05-03-2009, 04:40 PM
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She wondered why he couldn't see who's hand she would die at. Maybe she was wrong. No, she knew in her heart of hearts that her daughter would fulfill her promise. But not now, not for a while. Sabeen was young, herself. They both had to live, experience what life was. It was only when she became a broken shell that her life could be taken. Her body moved involuntarily under his cold touch, tensing at the closeness of his bone-crushing fangs. How easy for her to slip into his grip, to become part of him as he took her into the darkness. But she wouldn't. Instead she kept her eyes closed, letting a sharp-edged smile cross her lips.
What was she waiting for? How to put it into words. She kept quiet for a moment, opening her eyes to meet his empty stare.
'A promise was made to me a long time ago. I do not intend to let her break it.' It didn't really matter, and she knew, and she thought he knew. She could have said anything at all, and it would amount to the same. She watched him peacefully, watching the jaws flutter dangerously close to her lifesource. 'Unterrichten mich.' The words fell from her mouth loosely, almost slurred, as though she were growing drunk on his aura. In German she was bolder than in English. Would he understand her intentions? Did she understand her intentions.. yes. She wanted to follow him, become of him. If he'd let her.
She wondered why he couldn't see who's hand she would die at. Maybe she was wrong. No, she knew in her heart of hearts that her daughter would fulfill her promise. But not now, not for a while. Sabeen was young, herself. They both had to live, experience what life was. It was only when she became a broken shell that her life could be taken. Her body moved involuntarily under his cold touch, tensing at the closeness of his bone-crushing fangs. How easy for her to slip into his grip, to become part of him as he took her into the darkness. But she wouldn't. Instead she kept her eyes closed, letting a sharp-edged smile cross her lips.
What was she waiting for? How to put it into words. She kept quiet for a moment, opening her eyes to meet his empty stare.
'A promise was made to me a long time ago. I do not intend to let her break it.' It didn't really matter, and she knew, and she thought he knew. She could have said anything at all, and it would amount to the same. She watched him peacefully, watching the jaws flutter dangerously close to her lifesource. 'Unterrichten mich.' The words fell from her mouth loosely, almost slurred, as though she were growing drunk on his aura. In German she was bolder than in English. Would he understand her intentions? Did she understand her intentions.. yes. She wanted to follow him, become of him. If he'd let her.