He could feel it as soon as he regained control.. it was over.. he was finally at the end.. he was too broken. His eyes sought her, in the blackness.. but he could not compel them to do as he wished.. she was here somewhere but he could not find her…..
Darkness had long since descended, blanketing the sprawling manor that had become her home in the comforting embrace of its shadows. The pale, fleeting light of the moon’s rays spilled through the seam of thick, unyielding curtains to bathe two bodies within its muted colors.
A small, delicate frame moved within the rolling blankets, her leg dragging up the thigh of the much larger body that acted proudly as her pillow.. her comfort.. the anchor she clung to in the fleeting moments in which she had desired nothing more than to be swallowed by her grief.
“I would lose him a thousand times before I ever chose to let you go.”
Her eyes traced absently along the perfectly angular profile of his face, every plane, every line highlighted within the paint of the dim light.
Had she meant the words? ..Would she relive this pain, this torment endlessly.. should it mean that He.. this man.. her Sire would remain in her life throughout the entirety of her existence? What was that, if not love? True, it had not been a love born of extreme circumstance, of heightened emotional states, or an undeniable sense of responsibility for the well being of another.
But that love? She had known.. had always understood that just as the flames reach their peak, it would inevitably leave only ash in its wake.. a smoldering remnant of what should have never been given the air it required to thrive. No.. that love had been born of pain and tragedy..
And what she had done..
Her eyes closed as the regal line of her cheek bone drifted along the rise of his pectoral, her body edging ever closer as the heel of her small foot dipped beneath the bend of his knee. She could remain here, tangled in the masculine perfection of her Sire.. she would would let him in.. embrace the healing balm of his presence within her heart.
And she would love him.
Yet again, his sleep was restless.. filled with fragments of memories.. He had awoken remembering nothing, but with the same unease. So he had returned to the caverns, half to hunt, half hoping he might come across the girl again.. but he had not. So …
As zestra enters the underdark she stands up looking at all the tratior drowshe begins to chant and summons vortexs from the earth the tratiors ran in and they attacked with thier might they ran inzestra laughed as she commanded the vortex to attack t…
So he sat in the small room, the soft light from the fading fire lightening the darkness.. he rested in familiar seat.. his mind drifting over the events of the day, even as his hand sought the torn fabric of his stomach.. Amazing.. to see what it cou…
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And so he slept.. At long last he slept.. His body stilled, and in the blackness he visited them all in his dreams.. The Dark City always seemed alive.. Always seemed busy.. the theater district bustled.. the inn was booked full and no room remained…..
Part One:
Deep in the mountains of a far of land, long before time was recorded is where this tail begins. He lay there at the back of his cave slumbering as the wind could be heard blowing past the entrance of his den. the soft sound of water running from a lower chamber gently fills the air as the sound of light drops fall from the ceiling of the room. He awakes. in a low roar he speaks to himself. he sighs. ” hmmm another night passed and still no end in sight. this world has become so boring and meaningless to me. whats the point of my being here?” he asks himself as he does every day. “long have I lived. I cannot count the cycles ive seen come and go. and yet here I am still. the little beings below me in this world run around. such short lives. yet they waist them in war and pain. never to grow old enough to understand the meaninglessness of war. how pointless it is to kill your own kind” he says as he lets himself drift back into slumber.
~to be continued~
Drip… Drip… Drip…Marius placed a shaky hand on the ground trying again to force himself to his feet. Such a display of power he had never seen. Warm blood ran down his face, some of it getting into his eyes as he tried to rise.Drip… Drip… Dr…