It’s Friday, so you know what that means! Chapter Six is up, and only 4 more to go before we reach the end.
CHAPTER SIX- LOVER’S REQUEIM
He was being shaken into consciousness from a sleep that was deeper than he had known in a long time. Hunger gnawed at his gut, seeking substance so that it might be sated. His body craved the blood that he lived by. Never before had he faced hunger such as this, nor might he again. There was no way that he could move to find a human that he might take from. This was the debilitating hunger that the Elders and the Codex spoke of; that they warned against. If one of the vampire kin were ever in such a position, it was unlikely they would survive.
Every thought of his was consumed with blood lust. He did not know who he was. Names held no meaning. They did not matter.
An eye opened and stared up at a blonde haired woman above him. She was talking to him, though the words did not make sense to him. Shadows all around him and her; the shadows were lessened by the light that she gave off. Wings…no. It was a trick of the light. Wings did not exist. Only the blood that was beneath her skin was real.
His head jerked up as her felt the familiar tingle at the back of his neck. Morning was approaching and soon. He was going to die again. There was no blood for him to take so he could run. The woman before him was all there was and she was too bright to drink from. She hurt his eyes to look at, even though he didn’t want to take his eyes off of her. There was beauty there. And she looked familiar. Another vampire perhaps?
That would mean that he was in her hunting grounds. Which meant that he was about to be killed anyway. There was no point in getting up. He was either going to Greet the Mane or be killed for violating hunting rights of an older vampire. Sagging back to the ground, he closed eyes that had barely begun to open.
Noises again. The woman was speaking. He tried to focus on them, to make out what the noises meant to form them into sounds. The sounds into words. The words into sentences. The sentences into thoughts. The thoughts into meaning. “Dammit,” he heard her say. She was swearing. He remembered swearing. It always meant that something bad had happened or was about to. Why would she be swearing over him though. Unless she felt the sun coming as well and would need to have the sun do her work in killing him for her. Yes. That was it.
There was something at his mouth. A liquid. He darted out a tongue to taste it and the blood lust grew. His eyes opened and everything was tinged with red. Blood. There was blood at his mouth.
His hands flew forward with a strength he didn’t know he still possessed to hold the source of the blood in place so it didn’t fall away and leave him in hunger again. Life, pure life and the energy that it held, poured into his mouth at long last. It sated the monster that lived inside his skin and let him begin to move again. He lost his attention on the world around him and all that existed was the blood that flowed from the wound and into his body.
He had a name.
It was Koios.
That was his first thought when he could think past blood again. As soon as it came, other memories and thoughts rushed into his mind and threatened to drown him. He built a dam and quickly sifted through them all as they entered. Church. Anahita. Dream. Brigett. Dream. Diu. Death. Stake. Running. Falling. Blood. Now.
His eyes snapped open when his thoughts reached the here and now to look at who he was drinking from. It was a woman. Even in blood lust, he could tell that much. Koios was able to look past the light and the hair this time to see that it was Anahita that he was taking from.
Jumping back as though burned, he brought a hand to his mouth, touching the blood that had managed to leak past his mouth and down onto his face. Angel blood, he thought, touching it.
“Yes. I heard you call.”
“I…I took your blood. After I said that I wouldn’t. I took it…” He fell backwards so that he was facing the ever lightening sky to the east. “I am truly damned now…”
“No, you are not. It was freely offered.”
Koios sat up to stare at her. “What?”
“I heard you call. I came. I saw. And I did what was right.”
“Angel blood is in me. I don’t think that I can ever forgive myself for taking from you like that. What’s more is that I can not return to Diu’s Court with it in me. Even if I wanted to.”
Anahita walked over to him and knelt down. “You saw.” He nodded. “I’m sorry that you needed to see it that way. I’m sorry that your illusions about him have been shattered.”
He pushed her away. “It doesn’t matter now. I have just prolonged death a little longer. There is no shelter that I can get to in time before the sun rises. I will die, just the same as if Diu had staked me before or if you had not heard.” He turned so that he no longer needed to look at her.
She looked about the clearing. Her eyes fell on the rose that he had brought her just the night before. It had already sprouted again, three tiny rose buds appearing off of the main stem. It was then that she knew it had not been stolen.
Where an angel stands, certain magics and powers seep into the ground to change things that are there. Those powers cause small miracles to happen. But only if the things there have lived before and were placed there by those pure of heart.
Reaching down to pluck the flower from the ground, she brought it over to the vampire and held her hand over his shoulder. “For you.”
He turned, holding onto both it and her hand as he did. He said nothing, no words were needed. Koios leaned forward and kissed Anahita on the lips, feeling her power, her light, and refusing to be burned by it. He was a part of her. Light in his dark so that he could not be fully dark ever again.
Her wings spread out behind them and wrapped the two in order to create a light proof place. “Trust me,” she whispered by his ear.
“Always,” he replied.
The ground fell away beneath them as Anahita took to the skies. She flew away from the sun, keeping Koios in her shadow the entire way so he would not burn. Through the trees, over streets, uncaring of who or what might see them in the wee hours of the morning. They landed outside of the church they had first met at and Anahita brought him inside.
“You saved me.” She raised an eyebrow. Koios relented. “Again.”
This time she smiled. “What else could I do. I save pure souls. There was no way that I could ignore yours. Besides, I needed to save you.”
“Because you’re the one I love.” She leaned forward and the two embraced again. “This is the last peace we will have for a while.”
“We fight Diu tomorrow, don’t we?”
“I’m afraid so, yes. We need to strike before he can muster all those that he has sired.”
Koios laughed. “I don’t believe it. I just started a war. A war between heaven and hell.”
She hushed him with another kiss. “Just for today, forget about the war. Forget about the ten years that have passed. Just be James.”
“I can’t be James,” he told her firmly, “Just as you can’t be Brigett.” His voice softened as he continued on. “I can be Koios for you though.”
“And I can be Anahita.”
The angel and the vampire fell asleep in the choir loft that morning. The organist who came by later never saw them as he practiced playing a requiem mass that he would be playing on the weekend. It served a triple purpose that morning, though he never knew about the others. He played for practice. But he also played for the loss of a love that once was there between two humans. It was a Lover’s Requiem.
And it celebrated the fact that two supernatural beings, who thought themselves to be doomed to loneliness, had found love once again.
TRIVIA: this was, I think, the shortest chapter I wrote. And I remember that, when typing it up, Word failed on me and I lost the entire beginning part when Koios is remembering who he is. There was a lot of cursing after that.