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Post by Kalindria on Aug 13, 2005 23:01:12 GMT -5
Kalindria paced outside his room, the physicians had been in there a very long time, every now and again one would emerge and race off in assorted directions, each time, returning with a vile of some liquid or bandages. She paced, not wanting to interrupt them, longing to be at his side when finally, the four doctors emerged looking tired and told her she could go in and see him now.
She composed herself and then Kalindria walked into the dark room where Faust lay on his bed looking every bit as blood drained and tired as she had imagined.
“Hey.” She said, as she walked to the edge of his bed and sat, taking one of his hands in her own, the other hand brushing a renegade lock of his hair from his face.
Everything had happened so fast, she scarcely even remembered her own rage though felt the strain of the immense power used to destroy the rest of the assassins.
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Post by Faust on Aug 13, 2005 23:08:47 GMT -5
Faust looked so tired. He was as pale as any vampire, so pale in fact that you could see his veins under his skin clearly. His eyes were unfocused, looking off into space, as it was most likely he was drugged for the operation.
He heard Kalindria speak to him, though it sounded far off. "Kalindria, my love? Is that you?" He whispered. His voice sounded horrible, rasping, tired, as if it hurt for him to speak.
His dulled eyes traced around the blurry room for any sign of her, but he gave up when he felt her hand on his. His entire torso was wrapped in bandages, blood stained, brown bandages. His body was in so much pain, though he knew he was going to live it hurt so much now that he felt it better if he would have died.
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Post by Kalindria on Aug 13, 2005 23:30:09 GMT -5
“Don’t think such thoughts.” She said softly as she placed a soft kiss on his forehead, her hand still holding his, with a gentleness not known in any of her kind.
Kalindria, though very tired herself, could feel his pain, having just merely tasted of his blood, she could feel him his emotions, his pain or happiness, she had sealed a link between them already that could not be broken, and it was all she could do, to keep herself from crying at his side over what he was feeling.
“It will get better, more bearable my love, just hold on, just stay with me, promise me you will not give in to your pain, promise me you won’t leave me.” She told him, her voice on the edge of fear. He looked so weak, so tired, and his longing for a release of the pain, scared her very much.
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Post by Faust on Aug 13, 2005 23:56:41 GMT -5
"The medics tried..." He said quietly, almost as if he was speaking to thin air, though he knew he was speaking to Kalindria. "I can still feel death hanging on my shoulder. I can feel how close I am to dying."
He felt his way up to her shoulder and weakly pulled her beside himself. He didn't dare pull her closer to his chest for fear of upsetting the wound, but his did wrap an arm around her.
"Kalindria, if I do die please know that every moment with you was bliss." He sighed, though it was so painful to do so. "I love you."
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Post by Kalindria on Aug 14, 2005 0:01:32 GMT -5
“Stop it Faust, you are no sooner going to die than I am.” She scolded him, her words coming out in a sudden anger at his moment of weakness. How dare he even consider such a possibility and then, she closed her eyes and relaxed. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you.” She said in a quiet tone, one that suggested he would never die, so long as she had something to do about it, and he was forgetting one simple thing, and that was the fact that she being vampire, she could be certain that he would remain with her, no matter the case.
And it was true, she would not allow him to leave her, though she would no sooner wish to change hi either, but if gave up, she would do so, in a heart beat. She simply could not stand the thought of a world with out him.
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Post by Faust on Aug 14, 2005 0:10:36 GMT -5
He snuggled closer, feeling her heartbeat within her chest. "I'm sorry." He whispered as he moved his nose over her cheek and neck.
"I want to be with you as long as I can." He suddenly had a thought. What if he grew old, yet she still young. Would she still love him when his youthful looks were long gone? He certainly thought she would stay with him, yet he also thought that it would not be fair to her to have to live with an old man.
The only thing that he feared as much as dying was getting old. He feared that he would grow old and bitter, or weak and feeble, unfit to lead his kingdom. It was the fear of becoming useless and that he would fail his people that made him shiver.
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Post by Kalindria on Aug 14, 2005 0:30:43 GMT -5
“Faust, don’t you dare…” She nearly hissed, though it was a sound of anguish. “I wouldn’t care, stay with me Faust, don’t say your sorry because I don’t want to hear that, I need you…” She near pleaded with him. But she knew he was slipping, he would loose this battle, he had given up, then she wondered about that other part of him, this part he seemed to keep so secret, would it allow him to give up? She would wait and see, she would not turn him less it be her last resort.
“I love you.” She whispered in his ear now, listening to his heart as it seemed to struggle with this fight, not yet giving up, but not suggesting it would hold out much longer with out a more free source of blood to sustain it.
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Post by Faust on Aug 14, 2005 0:38:50 GMT -5
Suddenly he felt it, his heart faultered. His eyes flickered, his lungs started to give in, his heart slowed. "I will always love you." He whispered to Kalindria. "I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time together my love."
His pulse now slowed dangerously, almost dead, almost gone. His usually bright blue-grey eyes dimmed, as if a light behind them had been blown out, a tear falling from it gently. He would miss her.
He was not dead yet, though in another minute he would be without a doubt. He gripped Kalindria's hand tightly, now afraid. He was afraid to die, he could feel his time was out.
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Post by Kalindria on Aug 14, 2005 0:51:04 GMT -5
Her own tears began to flow over her cheeks and she prized her hand form his. “No…” She whispered softly and she brought her wrist ip to her mouth and then parted her lips, her canines extended and she tore her own flesh, then, watching the blood begin to flow, she pressed her wrist against his lips. “Then drink my love, please, don’t go, drink.” She was openly sobbing now, even her shoulders shook with the effort as her blood began to slip through his lips, a fiery liquid the likes of which he would not soon forget.
She knew he would go through even greater pains, having fed from the purest and perhaps most ancient of things, the fire that would course through his veins would burn like nothing he had ever felt in his entire life, the visions he would witness, telemetries she held of things far long past and the feelings that would enter his mind, those of the deepest rage and iciness, and those of the warmest as well. In short, if he thought he was in pain now, all of that, mixed with his mortal body dying, was not exactly going to feel too good at all. Lesser men had died, even trying this.
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Post by Faust on Aug 14, 2005 1:05:10 GMT -5
He felt the blood go down his throat, choking on it slightly. He felt it ravage his body suddenly, ripping at his insides, setting his very soul on fire, but then he felt his heart stop, his breath too, and then something odd happened.
Everything seemed to stop, he could see everything so clearly, his room, Kalindria, even the dust from his bed in the air. He felt something hot rise up inside hip, from the chest and it burst forth as time seemed to start again.
The blood that went down his throat was rejected, hacked up and shot across the room in a cough. Faust's body seemed to light on fire, a sickly green color that burned him but only him with a pain so great that it felt like dying again.
He snapped from the lying position and and grabbed Kalindria by the shoulders. He spun her around so that he was on top of her and his features seemingly changed. His kind eyes glowed a sickly green and his pupils were narrowed to slits.
It seemed it wasn't Faust there anymore but something else, something evil. "Vampire whore!" He yelled, his voice echoing strangely in his own throat. "Interfering will earn you a ticket to Hell!"
Suddenly the flames were gone and Faust collapsed on top of her, barely concious. The blood was burned away, as were the bandages. The wound was gone, only a horrible, round scar was left in it's place.
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Post by Kalindria on Aug 14, 2005 1:13:37 GMT -5
Kalindria raised a brow as the voice spoke to her, she allowed it to turn her over, as this was Faust’s body still, she would not have fought back, not even to save her own life. Now, as he lay on top her, she did nothing more than wrap her arms about his shoulders and smile. So, she hadn’t needed to change him after all, it was as she had hoped.
One hand finally eased up off the embrace she gave him about his shoulders an unmoved to once again wipe the hair from his face, the thought of what had just transpired at the edge of her thinking, but now wasn’t the time to contemplate what had happened, she really didn’t care just now, simply having him alive, and not as vampire, was enough for her just now.
“My love…” she whispered in his ear, knowing he would hear her.
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Post by Faust on Aug 14, 2005 1:18:04 GMT -5
Faust heard her words and his response was a sigh, having no strength to even speak. His eyelid flickered as he drifted off into a sleep.
Her heartbeat as his lullaby, her arms his blanket. He knew she loved him, knew she would always be there for him. He knew he would always be there for her too.
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Post by Kalindria on Aug 14, 2005 1:38:17 GMT -5
She expected no response from him, she held him close to her, allowed him to sleep on her, her own eyes beginning to shut now in her exhaustion. She would drift in and out through the daylight hours, every now and again the vision of that ill fated omen coming to her minds eyes as she began to become fitful in her sleep, Faust having slid off her to now lay at her side as the sight of those green eyes entered her mind in her sleep, her subconscious mind warning her to head their warning, but each time they appeared, she would wake with a start, turn and gaze at Faust before slipping off to slumber again.
She loved him more deeply than anything, and what ever that was, it gave him back to her, and for that she was thankful, though at the same time, she would dream of that presence until she knew it.
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