Thread: Cold & True (Ava & ForeverMischievous)

His feelings clamped up in his throat, and after uttering one word, nothing else could come out. He was so afraid of her reaction, that he could do nothing but watch. And the first few seconds of awe, did nothing to calm his fright. And as her awe turned to disbelieving laughter, he could feel his heart drop even lower. She could never forgive him. There seemed no chance of that. So why did he linger? Why didn't he just vanish, as he'd done before. Just pop and away. But no. Something inside him, forced him to stay in place. Even as she accused him of being an hallucination, he was stone strong in his spot. His expression had seized all emotions, becoming stone cold and thoughtless. He didn't want it to show. None of it. He knew that she was real, and no hallucination of his. Although many of his kind was known to grow insane and see ghosts and things that wasn't there, but not him. His feelings for her, had made him strong in this long time of absence. And he could smell her. More thoroughly then he'd ever bee able to. Now her sweet scent, was mixed with the alluring one of his blood. It would be no trouble controlling his blood lust now, however. He was still sated. And this situation brought so many other feelings, that any other thought went flying. A soft gaze towards her pills, showed a few seconds of a frown upon his lips, before his eyes returned to hers. He breathed in, and sighed softly with an almost inedible groan, as his eyes dropped when she spoke of her hate and love for him. She had been torn. She'd once loved him over anything, and now he'd mixed her feelings. Mate her hate him. But nothing remained in him, but his love for her. He'd never found anything to do, except curse at his parents, move from place to place, and occasionally take part in the most devious of actions. Drinking of others. No. She had been his main thought, for the last many years. As she had been the most of his life. But then, as he'd been away from her, the thoughts of her didn't always help. But hurt. The thought of something he couldn't touch. Feel. He'd been torn between two worlds. One, where all he longed for was her. And one where he had to stick to the shadows, and knew they could never be together. She could never forgive him. Nor could there ever be a place in her life for one such as him. It was over. Why couldn't he just realize that, and forget her? Was it because she couldn't forget him? Because he was afraid, that she could not get him out of her head as well? That she felt the same pain, just twice-fold? Marcus gazed down upon her, now with a constant frown, as she'd gotten close. Afraid to touch him, fearing he'd disappear. Such symbolizm to how he'd vanished. Except, then she only let him leave to get a cup of ice cream. And then he'd just vanished. Now, she was afraid of doing something, they both loved. Touching. Caring. And he just remained silent, while she spoke. Still contemplating a vanish. Just go invisible, and she would never know, that she was not hallucinating. But the part of him who wanted to stay, remained stronger. And as her hand finally dared a touch, his eyes closed lightly, his lips parting to breathe in calmly. This was what he'd been needing. Just her touch. And seconds after, he felt her hand slap against his chest, his eyes opening again, gazing back down towards her. Her tears flooded from her now. She was no longer unable to hold them back. He couldn't cry. He couldn't allow it. If he did, she would know. His tears where no longer that of salty water, but that of thick blood. She would know. He couldn't. He held himself back from crying, as he observed her with a weak frown, and a failing breath, clear that he had cries stuck in his throat as well but was holding them back. And with those words 'I love you Marcus.' He could no longer restrain himself. Slowly, his hand raised from the pocket it had remained in for so long, and now moved towards his chest. His long fingers gently grasped her hand, very gently squeezing it, as his other hand approached her cheek. The second was hesitant, stopping close to Gabriella's face. Marcus closed his eyes for a moment, making a sad grimace, before his hand landed upon her cheek, and with a gently stroke of a finger, trying to lift her face back up to his. Without giving either of them time to think about it, he let their lips meet. Finally. That feeling. That taste. It was the only thing he'd needed, for so long. And now he had it. He had to do, what he'd done so often before. She hated having hiccups, but she loved getting them. Because she knew he'd kiss them away. He wanted that again. If nothing more, then just one last time. And instinctively, he knew how long he'd had to hold it. And if she didn't move, he'd kiss her until it vanished, before letting their lips part again with a longing sigh. He could've continued, but he knew that she couldn't. His eyes, now this close, gazed into hers, and she'd see the slight difference. At this time of night, and with the amount of blood he'd taken back then, made his eyes look almost normal. But there was still those hints of death and emptiness. But the depressive expression made all the feelings clear, that the yes couldn't. And finally, he could speak. N.. No. Gabriella. I.. Can't come back. There is no place for me here, anymore. I should've never come. The atrocities I have wrought upon you and others, has no place in Spring Hills. With you. You must try to forget me. Find a new life. What I've b.. Done... It can never be forgiven. So.. Forget me. Please. Please, forget me, so that I can forget you as well. We can't. Be together anymore. I.. It was so desperately clear in his voice, that these words had to be fought out. That the words weren't consensual. That he wanted not to utter them. But he had to. This couldn't be.. They, could not be.