by Michelle Martin

Created on: April 02, 2009

"Whispers of Promises to come"

I could feel his breath on my neck. Whispers of promises to come of promises to come. Teeth sharp and ready. He breaks the skin just a little. I gasp and draw in a deep breath. Red lights flash before my eyes and the pain is welcome. This is the only way I can feel. Life took the feeling from me years ago. He wraps me in a tight embrace laying kisses down my neck. Running his hands up and down my back. I can feel the blood running down on to the pillow. Light headed I reach for him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything. I am ready for him to take me to his world.

I can feel my heart slow. It wont be long now and I will be fully part of his universe. My old life runs through my head. Images of my family that is now all gone. Taken from me in the most horrible way. He saved me. Rescued me from the fire of my childhood home. I have been his for awhile now. Raised in the fold but not turned. He says it is time to decide. I am growing older and I am now old enough to be on my own. If I wait to much longer I will be to old for it to look right to every one around us. Keeping the secret is important.

My breathing is slowing even more now. He runs his hands through my hair and tells me that its not to late yet. That its not to late to back out. I still have a choice. I reach up to brush my hand along his face. That face is so familiar to me. His images fill much of my memories. Almost as much as my natural family. He whispers in my ear that he loves me. I believe he does love me as much as any immortal can.

My hands grow cold and he tells me that it is the way its supposed to be. I finally ask him how old he is. He looks at me with those blue green eyes that I love so much and tells me that he is over 500 years old. We will have alot to talk about when I return.

I can feel the life run out of me on to the pillow and he tells me that its almost time for the finish. He says that it will hurt to turn but that I wont remember in the end. His face is now a blur and I hear a loud hum in my ears.

My last look at him revealed a tear running down his cheek as he bent down to finish what he started.

Is this painful for him as well? I will have to ask him when I come back. I know this is the only way.

I open my eyes to darkness. I can feel him laying beside me. I don't feel different.

Wait, yes I do.

I am hungry.

I am very hungry.

I reach over to wake him.

Time to feed.

Time to love.

Time to live.

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