been dreaming. Ameriese pulled back a section of the heavy purple curtain that was bent on enclosing her comfortable resting place. Soon the light from a conflagrant fire that burned ever so brightly in a fireplace, permeated throughout, revealing an immense room littered with furniture, fabrics, and fur. Just as the darkness fled from the intense light of the fire, the small lingering thoughts of her dream fled from her mind. It was then that she could hear the soft murmur of a familiar voice that had carried itself through the crack under her door, and pervaded throughout her room. "Ammon" Ameriese whispered as her heart attempted to leap out from her chest.

Ameriese followed the trail of Ammon's voice as it led her down a long hallway that was flanked by odd statues of deities whose heads were that of animals. Moonlight filtered through stained-glass windows that lined the stone walls, emitting soft shades of blues, reds, and greens that danced along the dark stone walls. Her bare feet padded softly on a purple velvet rug that ran the length of the hall. The lack of light cast eerie shadows that seemed to stalk Ameriese as she passed door after door that lined the length of the hallway. The shadows grew long and tall, stretching a hand out to touch her face, then recoil back to the sanctity of the cold ground once more. Ameriese was quite unnerved. Goosebumps found a comfortable resting place on her arms. Her journey through the seemingly endless hallway finally broke to a place where Ameriese could either continue further down the hall, or descend a grand staircase. The choice between continuing into a dark abyss of the castle where even light didn't want to venture, or walking downstairs where Ammon's voice darted around the walls beckoning her to come, proved to be an easy task. Ameriese stared at the painted ceiling that loomed hundreds of feet above her as she made her way down the large staircase. Time had made its home among the ceiling, masking the painting so that all Ameriese could make out was the faint image of a man and a woman, wrapped in one another's embrace. Ammon's voice passed right next to her ears. He was singing something soft and so melancholy. It was in another language but that didn't stop the words from penetrating her heart and making it weep. As Ameriese crossed the last step, rows of candelabra's and torches ignited by themselves, allowing the colossal size of the castle to be faintly showcased. Her heart jumped, she was a mere insect among a vast jungle.

She followed Ammon's voice into a large sitting room. A fire blazed, its ferocity contained in a great fireplace, its light banishing the darkness to the corners of the room. Ammon was seated cross-legged on a pelt of animal fur. The flickering flames so serene and warm played with the handsome features on his face. He had a small guitar in his lap and was singing a tune in his native tongue. -------------------------- So go to youtube .com and search for "Kun Mina Kotoani Laksin" (make sure it is the sung by Ville Valo of HIM) to hear what Ammon was singing ------------------- The sound of his voice sent chills up Ameriese's spine, she felt the urge to cry, the song was so beautiful and sad. She quietly crossed the room, her dress lightly skating across the purple velvet that covered the stone floor. She took a seat next to Ammon on the fur rug. The flames danced in his eyes as he looked up at her and sang the last verse straight into her soul. After he finished they sat there for a moment in silence, locked into each other's gaze once more.

"Greetings Sweetheart, or shall I call you nukuvva prinsessa?" Ammon said, that same devilish grin appearing on his beautiful face.

"Nok...nokuvva prinsessa? What does it mean?" Ameriese asked, her ears pleasured by the sound of his voice.

"It means sleeping princess. For that is what you are. You've been asleep for quite sometime princess, a day to be exact. We only met the night before last."

"Oh yes, I remember" Ameriese blushed, remembering dancing that night with this beautiful stranger that sat a mere inches away from her.

Ammon laid the guitar next to him. It was then that Ammeriese realized he was only dressed in black, fitted pants and a black jacket, no shirt, no shoes. Her expression changed to an amused but quizzical look, Ammon took notice. "Ah yes, forgive me for being indecent. I'm not accustomed to having women around my home."

"So this is your home? Well you have right to be comfortable in your home, please don't let my presence disrupt you. And thank you... for taking me in the other night. That is truly magnanimous of you." Ameriese replied, hoping that he wouldn't cover himself up; it truly was a pleasant sight. Ammon grinned even more and raised an eyebrow. Ameriese blushed, thinking for a second that her thoughts had betrayed her in revealing themselves out loud.

Ammon broke the silence. "Yes this gaudy castle is my home. It has been mine ---I mean, in my family for quite a long time."

"It's magnificent. It's like a dream." Just uttering the word dream was enough to bring back the remnants of last night into her thoughts.

Ammon noticed her abrupt change in expression. "All you alright? You seem disturbed." The fire reflected in Ammon's green eyes, reminding her of the two green jewels that were the little snake's eyes. Ammon lightly ran his fingers over her hand when she didn't respond. The coldness of his touch was enough to remove her from the dream her mind was in.

"Your hands are always so cold." Ameries thought aloud.

"Yes, I've come to believe that my body has just become so accustomed to the constant coldness of this castle, that it has gone so far as to imitate it." Ammon lied. "Perhaps my heart has grown cold, being alone for all these years." Ammon said, unnintentionally voicing his thoughts. It was at this spoken thought that Ammon once again felt the strange phantom heartbeat, tapping rhythmically like an impatient child taps his foot. Ameriese crawled over to him, uncrossing his legs to sit between them and lean her back against his chest. Ammon was a bit taken aback, unsure what to do. Ameriese took his arms and put them around her.

"I had a very unpleasant dream last night." A tear escaped down her cheek.

Ancient feelings of remorse and resentment that Ammon thought he had buried deep within himself, crept back up to the surface as Ameriese told her dream. He couldn't take it anymore. He gently removed himself from holding Ameriese and walked over to lean on the corner of the massive stone mantle of the fireplace, his back to Ameriese.

"What is wrong?" Ameriese asked, taken aback by his abrupt dismissal.

"I'm sorry." Ammon said, his back still to her. "It is just...very odd, that you should dream something...that occurred over a century ago."

"What?" Ameriese asked, completely bewildered by his words.

"It is a story well known to this area. A story of a princess and her prince...they loved each other greatly. Then over time, the princess began to notice her prince had changed...he became a monster in her eyes... She couldn't bare the pain of knowing what her love had become...one night... her prince found her to have taken her own life." The phantom beating he had been feeling, simmered down to barely noticeable beat.

Ameriese came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "That is so tragic...it just tears my heart out."

"That is what love does to you. It rips your heart out and leaves you bleeding, with a smile on your face." Ammon whispered. Trying desperately to bury his feelings deep inside the cold, empty, shell that had become his heart.

"You can stay here...for as long as you like." Ammon regretted saying this the very moment it crawled from his lips. "What are you doing with this girl?" Ammon asked himself. It was true he enjoyed her company, but she wouldn't stay long. How long could he mask who he was from her? If she found out she would never love him, how could she? He was just that...a monster.