Truth (PG-13)
Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:47 am
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. They are not mine, never have been, never will be. It's a bummer, I know.
Warning: Character death
Truth
Thump…..... Thump…….. Thump…….. Thump
There is movement around me but I can barely register it. Pain sits beside me, holding my hand, un-invasive but always present. Smells of smoke, charred metal and scorched earth permeate my isolation. And blood. I can smell the blood most of all. Somewhere, someplace within me, I recoil from the knowledge that it's mine.
Thump……………Thump……………..Thump
I don't know how much time passes and I had not realized I'd been searching for a singular presence until his gentle hands breach my incoherence and stroke my face. Mick's hands. Hands that know every inch of my flesh, have been my protector as well as my salvation. Always steadfast and strong, they now tremble, palsied with emotions he can't contain. I want to cover them. Hold them. Steady them. But my limbs do not respond. The ache in my heart surpasses all other pain. I want to reassure him. He will never be alone.
Thump…………………………..Thump
His anguished eyes look into mine, pleading. They beg permission but will find none. My last act of love will be to deny him an eternity of remorse. His head lowers to my shoulder and his tears pelt my soul. The feel of his soft hair against my cheek, the smell of his skin, cannot be equaled in any afterlife.
Beth. My name on his lips is a broken plea for mercy. I can respond only in spirit and my heart cries his name. Mick. My protector. My love. My life. I now go where he cannot follow. We have tried to outsmart it, to outlive it, but the vampire/human fate has found us. We can no longer escape the truth. To love me, is to watch me……
Thu…………………………………………………………………
Warning: Character death
Truth
Thump…..... Thump…….. Thump…….. Thump
There is movement around me but I can barely register it. Pain sits beside me, holding my hand, un-invasive but always present. Smells of smoke, charred metal and scorched earth permeate my isolation. And blood. I can smell the blood most of all. Somewhere, someplace within me, I recoil from the knowledge that it's mine.
Thump……………Thump……………..Thump
I don't know how much time passes and I had not realized I'd been searching for a singular presence until his gentle hands breach my incoherence and stroke my face. Mick's hands. Hands that know every inch of my flesh, have been my protector as well as my salvation. Always steadfast and strong, they now tremble, palsied with emotions he can't contain. I want to cover them. Hold them. Steady them. But my limbs do not respond. The ache in my heart surpasses all other pain. I want to reassure him. He will never be alone.
Thump…………………………..Thump
His anguished eyes look into mine, pleading. They beg permission but will find none. My last act of love will be to deny him an eternity of remorse. His head lowers to my shoulder and his tears pelt my soul. The feel of his soft hair against my cheek, the smell of his skin, cannot be equaled in any afterlife.
Beth. My name on his lips is a broken plea for mercy. I can respond only in spirit and my heart cries his name. Mick. My protector. My love. My life. I now go where he cannot follow. We have tried to outsmart it, to outlive it, but the vampire/human fate has found us. We can no longer escape the truth. To love me, is to watch me……
Thu…………………………………………………………………