Post by don on Mar 27, 2007 19:38:16 GMT -5
Don thought of Elizabeth’s heavy eyelashes, silken hair, and wicked smile, but knew that those words described a vampire, not his mortal wife. She had changed, even if she did not realize, and he sensed the difference so strongly that his memory of her had been mutated into something ugly. She used to detest make up, believing that women used it to only to further arouse their own vanity. But he remembered her face and the kohl drawn around her eyelids. Perhaps if he had grown with her, discovering these changes along side her, he would not feel as if her memory had been soiled, but he did. He sharp nails dug into his palms, cutting into bloodless flesh.
“I don’t love her anymore,” he said in a voice devoid of feeling. He turned his eyes towards the darkness which Elizabeth disappeared into.
“Or not as a used to.”
Don reached out to Giselle and touched a flaming lock, running his fingers along its silken sheen.
“She’s not Elizabeth, but she is a vampire. Some things have changed too much for me to ignore. Perhaps in my life more than in her.”
He had an overwhelming urge to kiss Giselle, but dropped his hands to his sides and kept a safe distance away, as if being near her had a pull on him that went beyond reason. His long black hair hung in front of his face, masking his raised eyes. The sky seemed to lighten as he watched, his tounge sliding of fangs thirsty for blood. The world denied him even that. The desire to feed became the strongest as the sun began to rise.
“We have to find shelter,” he said abruptly, turning to Giselle with a hurried wave of his hands. He began to walk down the alleyway, towards his apartment.
“Come with me.”
“I don’t love her anymore,” he said in a voice devoid of feeling. He turned his eyes towards the darkness which Elizabeth disappeared into.
“Or not as a used to.”
Don reached out to Giselle and touched a flaming lock, running his fingers along its silken sheen.
“She’s not Elizabeth, but she is a vampire. Some things have changed too much for me to ignore. Perhaps in my life more than in her.”
He had an overwhelming urge to kiss Giselle, but dropped his hands to his sides and kept a safe distance away, as if being near her had a pull on him that went beyond reason. His long black hair hung in front of his face, masking his raised eyes. The sky seemed to lighten as he watched, his tounge sliding of fangs thirsty for blood. The world denied him even that. The desire to feed became the strongest as the sun began to rise.
“We have to find shelter,” he said abruptly, turning to Giselle with a hurried wave of his hands. He began to walk down the alleyway, towards his apartment.
“Come with me.”