Embracing a Knife of Ice
Disclaimers: The same boring blurb like ever, the one which every MW-writer knows by heart, which everyone dreads and which we really hate. Belongs all to Mater Glorioso.
Dedication: Pigeon, Mercredi, Mom (I will do what you asked of me by tomorrow ^_~), Julia, Schwienchen and Phoenix from Boyslove, Ralza and those others who commetned on my specs. I would really like to thank you all personally but I am in a bit of a hurry right now ^^;; *rushes away to school*
Titel/Series: Embracing a Knife of Ice / The Farthest Limits of Love
Spoilers: takes place during Book One of Milkeyway, Dream Crime to Torn
Notes: ....Um...strange, the hole thing. Donīt really know what came over me, donīt know what I shall think of this... Lestats thoughts. And whuhu...the serie finally has a name.
Mine.
The word sounds so forgein...
Has ever something been truely mine?
Never.
But now.
He is mine.
And I will keep sure that you stay it.
Will hold you in bonds.
Love.
Hate.
Domination.
Cruelity.
I donīt care which bonds I use to tie you.
My dark saint.
Let me, the sinner, seek solace in your unwilling embrace.
My fallen angel, pulled down from his heavenly haven.
I wont let you escape the grasp of the devil.
You are mine.
Mercifull death.
One day you will be my death.
You, no one else.
Hate me, if you canīt love me.
Kill me, if you canīt live with me.
And be mine forever in this mutal act of annhilation.
A stolen kiss.
Thin body pressed against the unshielding stones of a wall. Two immortals breathing rapidly in the darkness of an sidewalk. Green eyes blazing, shaking hands, a silent plea.
Not here.
Here.
A lazy grin. Torn velvet, falling to reveal silky skin. Trembling lips claimed, forced apart to give way for my wants. Like so many other things I force from you.
No other way for you but to give me what I demand.
No other way you would go.
For her sake.
Yes, give yourself to me completly.
Yield.
Loose your soul to me once again.
Succumb to me, like you succumbed to the darkness I offerd you.
But you donīt even need to give in.
I will get it one way or another.
A soft whimper, cold hands falling from my shoulders. Your body limb in my arms as I lower you. Pale marble skin glowing faint in the darkness as I leave you behind, stepping back into the lights of living, of a busy New Orleans. Leave you to deal with yourself in the ally, just a corner away from life. Leaving you with the echoeing promise of seeing you later. I will see you later.
I will get you.
I have you.
You are mine.
Your waking hours are mine, as are those of unconscious.
Am I haunting your dreams, mon cher?
Am I the dark shadows penatrating your rest?
Am I with you all the time?
I am.
I see it in your eyes.
Those eyes that haunt me in my dreams.
The ties are strong.
Binding us together.
And she is the lock that holds the chains together.
You wont slip out of my grasp.
Not as long as she is there.
Not as long as you keep sacrificing yourself to safe her.
Keep on being the saint, lead yourself to the slaughter to keep her from being the lamb.
She is hating me.
She knows it.
I have known she watched the first time and so many times after as i made you mine.
Are you jealious dear?
That I have a part of him that you will never have?
Which he will never offers to you?
Are you jealious that he is mine?
You are, Claudia.
No need to deny.
You donīt even try to.
After all you are a child. And will forever be one.
You wont grow a older body.
You will always stay his child.
He wont see more in you.
Hate me for it.
Your hate is making the bond even stronger.
Sometimes I regret my actions.
Sometimes.
When I hear a strangled sob, when I see glassy eyes which wont spill a tear.
When I see a small blond angel watching me with eyes older than my own.
When I look in the mirrow and a monster is looking back to me.
There are times when I regret.
Where I wish myself back, where i hope this all a dream, where I hope that I could change everything.
I canīt.
And so I keep on living.
Keep on playing my part.
I am the cruel one in this family after all.
Do you regret it too?
Do you regret Claudia?
An offer.
Back to how things were once.
Between us.
Us all.
If I take her up on her offer, itīs a step back.
A step back to how things were.
Loosening the ties.
A little.
Just a little.
Not letting go.
Just...
Just getting something like a family back together.
Even if itīs all a masquerade.
I will take you up on that offer, my dear.
I will take the blood of a innocent tonight, for you little Claudia.
A silent grin, thinking about shimmering blood in the light of the fire.
It isnīt the first time after all I feast on a innocent.
Cold, so cold.
Iron slicing through my throat.
Warm, so warm.
Blood flowing over my skin.
My blood.
Poison working itīs way through my veins, paralizing my limbs.
Canīt move.
Canīt think.
Everything a blur.
Piercing pain.
Her small body holding me down.
No.
NO!
That wasnīt supposed to happen.
NOT LIKE THIS!
I struggle.
A vain attemp.
That sound.
Gurgling, blubbering.
My blood flowing over my mouth.
A haze of red.
Everything. Everything a deep, deep crimson.
Just you.
A dark figure against it all.
Clear, so clear.
My death.
You were supposed to be my death.
You...
You should have wielded that knife...
Not her..
Not like this...
You...
Louis...
...I wanted...
....not this demon child...
....you...
You.