| Yasmine ran a brush through her hair, thinking once more about her childer she had created over the decades. One stood out in her mind, making her smile, even though she had not seen him since the death of the priest. Sorrow shadowed her face as she continued to brush her hair. It had been a terrible battle, the one that followed that death. Blood had flown so freely that it reminded her of a river. She knew no bounds in her sorrow. She had loved that priest, Father O'Malley. A smile light upon her face. Christopher O'Malley, a good Irish name if she had ever heard of one. She had not known a more loving man, a more kind considerate caring individual in all of her entire immortal life upon this earth. Yasmine put her hair up, her eyes tearing up with memories that she had thought long banished into the dark recess of her mind. She remembered the night that she had first meet him. She was hunting for her damnable son, Rafel, who had been kidnapped. It had been Rafel's girlfriend at the time who had brought the priest to them. Jenna had been a witch with powers in her own right. She knew the priest knew how to save Rafel. She paused, thinking about her son Rafel. The last she would ever make. A laugh bubbled inside of her, she could not prevent it. Rafel, with his long, dark black hair, soft blue eyes, and that damnable personality. He would save the world someday, Yasmine was certain of it, but right now he was having trouble saving himself. She shook off that thought as well. It was time for her to go hunting. She had put it off long enough with her morose thoughts. Avalon came to her, almost sensing how deep in thought Yasmine was. This lover was sensitive like that. He knew her better than she knew herself at times, she thought with a brief smile. However, tonight the memories would not stay at bay. They crowded upon her, demanding her attention. She closed her eyes. His soft hand brushed against her cheek, brushing away the tears. "You die each night, Yasmine. Why do you torment yourself so?" She had no single answer for Avalon. She could not think of one single reason. Too many crowded into her head, wanting to be told, wanting to be spoken of. It was Christopher's death, Rafel's loss of innocence, Paul's pain at killing, Ruby's hunger for eternal blood, the torture of Abby, and the burning of Kris. It was this and it wasn't. Perhaps if she pinpointed it, it would be more selfish than that. It was the death of all that she was. It was the innocence that she had lost in that town, trying so hard to please her husband, to please the ungrateful townspeople. Perhaps it was the torture that she went through, each time the townspeople would catch on, and try to banish her from their lives. Perhaps it was seeing her childer die before her, perish into the depth of blackness that not even her piercing eyes could see through. She didn't want to talk of this, didn't want to express this to the one who was still with her, the one who was her heart and soul. Avalon could stand to hear much of what lay within her, of all the innocents that she has killed in her immortal life, of the pain she has survived, but he could not stand to hear of her in so much pain. Instead she kissed him, took him into her arms, and died a little for him, as she died a little for Christopher, as she died a little for Rafel. She tasted his eagerness for the ritual, one that they have shared many a night, the light kissing leading to deeper heart wrenching ones. Her nipping at his throat, desiring that part of him which could norish her. She wanted him, wanted him desperately, with a passion. Wanted to forget, for tonight, about her other childer, her other pains and bruises. She wanted the blissfulness of his blood. So, together, they died a little death. They intertwined and died with one another. After all, they died each night. |