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TOPIC: Feeling the Burn

Seductive Death

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Date: Apr 26, 2009

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~Everything blurred together, time seeming to speed up and slow down as he drifted through thoughts of what had happened. Yet try as he might he could find only blurred visions of all that had transpired. Like dreams they came to him, of the Tarakians, the soldiers, blurred lines among the ether, and the screams. Somehow his mind whirled with the sounds of pain and torment that had come at the end. As he sat waiting for Faith to rise for the evening he lifted a hand and pressed it to the part of his chest where that right bloody bastard had planted a sword through him. Pain washed over him like a flow of lava, and his hand dropped away. That pain was a phantom, something that he should have felt but somehow didn't. Azrael knew that he should be dead, should be beyond the reach of the world by this point, yet he was not. He'd saved his life and damned himself once again. Those bloody bastards who spoke of history repeating itself had no idea.~ ~Pulling himself up from the La-Z-Boy where he had collapsed to await his protegee, he moved towards the other side of the room, towards a place which led between rooms of the catacomb. Out of their living area and into the deeper realms where the coffins lay. Faith was there, he could feel her just at the edge of his consciousness, resting soullessly in a box. And yet he had risen so early. It filled him with a dual edged sharpness of fear and exhiliration. Power was something irresistible that whispered a sirens song to him in the darkness, but he knew only too well how much soul rending pain such power could bring.~ ~As he stood over Faith Danovans coffin he wondered how she would awaken, changed by the brush with the ether that she would have? Or simply changed due to the removal of Casimirs power tainting her soul? Time would tell. His long fingers brushed against the wood of the lid where it was sanded and smoothed until it gleamed in the yellow candlelight. Standing there as he was he looked like Heathcliffe mourning for Katherine, dark circles beneath his vibrant ice blue eyes that showed how hard the healing had been from his wounds. Black jeans fit over his hips tightly, worn low to show the long expanse of his naked torso. With no shirt on his skin shone like white marble in the candlelight, something to reflect the light, ethereal in its own way.~ ~Lost in his thoughts as he waited to see how his child would awaken there was a sudden ringing in his ear that was sharp and painful if only an instant in length. Then his wrist burned like it was on fire. Azrael raised his hand and made a noise like a hiss as he blew out a lungful of air sharply, showing the points of his fangs in that instant as pain lanced through his arm. It was the girls, it had to be, but which one? Stepping away from the coffin one hand gripped the wrist of the other as the pain faded again back to a dull ache. Closing his eyes Azrael concentrated on the girls and felt the pain in Ariadne, felt it slowing her where she was in her camp. Just feeling her like that through the marks made him want to reach out to the darkness in her. When he felt for Jane the pain was worse.~ ~That part of him that held her beast reached out for her, soothing, blanking its mind of the pain. So it was that Jane would travel home in a daze almost like being on automatic pilot. She would sleep, he could see to that. Beyond that he was already wondering if he had made a huge mistake. Something that would suck him right down into hell. He needed to find someone who knew more about this type of thing, to see if there was a vampire who knew what he could expect from this odd connection.~ -- Edited by Angel of Death on Sunday 26th of April 2009 05:19:03 PM __________________

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