Sora sighed sadly, staring at the window at the faintly brightening sky. Another night past, another soul taken, and still no end in sight. What did it all mean? This half-life that he lived…taking lives to prolong his own, spilling blood to satiate the carnal desire that now and for the past hundred years had defined who he was. “Perhaps this morning I’ll wait to see the sun…” Sora whispered softly, tears in his eyes. Yes, this would be the morning, the morning that he would finally enter eternal sleep.
As the sky continually got brighter, Sora closed his eyes and waited, memories of his life with Yuki passing before his closed lids. What wonderful things they had seen and done and experienced together…”Forgive me, Yuki,” Sora said softly, his tears spilling down his cheeks.
“Forgive you for what?” came a deep voiced reply, the faintest hint of a Hispanic accent lingering in his tone. Yuki sauntered into the room in a pair of black boxers, rubbing a towel through his hair. His eyes immediately bulged when he saw Sora standing in front of the windows with the heavy drapes pulled wide open. Sora meanwhile had about the same shocked expression. ‘I AM going to die this morning…Yuki’s going to kill me!’ he thought desperately.
Yuki was across the room in a flash and pushing Sora aside so roughly that he slammed into the wall. Yuki yanked the triple lined velvet drapes closed and secured them at probably the last possible moment. He panted slightly, his nerves on edge. That had been close…very close. “Why…why do you do this?!” Yuki thundered, turning to glare at Sora with a deadly look in his eyes. Sora recoiled in fear, raising his hands in front of him, his black eyes wide and filled with terror.
Sora gasped and braced himself to be hit when he saw Yuki approach but instead, Yuki placed his hands on the wall on either side of Sora’s head. When Sora opened his eyes he was staring directly into Yuki’s troubled face, his eyes closed. “Is it so terrible…being trapped here with me?” he asked softly, slowly opening his bright green eyes to stare into Sora, who found himself instantly melting.
“No, Yuki…it’s not you…you know I…you know how I feel about you…I just…feel guilty,” Sora choked out, more tears streaming from his eyes. Yuki sighed and wiped them away. “Stop being so foolish,” he said as he straightened up and tossed his towel over a chair. He idly wondered if Sora was a vegetarian while he was a human, but honestly didn’t remember. When he glanced back, he saw that Sora was frowning. If there was anything that the tenderhearted vampire hated, it was being called foolish.
Yuki sighed again. He’d thought they’d had a lovely evening. A wonderful dinner, watching the moon together and then Yuki had taken his usual steamy shower…however walking into the room to find your companion trying to commit suicide was probably a clue that something wasn’t right.
“Must I find a way to rip the sun from the sky to keep you by my side, Sora?” Yuki asked softly.
Sora felt himself blush as he stared at Yuki’s handsome face. He looked so tired and worried. “Yuki! I’m sorry,” Sora choked out, rushing into his arms. Yuki smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around Sora. “Come on, I can’t stay awake any longer. If you try that again I’m going to chain you to the bed every day,” he said, chuckling slightly but then paused, a devious grin flashing across his lips. “That actually sounds like a good idea anyway,” he said with a wink, relaxing when he saw Sora’s cheeks flush a familiar shade of crimson.
“Don’t say things like that!” Sora insisted bashfully as he slipped into their grand, canopied bed. Yuki continued to chuckle. “I know you’d like it…I’ll buy some handcuffs tomorrow evening,” he said as he walked around the bed and pulled the curtains closed. “YUKI!” Sora exclaimed, hiding his face in a pillow. Yuki crawled in and pulled Sora into his arms, almost instantly falling asleep, a smile on his face.
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“I don’t know…what do YOU want?” Sora asked exasperatedly, throwing himself onto a sofa as he watched the sky lose all hints of color. Yuki was sitting in a chair, chuckling as he read the newspaper but it was still the same old routine…what was for dinner?
“Well we had an Italian last night so I know you won’t want that…Chinese? Mexican?” Yuki asked distractedly. Sora sighed, “I don’t CARE! YUKI!” he snapped exasperatedly. Yuki was blowing him off as usual. It wasn’t until he shouted that he got his attention most of the time. “Then we’re going out. Get dressed,” Yuki said decisively. Sora’s eyes widened and he immediately panicked. “But…but where?! I don’t want to go out!” Sora whined.
“Too late. You said I could decide…you didn’t care about five seconds ago,” he said, smirking slightly as he folded the paper and got up, walking down the hall and into his closet to find a tie. Sora frowned, he didn’t like being in public…there were too many temptations for Yuki…who as far as he knew had never cheated on him but then again that was probably due to the close watch he kept over his handsome partner.
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Half an hour later, Yuki had successfully dragged Sora out of their apartment. They were dressed to the nines, ready to paint the town red. Yuki slipped his arm around Sora’s waist and escorted him to the elevators. As fate would have it, their pretty neighbor from down the hall was on her way out too. Yuki smiled cordially at her and nodded, Sora glared, ever playing the part of the jealous lover.
The woman, Isabelle, honestly still didn’t know whether Sora was a boy or a girl. Each time she saw him, he either looked too feminine to be a boy or too masculine to be a girl. And the relationship between Yuki and Sora was a mystery as well. They both had dark hair; perhaps they were relatives’…brothers? Brother and sister? Hopefully not lovers though…
“You two look quite…dashing,” she said, smiling at Yuki, who smiled back and hit the button for the lobby. “And you look elegant as always, Miss Isabelle,” Yuki purred, batting his dark lashes at her. Sora’s cheeks flushed with anger when Isabelle smirked at him. “Going out for a special occasion?” she inquired politely, eager to get the dirt on these two.
“Yes, it’s our anniversary,” Sora barked, glaring at Isabelle, who pouted at Yuki. He chuckled sheepishly and placed his hand on Sora’s shoulder…Sora, who was sneering triumphantly. An awkward silence permeated the rest of the elevator ride. “There’s really no need to be so jealous Sora,” Yuki said, a hint of aggravation in his voice. It was Sora’s turn to pout now. “But Yuki…you’re such a flirt…I don’t trust you,” he whined.
Yuki groaned slightly and rolled his eyes. “You now I find humans repulsive…that’s like a human dating a cow or a chicken,” he said, shuddering slightly. Sora giggled and slipped his hand into Yuki’s as they took to the streets in search of their dinner.
Fumbling for the telephone, Lunette sat up from her bed, tossing her legs over the side, her bare feet shoot up immediately after touching the icy cold wood floor. With a shiver, and a stretch, she brought the receiver to her face, letting out an unnecessarily lengthy yawn to inform the caller that this was an annoying interruption of her sleep.
“Lulu, I need to talk to you about something.” The familiar voice seemed so calm that Lunette doubted the importance of this late night call.
“Do you realize what time it is, Jane?” She turned her head towards the direction of her alarm clock where 2:59 flashed in bright red neon colors; it was the only visible light in the total darkness of her bedroom. Usually, Lunette wouldn’t mind being up at this time, but with having to instruct her first morning class today, she wasn’t looking forward to having so little sleep.
“Yes, I do. Listen, I think something’s trying to possess me.”
Still being half-asleep, Lunette only heard the major details of Jane’s story; how a voice in her dream was saying I’m so glad I found you again, now we can be together, and how she awoke to a black figure hovering above her, holding her down against the bed, and how she couldn’t scream. Lunette was confused as to why Jane had been telling her story with such an excited tone to her voice.
“So have you ever experienced anything like this? I know you’ve seen some creepy things before…but have they ever actually touched you?” Jane had always been fascinated with Lunette’s delusions, as was Lunette…to some extent.
“No, and I certainly hope they never do…I don’t mean to sound rude Jane, but did you need my help with this or…” Jane cut her off.
“’Course not, I’m perfectly capable myself…I just thought you might like to know.” She sounded a bit confused herself now, and Lunette realized that Jane had only called her instinctively, in her state of bewilderment. “You’ve got a class soon haven’t you? Then I’ll let you get back to bed.”
“Goodnight Jane. Oh, and in case this thing ends up fully possessing you, do try to leave me out of your demonic affairs.”
“Will do,” Jane giggled. “Goodnight love!”
Lunette waited until she heard the click signaling Jane’s hanging up before she too returned the phone to its charger. As Lunette lay back down, she tossed for a few moments as she struggled to keep that impending feeling of wakefulness at bay. But it was of no use; she was the type who found it impossible to go back to bed once she’d awoke, so she decided to go out for a late night stroll.
From her closet, she grabbed a long, black, flowing “gypsy” skirt, one of dozens, and a nice form fitting, long sleeved black shirt. After replacing her sleeping garments with her new clothes, she ran a comb through her hair and headed for the door. A pair of flip flops awaited her at the door, which she slipped on her feet before stepping out into the hall of her apartment. Along the hallway, she tapped each door she passed a single time, attempting to lure anyone out to follow her and join her aimless wandering.
As soon as she’d made her way out to the sidewalk, she felt the breeze toss around her skirt playfully, just as her disorder kicked in. Her perception was distorted, and now it was as if she were back in bed, dreaming up the whole environment around her. She felt weightless as she walked, and everything around her appeared otherworldly, but absolutely dazzling. Unlike most “sufferers” of depersonalization, she learned to deal with her altered perception of reality, and grew to love it; perhaps was even addicted to it, as if it were a drug. A slight smirk played across her face as she cantered along the city streets, swinging her hips rhythmically to an unusual song the voices were singing in her head
