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Shake the Disease Pt VIII: The Meaning of Love (standard:fantasy, 878 words) [8/11] show all parts | |||
Author: Jenkis | Added: Dec 05 2000 | Views/Reads: 2953/4 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Best if you read parts 1 through 7. Drakon defines Love while Sioux experiences it once more. Tai ponders Humanity. FEEDBACK HIGHLY APPRECIATED. | |||
Sioux and Gwendal’s first son, Aiken, was born three years after his parent’s Wedding one November night, and therefore thought not to live very much. In those times, children who were born in the Night were considered a specific sacrifice to the *Vampyres*. He was an extremely beautiful child with his Father’s black hair and his Mother’s sapphire eyes. He drew out all of the love his Mother had left in her and reveled in it, sometimes in an almost devious way. Through Aiken, Gwendal and Sioux came closer together so that they almost liked each other. To them both Aiken was everything, even if in their world to love one’s child so fiercely could mean severe heart-break. * * * Elrych laid on his bed with his arms around Tai, smelling the vanilla-scented essence that emanated from her. In her deep, impenetrable sleep, Tai whispered Drakon’s name and smiled. * * * Drakon moaned loudly with pleasure as he sucked the life out from a slave-boy by the name of Andrew, who lay entangled with him on Drakon’s bed. The boy, who was only fourteen, was also in ecstasy as Drakon’s hand rested in between the boy’s legs and he cradled him like a baby. Drakon’s mind was shimmering with colors inside as he glimpsed the boy’s short and miserable life before coming to the castle in the middle of the City of the Dead. He’d been brought here by a True Blood named Val (who unbeknownst to Drakon, was his own father) when he’d been nine. Drakon feasted on the boy’s sadness as if it were blood and almost wept at the boy’s utter innocence. The boy had fallen in love with Drakon and trusted him deeply. He died in an absolute state of bliss, thinking of Drakon. * * * “Gwendal, you don’t really think the *Vampyres* will come and get our child, do you?” Sioux frowned at her husband as they went to bed one evening after their son’s third birthday. He turned and looked at her. “It may happen but no, I don’t think that he is destined for that, no,” he said thoughtfully. “If something happened to Aiken . . . I really don’t know what I’d do,” she whispered. “I understand what you feel, Sioux, I more than once have thought of that and reached the same conclusion,” he frowned as he lay next to her. Out of habit, she turned and cuddled closer to him and out of habit he put his arms around her. “Sioux?” he whispered after a while. “Yes?” she whispered back. “Did you love Elrych?” he asked. “I suppose in a way I did. But I didn’t have enough time to really do so,” she reflected, “Did you love Kaitlin?” “Yes, with all of me,” he whispered. “Sioux?” he said. “Yes, Gwendal?” she answered. “Did you ever love anyone, I mean really loved them?” he said. “Yes, once,” her eyes filled with tears. “What was his name?” he asked. “Drakon,” she sighed. “Did I know him?” he inquired. “I don’t think so. He was too good, really,” she smiled sadly, “He always was.” * * * Tai entered Drakon’s chamber silently, threw a look at Andrew’s dead body on the floor and turned to Drakon who sat by a mirror. “Drakon,” she said and he turned to look at her. “Tai,” he smiled. “I take it you are staying in tonight?” she asked, sitting beside him, and motioned to Andrew. “Yes,” he answered. “Are you going into one of your moods again?” she asked him. “No, I suppose I’m not. Don’t really have a reason to,” he frowned. “All right, good. I hate it when you get like that. I feel all uncomfortable, you know?” she gave him what to her kind was a warm look but couldn’t really be further from one. “Uncomfortable?” he frowned, “What do you mean by that, Tai?” “I can’t explain,” she frowned for a second, “Like it bothers me to see you like that. It’s the strangest thing, really. But I don’t want to think about it, ok?” then she leaned over and put her arms softly around him, resting her head on his shoulder. He sighed against her hair. “I killed him, you know? Andrew?” he whispered after a little while, “And he was in love with me.” “Hmmm,” she said, “Love. What’s that like?” “Love is when you care about someone so much that you come to understand why they hurt you and you forgive them for it and finally hurt is all you expect,” he said thoughtfully “Doesn’t sound like fun, the one that you Love hurting you,” answered she, “But I really wouldn’t know.” “I suppose not,” he gave an ironic laugh “Does it really bother you about Elrych?” she asked after a long pause. “What do you mean?” he frowned at her. “I mean, does he bother you?” she said. “Does it matter?” his eyes searched hers. “I don’t know,” she looked into space, then shook her head, “No, I suppose it doesn’t. That was a silly question,” she smiled. He said nothing. “Suppose your humanity is rubbing off on me?” she laughed, “That would be decidedly horrible, wouldn’t it?” Once again, he said nothing. Tweet
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