Immortal °*~frerard fic~*°

A Chapter of a Life No Longer

His lips were warm and fulfilling on mine, his face lit beautifully by the candlelight. We were all alone, of course, and were careful with the noises we may have made in the night. I still hadn't fully accepted this part of me, and had been struggling with it for years, but I could already tell that I was definitely leaning towards sin.

But as his hand reached down lower and lower and soon squeezing his hand around me, god, it felt so good. How could something that feels so good be a sin? I leaned away so I could catch my breath "Bert, shall we really proceed with this? It's just that I-I've never attempted anything like it before and, well, it is seen as sin."

He put his fingers against my lips "Just don't let any pleasure slip through your lips, and our secret shall be safe." He then gave me one last lustful kiss before moving down towards my member, undoing my trousers right then and there.

My mouth was soon filled with lust as his was filled with me, and I fought to try and hold it all back "Oh god, thank you." I let myself enjoy it soon enough, closing my eyes as my fluids spilled into him "Thank you."

 
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The next morning, there was a frightful pounding on our door. I was still too worn out from the previous days activities, so Bert graciously answered the door "Why good morn to you, Sir." His voice was filled to the brim with nerves "To what do I owe this visit?"

"Well, I'm sorry to say, but this visit is anything but a pleasant one. Your neighbors have gone to the court to complain about the noise." Bert became visibly nervous at this, as did I "They said you were in here with another man. Is this true? And did you at all have... Relations with this man?" The way he said the word 'relations' striked fear right through my heart.

He looked down and he said shamefully "Yes. Yes, it is true..." I held my breath, scared for my life. At least he had only the truth to come from him. If I died, I would absolutely want Bert by my side so we can go to heaven together. Yes, heaven. God will forgive us for our sins and grant us a peaceful afterlife where we ourselves are filled with forgiveness. I can see it now. But lo, what came from Berts lips were anything but forgiving "...because he forced himself upon me."

The entrance opened to reveal me still laying down and sore, but the soreness was the least of my problems. I backed up closer against the wall as the man drew ever nearer "It... It is untrue! The devil is spinning him lies!"

"He is a witch! He's trying to charm you with tricks!" Bert -my one, my only love- pointed accusingly at me "He's lived for an ungodly amount of time, trust me!"

I felt such betrayal at his words, that I willingly lifted my hands up and behind my head. I wept on the ground, and was led out of my quarters. As I was escorted out the door, I heard Bert whisper "I'm sorry." In my ear. I did not care for him anymore, I had made that decision when I was held to the ground. But lo, it was untrue. For I will always love my Bert, and I hope that someday we will meet again in heaven.

The stage was as cruel looking as ever as I was guided on by someone I couldn't see. They had black cloth covering their face as they led me towards the rope which ominously hung from above. Gently placing my head around the loop, I wondered if this would actually work. I mean, surely it must. I may have lived through all these years, but I've been cut and bruised before. Just never killed.

Townsfolk had gathered to watch my untimely death. My friends, my neighbors, and most of all my enemies. They were making a ruckus, shouting and spitting at me, throwing their trash and dirt at me. 'Hang the ol' witch!' They yelled, and the man in the black mask did just that.

In mere moments, the floor fell out from below me and the rope started to strangle my neck. At first, I tried to fight it, but there was no point. Soon I succumbed to the darkness that had started to infest my mind and enter my throat, to the point where I was swimming in it. My body went limp, and I hung there still, like the locket that was still hanging from my neck, as my final breath left my lungs.

And then I woke up.

I was laying on a strange table, my chest on display for everyone to see. Thankfully, I had woken up before they could actually begin cutting into my skin. Although that didn't change the fact I was completely naked and very much alive, about to be cut open while my body was still fresh, in front of many strange people I didn't quite recognize.

After that, I fled to a new town and started a new life somewhere where no one knew me. I tried to forget Bert as best I could, although past lovers tend to linger in your mind. Now I knew how dangerous it would be if someone found out, and I intended to keep that secret as long as I could. For my sake, and for theirs.