Avistus spends for what seems like eternity sitting and staring at Victoria's lifeless body. Her once beautiful face, now a pale shade of blue. Her once warm lips now cold and unwelcoming. His mind once stable and steadfast, now hollow and demented with morbid thoughts and anger. Avistus cannot see any light, only darkness. His smile cracks into something twisted and maniacal and he begins to laugh in a crazed manner at every morbid vision that invades his mind.
Meanwhile, Draven is still flying as far as he can from Victoria, for if he stops flying, he knows he will return to her. Memories of her soft, warm lips and her loving embrace envelope him in sadness and longing. Going at full speed seems to remove these menacing memories of her, and so he speeds up. "CRUNCH!" He stops suddenly and at such a force that his ribs crack. "What is that?" He can't feel her pull anymore, he can't feel her warmth or hear her aching heart calling to him. "I'm finally far enough away.." his voice reveals a disappointment as he hangs his head.
Draven lands nearby and sits for a while thinking. "There is nothing to think about. I have nothing." He realizes that all that made him alive was Victoria. "I know I can't go back, but not being able to feel her, to know that she's safe.. will it drive me just as mad as being near enough to feel her?" He is at an impasse as to what action to take when he hears a rustle in some nearby bushes. He jolts up and looks around frantically.
"Whoosh!" Draven is suddenly knocked back and looks up to see what assaulted him. "So this is where you've been? Is this the life one lives after murdering one so beautiful?" Comes a dark and sadistic voice. Draven's eyes widen upon seeing Avistus. Something is definitely wrong. His skin now as white as paint, eyes a demonic and glowing shade of green, and his head seems to be sprouting what looks like horns. Avistus smiles with his bloody looking lips and Draven cringes in fear.
"Avistus.." Draven manages to barely squeeze out. "Haha!" Avistus picks Draven up and throws him into the woods. Draven's entire body slams into a nearby tree and he begins coughing up blood. "What's... wrong Avistus!?" Draven asks, truly concerned. "What on Earth could have happened to make you this way, where's Victoria!? Did you leave her all alone?!" He looks up at Avistus angry and worried about Victoria.
Avistus does not respond, but he does stop walking and merely looks at the ground. Now truly concerned, Draven becomes somewhat panicked and asks him once more, in a begging manner, "Avistus, where is Victoria!?" The angel stays still but Draven can just make out his shaky voice through his tears. "She's dead." "What do you mean she's dead Avistus!?" Draven gets up and rushes Avistus to the ground.
Avistus grabs Draven by his throat and squeezes with an extreme amount of force. "It's YOUR fault!" He spats through gritted teeth and an evil expression. "M-y fault?!" Avistus slams him to the ground and flies off in the direction he came from. As Avistus flies away, wrestling with himself over which persona will rule him, Draven sits shocked. "She can't be.. " without hesitation Draven rushes back the way he came as well. "I will feel her if I get closer!" No matter how far back he goes, there is no feeling or reminiscence of her.
The closer to her he flies, the more his heart tears. He still can't feel her, he still can't regret her. His thoughts run wild and his eyes drip blood freely. Faster, he can't go fast enough. Why can't he go any faster than this? His stomach wailing, his skin crawling, his body threatening to collapse from sadness. Finally, finally he can see the house. He thrusts open the door and runs upstairs. When he pushes open the last door between he and Victoria, he screams in anger, pain and despair.
Avistus is just sitting there, head buried as if he is dead as well, with his hands clinching his hair. Draven falls to his knees and tears of blood fall uncontrollably. "Did I really do this, why did this happen, what happened?!" He asks himself unending questions until finally he faints from lack of blood. He falls deeper and deeper into a thick inky substance, it swirls around him threatening to snuff out his entire existence. Yet there is something warm within.
Something inviting, something comforting. He realizes soon that this is the same feeling that he had when he was with Victoria. "Victoria?" He calls out softly, ignoring the fact that he can no longer see anything other than darkness. Eventually, he lands on a hard surface which feels cool and smooth to the touch, almost like glass. Even though he cannot see, he stands and begins to walk. "Victoria?" He calls once more, begging with his heart and soul. "Where are you?" For hours he repeats this process, until finally he sees something.
He squints but it is useless, he cannot make out what this speck of dust is. His chest lurches and his knees cave, grief overtaking him. "Victoria! I can feel you! I know you're here!" He forces himself up, and continues regardless of the pain overtaking him. He wants to run but he cannot in his weakened state, so he walks as swiftly as possible. Soon the speck has become bigger and Draven stops to consider it. "A light?" "No." Draven looks down and sees Avistus sitting emotionless on the ground.
"It's her soul Draven," he states sullenly as he continues to emotionally die. "Why?" "She did it to herself. She went into some sort of spiritual coma, leaving her body to rot." "WHY!? Why would she do that Avistus!? What did you do to her!?" Draven shakes Avistus mercilessly, as if shaking a rabid animal to death. Avistus looks at him, now looking even more demented than ever, and Draven takes a wide step back.
"You did this, you bastard! How dare you blame me!" Avistus stands up, his once green eyes now fiery red. He reaches for Draven, but stops for a moment and instead places his hand upon Draven's head. The angel shows the vampire everything. Her childhood, her recent days and how she felt after Draven left. Avistus even shows him how hard he tried to wake her. Draven falls to his knees with the realization that by trying to distance himself to save her heart, he destroyed it instead.
"I keep trying to get to her, but she won't let anyone in," Avistus breaks the silence with his admittance of failure. "It was my job to protect her and instead, I pushed her away." Draven looks up at the angel and for the first time realizes that he and Avistus are the same. "We didn't know, how could we?" Avistus let's a single tear trail slowly down his face and before he resumes his slumber he whispers, "I will sleep too.."
Draven doesn't want to give up, he can't give up on her. This is all his fault, he has to right his great wrong. Gathering his resolve, letting the pain become a part of him and accepting it, he rushes forward as fast as he can towards Victoria. He is so close now, so close. He could make out her face if it weren't for the bright light surrounding her. His heart would thump loudly if it worked. "BAM!" He is met with a cruel crash into an invisible shield just as Avistus was. He has to find a way to get past this shield. There is so much he has to tell her. If only he could touch her and explain."Victoria.. please let me in.." he whispers desperately at the light.
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The Curse of the Blood Moon: The Beginning of Darkness
RomanceA moon, red as blood and a young woman somehow connected to it. All she wants is a normal life but little does she know, her life is slowly becoming something more. The light she once basked in is becoming darkness and her world slowly begins to fil...
