Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Lover's Fool ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: ForlornShadowLily009 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 209 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 209 | Status: Work In Progress
I’m Getting Older, I Need Somewhere to Begin.
Disclaimer. I own nothing but this story and its entire creativeness.
Warnings adult themes, AU, Angst.
Hey everyone. Well there’s not much to say about this story except this is my first vampire fic and AU story. So I’m bare with me and let me know if it’s any good. Please Read and enjoy.
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They say when you die….your life flashes before your eyes. Every second, every instant, every breath that was recorded into your memories is replayed. Time rewinds itself and all of our faults are brought to the surface to be viewed. Things that we didn’t do, wishes and hopes that are half fulfilled. As the life drains from your body, the blood flowing to meet the earth, your mind fills with anguish and all hope is lost. Our souls are trapped in that moment and the pain remains crushing with cold warmth of the eternal night. When we die the only thing to be expected is sharp, asphyxiated regret. Gie in to the regret and nothing is left except the hollowness.
Self damnation, bitter, a lingering sour that creeps along your spine like sweat.
When I died….there was no movie for me to see. No tears to be spilt, no emotion to experience.
Shatter my flesh, and i'll show you what's inside. A sneaking peek into the void.
All that was there was the inky, black obscurity. The cold frost offered from the twilight’s kiss breathed into my body and replaced what once called life. The darkness pulled at my soul untill it was ripped from my body and cast into a place that holds no name. Icy touches burned my flesh and charred me to the bone as a new life was infused into my nervous system. Pain became unmeasurable, superimposed and melting into the whitewash of it all. Chains now where constricted upon my limbs. Invisible bindings that draped across me like scars. They screamed their name and forced my ears to listen to the sound they created. I was now bound, forced into servitude. My once now proud will became broken. I now was subjugated to the night, my master, my sire, my only enmity.
Warmth, I want it. Desire, I crave it. Life, I abhor it. Sin, I’m swallowed in the tidal wave of its embrace.
When I died….pain was not an option. However, being reborn had its costs. The blood that once flowed through my veins dried up, shriveling away to become powder in the wind. Such a hunger that drives to me replace what was lost. Now my lips are drenched in its staining color, marking my pale skin, and sending a message to everything with eyes. I savor its taste as it flows into my mouth. The metallically piquancy, it rejuvenates my taste buds as the thirst over takes my senses and for one split second all absoluteness melts and merges into one. It’s consuming, and its addiction wields a high greater than any nirvana. It washes over my teeth and coats every inanimate cell with it fraudulent illusions.
Blood…life…my testament to damnation.
I have found myself lost to its power as victim after victim falls from my kiss. Insatiable can never describe the sensation of just one drop being licked from frozen lips. Madness, insanity, such words are common and barely hold meaning as I have transcended to a level higher than any label can offer. Now with no mind set to abide by, I have reverted back to the simplest of carnal instincts with a forced calculated and studious glaze. Questioning has become a favorite past time as I spend hours in the twilights basking glow and observe the world around me.
Watching the humans that remain trapped in the sensations of regret and the emotions brought about by a thing called a conscious is truly amusing. Like a specimen under a microscope every action they make is watched by me. These are the creatures that claim to hold the key to power, the throne to strength. When in all reality they are trapped in nothing more than regret and silly concepts. Concepts that when you die your life is has a chanced to be viewed once again. That when you pass from this world a god is waiting for you. The silly concept that warmth is truly real, and not just a fabrication created by our desires because we want nothing more than to be accepted. To be abolished from sin, from regret, to be free. By doing so they can cast off the chains of the night and sore into the sun’s burning rays. Wanting, hoping, and wishing….all created by our desires to become clean. Thus making them all worthless and unachievable in the end. The mere thought that we have a purpose, a right, a sense of belonging....laughable.
When I died my life did not flash before my eyes, but to say that I have never experienced this act would be committing the greatest sin imaginable. Lost in the burning brightness of the light I sleep, and when I sleep the dreams come. Every day my life is replayed before me in my nightmares and I watch as I become of the specimens under the microscope. My hopes, my achievements, my failures. I was nothing more than a human wrapped up in silly concepts. But that was then and this is now. Now I am a creature of the night, stalking the world that I once was a part in. Taking part in my revenge against the mind-set that forced me to become what I am. For in the end, when I glance at myself, my frozen limbs, and blood stained lips….I am forced to relive my dreams.
I had a life once, a name, a future. Now all i hold is a past and permaneant fixture in the never ending present. I have no right, no quest except to exist and to exist with a sense of power. For if i am to live forever, doomed to relive the same sunset, and then i will have to find a way to supress my dreams. For if i don't, then I am caught up in nothing more than hated sharp, asphyxiated regret.
233547989-
Okay that’s chapter one, tell me you love it or hate it. Should I continue or stop write now? Anyway I hope you enjoy this please read and review!
Disclaimer. I own nothing but this story and its entire creativeness.
Warnings adult themes, AU, Angst.
Hey everyone. Well there’s not much to say about this story except this is my first vampire fic and AU story. So I’m bare with me and let me know if it’s any good. Please Read and enjoy.
56677888888
They say when you die….your life flashes before your eyes. Every second, every instant, every breath that was recorded into your memories is replayed. Time rewinds itself and all of our faults are brought to the surface to be viewed. Things that we didn’t do, wishes and hopes that are half fulfilled. As the life drains from your body, the blood flowing to meet the earth, your mind fills with anguish and all hope is lost. Our souls are trapped in that moment and the pain remains crushing with cold warmth of the eternal night. When we die the only thing to be expected is sharp, asphyxiated regret. Gie in to the regret and nothing is left except the hollowness.
Self damnation, bitter, a lingering sour that creeps along your spine like sweat.
When I died….there was no movie for me to see. No tears to be spilt, no emotion to experience.
Shatter my flesh, and i'll show you what's inside. A sneaking peek into the void.
All that was there was the inky, black obscurity. The cold frost offered from the twilight’s kiss breathed into my body and replaced what once called life. The darkness pulled at my soul untill it was ripped from my body and cast into a place that holds no name. Icy touches burned my flesh and charred me to the bone as a new life was infused into my nervous system. Pain became unmeasurable, superimposed and melting into the whitewash of it all. Chains now where constricted upon my limbs. Invisible bindings that draped across me like scars. They screamed their name and forced my ears to listen to the sound they created. I was now bound, forced into servitude. My once now proud will became broken. I now was subjugated to the night, my master, my sire, my only enmity.
Warmth, I want it. Desire, I crave it. Life, I abhor it. Sin, I’m swallowed in the tidal wave of its embrace.
When I died….pain was not an option. However, being reborn had its costs. The blood that once flowed through my veins dried up, shriveling away to become powder in the wind. Such a hunger that drives to me replace what was lost. Now my lips are drenched in its staining color, marking my pale skin, and sending a message to everything with eyes. I savor its taste as it flows into my mouth. The metallically piquancy, it rejuvenates my taste buds as the thirst over takes my senses and for one split second all absoluteness melts and merges into one. It’s consuming, and its addiction wields a high greater than any nirvana. It washes over my teeth and coats every inanimate cell with it fraudulent illusions.
Blood…life…my testament to damnation.
I have found myself lost to its power as victim after victim falls from my kiss. Insatiable can never describe the sensation of just one drop being licked from frozen lips. Madness, insanity, such words are common and barely hold meaning as I have transcended to a level higher than any label can offer. Now with no mind set to abide by, I have reverted back to the simplest of carnal instincts with a forced calculated and studious glaze. Questioning has become a favorite past time as I spend hours in the twilights basking glow and observe the world around me.
Watching the humans that remain trapped in the sensations of regret and the emotions brought about by a thing called a conscious is truly amusing. Like a specimen under a microscope every action they make is watched by me. These are the creatures that claim to hold the key to power, the throne to strength. When in all reality they are trapped in nothing more than regret and silly concepts. Concepts that when you die your life is has a chanced to be viewed once again. That when you pass from this world a god is waiting for you. The silly concept that warmth is truly real, and not just a fabrication created by our desires because we want nothing more than to be accepted. To be abolished from sin, from regret, to be free. By doing so they can cast off the chains of the night and sore into the sun’s burning rays. Wanting, hoping, and wishing….all created by our desires to become clean. Thus making them all worthless and unachievable in the end. The mere thought that we have a purpose, a right, a sense of belonging....laughable.
When I died my life did not flash before my eyes, but to say that I have never experienced this act would be committing the greatest sin imaginable. Lost in the burning brightness of the light I sleep, and when I sleep the dreams come. Every day my life is replayed before me in my nightmares and I watch as I become of the specimens under the microscope. My hopes, my achievements, my failures. I was nothing more than a human wrapped up in silly concepts. But that was then and this is now. Now I am a creature of the night, stalking the world that I once was a part in. Taking part in my revenge against the mind-set that forced me to become what I am. For in the end, when I glance at myself, my frozen limbs, and blood stained lips….I am forced to relive my dreams.
I had a life once, a name, a future. Now all i hold is a past and permaneant fixture in the never ending present. I have no right, no quest except to exist and to exist with a sense of power. For if i am to live forever, doomed to relive the same sunset, and then i will have to find a way to supress my dreams. For if i don't, then I am caught up in nothing more than hated sharp, asphyxiated regret.
233547989-
Okay that’s chapter one, tell me you love it or hate it. Should I continue or stop write now? Anyway I hope you enjoy this please read and review!