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To Amy it seemed like they had walked forever, never saying a word to one another, yet still she followed. occasionally she would look over at Micou, always to meet his eyes starring right back. Micou also could not remove his eyes from Amy. Her beauty astounded him. Her long black hair flowed so seamlessly in the nights chilly breeze. Her skin shimmered in the pale moon light, like a million tiny flames. However it was her eyes that captured him the most. they were as two blue-gray oceans beneath a star lit night, twinkling in their reflection. after a while they reached a small house on the outskirts of the city. " i thought we were going out to eat," she said with a smile. "we are, i just failed to say where." He smiled, and motioned her into the house. in that moment Amy noticed something that she hadn't noticed before, it was something in his smile. It sent waves of shock, horror, and strangely lust. She was terrified yet, she still went inside. "Make your self at home, Micou said, " ll be right back." Amy walked into the living room. this room was beautiful. Red velvet covered the furniture, and black tile covered the floor. A fire was already burning in the black stone fire place on the far side of the room, and candles were burning on the mantel and in various other parts of the room. Amy felt a sense of comfort fall over her, despite the disturbing image that she had seen in Micous beautiful smile. She slipped of her jacket and sat on the couch. Micou left Amy to walk into the kitchen. He stepped over to the cabinet and removed two wine glasses, and set them on the counter. In that moment he sensed something outside. he stepped over to the window and pulled aside the black satin curtains. As he glared out the window he noticed Amy's friend lurking in the shadows, and behind her a set of glowing red eyes. He let out a small chuckle and walked over to his wine cabinet and pulled out his finest wine.
Micou walked back into the living room, and set a glass on the small table in front of Amy. He pulled the cork from the bottle and poured it into both glasses, and sat on the couch next to Amy. She picked up her glass and placed it to her lips. Micou had not noticed her lips beauty until now. A sudden sense of remorse came over him. He felt as if he was holding a flower with the intent of crushing it but without the heart to do so. "Why do you look troubled Micou," Amy asked. " I'm sorry i can't do this," Micou said, " there are things u do not know about me that i do not wish to burden you with." Amy smiled and put her hand on his cheek. "I understand more than you know. She leaned in and placed her lips upon his. Her lips were soft and warm, and it brought tears to Micous eyes. " I understand what you are," she said softly, " and i don't care. I knew from the moment i met you that you were different from any other man i have ever met, and now i know why. It wasn't what you are, but who you are that attracted me to you,... and it wasnt what was in your smile but what was behind it. I knew from the moment i met you that i wanted to be with you, no matter how long forever is." A sadness fell on Micou, not because of his earlier intent but now because he knew what Amy was asking of him. " I can not damn you like i have been damned." She quickly placed her finger over his lips. " to spend an eternity with you will not be damnation, it would be a blessing." Again she placed her lips on his. she slowly grasped the buckles on Micou's crimson vest undoing them one by one, and slipped it away from his shoulders, never removing her lips from his. At first Micou felt the need to push her away, for she had no idea of the horrors that would ensue from these actions, however he never acted on those feelings, no, instead he let lust take him. He slid his hands up Amy's body, grabbed her shirt at the collar and tore it away from her neck. He let is lips slide away from hers and onto her neck. Then he opened his mouth and sheathed his fangs in her throat. Amy winced in pain, and latched onto him tightly. Micou drank her blood until she loosened her grip on his back. Micou removed his fangs from her neck and held her close to his chest. He placed one of his fangs on his own lip and bit down, letting the blood drip down his chin. " don't fret my love, it will all be done soon, and we will spend a hundred lifetimes together," as he leaned down and kissed her, allowing his blood to flow onto her tung. She began to shake violently as the blood flowed into her mouth, and Micou's memories flowed like a river into her mind.
MicouGardianOfWater · Thu Sep 25, 2008 @ 12:11am · 0 Comments |
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