Hello people who read this this is going to be the second to last one so just hang in there kitties.
Myrnin
I waited in the chairs for what felt like hours. Eventually I stood up and began to place the length of the walkway. People avoided me as anger and tension rolled off me in tidal waves. Finally one of the nurses approached me.
"Sir I am going to have to ask you to sit down or wait outside." She tried to look me in the eye, but her bravery wavered.
"Sir?" I snapped. I turned on my heel to walk over to her. She shook as I approached. I realized what she was saying and looked back at the linoleum I had paced over. The color was buffed where I had walked. I calmed down a notch. I looked back at her. "Yes of course." I moved to sit in the uncomfortable chairs. I watched as the clock in front of me clicked on. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Non-stop. It was driving me insane. Well more so than most times. Why was that blasted clock put there anyways? To torment the people out here waiting? Time continued on while everything in your world broke down and crumbled at your feet. I stood up and jumped on the counter. There were slight protests, but I ignored them and reached up to grab the clock. It was an easy feat with my height. I flicked it off of the nail it hung on and watched with manic glee as it fell to the floor. The sound of it breaking recoiled off the walls and squeaks from the nurses soon followed. There was chatter filling the air as I jumped down from the counter. I didn't turn around as I heard people calling me to come back. I stepped over the broken glass without a second thought and sat down facing them once again. My cold stare silenced everyone's annoying twittering. I put the pads of my fingers to each other and stared beyond my phalanges. Not long after a doctor came over with a clipboard. I stood up trying to look as menacing as possible. He didn't seem effected, or if he was he was doing a damn fine job of concealing it.
"She'll live, but she will be here for the next two weeks then another week of physical therapy. We managed to stitch up all of her internal damages and she shouldn't have to come in to have the stitches removed they will eventually dissolve. Time will tell if anything will need further checking. After she is checked out on full recovery she will need to come in once for a scan to make sure the stitches are doing as they are supposed to. Other than that she should be fine." He looked like he was going to put a hand on me, but my glare halted him. "Four doors down, knock and they should let you in." If they don't I'm going to anyways. I calmly managed to where he had directed. I knocked and almost instantly they opened the door. The nurse gave me a blank stare before moving out of the way. I flitted over to the chair catching her last words.
"Fang banger." She whispered under her breath. I tensed up at those two words. God how I hated them.
"Um, nurse," She stopped, my calm voice halting her in her tracks. "The next time I want your opinion on a matter," My voice was sickly sweet as I turned around slowly. "I'll ask for it." I snapped and she began to shake only slightly. "Now leave, candy striper." She bolted out faster than I would like to give credit to a human, of her nature of course. I slowly turned back to Claire and watched her chest rise and fall with the drug induced sleep. I scanned my eyes over the length of her body only stopping to inspect her bounds. I shook my head as blackness creeped at the edge of my vision. I glared at her heart monitor. The steady beeping almost drives me as mad as the clock in the waiting room. This, though, I cannot smash. I dragged my eyes off of the green lights and looked at her face. It was pointed towards me on the pillow and I reached out to move the curls out of her face. She whined a small amount at the contact, but soon leaned into it. "Claire." I whispered moving closer to her ear. "Can you hear me?" I flicked my eyes to the heart monitor and I began to beat faster, slightly. "Good." I leaned back and her heart slowed. I moved the chair closer until my knees bumped the edge of the bed and my hand swam through the sheets in search of her hand. I finally found it and held on tight. "This time. This place." I looked around the room as the night began to creep up on the unsuspecting daylight. "Misused, mistakes. Too long too late, who was I to make you wait." I I brought her hand to up slightly and kissed her knuckles. Her heartbeat responded to the action. "Just one chance, just one breath." I took one despite my lungs already full from wanting to breathe her in. "Just in case there's just one left. Cause you know, you know, you know." I closed my eyes setting my forehead on her hand. "I love you. I have loved you all along." I put both hands on hers. "And I miss you. Been far away for far too long." I felt red tinged tears begin to streak my face. "I keep dreaming' you'll be with me and you'll never know I'll stop breathing' if I don't see you anymore." I felt her squeeze harder on my hand and her heart beat was ringing in my ears. "But you know. You know, you know. I wanted I wanted you to stay. Cause I needed I need to hear you say." I wiped away the tears before they dripped onto the floor. "I love you. I have loved you all along. And I forgive you. For being away for far too long. So keep breathing cause I'm not leaving you anymore, believe it." I could hear her breathing begin pick up and I looked up to see her staring bleary eyed at me. "Hold on to me and never let me go. Keep breathing cause I'm not leaving you anymore. Believe it hold on to me and never let me go." She gave a watery smile and closed her eyes in pain as she took a breath. "Keep breathing hold on to me and never let me go. Keep breathing hold on to me and never let me go." I whispered the ending and she removed her hand from mine as if it physically burned. I stood up as the tears threatened my eyes again. She gasped and grabbed at her stomach.
"No." She gasped for air as I stared in horror at her for being unable to help. Soon Candy Striper came back and pressed up on the morphine and I almost growled. How dare they pump her full of drugs? I was also somewhat relieved when she began to breathe regularly again.
"Claire?" My voice cracked as I stared at her. Her eyes began to close, but before they did she reached up with her hand. I sat down and grabbed at it.
"Be here when I wake up?" She barely managed. Her eyes closed before I could voice my reply.
"Yes, always. Please don't leave me."
xXx
Claire
I felt sunlight assault my closed eyes. I waited to open them taking in my surroundings. There was a slight breeze and I could feel it ruffle the dress I was wearing. I scowled. I hated dresses. I smelt and earthy fragrance along with old parchment and ink. I felt a cool, sturdy pillow beneath my head. I could hear the ruffling of leaves and what sounded like a page turning. I opened my mouth slightly as the wind picked up again and tasted grass, water, salt, and something else I couldn't put my finger on. I was starting to relax when my pillow moved. My eyes shot open and I sat up. My vision was momentarily blurred with darkness.
"Calm down, there's no rush." A playful voice rang in my ears. I turned my head and saw Myrnin looking back at me with book in hand leaning against the trunk of a tree. The shade covered us and when the wind picked up sunlight blazed into my now open eyes.
"I'm dreaming." I looked around and put my hands on the ground to heave me up. Something cold and metal rebounded off of my left ring finger.
"What gave it away?" I held up my hand to show him as I looked around some more.
"We're married." He moved his own hand to fit into mine.
"Does that surprise you?" He kissed my open palm. I couldn't resist the shiver that ran through me.
"Yes." I looked back at him and he looked crestfallen.
"Really?" His accent lilted around the word, swirling through the air to dance into my ears. "Why?"
"Why? Because you're Myrnin a vampire, immortal, and I'm Claire a human, mortal, a snack." I looked down at the ground feeling doubt rise into my mind as though it started at the base of my spine and worked slowly up to worm its way into my mind.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." He grabbed my hand and slowly traced circles on my palm with his thumb. As much as I wanted to melt into his touch I had to wake up and get back to the real Myrnin.
"What do you mean?" I looked at my hand then at him with a cold stare. His eyes flicked to my lips then focused on my eyes once again. I opened my mouth and was greeted with the somehow familiar feeling of fangs. They snapped down with and audible crack and my free hand shot to my mouth. I felt the tips with my fingers and hardly winced when I pricked my finger. I pulled away licking the tips of my fangs and tasting my blood. I looked down at my finger in awe. The blood bubbled up and dripped down onto the vibrant green grass. It was a stark comparison of the red against the green. I felt my eyes dilate as I watched my finger continue to well up with blood until it began to congeal. I tentatively brought my finger to my lips and licked the blood off my finger. A flurry of flavors exploded in my mouth and I felt my eyes glaze over with red. I stopped once I saw I had healed and felt some melancholy as I finished off the small drop of fluid. My eyes slowly trailed up the figure that lay perpendicular to me. My eyes gazed hungrily at his neck and lips, wondering what it would be like….I slowly creeped up his torso until I had one hand on either side of him and I hovered over his midsection. He looked at me like he didn't know what I was doing. His innocent, chocolate browns gazed at me. A flicker of mischief crossed his eyes and lingered in his eyes like an ember. Before I could finish my train of thought a power coursed through the land like a storm and we both looked in the direction it came from. It rippled in the air like heat off of concrete and it hit with an impact that left me gasping for breath. The bird that were somehow in the tree scattered and screamed in protest to the disturbance of the peace. Rationality hit me and I shoved away from him. This was all a dream. None of it is true I can't let myself be swindled and tricked by the perfection of it. The sun. I am human. I am human. I am human. I stepped into the sun and nothing happened. I took raspy breaths and looked around. I finally noticed the imperfections of the scenario. Black fuzzed at the edges of my vision. Some of the flowers were Technicolor. The tree had odd shaped leaves. I swear to god if they start talking I am going to scream.
"Claire…" I looked at Myrnin, but he too looked odd. Sane. His eyes were focused; they had a sharp edge to them that he normally didn't have. He wore an actual clothe ensemble; dark blue jeans, a tight fitting black shirt – no frill or lace as he normally wore which filled me with sobriety – and he was barefoot. I shook. This wasn't right. I need to get back to the real Myrnin.
"I had a way then." I looked around wanting to run, but anywhere I ran I ended back to the tree. "Losing it all on my own." I dried to take deep breaths. "I had a heart then, but the queen has been over thrown." I sat down and tucked my knees close to my chest. "And I'm not sleeping now." I looked at the ground and began to dig. I had to get out. Get out. Get out. "The dark is too hard to beat." As I began to dig blackness began to bubble around the holes and coat my hands. I stood up and shook it off. "And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me." I backed away and was met with strong arms. I looked up and began to kick away. The tree limbs wrapped around me mimicking Myrnin's arms. "You show the lights that stop me turn to stone." I scream, but it comes out feeble and pathetic. "You whine it when I'm alone." I managed to get out of the vice of the tree, but the darkness just got thicker and more suffocating. "And I tell myself that I'll be strong. And dreaming when they're gone." I looked around again and saw glittering off in the distance. I ran. I kept running. Never stop running. My legs burned and the dress I wore got caught on invisible branches. "'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home." The wind whipped at my face making my eyes water with the tears. "Calling, calling, calling home. You show the lights that stop me turn to stone. You shine it when I'm alone." I could reach out and touch the light, but darkness dragged at my ankles and brought me back. I screamed and with the last of my energy I kicked my way free and reached into the light. It felt warm. I searched for something to hold onto and something grabbed me. They began to pull, and pull, and pull until I was out of the darkness and into the light.
xXx
Myrnin
Her breathing became irregular and she almost reopened the wound with all the thrashing she was doing. Candy Striper came in and called in the doctor. They began to check her over and get her calm. They tried to get me out of the room, but with one malicious growl they decided that it was best I stay here. They managed to get her to stop moving, I stopped paying attention to what they were screaming at each other hours ago. They left, but she continued to mumble nonsense and I grabbed her hand. She stilled her rambling mouth. I held on until I saw the soft flutter of her eyes opening. She gave me a pained smile and squeezed hard on my hand. Her eyes looked glazed from the morphine and she couldn't seem to concentrate right on me.
"Myrnin?" She sounded scared, oh so scared.
"It'll be alright." Tears began to streak her face. I moved forward to wipe them away. My hand only put enough pressure to wipe away the liquid flowing down her face. "It'll be alright. Trust me." She took a few deep breaths before responding.
"Does it hurt?" I tilted my head.
"Does what hurt?" I felt worry begin to shadow my mind.
"Changing?" I stared at her. I had always suggested it, but I would never carry it out. She had so much to live for. She could live on. Grow to an age accepted in the hierarchy of human society. I couldn't take her life from her. I lied.
"Yes, excruciatingly so. And it hurts every day after wards as well." I remembered living with the regret of killing so many over my long years. I just wanted to live to learn. Learn about so many different things and yet to keep on living I had to keep on taking.
"But it fades right. You said so yourself, you learn to ignore the pain." It crushed my no longer beating heart to hear those words from her mouth. And the hope in her eyes. I berated myself for telling her that.
"Yes I guess it does, but it'll be alright." I pat her hand softly and she squeezes harder.
"Please if I start to fade, please…" I closed my eyes at her unfinished plea.
"No Claire, I won't rob you of your life. You have so much to live for, and you can't do that if you are cooped up with me for the next hundred years." I still had my eyes closed, but I could hear her hiccup back sobs.
"Myrnin…promise me." She hiccupped again and I opened my eyes.
"This world will never be what I expected." I watched her as her tears almost dried. "And if I don't belong who would have guessed it." She closed her eyes as she listened to my voice. "I will not leave alone everything that I own to make you feel like it's not too late. It's never too late." I whispered.
"Myrnin…" She whispered back.
"Even if I say, it'll be alright still I hear you say you want to end your life." I shook my head. "Now and again we try to just stay alive. Maybe we'll turn it all around." I felt my own tears begin to prick my eyes. "'Cause it's not too late, it's never too late." Her tears began to drip down her face. "The world we knew won't come back. The time we've lost can't get back." I erased her tears with my thumb pads and she keened my touch. "The life we had won't be ours again. Even if I say it'll be alright still I hear you say you want to end your life. Now and again we try to just stay alive. Maybe well turn it all around 'cause it's not too late. It's never too late." My voice faded as I ended. My hand dripped with her tears and I stood up. She watched me as hovered over her to kiss her forehead. "You will survive."
So there it chapter 7 only one more minus the playlist so be sure to tune in next time