Chapter 125: 125
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I should hate her as I once did for inflicting such an emotion in me- any emotion other than wrath and an icy, calculating cold could be nothing short of useless for a Prince famed for his cutthroat rules and non existence tolerance for bullshit. But the unforgettable fullness is not one so easily forgotten. I suspect that even if I desperately wanted to, no amount of forced hatred could sever the bond that has linked me to her, entwining my heart in a red fateful string for the rest of eternity.
My body longs again to feel that comforting warmth, an undeniable ache forming in my chest as my body screams to once again feel the press of her body against mine, the rush of frivolous emotion that cascaded through me like a current in the ocean. I want to hold her, to have her as my own. To be able to press my lips against hers and be met by the same passion, the same fiery intensity that I so long to give, to cradle her bountiful form in my arms and make sweet love to her long into the night. Such are the thoughts of a vampire, and the call of a mate whose other half has yet to realise the bond they share. It is a cruel tragedy, a viscous mockery of myself, that a vampire born with an empty pit instead of a heart is to be the first one to be stricken so intensely by the feeling of love, whilst she is left in blissful unawares. Who knows how long it would take for her bond to be tether to me. I frown deeply to myself. I was always certain that a vampire didn't possess a heart. But now…
Perhaps I was wrong about that one.
A small, awestruck voice raises me from my thoughts.
"You really love her, don't you?"
I raise my head.
"You sound surprised," I say, braving a small smile as I meet the eyes of the slender vampire boy across the room. He dips his head towards me in acknowledgement, his curled horns flashing in the half light of the room.
Decisively, I cross my ankles over, reclining back against the sofa so that I might hope to hide the obvious widening of my eyes under the dim shadows cast by the overhead light. Xavier flicks away an invisible spec of dust from his shoulder and springs to his feet, stretching with a long, drawn out groan that would seem to imply he has not moved for a very long time. He ruffles his dark brown hair with a tinge of amusement.
"Well, you were always so concentrated on ruling Sezeria, I never really assumed you would have any time for love, not to mention an angel. To be honest, I still find it quite unbelievable that you don't hate her."
I wrinkle my nose with a twang of irritation.
"I got over my hatred for her a long time ago," I murmur under my breath. With a shaky sigh, I bring my hand up to rub my face, screwing my eyes shut against the impossibility of it all. To think that the little girl that I met one morning on the borders of the angel clan was my mate...
In honesty, I never thought I would have to see her again.
The world really has a cruel sense of humour.
"To be honest, I thought I would never find my mate," I whisper, a little louder now so that Xavier, who towers above me, stretching out the illustrious suit with a groaning sigh, tilts his head to listen to me. His brows furrow a little.
"But you have the soul of hell. And if I recall, that means your fate is already sealed with the soul of heaven. So surely whoever that might be will be your mate- you are guaranteed to find true love. Which is a hell of a lot luckier than most of us might I add." Xavier scolds jokingly, to which I roll my eyes in response.
"Well you have got a mate, so don't go complaining to me. You found your love a lot quicker than I ever did mine." I fiddle for a moment with the singular cross earring dangling from one ear, twiddling it between my fingers, a nervous tick that I have seemingly acquired in the space of two hours. There is only one person to blame for that.
"Besides, things are never so simple with the business of souls Xavier," I reprimand lightly, sliding to my feet to waltz past Xavier towards the glass cabinets filled with finely aged blood. I must have a bottle preserved from almost one thousand years ago in here- but that is to be saved for a celebration, I can hardly go wasting precious blood on a day like today. Dazed, I pour myself a bottle of filia de mare and place the glass to my mouth. The liquid slides down my throat, but I barely taste it. Blandly, I offer up the bottle to my companion, but he declines it with a slight tip of his head, waving me off. I suppose I will be the only one drinking tonight then.
I take another sip, then another, trying in vain to taste anything at all. But it seems almost flavourless, empty of any substance.
No, my body itches for something more. Something alive, something beating, something warm.
"Then please," Xavier says, spreading his hands wide, casting long shadows across the room stretching out from his slender frame like the gnarled branches of an old oak tree that is already crumbling under the weight of a storm. "Enlighten me on this soul business. I never really knew enough about it any way. I only did ever find one other while spying under your rule, and even them my interactions with them were brief. It seems like you souls don't like to be talked to, or found for that matter. Or maybe I am just ignorant."
Heavily, I breathe a sigh.
I take another sip, hoping that the next would be better, but the thought is a wishful one, and one I am not yet granted. I cover my mouth to hide my grimace. Somehow, it tastes foul, offering me no escape from my grim reality.
I suppose explaining all this soul business is the only option I have after all.
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I should hate her as I once did for inflicting such an emotion in me- any emotion other than wrath and an icy, calculating cold could be nothing short of useless for a Prince famed for his cutthroat rules and non existence tolerance for bullshit. But the unforgettable fullness is not one so easily forgotten. I suspect that even if I desperately wanted to, no amount of forced hatred could sever the bond that has linked me to her, entwining my heart in a red fateful string for the rest of eternity.
My body longs again to feel that comforting warmth, an undeniable ache forming in my chest as my body screams to once again feel the press of her body against mine, the rush of frivolous emotion that cascaded through me like a current in the ocean. I want to hold her, to have her as my own. To be able to press my lips against hers and be met by the same passion, the same fiery intensity that I so long to give, to cradle her bountiful form in my arms and make sweet love to her long into the night. Such are the thoughts of a vampire, and the call of a mate whose other half has yet to realise the bond they share. It is a cruel tragedy, a viscous mockery of myself, that a vampire born with an empty pit instead of a heart is to be the first one to be stricken so intensely by the feeling of love, whilst she is left in blissful unawares. Who knows how long it would take for her bond to be tether to me. I frown deeply to myself. I was always certain that a vampire didn't possess a heart. But now…
Perhaps I was wrong about that one.
A small, awestruck voice raises me from my thoughts.
"You really love her, don't you?"
I raise my head.
"You sound surprised," I say, braving a small smile as I meet the eyes of the slender vampire boy across the room. He dips his head towards me in acknowledgement, his curled horns flashing in the half light of the room.
Decisively, I cross my ankles over, reclining back against the sofa so that I might hope to hide the obvious widening of my eyes under the dim shadows cast by the overhead light. Xavier flicks away an invisible spec of dust from his shoulder and springs to his feet, stretching with a long, drawn out groan that would seem to imply he has not moved for a very long time. He ruffles his dark brown hair with a tinge of amusement.
"Well, you were always so concentrated on ruling Sezeria, I never really assumed you would have any time for love, not to mention an angel. To be honest, I still find it quite unbelievable that you don't hate her."
I wrinkle my nose with a twang of irritation.
"I got over my hatred for her a long time ago," I murmur under my breath. With a shaky sigh, I bring my hand up to rub my face, screwing my eyes shut against the impossibility of it all. To think that the little girl that I met one morning on the borders of the angel clan was my mate...
In honesty, I never thought I would have to see her again.
The world really has a cruel sense of humour.
"To be honest, I thought I would never find my mate," I whisper, a little louder now so that Xavier, who towers above me, stretching out the illustrious suit with a groaning sigh, tilts his head to listen to me. His brows furrow a little.
"But you have the soul of hell. And if I recall, that means your fate is already sealed with the soul of heaven. So surely whoever that might be will be your mate- you are guaranteed to find true love. Which is a hell of a lot luckier than most of us might I add." Xavier scolds jokingly, to which I roll my eyes in response.
"Well you have got a mate, so don't go complaining to me. You found your love a lot quicker than I ever did mine." I fiddle for a moment with the singular cross earring dangling from one ear, twiddling it between my fingers, a nervous tick that I have seemingly acquired in the space of two hours. There is only one person to blame for that.
"Besides, things are never so simple with the business of souls Xavier," I reprimand lightly, sliding to my feet to waltz past Xavier towards the glass cabinets filled with finely aged blood. I must have a bottle preserved from almost one thousand years ago in here- but that is to be saved for a celebration, I can hardly go wasting precious blood on a day like today. Dazed, I pour myself a bottle of filia de mare and place the glass to my mouth. The liquid slides down my throat, but I barely taste it. Blandly, I offer up the bottle to my companion, but he declines it with a slight tip of his head, waving me off. I suppose I will be the only one drinking tonight then.
I take another sip, then another, trying in vain to taste anything at all. But it seems almost flavourless, empty of any substance.
No, my body itches for something more. Something alive, something beating, something warm.
"Then please," Xavier says, spreading his hands wide, casting long shadows across the room stretching out from his slender frame like the gnarled branches of an old oak tree that is already crumbling under the weight of a storm. "Enlighten me on this soul business. I never really knew enough about it any way. I only did ever find one other while spying under your rule, and even them my interactions with them were brief. It seems like you souls don't like to be talked to, or found for that matter. Or maybe I am just ignorant."
Heavily, I breathe a sigh.
I take another sip, hoping that the next would be better, but the thought is a wishful one, and one I am not yet granted. I cover my mouth to hide my grimace. Somehow, it tastes foul, offering me no escape from my grim reality.
I suppose explaining all this soul business is the only option I have after all.
I should hate her as I once did for inflicting such an emotion in me- any emotion other than wrath and an icy, calculating cold could be nothing short of useless for a Prince famed for his cutthroat rules and non existence tolerance for bullshit. But the unforgettable fullness is not one so easily forgotten. I suspect that even if I desperately wanted to, no amount of forced hatred could sever the bond that has linked me to her, entwining my heart in a red fateful string for the rest of eternity.My body longs again to feel that comforting warmth, an undeniable ache forming in my chest as my body screams to once again feel the press of her body against mine, the rush of frivolous emotion that cascaded through me like a current in the ocean. I want to hold her, to have her as my own. To be able to press my lips against hers and be met by the same passion, the same fiery intensity that I so long to give, to cradle her bountiful form in my arms and make sweet love to her long into the night. Such are the thoughts of a vampire, and the call of a mate whose other half has yet to realise the bond they share. It is a cruel tragedy, a viscous mockery of myself, that a vampire born with an empty pit instead of a heart is to be the first one to be stricken so intensely by the feeling of love, whilst she is left in blissful unawares. Who knows how long it would take for her bond to be tether to me. I frown deeply to myself. I was always certain that a vampire didn't possess a heart. But nowPerhaps I was wrong about that one.A small, awestruck voice raises me from my thoughts."You really love her, don't you?"I raise my head."You sound surprised," I say, braving a small smile as I meet the eyes of the slender vampire boy across the room. He dips his head towards me in acknowledgement, his curled horns flashing in the half light of the room.Decisively, I cross my ankles over, reclining back against the sofa so that I might hope to hide the obvious widening of my eyes under the dim shadows cast by the overhead light. Xavier flicks away an invisible spec of dust from his shoulder and springs to his feet, stretching with a long, drawn out groan that would seem to imply he has not moved for a very long time. He ruffles his dark brown hair with a tinge of amusement."Well, you were always so concentrated on ruling Sezeria, I never really assumed you would have any time for love, not to mention an angel. To be honest, I still find it quite unbelievable that you don't hate her."I wrinkle my nose with a twang of irritation."I got over my hatred for her a long time ago," I murmur under my breath. With a shaky sigh, I bring my hand up to rub my face, screwing my eyes shut against the impossibility of it all. To think that the little girl that I met one morning on the borders of the angel clan was my mate...In honesty, I never thought I would have to see her again.The world really has a cruel sense of humour."To be honest, I thought I would never find my mate," I whisper, a little louder now so that Xavier, who towers above me, stretching out the illustrious suit with a groaning sigh, tilts his head to listen to me. His brows furrow a little."But you have the soul of hell. And if I recall, that means your fate is already sealed with the soul of heaven. So surely whoever that might be will be your mate- you are guaranteed to find true love. Which is a hell of a lot luckier than most of us might I add." Xavier scolds jokingly, to which I roll my eyes in response."Well you have got a mate, so don't go complaining to me. You found your love a lot quicker than I ever did mine." I fiddle for a moment with the singular cross earring dangling from one ear, twiddling it between my fingers, a nervous tick that I have seemingly acquired in the space of two hours. There is only one person to blame for that."Besides, things are never so simple with the business of souls Xavier," I reprimand lightly, sliding to my feet to waltz past Xavier towards the glass cabinets filled with finely aged blood. I must have a bottle preserved from almost one thousand years ago in here- but that is to be saved for a celebration, I can hardly go wasting precious blood on a day like today. Dazed, I pour myself a bottle of filia de mare and place the glass to my mouth. The liquid slides down my throat, but I barely taste it. Blandly, I offer up the bottle to my companion, but he declines it with a slight tip of his head, waving me off. I suppose I will be the only one drinking tonight then.I take another sip, then another, trying in vain to taste anything at all. But it seems almost flavourless, empty of any substance.No, my body itches for something more. Something alive, something beating, something warm."Then please," Xavier says, spreading his hands wide, casting long shadows across the room stretching out from his slender frame like the gnarled branches of an old oak tree that is already crumbling under the weight of a storm. "Enlighten me on this soul business. I never really knew enough about it any way. I only did ever find one other while spying under your rule, and even them my interactions with them were brief. It seems like you souls don't like to be talked to, or found for that matter. Or maybe I am just ignorant."Heavily, I breathe a sigh.I take another sip, hoping that the next would be better, but the thought is a wishful one, and one I am not yet granted. I cover my mouth to hide my grimace. Somehow, it tastes foul, offering me no escape from my grim reality.I suppose explaining all this soul business is the only option I have after all.
