Immortalisation (standard:fantasy, 1012 words)
Author: Melkor	Added: Jun 22 2007	Views/Reads: 3173/2147	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
He had met her here countless times, but this time something was different.

He looked on as the sun set. The same image that backdropped innumerable
memories. His gaze wandered around the three walled shack. This was 
their favourite place. Isolated, and overlooking most of the world they 
knew. They would wait until the sun set, and then climb back down to 
the city. The orange light was slowly fading away. He couldn't remember 
the last time they had decided to meet here this late. There would 
definitely be something important she wanted to say. 

He looked back at the sun. It was seconds away from sinking below the
horizon. He reached his hand out, as if to catch it. To hold it there 
until she comes, just so she can watch it, even if it would be for the 
thousandth time. He noticed it was drizzling. It felt like a cool layer 
of morning dew forming over his hand. He waited in daydream, until the 
stars began to appear in the sky, along with the city lights below. 

Just when he began to wonder if he should worry about her, she walked up
to the door. Greetings that could not be said in words were exchanged 
as she waited there. He could tell from when he first saw her that 
something was different. Her face seemed naked without the smile that 
he was used to seeing. And as most other things, it was more beautiful 
that way. 

He stood up, and broke the silence, without ever breaking eye contact.
"What took you so long?" "Long story." Anxious, though he was, he would 
have to wait for her to tell him her way. She walked up to him and 
said, "It's not what you think." "You're so sure you know what I 
think?" "Maybe I don't. But I'm sure I know the things you won't think, 
and this is one of them." She turned toward the window, and said "I 
like the night better, don't you? It brings out our true characters. We 
can be just who we want to be, and there's no one around to bother us. 
Night is for those who are different, and some of those who want to 
be." He didn't say anything, knowing that she would then get to the 
point faster. 

She turned to face him again. And then she kissed him. And even that was
different. So different that he couldn't even begin to identify what 
was different about it. It wasn't warm; it reminded him of the drizzle 
outside. Like cool morning dew. He could still unmistakably identify 
her though, and that was definitely a good thing. 

"You love me." He was tempted to answer, but he knew it wasn't a
question. "We swore that we'll stay together, whatever it takes. But 
I'm not gonna hold you to that.” she continued. He opened his mouth, 
but she didn't give him enough time to realise that he hadn't found 
words yet. "My life changed completely yesterday. More than I could 
ever imagine. And now, you're going to have to make a choice. If you 
chose to stay with me, you'll have to let go of everything else you 
have, and everything you know. We'll have to leave this place, leave 
everyone you know behind. Leave behind your life, your dreams, your 
whole world. And you will most probably also end up leaving behind who 
you are. 

"So, you can leave yourself, or ..." He had already completed the
sentence. "I'm not leaving you. I'd like to stick to every promise I 
made. I meant all that I said. I'm prepared to let go of everything you 
need me to, as long as I understand the reasons why I must." She moved 
closer, and said almost in his ear, "And that, I promise, you will." 
ending in just a whisper. 

She kissed him again. This time, he couldn't even identify her. As he
was trying to figure out how she changed so suddenly, who she was now, 
and where she might want him to go, she moved down to his neck, and bit 
so hard that he gasped and opened his eyes. He tried to jerk himself 
away, but her grip was too strong. He noticed how fast he was 
breathing, and then suddenly noticed that she wasn't breathing at all. 
He made sense of it now, the choice he had just made. His heart was 
racing, but he knew hers wouldn't be beating at all. Now that he knew 
what she was doing, he could feel the life being sucked out of him. The 
world around him slowly faded away, until all he could see was black. 
Had life already left him? He must have thought out loud, because he 
heard her say: "Life will leave, but death won't come." 

He couldn't move, and he couldn't see, but he could still hear her, and
he could still talk in whispers. "You lied to me.", he said. 



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