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Blood Flower & Dark Hunter: Reunion
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
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Friday, 24th June 2005 @ 07:06:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Decades…
Compared to the unimaginable wait of eternity, decades are merely a grain of sand amongst the boundless deserts of Time. Yet, simply decades I have lingered… restless… Hunter-less… and when Mercy decided to show sympathy, I slept and dreamt… but even in my reckless attempts of slumber, the dreams that spun within my subconscious mind were… horrendous.
One that plagued my waking hours, even till this very day, of my precious hunter screaming for my aid, as his tall frame was consumed in the Sun’s singed kisses… I could do nothing… Gods, with all my ancient power and relentless strength… I stood, paralyzed, and did nothing… watching with excruciating agony the death of my love… my Hunter...
Only a quivering mass of burning flesh, blood-curdling cries of intolerable suffering… then…
Silence…
A wretched stillness that seemed to consume the world and myself along with it… followed closely by the soft and sickening whisper of wind sifting through ashes…
I would awaken with the horrific bawling of my lover resonating unbearably through the contours of my being… It went on that way for years… years of fleeting moments of tranquility, and stumbling right behind those few hours of serenity was a familiar and hideous face; Depression. I assure you, decades without your child, your lover… your SOUL…is a perpetuity within itself.
The thought of not having him by my side, observing with intense concentration and utter curiosity at very movement I made, every life I stole with my arctic kiss… the thought of such a ludicrous occurrence would have never stepped foot in the threshold of my mind… However, 40 moons had risen and fallen with solemn smiles of reassurance, “He will return to you…” uttered tenderly amid the Northern and Eastern winds. And for the last 10 years of those ruthless 40, I willed myself to sleep… profound, dreamless sleep… sleep because there was no other purpose left for me; loneliness within itself could not destroy me, neglect was insufficient, and so… I slept.
I suppose I still had a fading vapor of hope, of this I could not deny, for if I hadn’t believed that he would return to me, I would have most willingly sacrificed myself to the Sun and her searing beauty. Perhaps… a part of me knew he still existed, stalking some unknown street in some unknown country, feeding without remorse from the veins of the Evil Ones. However, in all my frantic endeavors, I knew not his whereabouts, his emotions, his thoughts… I knew nothing… and that frightened me beyond any human comprehension…
For, the Mark that we shared united us even if we were worlds apart. The Mark was our bond, our means of communication when words were lost in translation… And now as I speak of it, I remember it was that very thing that had resurrected me from my dead-like slumber; the blinding torture of the trill note and crescent moon carvings beneath the hairline of the back of my neck. I had risen abruptly from my tomb of 40 years, gasping for breath as if the 3 centuries that I had lived without the intuitive human body reaction of breathing, had all caught up to me then. I felt as though, for an ephemeral moment, that I was mortal again… My heart thrashed vigorously against my ribs, lungs burned for breath, the agony and exhilaration of it all provoked a long, primal howl from my lips.
Such merciless pain… such delicious apprehension… I knew that the cause of the blistering pulse of my Mark could only mean… He was near!! Oh! so tantalizingly near, that it tore my heart and soul, desecrating everything inside of me, and with growing terror, I thought I would die that very moment… in that small lapse in time, when my beloved destroyer of darkness was only a few steps beyond my reach, I truly believed that death would seize me… leaving him to roam the infinite nights alone. Nevertheless, there I was, staring at the haggard and undoubtedly insane image of my own self through his warm hazel eyes. It seemed as though we stayed in that position, eyes locked and searching, for eons… not a word spoken, only the occasional sigh escaping stealthily from our lips.
He was as perfect and divine as I had last seen him so many long years ago. His hair danced on the quiet winds as if a shadow, complexion slightly paler, yet it still held that distinctive radiance that I utterly adored. And those eyes! Gods, those enchanting honey-green eyes! So vivid… so completely riveting, that one glance rendered me speechless… one mere gaze held me captive for as long as he wanted me to be… His looming frame was not encompassed in fire, like those horrifying visions had made it… He was massive in height, rippling muscles radiated inhuman strength, everything about him destroyed the walls around my heart… and I loved him more and more each moment. He was my liberated child, my ever-curious student, my tender lover… my Saint… He was… everything. And after 4 seemingly endless decades, he stood before me with tears in his heaven eyes, my hands in his, whispering deliciously, “I love you, my precious flower…”
I did not want to blink my eyes, nor take in a breath, for in fear of ruining this gorgeous moment, this… surreal and splendiferous dream. I had so many questions to ask him, so many things I yearned to know and understand! Why did you leave me? What new task did you need to pursue and annihilate that made you stay for so long? Did you think of me? If it wasn’t a journey to meet duties unheeded, then what was it? Was there another? IS there another? Will you stay, just for a few minutes more, here in my arms before you flee? I believed that he saw all of it, that battle raging inside of me, all of the doubt and despair… oh, the relentless fear of losing him… He sensed it and immediately embraced me, not only with his warm, gentle arms, but with his heart and soul… he embraced me completely, covering me with his blanket of love, and exclaimed,
“There will never be another, my love… I am forever yours, your eternal slave of love and vampiric need.”
No… I wouldn’t utter a word… I wouldn’t interrupt him with my foolish inquisitions… I told myself to remain silent, only satiate the hunger within him for my kiss and touch… this I gave, and so much more. Midnight seduction, bloody fantasies made a reality; blissful lovemaking ‘neath the moonlight that would render any angel to weep… my fears were cast aside, useless, and my questions were put at bay… I knew he had a very long tale to share, so I would only listen. Listen and savor every syllable he spoke till it ended. With an inviting kiss and comforting caress, I bade him to tell his story.
“My questions can wait. I want your voice, douce chasseur… I want your words…
“I know you have much to tell…”
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FleurdeSang
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Re: Blood Flower & Dark Hunter: Reunion
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by bobotheclown on
Friday, 24th June 2005 @ 10:59:52 PM AEST
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Yes, this was definitely worth reading my
dear Steph. This was totally and utterly
captivating it was so descriptive and so vivid
and I stand in awe of your extensive writing
abilities. You should seriously publish this
and give Edgar Allan Poe a run for his
money! Wow... yeah I loved this and I think
how it was written in prose form rather than
as a poem really added to the write. I loved it
Steph thanks for sharing with us!
*hugs*
Joel
P.S. I find it funny that whenever you tell me
that you have writer's block the next day I read
an absolute gem of a write. :p |
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Re: Blood Flower & Dark Hunter: Reunion
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by Vampirequeen on
Saturday, 25th June 2005 @ 12:28:33 AM AEST
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wow i say it was worth reading i had to read it again.
You are one talented writer.
I am in awww |
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Re: Blood Flower & Dark Hunter: Reunion
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by FleurdeSang on
Saturday, 25th June 2005 @ 06:05:08 PM AEST
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Hahaha! ^.^ Why, thank you , Joel! Well, I can't really explain the reasons of my sudden "NON-Writer's Block", it just happens, lol. Usually around 2 in the morning I get inspired to write... *shrugs*. But, hey, they are worth reading, yes? lol. Thanks so much for your gorgeous comments, cheri Joel & Karen! Always a pleasure hearing from you both! *hugs* All my love.
~*Stephy*~ |
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