• A Bond is Formed
    "You are like the stars – you remind me that even in darkness, there exists light."



    A shiver racked my body. Strange – the weather normally didn't get this chilly, especially in July. It was as if something was about to happen, something bad – but what? I shook my head slowly, dispelling the thought from my mind. I can't let myself get so worked up, I thought to myself and I walked down the cement sidewalk. After all, I was on the way to my loving boyfriend's house – Alex. The most perfect name for him.

    As soon as I spotted his house, my heart leaped into my throat and my stomach did a back flip. It wasn't a bad feeling – just…a little strange. And then he walked out, with his beautiful black hair waving slightly in the light breeze. His head turned. His bright, dark brown eyes caught my icy blue ones, and immediately I blushed. Those eyes sparkled with love – for me, and me alone, those sparkles grew brighter as I neared him. But another emotion glittered in his eyes – one I couldn't quite put a name to.

    "Greetings," he said with a smile and a curt nod. He opened his arms, and I allowed myself to become entranced by his warmth, his love, and his sweet scent as I embraced him. But even so, I could still sense something…some emotions he held, just beyond my reach.

    His hand trapped mine as he led me inside, to the room where he slept. The room wasn't particularly large – yet, it wasn't particularly small either. I sat quietly down on his bed, tracing the pattern on his comforter with the tip of my left index finger. The pattern started to entrance me, holding my attention right there. He sat next to me, breaking the trance the bed held on me, just watching as my head tilted upward to look at his face. Then suddenly, he spoke.

    "…We shouldn't go out anymore."

    My eyes widened. My finger stopped dead on its path. I desperately held back the tears pushing behind my eyes, threatening to pour down my face.

    "…What?..." My voice cracked.

    "I am not pure…I have been long dead…I cannot love," he said dully. I stared at his face. Can't love? What emotion was it then, the emotion I felt from him just ten minutes ago?

    "Don't say that, A-Alex…if anybody is impure…it is me," I replied, just as dully. I turned my head toward the ground in shame. "I kill those I love."

    "Razer…" My heart skipped a beat as he breathed my
    name. "You are pure, Razer…your heart, it can still love…Mine cannot…"

    "So…you're breaking up with me because you believe you are impure?" I murmured as I rose slowly from his bed, a tone of heartbreak coating my voice. He stole a somewhat guilty glance at me.

    "I'm sorry, Razer…" he said, his eyes diluted from the tears beginning to fill his eyes.

    "If that is what you choose to believe…" I said mechanically as I stepped out of the room, "Then maybe I don't deserve to live…" The tears finally spilled over, running down my cheeks and down my neck.

    "No…" he murmured, his eyes widening, a spark of pure worry flashing through his eyes and back again. I ignored him. I ran down the hall, making a sharp left, straight into his kitchen – the perfect resting place for knives. I fumbled as I pulled a knife out of the wooden drawer, laying the blade against the inside of my wrist. I yelped in mock agony as the sharp blade slit through my soft skin.

    "Razer, please…stop…" Alex was standing but a few feet from me. How long had he been there, just watching? It didn't matter. I clenched my teeth as I dragged the blade once more across my wrist, blood spilling from the wound, dripping to the ground.

    "Razer! Stop!" he finally shouted in panic. At my side in half an instant, he stole the blade from my hand and jumped back quickly, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. With a deep, low growl, I fished another from the drawer, cutting my hand in the process – but this knife went against my throat.

    What Alex did next stunned me beyond belief.

    The blade in his hand twitched, then suddenly was brought up and dragged hard through the flesh of his arm, form his elbow to his wrist. Warm, crimson blood beaded on the surface of the deep cut, quickly turning into streams of blood running down his arm and dripping on the floor. I twitched. I wanted it. And he noticed.

    "Show me your love, feast on my blood…" he whispered, a choke in his throat, holding his arm out to me. Tears from his soul dripped into his open wound. "Razer…" he choked out.

    The knife fell from my hand, hitting the ground with a sharp clatter. My mouth latched onto his arm, his warm blood flowing down my throat.

    "…please…" he whispered, his tears dripping into my lap. He pressed his face against my chest, sobbing, wrapping his free arm around me, tears dripping into my lap. "I need you my love…"

    I kept licking the sweet blood from his wound, the fight and fire disappearing from my body. He shuddered as the sobbing shook his body.

    "Please don't kill yourself…promise me with your heart, my love…" he murmured against my chest, tears still rolling down his face. When I didn't answer, he sighed, and then suddenly I felt a pair of lips against my neck, kissing it lightly. Then I felt a slight pain, feeling a pair of fangs sinking into my neck, sucking my warm blood as I took his. I closed my eyes as our hearts and minds, our souls, became one. Connected.

    Please love me… he thought as my blood flowed down his throat.

    Forever and always, mi Amor… I thought back. I felt him smile against my neck, then the pressure on it fading away as the fangs were removed.

    "Thank you for accepting me after the pain and misery you lived through, but how could you love me? What makes me different? Please…I need to know," he spoke inquiringly, laying his head on my shoulder. I took my mouth off his wound – which had ceased bleeding – and sighed.

    "You understand me…you care…you actually love me…and you're the only person who's ever shared blood with me…" I explained, licking his cut once more. He licked my bite wound in return.

    "You are the only person who'd ever trust me with your heart…" he murmured softly. I smiled. Then I felt his lips meeting mine and a blush crept across my face. He pulled away, his cheeks flushed deep pink.

    "By the way…I never was going to leave you…it was a test." I glanced at his with a newfound sense of respect. "To see if you would share your sweet blood with me. To prove your love to me."

    I was dead silent for a few, or many, moments, just taking in what had happened.

    "No matter what happens, we will always love each other…promise?" he said with a now loving smile, his hand held out to me.

    "I promise…" I replied softly, taking his hand. He pulled me in, holding me tight, love emanating from his body.

    "I love you, Alex…" I whispered, my arms tight around him. He kissed me softly, letting his love flow into my body as I kissed him back.

    "I love you too, Razer…" he whispered against my lips.

    And we sat there together in loving silence, the only light shining upon us from the window, as if the moon, the stars, and the gods were smiling upon us, congratulating our unrequited love. Completely silent, beside the simultaneous beating of our hearts, the thoughts of our minds, our very souls intertwined in an endless, loving dance.