Post by Cascadia on Jul 1, 2006 15:05:12 GMT -5
Aubrey
He felt like ripping apart the bed, piece by piece. Just seeing her laying there, pale and unmoving beneath him was driving him insane. And the thick scent of her blood on the air helped none. Caressing her cheek softly, he closed his eyes. Now the room was utterly still, unlike before when she had been breathing, and he was the stone. Now the air ceased to move, not having anything circulating it. Aubrey could stall taste her on his tongue, the sweetness of her almost making him gag. She tasted better then anything he’d ever experienced, even the vampiric blood, but it was just the fact he knew it was her blood, that he choked on it.
Still stroking her softly, he tried to read her mind, but found it completely blank. Not even blocking him, or trying to remain unnoticed, there was nothing there, no thoughts, no fear, no joy, nothing. The emptiness was affecting him, spreading through his chest. His mind taunted him, while he grew colder. Happy now, Aubrey? You’ve killed the only thing you’ve ever loved. His eyes were surprisingly dry. He’d have though he’d cry, or scream and loose his temper, but he was shockingly calm.
He sat back, standing from the bed. She still lay there, her eyes glassy and half shut. He felt nothing. It seemed he was solid now, no longer able to hold emotion, just cold stone. The air moved back with his shift, but stopped again as he still did not breath. Killed the only thing you’ve loved…
Aubrey drifted slowly across the sky, dark night-clouds covering the moon, shadows controlling everything. The air was cool, and if he flew fast enough, it would reach past his aura and he could feel it breeze past his face. He flew slowly instead, making sure that nothing got past his aura. Unfeeling. Cold, unfeeling Aubrey. Isn’t this what you wanted? He let the voices mock him, the bitter part of his mind holding no resent in torturing whatever amount of remorse he may still have. Soulless. You wouldn’t have been able to love her anyway.
The clouds were lifting, creating hazy shadows that swept across the ground below him. The light pierced through him, making his shadow-form fade suddenly, and he almost fell solid to the ground, panicking. But then another part of the cloud had covered him, and he drifted on again. He circled her house in wide, lopping circles, like a vulture over a dead carcass.
Maybe I am soulless, I’m already half-dead. Aubrey finally gave into the voices, and felt something gnaw at his stomach. Regret? He thought instantly. No, hunger. He corrected himself. The soulless have no regrets. Aubrey sniffed the air, allowing it past his aura and lowered himself to the ground. He found a human, taking out the trash a few yards down from where he was. Gliding through the darkness silently, he shifted into his solid form behind the man. Grabbing the man’s wrists, he jabbed his fangs into the man’s thick neck, draining him quickly. The man struggled at first, crying out weakly, and then grew still. After a moment, he sagged against Aubrey, lifeless.
Aubrey dropped the body, and then walked up to the house the man had come out of. Walking in like he lived there, he quickly scanned the rooms. There was a woman I the room over. Striding through the brightly lit kitchen he’d entered, he reached the doorway, looking into a study. The woman looked up from her book, expecting her husband. Her eyes quickly flashed to fear, and she stood, dropping the book. Her lips parted, calling out her dead lover’s name, and Aubrey was upon her. He smelled her fear pulsing in the air, and had it feed his hunger. Draining her quicker then he had the man, he lay her back down in the chair she’d been sitting in.
He walked to the front door, ready to leave when he heard something. Turning, a small child, the age of maybe five, had come down the stairs. She clutched a stuffed bear in one hand, her other was raised, sucking on her fingers. He looked over her coldly. Her eyes sparkled in the light, innocence radiating form her. The ache in him moved upward, throbbing in his chest rather then his stomach. Soulless, he reminded himself, and felt something he used to refer to as sadness. Reaching for the girl, he took her hand in his, helping her down the rest of the stairs. She hugged his leg, too young to understand he was a ‘stranger,’ her parents never having the chance to warn her of such things. Aubrey knelt beside her, brushing her dark hair behind her ear and rested his hands on her shoulders. She blinked at him, her fingers back in her mouth. He stared at her, holding her eyes with his, and snapped her neck. Her body crumpled, and he didn’t bother to catch her and lower her gently, just listened to the thud as she collapsed.
Cold, unfeeling, soulless, Aubrey. His mind whispered, and he nodded to himself, breaking the door’s lock as he twisted it open and shifted, gliding into the night silently.
He felt like ripping apart the bed, piece by piece. Just seeing her laying there, pale and unmoving beneath him was driving him insane. And the thick scent of her blood on the air helped none. Caressing her cheek softly, he closed his eyes. Now the room was utterly still, unlike before when she had been breathing, and he was the stone. Now the air ceased to move, not having anything circulating it. Aubrey could stall taste her on his tongue, the sweetness of her almost making him gag. She tasted better then anything he’d ever experienced, even the vampiric blood, but it was just the fact he knew it was her blood, that he choked on it.
Still stroking her softly, he tried to read her mind, but found it completely blank. Not even blocking him, or trying to remain unnoticed, there was nothing there, no thoughts, no fear, no joy, nothing. The emptiness was affecting him, spreading through his chest. His mind taunted him, while he grew colder. Happy now, Aubrey? You’ve killed the only thing you’ve ever loved. His eyes were surprisingly dry. He’d have though he’d cry, or scream and loose his temper, but he was shockingly calm.
He sat back, standing from the bed. She still lay there, her eyes glassy and half shut. He felt nothing. It seemed he was solid now, no longer able to hold emotion, just cold stone. The air moved back with his shift, but stopped again as he still did not breath. Killed the only thing you’ve loved…
Aubrey drifted slowly across the sky, dark night-clouds covering the moon, shadows controlling everything. The air was cool, and if he flew fast enough, it would reach past his aura and he could feel it breeze past his face. He flew slowly instead, making sure that nothing got past his aura. Unfeeling. Cold, unfeeling Aubrey. Isn’t this what you wanted? He let the voices mock him, the bitter part of his mind holding no resent in torturing whatever amount of remorse he may still have. Soulless. You wouldn’t have been able to love her anyway.
The clouds were lifting, creating hazy shadows that swept across the ground below him. The light pierced through him, making his shadow-form fade suddenly, and he almost fell solid to the ground, panicking. But then another part of the cloud had covered him, and he drifted on again. He circled her house in wide, lopping circles, like a vulture over a dead carcass.
Maybe I am soulless, I’m already half-dead. Aubrey finally gave into the voices, and felt something gnaw at his stomach. Regret? He thought instantly. No, hunger. He corrected himself. The soulless have no regrets. Aubrey sniffed the air, allowing it past his aura and lowered himself to the ground. He found a human, taking out the trash a few yards down from where he was. Gliding through the darkness silently, he shifted into his solid form behind the man. Grabbing the man’s wrists, he jabbed his fangs into the man’s thick neck, draining him quickly. The man struggled at first, crying out weakly, and then grew still. After a moment, he sagged against Aubrey, lifeless.
Aubrey dropped the body, and then walked up to the house the man had come out of. Walking in like he lived there, he quickly scanned the rooms. There was a woman I the room over. Striding through the brightly lit kitchen he’d entered, he reached the doorway, looking into a study. The woman looked up from her book, expecting her husband. Her eyes quickly flashed to fear, and she stood, dropping the book. Her lips parted, calling out her dead lover’s name, and Aubrey was upon her. He smelled her fear pulsing in the air, and had it feed his hunger. Draining her quicker then he had the man, he lay her back down in the chair she’d been sitting in.
He walked to the front door, ready to leave when he heard something. Turning, a small child, the age of maybe five, had come down the stairs. She clutched a stuffed bear in one hand, her other was raised, sucking on her fingers. He looked over her coldly. Her eyes sparkled in the light, innocence radiating form her. The ache in him moved upward, throbbing in his chest rather then his stomach. Soulless, he reminded himself, and felt something he used to refer to as sadness. Reaching for the girl, he took her hand in his, helping her down the rest of the stairs. She hugged his leg, too young to understand he was a ‘stranger,’ her parents never having the chance to warn her of such things. Aubrey knelt beside her, brushing her dark hair behind her ear and rested his hands on her shoulders. She blinked at him, her fingers back in her mouth. He stared at her, holding her eyes with his, and snapped her neck. Her body crumpled, and he didn’t bother to catch her and lower her gently, just listened to the thud as she collapsed.
Cold, unfeeling, soulless, Aubrey. His mind whispered, and he nodded to himself, breaking the door’s lock as he twisted it open and shifted, gliding into the night silently.