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Unlovable - Part 1

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*Armand P.O.V.*

Armand stood there and let the hot beads of water hit his pre-natural skin and wishing it could numb his heart like it numbed his body. His heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

`I honestly don't know why I'm so surprised. After all, I should have known that this would happen. Why did I think that he would be any different then the others? Why did I trust my heart to him? Andrei, you are a fool.'

A blood tear slipped from his eye, quickly washed away without a trace...just like Daniel, like Sybelle, Lestat, Louis, Santino, Marius...Just like everyone he had ever loved. They all left and he was always left alone. More blood tears followed. Was it asking so much? Was he so terrible that no one could love him and not run away after they got bored. He had never really been loved, just used. He should be used to this by now. After 500 years of the same thing. Yet time after time he was foolish enough to fall in love and bit by bit, piece by piece, he had given away his heart to where it was almost gone. First to Marius, no...first to his father, then to Dante, THEN to Marius, Santino, Allesandra, Lestat, Nicholas, Santiago, Louis, again to Lestat (he held two), to his precious child Daniel, and finally to Sybelle. Daniel had been but the last to hurt him, not the only. He could only give so much before he was empty. No more, he couldn't give anymore. His heart, he, couldn't take it. He had one piece of his heart left, one last bit of will to live.

pain to end. But what can I do? The sun wouldn't work, didn't the last time I'd tried. In 500 years I have yet to go underground. Lestat has twice and I know that my life has been much harder but...no, the ground reminds me of Les Inocents and of the Theatre des Vampyres. But what else is there to do?'

Armand froze in place, thoughts of the Theatre coming to mind... memories of Nicholas and how he'd left this world. The Fire!!! Yes, that is what he would do. Why not go out with a bang! And if the fire wouldn't destroy him he could always ask one of the elders to destroy him, one he didn't know very well. Suddenly he felt sad that it had come to the point where he no longer desired to continue living.

`Why Daniel?! I loved you, I still love you. How could you leave me?'

Armand quickly wiped away the blood tears and stepped out the cold water. He had used up the last bit of heat. He smiled bitterly, there was a metaphor there he didn't care to ponder. It wouldn't matter much soon. His plans had to work. It seemed to be the only way, he just couldn't do it anymore. So it was decided. He would start preperations tomorrow night. And with that and a grim resolution in liquid brown eyes he surrendered to the death sleep. He had been so caught up thinking he had lost track of the night. Before he hit the ground however he felt warm arms encircle him and the last thing he remembered were green eyes looking lovingly at him.

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Part 2

*Mekare P.O.V.*

`I wonder how my children are doing.'

Using my powerful mind I prepared to check on my, dearest children, the coven formed during Akasha's awakening. I suppressed a shudder at that thought as I remembered my own state of mind at that moment.

`Who should I check on first tonight?'

After debating it silently I knew just who to spy...er, check on. Armand. Out of all my children I find him the most intriguing. I know Khayman feels the same from Lestat's autobiography. How did I know about those, let alone read them? Simple. Eric, Maharet's fledgling, would bring them with him when he came and she would use her superior mental abilities to put him out of it for about thirty minutes and read the book before awakening Eric and erasing his memory of what had happened. She had a reputation to maintain after all. When her Armand, her angelic demon, had written a book she had felt absolutely ecstatic. The hell with reputation and secrecy, she had summoned the book from the Sonoma Compound to where she rested. Though she had to admit, it had been hilarious to witness Eric tearing after the book in an effort to catch it with Mael, Jessie, Maharet, and Khayman following him in Lestat-ish curiosity. I'm sure you can just imagine the look on their faces when they saw who had summoned the book. I had previously been unaware that jaws could drop so low. They then told me that the next time one of the coven wrote a book they would bring a copy directly here. Of course, when Eric asked why they were telling this to an otherwise mindless statue, I sent the book flying at his head. The look on his face was priceless, a real Kodak moment. After that the other four grabbed Eric and after a quick good-bye to me left me alone. Summoning the book back to me I set about to reading it. When she was finished reading The Vampire Armand she felt her mind lapse into shock. Rape?! Her child? Burned?! Kidnapped?! She had felt the disturbance a year ago and had known that vampires had been going into the sun, Mael included, but...she had never known that Armand had been one of them. Luckily, like Mael, Armand had survived the encounter.

`Alright enough reminiscing, am I going to spy...er, check on him or not?'

With that thought in mind, I reached out and touched her dark child's mind...and all at once was flooded by a series of emotion. Despair, Loneliness...Pain. I almost screamed (if I had a tongue I would have)but...there was so much pain! My god, and my precious one was feeling this?! With new resolution I began to probe his mind, quietly so he wouldn't notice, and was hit with images of Daniel and what he had done. I shook with a quiet rage but got it under control quickly lest my child notice. Just as I was leaving I was hit with one last thought which left me sitting in shock. My child, my precious Armand was planning to kill himself. He was going to blow up his villa on night island with him inside it and hope that the fire killed him and if it didn't then he was going to ask one the elders to destroy him.

`No! He couldn't! How could I not see this? How could I not have noticed all the pain and loneliness he was feeling?'

That settled it. She was going to Night Island now! There was no way that she was going to let her dark angel just give it all up. Her child need her, needed someone, anyone, desperately.

`I will show him that he isn't alone. That someone cares, that I care and that I won't leave him alone. It is time to live once more. I will not lose my child.'

That settled she was flying towards Night Island within seconds, missing completely the faces of Eric and Maharet when they found her gone.

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