Inside the room, in the gloom, there were two dark figures, facing each other, which is studied each other.
-So let out your guy? -, Ulrich said, wiping a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth.
-He-has nothing to do with us, faith is justified, but felt a twinge in the stomach thinking that probably would not see again. He was too weak to fight a long time, but had to try, if only to make himself useful. These were his thoughts, but Matt's voice calling her and her sobs desperately kill the interruption. Not even a second thought to get him, but he had to tell him something.
-Matt-he shouted. And he knew that he had heard, because he stopped crying, listening.
-Matt, listen! Get out of here with Chris and Manu, I ... I will join you-he concluded that perhaps knowing it was a lie.
No, let me in! -, Anxious shouted Matt, feeling helpless and hopeless again, beating his fists on the door.
-No! Do as I told you! -, She screamed hysterically, without losing sight of Ulrich, who grinned and enjoyed rubbing his hands.
-Faith! -, Exploded the voice on the other hand, do not leave you here! I ... I promised Chris that gliel'avrei made to pay for Manu! At least for this!
Faith sighed, then closed his eyes and said
-Matt, you're too weak! Get out and let me do it! He wanted to play
presumptuous enough, but since Matt hesitated, and then cried with choking voice:
-D 'agreement ... I love you, Faith ...
-Anch' I love you, Matt! But now go away! - She said, holding back her tears.
She heard the uncertain steps away on the other side, and sighed again, then concentrated on the figure a few meters from him. The legs and arms were shaking, also the pain had not ceased even for a moment, and the red blood formed a stream on his legs. The heart began to go wild with fear, he swallowed and tried to appear strong and decisive Ulrich's eyes, but this was not deceived.
"Well, now it will be easier to settle, without that half-cap, snickered.
-You are so sure to be stronger than me? -, She ventured trying to sound defiant.
-course-, he retorted, smiling evil,-I have shown you before. And even your boyfriend knows and you know ... do not ever see again!
Faith growled, and then jumped with the intention to land, but he managed to block his fist, squeezing firmly on the wrist and hitting it with another punch to the stomach. She stifled a groan of pain, and tried with his other hand but that was stopped. He screamed in frustration, but managed to kicked in the stomach. The man leaned for a moment of pain, and she took the opportunity to give a powerful punch that sent him to the ground, blood was pouring from his nose already battered by previous scuffle. But then Ulrich looked furious, and stood up quickly, pressing his hands against his neck. She gasped and found himself lying on the ground, inches of the man who pressed the jugular vein. Waving his arms and legs movements desperate, but he held her firmly on the ground, with the grin that was spreading on his face dark.
Then she opened her eyes suddenly, and now they were veiled in a black deep and liquid. Now his party had got the better animal than human, he had forgotten the real objective of the fight in favor of the need to satisfy my hunger.
hurled by the man with the energy of despair and pounced on him, ready to partake of his blood. In fact, he managed to move away from the collar as he pressed against the table, and it bites.
'This blood is not even good', she thought. But the same
gurgled in its bite, and Ulrich, slowly, he realized he was unconscious. With much of the strength he had left, pushed to the side, feeling the relief of the holes released by the two sharp teeth.
Then he grabbed two tubes.
Faith teams suspicious, then he realized what he wanted to do. Paled coming to himself, opening the eyes of new green terror, rushed at the door handle looking at every way to open it and succeeded just before getting to grab his wrist. He ran with all his strength, limping, and gained the stairs to begin climbing them, but had to turn around a terrified looking unnatural light and strong behind him.
Soon after he was thrown by an impalpable force against the wall and slammed his head violently.
Then the air around her echoed with a deafening sound, but could not hear him.
Matt was out. He sat next to Chris and Manu, the hair taut while torturing his friend tried to calm him with the same words he had heard just before the magician, when something made them turn to the villa.
At first it seemed that the walls were inflated, then crumbled in the air and exploded in an orange glow, red and blue that spread in the immediate vicinity, an unnatural heat emanated from the light and din that accompanied all this vision deafened them.
before the shock was instinctive.
Then Matt's heart stopped for some long seconds, and breath died in his throat.
you.
He rose unsteadily, turned pale, staring at the point where before there was the door and then ran.
Even if the flames enveloped the ones that were now ruined.
disappear, swallowed by the fire, and his two friends were looking at the point where it had vanished, too shocked to move, with the stomach closed.
did not know how much time had passed, but eventually they saw a dim flame, and immediately see a silhouette. In fact, two.
Matt appeared before their eyes.
It was holding the slender figure, arms, legs and head dropped limply down.
Manu took a few seconds to process that image. He stared at the broken body along the friend. Then she burst into a scream that covered everything.
-NO !!!-, cried desperately, stood up and ran as hard as he could.
Chris for a few seconds remained on the floor, with vacant eyes that stared at the same point. Incredulous, he rose slowly and limped back to Manu, who reached the figure that shake the ground and threw himself on his knees while he was still in the running, scraping her knees.
"No," he repeated softly, broke out to cry, staring at the face of the vampire without stopping to caress her cheeks warm.
The Mind of Matt stopped at that time.
kept staring at that lifeless body was just lying on the grass, a visible blood stain covered much of the face, eyes closed and his mouth barely ajar, as if looking for a little air . And then the long black hair around the body, the black robe stained with blood and walked her femininity.
And he knew that would never tested, or touched, kissed or hugged or even ... not anymore.
Faith was gone, and this time forever.
decided to give her a last goodbye ... a goodbye, she thought her heart. A farewell, he said his mind. But he did not care for him that love would never end.
Then bent down slowly, just enough to get his head in his hands and push her pale face. And Matt tasted for the last time the soft flesh, those beautiful lips that had always been his, which still contained a small spark in their life, a spark, however, was rapidly fading. The soft flesh was losing what little heat he possessed, and Matt tried in vain to wake her beautiful, trying to invite her to dance with their own language ... but it did not work at all. Copious tears coming down his face, and let out a desperate cry to heaven before collapsing next to his beloved, his vampire senseless destruction under the gaze of the other two.
Then he awoke. With his head turned, she still looked lifeless at his side, it was just incredulous. The mind simply could not no thought process, so moved mechanically, took her in his arms the cold body and stood up with difficulty.
Manu, who was shaken by sobs, hysterical, and Chris were embraced as he tried to comfort her as best he could, but he knew it was useless. They looked up to those of Matt, looking at the pale face who kept leaning on the chest, sounding painfully delusional said
-Do we have to go ... ... true beliefs?! - And looked at his two friends.
They looked at each other, then nodded without comment, and bassist offered to take the body, but refused the dark clutching his chest the stiff hand of the vampire and then bringing it to his lips.
slowly came out of the property, the fire savagely devoured what was left of the villa.
From that day had passed the long weeks.
Or maybe it was months, now no longer made sense to count the days that had passed, because for good or evil must go on.
Manu was upset, tried to bury the pain and shock in a neutral expression, at least when he was outside the home, he tried with all the determination and until then we had succeeded well enough to avoid questions that people did, because he would not come back, did not want the rest of the world knew, and whispered phrases useless to try to comfort her. Instead, when he was at home could not drop the armor, because Chris deserves to know what he thought, at any time.
The first days were very hard, day living as if nothing had happened, but at night crying for hours, believing that her husband was asleep, but he listened to the dismay anguished sobs, having given up immediately groped by to comfort her, and often wrapped his arms and wept silently with her until she fell asleep With tears still etched on her face.
not made love. This pain and fear so strong inside that she forbade him to be near her, and saw growth of the thorns of anxiety around her fragile, sweet flower, that he had never had the heart to want to forge stronger in hand. The only thing I could do was keep it close as often as he could. This was only to prevent it from falling apart, in those early days: the warm embrace, strong and protective of the boy, because in those moments hidden smile on his chest and could feel safe, that gesture had its soothing to that would warm the heart.
One night back in their forest, he as a wolf by gray fur and brown, she dressed in that dress made of magic, because the mutation to happen away from him suspicious looks. They stopped for a moment amused gaze of the animal lingered on the marble of their first love, and the sorceress smiled. He lay on the ground, howling with hunger, and she sat beside him, and then around his back with his arms. Feel the beat boom in the chest, and accelerate as soon as she inadvertently put her face in but soft shaggy fur.
-I can not forget-he whispered after a while ', more to herself than to mate.
He responded with a slight rumble that made his stomach vibrate slightly. He did not sound threatening, but rather was something sweet and reassuring.
- ... But you do not deserve such punishment, he added, looking at him.
Chris just turned his head and touched her cheek to the nose moist and soft, noting the gesture with a melancholy whistle.
-Chris, I promise that I will do everything possible not to weigh you ... - he began, but was interrupted by the growl almost angry at him. She stared at him in amazement, he saw that he was lifting, and sat with her hands propped in precarious balance. He looked at her continuing to deliver that sound frightening, silent, and then came up to brush the tip of the nose on his forehead. He sniffed his temples, cheeks and neck and then making her shiver. Finally, the nose is stopped in his chest. He pushed hard to make it fall back, without stopping to press that point, when she was lying and put his ear on his heart.
-I want to hear it. I want to hear ... what beats, What to bleed. And I want that weight on me, because your suffering is also mine, and I know what I suffer with you-, thought intensely, as if to let out those words from the mind.
She stared at him confused, then seemed to make sense of that attitude.
smiled and stroked his head, behind the ears.
-You're right. E 'already too hard to fake it out of the house, it would hide too well ... then you are right that you everything from me-she whispered. Chris caught the underlying meaning of that last sentence and apparently liked it because it moved the nose up to his neck and licked her chin making her jump to that vibration and sudden heat. He muttered a sound like a laugh, and lay back down, relaxed.
She returned to lie on his back looking at the moon
felt the solid body below him rise and fall slowly, reassuring, and a crisp breeze on his face like a scroll trickle of cold water, so nice to take your breath away. With his hands clasped on his stomach, staring into the sky, for once he could not think of anything.
It was a relief, for once, leave everything behind, was a moment of peace and was happy to share it only with him.
That was one of the moments that she was as the anchor of salvation.
The others were those who went to Meme and Sun, with the friendship between one another and coalesce.
The most important were those in which, on that night in the woods, began to give her lips, her body and her whole heart to the man who spent her time at her side, as promised.
anguish But then came back to tighten the neck like a vice in times of peace and the slightest hint of what had happened that damn day, or when her gaze fell upon the long scar on left & rsquo ; abdomen and belly of Chris.
Moreover, the sorceress was obsessed by a thought: could not find just what had happened to the vampire, but especially to Matt, it was not fair that she had survived, would have to die too, and instead was allowed to continue living to have the opportunity to have the next person he loved, while he was left alone to suffer without hope, helpless in the face of reality. It was really unfair that he should pay for all.
The real victim was himself, he was alone, separated forever from his wife, who was able to make full and happy in the little time they had spent together.
Every morning he woke with a start, unconsciously believing that she was still there in the world to love him, and then the awareness, the plain truth swooped on him in the seconds immediately following routinely hook and dragging it down to his chest, making him sink in his black abyss, as always.
each morning.
Lately he had also developed a strange desire, something that perhaps would have raised from all that pain, loneliness, dreams confused that he did every night, the thought of her, the crazy and obsessive desire to be able to touch it again, talk to them , again to see her two beautiful green pearls observe maliciously, to smell good to her and to hear their heart beating again for real.
But there was still an issue to fix, something he had set aside and that he had forgotten because he had met Faith.
One evening Chris was alone, reading casually, worried about prolonged absence of his girlfriend.
He heard the bell ring, and jumped up like a spring to open.
was not Manu. It was Matthew.
-Matt?! Gosh, how strange to see you!
The singer looked at him and smiled weakly, then whispered:
-I was missing.
Chris rolled his eyes. The situation was paradoxical. You too
-we missed you, Matt ... You're also going Dom?
-No ... I want to see you ... because I need to talk, and you're the only one who can understand ... - whispered the dark.
Chris nodded, having already knew what he would speak, so took a deep breath, made him sit down and began to tell what they had done in that time frame in which they had not seen ..
Then they talked without restraint or inhibitions the evening of her death, the sense of destruction of all.
spend a few hours, and then Matt said, lowering his head-
not see her again ... never .
Awareness took possession of him, the faint trace of hope that still smoldering after all of a sudden died, he heard a big gash in the chest that was reopened after all this time spent trying to fix it. He stood as unstable as if he had not walked for months, while Chris did the same, then came up and finally jumped into the arms of bass, bursting into tears. The brown
hugged him with strength and solidarity, his chin resting on his head and listening to the groans helplessly stabbing pain.
After a while, her sobs lessened in intensity, and Matt's body began to sway as if he wanted to be rocked.
Almost without noticing, Chris passed his fingers through his hair and kissed her forehead and carefully.
Matt raised his head and blue eyes filled with brown ones.
The singer, feeling as if in a trance, got up on tiptoe, not rejected, and went up to the face of his friend, who suddenly seemed to understand and approve.
With total innocence, just touched the lips of brown with a small, slight kiss, which had nothing of the connotation usually given that gesture. It was not sexy, mischievous, or love.
There was some intangible sense of relief, because somehow strange, convoluted and not entirely comprehensible, Matt had come full circle with Chris, who had an attraction for each other to ' beginning of their affair could now go out at all.
Naturally, Matt returned to support the head of his chest, murmuring phrases that they wanted to be comforting, making them part of his emptiness and his pain.
When he returned he found them in that exact Manu position, Chris looked at her with an inscrutable expression, she walked over and took Matt's hand, then embraced him, all without a single word, because after all there was nothing to say. When the singer left, Chris told her those few times when they had thought to try something more than friendship, and sincere in saying it was the kiss. She understood, nodded, and then spent the rest of the night hugging on the sofa, close affectionately, and then fall asleep.
From that night had passed other weeks, and then something happened again.
Manu stood up with a strange feeling, as if something in your belly to get up the premises throat. From the bed she ran to the bathroom with some urgency, and Chris was startled at the door asking what was going on and getting only disturbing ways. A few minutes later came out, pale and sweaty, panting and clutching the door frame.
-Manu, who you got? - He asked, rushing to support her.
-Well, I threw up ... did not understand? - He murmured weakly woman.
-and why so suddenly? Have you caught cold? Have you eaten something strange? - he asked worried.
-I do not know, Chris, I do not know ... actually not the first time this has happened ... is somewhere that I do this morning ... I've got a vague idea ...
-Oh ...
-is ... no, better not get better ... ideas ... before - he left the sentence hanging, uncomfortable.
-You think ... -, Chris began bleaching.
-Well, even if it is hazardous ... And if it were true? If I were ...
could not even tell.
Chris stared at her seriously, took a deep breath, then relaxed his face.
-We will see. But if so ... they are not mature enough to do shit ...
Manu it was hoped, had never considered such a possibility, and probably now would have to come to terms.
Her hands trembled as she took his hand in the box that held out the Meme worried. He looked at her and received a look of encouragement, then headed to the bathroom and stayed there for long minutes, while Chris glances chilling at the door and already gnawed fingernails worn to the nervousness.
Finally, the handle is lowered with one click.
appeared the figure of the girl, and saw the icy expression on his face.
-So?! - He asked Chris hysterical in tone, and she looked at him with eyes full of tears.
-Chris ... it is good-he whispered, holding her belly, then slid along the wall, sitting down and bursting into tears.
He and Meme were petrified, then the man moved and knelt beside her.
Almost imperceptibly began to stroke her hair, and whispered
-D 'agreement ... Okay, I'm with you.
She looked up meeting his two big brown eyes that embraced tenderly.
-Really? You ... do not desert me? "- He said then, still a whisper.
Meme, feeling really too much, closing the door quietly slipped away.
remained alone, looking at the thesis. Then the
Chris hugged and kissed her head felt I was starting to sob.
-Of course not ... -, he murmured.
and face the situation together.
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