Ewige Risse - Chapter 5
Dark stands by his bedroom window, its stained glass work creating patterns of colour across his face, staring with distant eyes into the depths of the night. His pale flesh is lucent with the pure, whitewashed glow of the moon, and his vampiric eyes mirror the many stars blinking on heaven's face. His features are relaxed, serene, and almost sad.
I lie on Dark's bed, the soft silk of the sheet caressing my lifeless body. My back is turned to him, and I stare at the opposite wall with the same distant-like eyes. Absent in my own thoughts, my only acknowledgement of Dark's presence is the sound of his slow, rhythmic breath. He suffers. I know he does, and I am all but fearful. I do not fear anymore.
My soul is broken.
Dark rouses from his trance, a breath of soft air passing his lips as he sighs. The sounds of his hushed footfalls draw near to where I lie, and the form of a shadowed figure passes into my vision. My gaze remains where it had been fixed on the wall, unfocused, as though Dark's body had not obscured it from my view.
His wavering hand reaches out to touch the soft flesh of my cheek and I wince involuntarily under his fingertips, but his hands are gentle. A pained grimace arises at the corners of his slender lips.
"I am so cunningly a monster," Dark murmurs, his fingertips raining soft caresses upon my cheek and lips, "I have lain your innocent heart in pain. For that I sin, and for that I suffer."
"Vhy did you do it, Dark?" I now look up into his eyes; a glossy sheen of tears forming in my own. "Do you enjoy lacerating my body with pain until I bleed and cry?"
He opens his mouth as though to speak, but the words die in his throat. Dark gazes down at me, his eyebrows arched elegantly in anguish.
I...I don't know why I did it...
The familiar sensation of a dull pressure eventuates inside my skull as Dark's thoughts are conveyed in my consciousness. Fleeting images from his past memories follow his silent words, but they pass too rapidly for me to distinguish one memory form another.
No, that's not true. I am envious of your innocence, the purity of your soul. Try to understand, Daisuke, innocence and purity are not things I can salvage. I am a vampire. The real power that controls us is the shameful, endless, consuming, unquenchable greed for blood.
There is a pause in Dark's thoughts.
The sick cruelty... The sick desire...
Dark surceases the telepathic bond, withdrawing his thoughts from my mind and the manifestation of his memories vanishes. He settles himself on the bed beside my body and strokes my crimson locks with slender, effeminate fingers, his touch slow and delicate.
"Daisuke..." Dark voices undertone, "I cannot offer compensation for what I have done. I can't ask forgiveness of you. But I promise to you I won't hurt you like that again."
I nod slightly, the gesture almost unnoticeable, but as I do so Dark stands, lifting his weight from the bed. Can I trust in him to remain sincere in his promise?
"I have to go away for a night or two on important business," Dark says as he steps across the room, back to the window. "You may wander as you like, but I only ask you to use your discretion and keep out of places you needn't be."
He opens the window, his glossy purple hair roused by a whispered breeze as liquid moonlight spills across the floor and onto the opposite wall. He rests his hands on the sill of the window, leaning against it with his head declined in a bow to the foreboding night sky. The rhythm of Dark's breath quickens abruptly and the length of his body goes rigid.
I can only watch as Dark's eyes are set ablaze in crimson and his bloodless, sylphlike lip curves up over his daemonic fangs. An earsplitting screech resounds in the night air as his back arcs over with painful severity. He clutches at his chest and I cower under the sheets, this occurrence all too familiar.
The overwhelming display of crimson blood splattering across the concrete leaves me breathless...
Two beautiful, majestic wings burst forth from the flesh of Dark's back, the feathers an exquisite hue of midnight. The resulting wounds weep scarlet tears, blood slowly saturating the inklike material of his shirt. A tremor ripples through Dark's spine and he casts his infernal glare upon me. My eyes encounter his own and he holds my gaze captive, forbidding me to look elsewhere.
"Even immortals regret, Daisuke," Dark's says, his voice jarring hoarsely against my ears. "Think on that while I'm gone."
He steps lightly onto the windowsill. Wind rushes through the sleek, lustrous feathers as Dark's figure bounds through the open window and takes flight into the night sky, displaying the striking length of his wingspan.
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Dark's receding figure finally ceases into the landscape. I sit up to rest my back against the dusky wood of the headboard, silken sheets flowing down my slight chest. An anguished moan emits from my throat as torrents of pain swell from the small of my back. I attempt to angle my legs over the side of the bed to stand, but to no avail. Tears spring to the corners of my eyes, the pain striking my back again with a new intensity.
I inwardly curse Dark for his assailment, and I try to repress the tears threatening to overflow. But the tears of pain soon become bitter tears of my anguished mentality, and I succumb to the anvil chorus of my soul. Sobs violently racking my body as resentful tears well over and spill from my eyes, leaving damp trails down my cheeks. Drawing my knees into my chest, I curl my naked body into a protective ball and encircle my knees with my arms, as though to shield myself from my own strangled thoughts.
I then feel two strong, tender arms wrap around my body and I fasten myself almost desperately onto the owner's chest. My tears are ceaselessly shed as I weep in the arms of the mysterious intruder, staining the soft cotton pressing against my cheek. A finger is gently hooked beneath my chin, forcing my gaze upward, and I encounter two captivating golden eyes.
Hey guys, long time no see. Sorry for the long update, this was the hardest chapter for me to write so far, and it's the worst one yet. I promise the next chapter will be better. Maybe some lemon.
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