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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,839
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Seven
“So how is this going to protect me, my love?” I asked, confused. “I don’t understand….”
“Forewarned is forearmed, as they say,” he replied. “After we have performed the blood rite twice more, you will be as I am.”
“Are there more like you? More “Balance keepers”?” I asked, toying with his hair.
“More like me, yes. Balance keepers, no. Not all that are turned can be entrusted with such responsibility. No more talk of this, there is plenty of time to answer your questions about me.” With that he effectively ended the subject.
I still had a million questions jumbling around in my brain, but contented myself with just looking at him. I was already beginning to feel the change that he spoke of.
“One last question, my love, and I will desist. How old are you? I mean how long have you existed, from physical birth until now?”
“I was born November 13, 1485. I am five hundred and nineteen years old. I was 38 when I was reborn to this life. Hush now, you must rest.”
The fire had burned to embers, casting the room in a ruddy glow. Snuggled closer to my love and traced circles on his muscled chest and stomach with a lock of my hair. I was rewarded a sharp intake of breathe for my efforts. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him and kissed his eyelids. He opened his eyes and I was momentarily stunned. His eyes were the same color as mine!!! They were slate blue with the pupils ringed in gold. I wondered if it was some kind of trick of the light, I had never seen anyone else with eyes like mine….
Ladislao chuckled…again reading my thoughts, “No trick, I was born with this color, although they do change with my mood. Another gift of the Gods, I suppose.”
Content, I closed my eyes, and snuggled closer. He gathered me close and began to sing softly into my hair. He sang in a language foreign to me. As I drifted off to sleep the words some how translated themselves and in my slumber I understood them.
“A stone\'s throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And through a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness
I\'m lost without you
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
And fall into the sea
I\'m mad about you”
“And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient songs of sadness
But every step I thought of you
Every footstep only you
And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean
Tell me, how much longer?
How much longer?”
“They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king
But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing
These are the works of man
This is the sum of our ambition
It would make a prison of my life
If you became another\'s wife
With every prison blown to dust
My enemies walk free
I\'m mad about you”
“And I have never in my life
Felt more alone than I do now
Although I claim dominions over all I see
It means nothing to me
There are no victories
In all our histories, without love”***
*** Mad about you - Sting
“Forewarned is forearmed, as they say,” he replied. “After we have performed the blood rite twice more, you will be as I am.”
“Are there more like you? More “Balance keepers”?” I asked, toying with his hair.
“More like me, yes. Balance keepers, no. Not all that are turned can be entrusted with such responsibility. No more talk of this, there is plenty of time to answer your questions about me.” With that he effectively ended the subject.
I still had a million questions jumbling around in my brain, but contented myself with just looking at him. I was already beginning to feel the change that he spoke of.
“One last question, my love, and I will desist. How old are you? I mean how long have you existed, from physical birth until now?”
“I was born November 13, 1485. I am five hundred and nineteen years old. I was 38 when I was reborn to this life. Hush now, you must rest.”
The fire had burned to embers, casting the room in a ruddy glow. Snuggled closer to my love and traced circles on his muscled chest and stomach with a lock of my hair. I was rewarded a sharp intake of breathe for my efforts. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him and kissed his eyelids. He opened his eyes and I was momentarily stunned. His eyes were the same color as mine!!! They were slate blue with the pupils ringed in gold. I wondered if it was some kind of trick of the light, I had never seen anyone else with eyes like mine….
Ladislao chuckled…again reading my thoughts, “No trick, I was born with this color, although they do change with my mood. Another gift of the Gods, I suppose.”
Content, I closed my eyes, and snuggled closer. He gathered me close and began to sing softly into my hair. He sang in a language foreign to me. As I drifted off to sleep the words some how translated themselves and in my slumber I understood them.
“A stone\'s throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And through a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness
I\'m lost without you
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
And fall into the sea
I\'m mad about you”
“And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient songs of sadness
But every step I thought of you
Every footstep only you
And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean
Tell me, how much longer?
How much longer?”
“They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king
But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing
These are the works of man
This is the sum of our ambition
It would make a prison of my life
If you became another\'s wife
With every prison blown to dust
My enemies walk free
I\'m mad about you”
“And I have never in my life
Felt more alone than I do now
Although I claim dominions over all I see
It means nothing to me
There are no victories
In all our histories, without love”***
*** Mad about you - Sting