CHAPTER SEVEN

NOTE: I am glade to say, for the first time in anything, I CAN actually claim everything for myself. I want to finish this book and send it to an editor once a 'better' copy is finished, and would love to have it actually published. I see I have already gathered a following and you all are my inspiration to keep going. So keep rating! And yes… I didn't wait for reviews for this chapter… but I just wanted to get it up!

ANSWERING QUESTIONS---

-I actually had by accident, deleted chapter 4b, but now it is back up, and ready to be read again. As well as chapter five is done, pathetically short, dreadful and a bucket of Uck, will more than likely be re-written again, for the third time, same idea, but much more detail and much more to go off of! And of course chapter six is up, and well, it's fine. I'll leave detailing it to the end. It's fine, it does what I want it to for now, so all is good in my little world.

-And yes, I know so well how bad you all want to know how Nile gets her out of the house, but that would make the story less fun…. Well… Interesting, its not so fun. But I will say you might think he gets what he's got going to him. I plan to make it dramatic of course :D … Or do i… DUNDUNDUN!

-Now, for 'NON hostile conversation', its coming. These two are supposed to be in love… Now, if you bitch to each other all the time, now then it just wouldn't work.. :O

Her eyes remained shut and unmoving, seeming to be in a deep repairing sleep, a look on her face that showed for the first time to me an expression that was completely at peace, she had now no trace of a furrow in her brow from nightmares that plagued her, having known so much about humans after learning over these years I knew what that expression said, that one of fear. Here I was looking at another person, one I saw in her the first time those blue eyes met my own mud colored windows. How a vampire could be called beautiful next to this mistress of greatness. She was not, sadly, one of those humans who talked in her sleep. But dead quite.

The wonderful person who was locked inside, caged and lost due to the horrors that she had to face each and every time she had a clash with her father, each time it seemed to further disappear, so slightly, but even in these last few days I had noticed her eyes going dead more and more. As if that person I seemed so drawn to was dying. How that would kill me, being already dead now watching her go would be my demise. I wouldn't make it. I had watched the doctor come back, shocked at her advancement, and some nurses come and go. It was seven hours later and she was still sleeping.

Of course I had never in my life met a person who had been so stubborn and pig headed, so she wouldn't tell me that her father beat her, even if it was plain as day to me and to her that the knowledge of her fathers beatings was evident at least to me. So yes, I knew, she knew I knew, and she knew I knew I was sure. Simply that stubborn little wall she had placed up around herself to protect her from the devils that walked the world, but at the same time it was blocking me, the one who wanted so deeply to protect her.

Sighing as I gently took my finger, tracing the outline of her angelic face, the grand beauty truly shined when she wasn't masked in dread or pain. Completely at peace now, a slight upturn formed in her lips as my index finger lightly traced their outline. Her eyes shutters remained closed and motionless, and I still admired the beauty the portrait before me had to offer. Her thick golden lashes cross crossed and jumped off her face, the memory of her blue eyes open was so enhanced by those lashes galore. Her cheekbones defined, but not sharp and cold, gentle and carved. Her lips full curvy flesh blushed with pink, skin slightly golden thanks so to the sun, her eyebrows a natural arch of darker brown-blonde, her hair falling over her face. Her neck as fragile and dainty as a swans…

That man who called himself her father was a hethan snake that should burn endlessly in the fiery depths of hell, a bastard who should never had a chance to harm the beauty and glory that was Angel. She truly looked like one now, sleeping. Her lips parted slightly, if only she could look so at peace awake, not tormented by her personal hell. I would fix that, I was a monster, but I could fix her, I will. Nothing will stop me from making her happy again, making her smile and sleep with no nightmares.

She had not waken up since she had bitten me, and the mark was still on my arm, now not as bad, it was still healing much, much slower than I had anticipated. It was another thing that had caused my great worry, something was different about her, and I didn't know what it was, it couldn't be that she was a vampire, I of all would know this so easily.

But now in her sleep I could see with the frown gone, and peace on her face, the unreal vampiric beauty in her. How could it be possible, to be human and vampire, if that would have meant that she was born from a vampire and a human… It couldn't because that was simply one hundred and ten percent impossible… My 'parents', my vampire parents that is, had tried, hoping that the fact was wrong, or they were an exception never heard of…

But they hadn't been, I was very much unable to create a child, all vampires were sterile, the only way for us to have children would to be as a human, or to make another vampire. Making a vampire game them your blood, made them like you, almost like kin, but different in a strange, bizarre way. A bond that held you close. Like family, but for most vampires it was more like lovers. It wasn't uncommon for a vampire to have more than one lover, but I knew that my 'father' and 'mother' were an acceptation to that rule. They loved each other and only each other. They loved us, as their children, but nothing more than that.

Angel was a beautiful stranger. One that confused me more than any other one person had before. I could understand people, I could understand vampires. But Angel… She was something that I did not understand. And just because of how she acted, the air of her, now with this strangity of the vampire's actions in a mortal body… And yet having a similar effect. It was almost scary.

The young girl in front of me looked even younger, how I could have traced the outline of her beautiful facial features all day. But I promised her in her sleep I wouldn't leave her side until she was better. Even if she was sleeping, and seeming oblivious to her actions and things around her, she had looked more relaxed.

Since when did the heartless monster care about anything other than his family and himself? Nile, the very essence nightmares were made of, the inspiration for horror movies, a murderer of humans… A killer.

And here he was moved so very deeply, compelled so strongly and insistently to guard and save this fallen angel. She had such a divine air… Oh, how I could go on. Thinking of myself now like I was completely another person looking into the moment. Into my own black heart.

Now, I don't think I ever felt so strongly for someone over nothing. For nothing, what would more than likely end from this is her hurt, or worse killed… Her hating me for killing her father, or the very worst. Her becoming an actual vampire. What I was. What I loathed secretly. Myself.

How could this be…

I was falling endlessly into something that I shouldn't indulge myself in. By the holy lord himself, I think that this fallen angel had caused my black heart to again beat and feel raw human emotions. And worst of all. I think that I was in love with her.

My jaw grew ridged and stiff, as if I repulsed myself with the idea. Not because I thought Angel wasn't good enough, it was quite the opposite, she was to good for me, yet she awakened my humanity and feelings so easily. And I knew that I was drawn to her more than a meal, more than simply any bond other than what I was thinking was true love, a romance that could cost the fallen angel more hardships.

Wanting to leave but unable. She looked like snow white, rather sleeping beauty, laying still and motionless, awaiting true loves first kiss.

A smile fell over my own lips, knowing how pathetic I must look, gazing at her like a love sick puppy. My index finger still tracing her face, her lips, her hairline, eyebrows… Eyelids… Everything, until my hand came to rest fondly on her cheek, that beautiful face was no longer bruised, or swollen, but restored to its former grace, but too fast indeed to be normal, the doctor called it a miracle.

Of course after he said I must have been the medicine.

I think I like her doctor, other than he's a bloody cow for not knowing her injuries were from her sire. But he was a kind man, uplifting and fond of Angel, and protective, though the lack of it from me was obvious. He loved her like a daughter no doubt. Looking down at the memorizing face I let out a long sigh, the smile still feeling pleasant and welcomed to my lips. Right now I just wanted to watch her, to see her in peace and serenity.

Love….

It's a strange and foreign word to me, at least this love. The love for family didn't come close, it looked insignificant in comparison. My eyes slowly fall over the rest of her, checking her arm, seeing no bruise on her. It was good, as well as it was bad, it was good for she would have less pain, but bad in the fact that she would be going home that much sooner. Home to be alone with that…. Thing… That man more a monster even then myself. It angered me beyond comprehension!

Eyes no doubt ablaze, I look again at her peaceful face, and felt sorrow for her. My sleeping beauty was a sight to behold. But how could she ever love something like me… She loves her dad… And she hates him. But could she ever really love a monster fully without question, no. It was not possible. Never could it be possible.

Sleeping beauty… Sleeping beauty…

Skin so soft to put silk to shame

With a spirit as wild as a flame

Eyes that have stolen the oceans soul

Has made my black monster heart whole

I love this sleeping beauty

My sleeping beauty

I love my sleeping beauty…

Without thinking my face grew closer to her own, face was close as it gets before skin would touch, electricity seemed to flow even as she slept. But I wavered, gently scrapping my dead lips over her cheep ever so lightly, then nuzzling her cheek, into her sleeping ear I whispered "My fallen angel, you have my love"

She slept on, nothing changed, gently kissing I ear and hesitating. Looking over her lips, but knowing it would be much like tasting the forbidden fruit. All seemed to fall away, and all I could think was sleeping beauty. Sleeping beauty waiting to awake at true loves first kiss. But how could I be true loves first kiss… It wasn't possible I wasn't worthy.

Shoving the thoughts away and sitting back in the chair, so tempted to take her fragile body into my arms and to shower her in kisses and promises. But that would make things harder. Harder for her at least. A vampire has an effect on people that would make her helpless to resist. I knew it would be hard for me, because for the first time I felt true love. And I knew I was greedy, wanting it so longingly. But I didn't want a fool love. A vampire-prey relationship love.

Feeling suddenly cold and alone I felt panic, looking over her, worried she hadn't yet wakened, but also understanding, she had little sleep lately, and less of real sleep like she was getting now. Listening carefully to her breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Feeling the effects of human emotions exhaustion for the first time since being change, so a very long time, I rested my head lightly onto her chest, listening to her heart, her breathing, her had moved, fingers into my hair, the movement caused me to jump, looking to her face, she was still sleeping, lifting my hand back to her face, it followed, fingers entwining. With a longing filled smile I sighed, letting my face fall back to listen to her heart beating. My eyes closing… For the first time in over three hundred years, I slept.

Wishing, longing that I could be that first love, she, was mine.