Status: Re-Writing - Massive changes to story line.
Fireflies.
Welcome Home.
Being an insomniac was a common trait amongst those in our line of work, although Alex was one of the lucky ones, he slept like a baby. Which was a plus when I didn’t want to deal with the whole, waking him up when I sneak out in the morning thing. I slipped out of the sheets, and slipped on my clothes from yesterday, as I swished mouthwash around in my mouth I leant against the generic sink, with its tiny mirror. Alex didn’t know what had happened when I had seen Eric, no one but my boss did, and he had been sworn to secrecy with a thinly veiled threat, one he understood clearly. I pushed the thought away, as the mouthwash began to burn behind my lips. I held it in, as my eyes watered, I held it.
Pain, like anything was a state of mind, very few though could get over the pain. Or have the sheer strength to push themselves over the line, where pain wasn’t an issue. It took time, constantly subjecting yourself to different kinds of pain, until one day you just didn’t feel it anymore. I viewed it differently; I saw it as a way of knowing you were still alive. The way pain tore through your body and into your mind, was a way you could tell you were human, and not one of them. The heartless, void of humanity, sadists by nature vampires that took who they pleased, and did what they desired. I bent over the sink, letting the blue liquid spill across my lips, burning across the sensitive flesh, as it cascaded into the drain below. My tongue, burning as I pressed it against my teeth, as I expelled the rest of the blue fire that had ignited through my mouth.
I ignored my reflection, not wanting to look at what I knew would be pictured within the unframed mirror. My hair, was an onyx river of curls that fell to my mid back, each strand as soft as silk and as dark as midnight. My complexion, ivory and flawless but with a human edge, unlike the greying, perfection of those I hunted. My features delicate, but livid with an energy that many said almost consumed me, but the focus of my face, was my livid green eyes. That burnt with an inner flame, with a fire and rage that never left, like molten emeralds, Alex had said one night, although I had shoved him away and changed the subject. I slipped out of the bathroom, and paused leaning against the door frame as I smiled at the sleeping Alex. The lines of stress and accusation, left him when he was lost to the land of sleep, captivated by thoughts and dreams that were free of our real life horrors. He was peaceful, and there was something almost innocent within his features as he remained oblivious to that around him. I slipped on my boots, reaching into the hidden flap on the inner flap of my boot, pulling out my small Ipod. I held it in my hand as I slipped out the doors, after carefully undoing the many bolts and locks on the door. I slipped out into the early morning light, as I heard the bolts close behind me.
Slipping the headphones into my ears, I search through my songs, until I find something worth listening too. I tilt my head up to the sky as the lyrics scream in my ears, tying my hair back behind me, sliding my fingers through the locks, and smoothing them back. I pause for a moment on the side walk before I take off in a light jog, beginning the five kilometre run back to my apartment. I flick my eyes to the bus stop as I pass it, giving a soft sigh as I see those on it, wrapped up in their bubbles of ignorance. I once again marvelled in the truth behind the statement of, ignorance is bliss as I began my hard run that was mostly up hill.
The run, as always had been hard, although I loved the feeling of burning muscles as they screamed at you to give into the easy desire to quit. I trudged up the flight of stairs, and then the next, pausing at my door, as I caught my breath, my breathing hard as I was covered in a sheen of Sweat. I wiped my brow as I ran my left index finger over the finger print scanner and with a groan deep within the inner door, finally it swung open and I stepped inside.
I pulled the headphones out and chucked my Ipod on the couch, as I made my way to the kitchen for a drink. I reached up undoing the pony tail I had pulled my hair up in before, out. As my long hair tumbled down my back, I went through the automatic motions of grabbing a glass and filling it up with water, as I raised the cool glass to my lips I turned around. I took a sharp intake of breath, and somewhere in the back of the mind I felt the glass slipping from my fingers, and a distant crashing as the glass as it hit the tiles. My heart skipped a beat with a mixture of fear and an oddly, terrifying desire that rippled through me. You know those moments that take you by such compete surprise, they leave your entire world reeling as it spins.
I traced his chiselled jaws, the way his full lips, held a smile that was alluring with the dark edge that promised a pleasure that would be surely mixed with pain, very different from the smile that laced Alex’s lips, that was dangerous yet warm. This was something else, something darker, and far, far more dangerous. I finally lifted my eyes to his, and had to lean against the bench as I struggled to keep his eyes, I wanted to look away no I need to look away. The gleam in those eyes, was stirring something within me. But my pride wouldn’t let me; I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. My thoughts raced a million miles a minute, although it had only been a few seconds that had passed. His smooth rich voice crossed the room, washing over me, and I worked hard to supress a shudder, “well, welcome home darling. “ And with that came the on slaughter of memories, and I felt my eyes narrow into slits, and my words rip up my throat, and across my lips before I had even giving them permission to speak, “what the fuck are you doing here?”. What the fuck indeed, as the king of darkness, the master of pain and manipulation stood in front of me, Eric Ambrotos.
Pain, like anything was a state of mind, very few though could get over the pain. Or have the sheer strength to push themselves over the line, where pain wasn’t an issue. It took time, constantly subjecting yourself to different kinds of pain, until one day you just didn’t feel it anymore. I viewed it differently; I saw it as a way of knowing you were still alive. The way pain tore through your body and into your mind, was a way you could tell you were human, and not one of them. The heartless, void of humanity, sadists by nature vampires that took who they pleased, and did what they desired. I bent over the sink, letting the blue liquid spill across my lips, burning across the sensitive flesh, as it cascaded into the drain below. My tongue, burning as I pressed it against my teeth, as I expelled the rest of the blue fire that had ignited through my mouth.
I ignored my reflection, not wanting to look at what I knew would be pictured within the unframed mirror. My hair, was an onyx river of curls that fell to my mid back, each strand as soft as silk and as dark as midnight. My complexion, ivory and flawless but with a human edge, unlike the greying, perfection of those I hunted. My features delicate, but livid with an energy that many said almost consumed me, but the focus of my face, was my livid green eyes. That burnt with an inner flame, with a fire and rage that never left, like molten emeralds, Alex had said one night, although I had shoved him away and changed the subject. I slipped out of the bathroom, and paused leaning against the door frame as I smiled at the sleeping Alex. The lines of stress and accusation, left him when he was lost to the land of sleep, captivated by thoughts and dreams that were free of our real life horrors. He was peaceful, and there was something almost innocent within his features as he remained oblivious to that around him. I slipped on my boots, reaching into the hidden flap on the inner flap of my boot, pulling out my small Ipod. I held it in my hand as I slipped out the doors, after carefully undoing the many bolts and locks on the door. I slipped out into the early morning light, as I heard the bolts close behind me.
Slipping the headphones into my ears, I search through my songs, until I find something worth listening too. I tilt my head up to the sky as the lyrics scream in my ears, tying my hair back behind me, sliding my fingers through the locks, and smoothing them back. I pause for a moment on the side walk before I take off in a light jog, beginning the five kilometre run back to my apartment. I flick my eyes to the bus stop as I pass it, giving a soft sigh as I see those on it, wrapped up in their bubbles of ignorance. I once again marvelled in the truth behind the statement of, ignorance is bliss as I began my hard run that was mostly up hill.
The run, as always had been hard, although I loved the feeling of burning muscles as they screamed at you to give into the easy desire to quit. I trudged up the flight of stairs, and then the next, pausing at my door, as I caught my breath, my breathing hard as I was covered in a sheen of Sweat. I wiped my brow as I ran my left index finger over the finger print scanner and with a groan deep within the inner door, finally it swung open and I stepped inside.
I pulled the headphones out and chucked my Ipod on the couch, as I made my way to the kitchen for a drink. I reached up undoing the pony tail I had pulled my hair up in before, out. As my long hair tumbled down my back, I went through the automatic motions of grabbing a glass and filling it up with water, as I raised the cool glass to my lips I turned around. I took a sharp intake of breath, and somewhere in the back of the mind I felt the glass slipping from my fingers, and a distant crashing as the glass as it hit the tiles. My heart skipped a beat with a mixture of fear and an oddly, terrifying desire that rippled through me. You know those moments that take you by such compete surprise, they leave your entire world reeling as it spins.
I traced his chiselled jaws, the way his full lips, held a smile that was alluring with the dark edge that promised a pleasure that would be surely mixed with pain, very different from the smile that laced Alex’s lips, that was dangerous yet warm. This was something else, something darker, and far, far more dangerous. I finally lifted my eyes to his, and had to lean against the bench as I struggled to keep his eyes, I wanted to look away no I need to look away. The gleam in those eyes, was stirring something within me. But my pride wouldn’t let me; I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. My thoughts raced a million miles a minute, although it had only been a few seconds that had passed. His smooth rich voice crossed the room, washing over me, and I worked hard to supress a shudder, “well, welcome home darling. “ And with that came the on slaughter of memories, and I felt my eyes narrow into slits, and my words rip up my throat, and across my lips before I had even giving them permission to speak, “what the fuck are you doing here?”. What the fuck indeed, as the king of darkness, the master of pain and manipulation stood in front of me, Eric Ambrotos.