The Tale Of Death

The Forgotten

(A/N) This chapter will be shorter than the rest, there is good justification for it.

The Forgotten

The memories we hold onto,

They usually are forgotten,

Along with the ones who held them,

The Forgotten hold on to that which is already unknown.

The Forgotten which are unknown,

They cry and plea,

They beg and whine,

But we never hold on,

Just, Forget.

The holders of memories,

Letting go is our worst fear yet they always do,

They promise to hold on,

But always let go.

The ones who promise,

Normally have forgotten,

Before the memory even Ripens,

Before the hole grows deeper.

They let go and none hold on,

None have and will,

But few actually try,

These few truly love the memories.

These few are special and they do not let go,

They struggle to hold on,

They never let go as they struggle to remember,

And one just may have succeeded.

The woman pulled the trigger a number of twelve times, and I let each one hit me as I walked up to her. Her voice was different now, more angry then sad. She yelled at me, "DIE, DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE, WHY WON'T YOU DIE! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED THEIR SOULS HAD YOU JUST CAME BEFORE WHEN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO!"

As every shot hit me, it ripped a hole through me, one even took out my right eye and the others were all in my chest. The closer I got the more she pulled the trigger on the 1911 silver-baller. After the twelfth shot was done she kept pulling the trigger but nothing came from her weapon. "You do realize that you are shooting Koatoir, the name of Death Incarnat-"

"Of course I know who you fucking are you, idiot, the damned previous death gave me very lengthy descriptions of who my next middleman would be, after all, I am a fucking assassin for Shiva's sakes what do you take me for?!" I simply just grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her closer, hugging her tightly as I whispered into her ear, "You shot me twelve times, This is my vengeance, one week from now you will find yourself with the gun, not in your hand, you will find yourself forgiven, and in turn, you will find yourself consumed by your guilt, so you have a chance now, get rid of that guilt now, or let them consume you without wanting to."

And with that last line, I disappeared again and was back in the Manor, smiling as I was already healed by the time I stepped in. "Seems that did the trick. She already is working on changing. Just wish she hadn't done that," I muttered, looking at my suit and seeing the red spots as I also let the bullet that had hit my head drop out of my mouth. "Blech, hate the taste of lead, always have."

Lillith had heard my entry into the house and ran down already by the time the tie was off my neck. "You have found your full power again, I was waiting for that for so long! What happened to you?! Why the hell is there a bullet on the ground- wait, I get it now, you spoke with Her. Damn, she didn't do that to John. Sorry, I don't mean to speak so fast."

"The woman will make her peace, and she will save herself, I know she will, she is strong, can tell that already."

With that, I chuckled and gently kissed her on her lips, a soft, tender touch, just enough to let her realize what I was attempting. To my surprise I found reciprocation. Her lips were amazingly soft... amazingly. Her arms wrapped around my neck and the world just completely disappeared aside from me, and her lips. When she broke away I saw her smile for the first time and my face immediately formed a smile as well. "Dork," she said to me, teasing me. I smiled still and licked her nose as I picked her up and put her over my shoulder. "Come on, we have some catching up to do, we have a lot of catching up to do," I said as I walked her through the humongous mansion and towards the room that held the place we used to sleep in. She smiled and started to adjust herself so she was sitting on my shoulder and I simply let her. She was playing with my hair, like old times.

She was being kind, she was making sure i knew where she was, she was making sure i knew where her heart lie still. Her hands were smooth, comforting. I forgot how gentle her hands could be... I still love their gentle touch. She is a very sweet woman, and I love her for it. She smiled and leaned down as I walked us through the door and set her on the bed gently, my smile growing bold as I leaned in and kissed her cheek gently. Perfect skin of porcelain, beautiful eyes of crystal, perfect scent of summer. Perfect woman in general. "Thank you."