Thread: Cold & True (Ava & ForeverMischievous)

Five cursed years... Five cursed years had passed, since any dream of a decent, proper life had ended. Back then.. Back then, he'd had a dream. A dream to live a warm and pleasant life, with the only woman in his life, he ever truly cared for, in a way that meant something. Friends. Family. But none of them meant anything, compared to his Gabriella. His little Eloise, as he'd called her when they teased one another. She always preferred her first name, or Gabby. But he always thought Eloise sounded so cute. And calling her so, didn't make her mad. Only made her giggle, and playfully hit his arm. Oh what he would do, to hear that precious giggle once again. Just. At least in his mind. He couldn't even remember how it was. Her voice. Her touch. But he remembered one thing. The feelings she gave him. Warmth. Pleasure. Love. There was nothing like it. He'd give everything, to get all that back. But he'd washed all that away. Everything, thrown away because of misinformation. Held back, for his own protection? To let him see his first night, for the pleasure it would give him. The surprise. The ecstasy. And his parents had been right. The ecstasy had felt great. But after a moment of bliss, blood covering his fanged teeth, the taste overwhelming his every senses. After all that, a rush of great grief and fear, had rushed over him instead. Gabriella's best friend. Best friend so, that she would have probably become a bridesmaid at their wedding. Jenna. She had been a nice girl. Fun at parties. Understanding when the two wanted a night for themselves. She often helped him find seizes fitting Gabriella, in a time where he didn't know by heart yet, the size of his lover. But then. And so sudden, her life had been ripped away from her. By his hands. Or fangs, as it be. At an age of twenty, Vampireism sprouted forth from its roots. Until that age, purebloods grew like any human would, to reach a proper age. A strong age. But then at twenty, they would undergo the Embrace. It would be a sudden rush of pure blood thirst. It hadn't been carnage. It had just been his teeth to Jenna's neck, when he'd pulled over to say hey. She didn't die painlessly. It was painful in more ways then just physically. A good friend, fiance of her best friend, suckling at her throat. Sipping every last drop of her life away. He'd been afraid. -If- she could ever accept the monster he was. There was no doubt she'd never forgive him for this. No mater how much he explained it wasn't on purpose. No. He had to leave. No mater how much it scarred him. And that was that. Everything ended. That night. Now he returned to his home town. Spring Hill. The pain, had just been too severe. He could no longer resist the urge, to see all the memories again. He'd forgotten her smell. Her sounds. Her touch. He wanted all that back. It was all that kept him going. Everything that kept him standing. But now, he felt himself falling. Falling for the same blood thirsty tendencies as in the past. The thought of her warmth and love, had kept him from doing those things. He never killed, but only drank enough to last from a victim. He developed a mixture, that allowed him to put his victims asleep, so they'd only think they fainted. Then, once he'd gotten what he needed, he'd grant them two tiny drops of his blood, one on each of the puncture wounds, and they would vanish before the victim would even wake up, leaving no trace behind. But a week ago, he'd let himself go again. Had another accident. Killed again. That is when he'd decided to return to the lovely Spring Hills. Already, memories rolled over him. His first destination, the place he'd missed the most. The park. Oh, the park. The many fond memories here, couldn't be counted on one hand. If only he could remember. But it was all gone. All out of his mind. Memories that should never be forgotten, had faded away. That is why he was here. He needed Gabriella in his mind again. Needed the memory. Of her voice. Of her eyes. Of her touch. Anything. Everything. Just.. Something. Walking down the narrow road, his deep dark eyes gazed out from behind a few black locks of hair, that had rebelliously dropped before his eyes. The collar of his long black trench coat, was raised behind his neck, shrouding him to most surroundings. Even in the dark, he never felt secure. He couldn't live with this existence. There was no one he could trust with his secret. No one he dared tell. He was alone, having shunned his family for keeping his true existence a secret. It was just him. Heavy black boots carried him towards the small dam, next to the playground. Here, he took a moment, gazing into the water. The dark eyes didn't glisten in the faded light of the moon. They seemed dead and empty. And so they where. He remembered nothing. So he was nothing. Such horrid melancholy. He didn't, however, feel sorry for himself. All his pain and anguish, had been aimed at Gabriella. She was the one who lost the most. And that, all because of him. With a shake of his head, he turned around on his heels, slowly making his way towards the playgrounds. He had to remember something there. So many hours spent. Laughing. Smiling. Not just when they where children. But as adults, they'd still find enough childishness in their hearts, to play gentle games of catch on the playgrounds at night. When enjoying a lovely moonlight walk. But now, moonlight walks was all he could take. And it made them ever so bitter and false. Not the same magical feeling, as in the past. No. The joy in most things, had long since past. But as he made his way towards the playgrounds, he heard the familiar sound of swings, swaying. Then, he cast his eyes towards the swings, and saw something he couldn't quite believe. Was it his mind? Did he finally find an image of her again? Could he finally feel her presence once again? No. This was real. She really was there. Sitting on the swing set, so very close to him. The coward side of him, wanted so desperately to just run away, before she saw him. But even if he did so, it would already have been too late. She could see him. His face. And nothing much had changed about it. His feast last week on the poor victim, had left him as lively as it was possible for his race. She couldn't, however, see his dark eyes. See the red hint, that was now their reality. Where there was once brown pearls, was now red mists. His lips parted. As if he was about to speak to her. But. Why? They had nothing anymore. He'd destroyed all that. What could he ever have to say to her? Eloise? He faintly managed to speak, his hands feeling even heavier in their pockets in the trench coat. And that was all he could manage. Then, he was overwhelmed by memories. All those times they'd had. Smiled. Laughed. Hugged. Loved. He had dreamt of this moment. But never thought it would happen. He'd imagined himself long gone by now. Yet still, here he was. Gazing upon Gabriella, completely out of words.