Cold Glass

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It wasn't the first time he found himself here. It wouldn't be the last either.. Through all the years, there wasn't a sight more familiar to him than the narrow view of the world through the panes of a window. The way the light reflected it's sparkling hues against the glass, and despite his perfect vision, he would squint just a little, because even perfect vision didn't mean you could see through the parade of color dancing across the glass.. Not even when you were a vampire.

That was one thing he hated most about being what he was.. Everyone thought vampires were the gods of darkness. They could do anything. Fly, and see through brick walls, read your mind. They were resilient to pain, and their hands could grow back if you chopped them off.. He could almost laugh at the mortals who painted such fantastical images.. Made them look like heroes..

One thing was sure to never change.. and that was that just as any other creature, they could feel pain.. The only darkness he was the master of now, was that in his heart, and even so, sometimes he wondered if the darkness wasn't the master of him.

So he would just look out that window, and wish that it never happened, or the circumstances were better. He'd even think about what it was like to be a mortal, to walk the streets without a thought in the world.. To ride around in a fancy car, and to go to fancy buildings, where fancy men and women hosted even fancier parties.. Just to know for a moment what it would feel like to drink just a tad too much wine, where his accent would make all the women, and some of them men, smile in tolerance. How the liquor would feel buzzing through his brain and making everything softer on the edges.. Like a finely woven dress..flowing..

All he could see though, was the people who lived that life.. The women with their curvaceous bodies pressed against their male counterparts in flirtatious roles of 'catch me'. Then reminded again that the only time he had a curvaceous woman pressed to him, or even a man, was when he was stealing their life.

Such an ugly thing.. To take the life from another, even when you knew they deserved nothing less. To hunt the streets and kill only those whose hearts were as black as the night..as his was. Yet it never felt good, it never felt right afterwards..Yes, only afterwards. When the rush of hot blood had stopped sending that delicious shiver through his body.. When it had stopped making him hard and feeling high off of it, where perhaps he felt, just for a moment, a little like those men and woman sipping too much wine from the goblet.. Then it would fade, and he'd be left with the body growing cold on the street, and that was never good.. No, because it meant burying it later in the wet, dank earth.. And all wet earth in that situation smelled horribly of death, even when the body was still fresh.. Because death plagued him.

The grim reaper.. He carried the scythe of death in his pocket. Brought it with him on his nightly 'errands'. At least, that's what he told the clerk lady wasn't it? The woman who sat behind the desk at his job. Not because he needed the money, or because he had a need to be the head of a major company, which did what but to collect money through stocks.. and all of that went to charity of course.

All of these dark thoughts roamed his mind like swarms of stinging bees, each tiny little hornet carrying with it a dark thought.. His expression mostly blank except his eyes, which despite their bright blue, somehow looked dull.. Or his pale skin which should have looked as fresh as powdered snow managed to look tinted with the greyness of death..His blood red lips only offering even bloodier thoughts.. And like always, he wore black.. A symbol for so many things.

Except, it was the second night of this wasn't it? He'd sat here all night as soon as the sun set, until it rose again, last night.. Only getting up when the faint light burned the sensitive tissue of his eyes, and he went to bed.. He had planned to do so again, only one familiar interrupted him..

He made no inclination to move, continuing to stare out the window. Trying to coax the stinging bees back into his mind.. Sometimes he was asked why he allowed himself to be in pain like that, but the truth was..he liked it in his own way. To be able to remember, to think about what he really was.. Instead of ignoring it.

It was times like this where he allowed himself to feel his mortality again. Let himself know pain, regret..and loathing. It wasn't because he wanted pity, he cared nothing for that.. He just wanted to look out the window and imagine what it must feel like to eat some chinese lo mein that was just a bit too spicy for once. Though he had never known the flavor, never would.. Then it was those little thoughts that caused him to sigh softly to himself and tune out that presence behind him. Ignoring it as he let his own thoughts pile up, one over the other.. His mind a haze of nothing but darkness.

"What is it this time? Will you tell me nothing?" The voice was distant, watery. As if it belonged in a dream, or behind a thick wall, though it was most certainly right behind him. Too close in fact..The hand coming down to rest upon his shoulder. Fingers slender and well groomed, the bones fine enough that they could have almost been the hands of a woman, but they weren't. The knuckles were too large perhaps to be a lady's hand.

Lips parted against the cool glass of the window, the glass steaming from his breath before he lifted his head and watched the shadow shift until the body who it belonged to was in front of him.. Dark raven blue hair and midnight blue eyes.. Skin as fair as the white petals of a rose, and features almost as delicate.. Except there was strength there too in the lean body which he knew, had known years of training in an army.. Though his thoughts didn't feel like going there now.. So he didn't let them.

"You've been staring out the window all night.. Melnyr, please say something.." The voice was soft, imploring and hurt.. He hated to see his lover hurt.. But it just didn't feel right yet to speak of anything. "I"m alright.." He answered finally, his deeper timber hinting at some foreign accent, lilting and with a calming quality.. It was almost mesmerizing.

"You havn't looked alright since the day before yesterday.. Mel, I'm worried about you. sometimes you lapse into these silences..sitting in one place like a statue for hours..you don't even seem to breathe. Crazy thoughts go through my head like, wondering if you're still alive.. Even though I know that you must be.." The smaller male sighed and looked down at Melnyr.. "End this.. and tell me what it's all about..please."

Blood red lips smiled slightly as he shifted in his seat.. "Rachmus.. I do not feel like talking about it.. Go to bed. I know you are walking without strength, I feel the sun is rising.. Sleep, my Love.. I will be there..soon." He smiled, but it was faint, and his lover knew it was hard fr him to do so..but he only nodded in return.. Walking towards their chambers, a blank look upon his pale features.. Though his gaze was worried.

The night continued its dance.. Bright blue eyes peering out the glass window which glittered with the reflections of the city below. His sensitive ears picking up the sound of the world around him.. Rachmus sliding into bed as the mattress springs creaked. Cars on the streets, their motors purring softly.. His lashes falling closed a moment before he stood, the chair screeching softly on the floor as he brushed a few strands of silver-blue hair from his face.. His footsteps as light as air.. Pushing open the bedroom door as the younger male smiled at him.. "Glad you decided to join me.." A slender hand pulling down the covers of the bedspread, inviting him in with a gentle gesture..

He pulled his clothing off, shedding the black garments like a cloying breath pressed by a fresh wind.. Laying within the arms of his love. Pressing the warm, naked body to his own in a silent plea for comfort.. No words exchanged for a few moments before he ran his hands down the other's back.. "You're cold.." But there was only a slight nod in response.. "..Feed with me tomorrow then.. and afterwards, I will tell you why I have been so quiet.."

As always, the darkness awaited him..but this time, he slipped into it gratefully. Letting it squash the buzzing bee's and their stinging tails. Ending his desolate thoughts by the grace of his love. until the next time he would stare out the pane of his favourite window..Wishing for just one cup too many, of rich red wine.. Wine that looked so much like blood..through the cold glass..

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So..what do you all think? XD I'd love to hear comments from everyone, your opinions and all. There will be more to this story, but I can't guarantee exactly when it'll be in..Within the next couple of weeks though I'm sure.. And don't worry, things are mellow now, but that's just so you get a bit of a feel for the characters XP