Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Lover's Fool ❯ Chapter 3
[ 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: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 159 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 159 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3
Brushing off the Pain We only Usher it into Our Hearts.
Thak you for my one loyal reviewer i shall continue to update! thanks for the support.
7858769879808
Take a photograph, it will be the last.
Nothing can hold you here.
Not a simple chain for plea can ever make you change.
Heaven screams in pain
Making everything become engrossed in shame
Leave me now and I know I might survive, because
Pain is internal, and everything is right were it belongs.
Grasp my hand I know we will always be in heaven’s hell
Take a photograph; nothing will ever be the same.
Not a memory or silent plea can ever make you change.
And so I scream in vain
“To lie right in front of you"
Is everything i wanted to do
And so I scream in vain, “nothing I can do to change”
Grasp my hand I know we will always be in heaven’s hell
The warmth of the frozen night
The screams that it emits, shattering glass and your skin
Does it pull you down?
To be forsaken is your only wish
Take my hand and I know it won’t be alright
Take a photograph, it will be the best
Nothing remains the same,
Not a simple chain or plea can ever be the same
Blood flows from the sky
And all you can do is cry
Grasp my hand again or else….
Take a photograph, it will be the last
Nothing left to hold you down……
467890-9-9-
Time….minutes… .seconds….these things have escaped me. I lay here in the basking glow of the night, and drift through time with not ever knowing what it is. When one has an eternity waste, such trivial things are useless. A year….a decade….a millennia….all could pass with out me even grasping its presence. One hundred and twenty-five such years have past since I left my soul behind and was chained. I hardly care and noting it would only ensure chaos of the mind. One hundred and twenty-five years have past and yet my body has somehow managed to evade its crushing touches. Flawless skin, perfect senses, and everything else. Marvel at me from behid closed blinds and i shall appear to be perfection.Features that would make humans sell their souls just to get a glimpse at. Just like other things denied to me, perfect health floats among them. When one is dead you can’t really call yourself healthy just unattainable.
Vanity….if you died would you miss such a luscious sin. Spending hours in front of a mirror, polluting everything around you just to achieve the perfect look. Wasting away your life in hopes of approval from frivolous individuals are such things that this immorality offers. A reflection….a mark on the world….a signature….all these things have been stripped from me. To look at my appearance in a pristine, looking glass would only ensure boredom.
A flicker, a mirage, even one stray glimpse.
I earn for such an act. However logic defies me. Why waste your time looking for something that has been erased. No image appears to me when I turn myself to face it….nothing is shown except the ever present background. To be forgotten even by a simple object is the gift that death presents to you. The only way to fix it is to strike back at everything that has ignored your presence.
Break the glass and see what lies beneath it.
Feasting upon the lower animals, ripping the life supporting essence from their bodies, it presents a high equal to the sin of vanity. Drenched lips and glazed soulless eyes, how I long to see that image reflected in smooth untainted glass. Unreachable and unattainable….such words are washed away as I invoke my power and sweep everything away that plagues me. The thrill of one high-pitched scream, the feel of claret, colored blood running across my frozen skin, the thumping of a heart as it beats one last time before giving into the night…..it produces a high that makes a creature want to scream in pure mind blowing ecstasy. It’s perfect, with the world crumbling at your feet and the sun trembling at your presence.
Quiver before me as i cry to my alter ego, i have nothing left after all.
Everything seems to take on an air unsettled peace. The perfect sensation. But that too is just ways to past the ever present eternity. Late at night when the moon is contained in the sky, I find myself drifting. I left everything go, and thus I sit and questioned everything around me. As I ponder I quickly begin to grow bored with my existence. Preying upon creatures clearly lower than me has become tedious and unattractive. The once thrilling bliss-induced sensation of coppery, laced blood now escapes my fancy. I fallen from my perch built on hatred and supremacy down to the lowly stoop built by humanity. When I lose interest in everything around me, I am left with myself, with my thoughts, with simple concepts. I begin to feel sympathy for the human creatures that I co-exist with. Once again I begin to see with their eyes, and slowly I am sucked back into the caged torment that was my life. When this happens, I lose control of the mask the night has shackled onto me, and begin to feel, to reflect.
I deplore this. Detest it with a heated vengeance that sparks a fire in my dead heart! My veins warm with a passion that should never be allowed to exist within me and I tremble in fury. I am ashamed at these sensations, angered that I am still weak enough to possess them, and compelled to welcome them into me. It’s human…it’s a reminder… it’s weak.
And as I sit lost in myself, I am filled with memories of the man I slaughtered. The very vampire which once upon a time like a cliche novel I was hopelessly infatuated with. A creature that I had exposed myself to completely. Nothing was ever hidden, nothing was false. Yuki saw straight through me. He taught me everything, forced my eyes open to the world. To its faults, to mine. It didn’t matter that I wanted to pretend that I was content with myself and the life I tried to live. Nothing was my choice. Yuki made that clear, and before the sickening sweet night could seek its fangs into me, he did. Taking control of my soul and shredding it. He made me scream in awakened pain as I grabbed onto him like a leech. I wanted him, wanted what he offered, and he played with me.
Vampires are cruel creatures, immune to foolish emotions….or least they are supposed to be. Yuki was a perfect monster, the ideal definition of darkness, skillful, and mind controlling. As he toyed with me, letting me think that I was falling in love, he twisted my thoughts and crushed me... suffocation to the greatest degree. He bound me to him, letting me become swallowed in self loathing as I willingly became his servant. As soon as this took place, pushed me closer to want I am today. That was why I made the decision to silence him. My first killing, my first step into the darkened world in which I was reborn in. With no regrets or after thoughts I left his body lying in the rain. The water washing away is tainted, stale blood until it became nothing more than simple, fraudulent water.
Perhaps that was why I have lost myself once again. The fact that I felt no regret. Now it has come back to condemn me even more….its only human after all. There are worse things than death, and to be dead and still possessing feelings of remorse… is it.
4659877908
I walked across an empty land
Knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
Soft, sultry, hypnotizing….
The words floated through the calm air and rose. Drifting on the wind and meshing with the dark. Singing, the sweet sound of a human voice, makes it way to me as I lay flat against concrete. The stars have free reign in the sky as I lay chained to the roof of a building, captured by the simple harmony that echoes to meet the moon. It penetrates my mind and makes me dizzy. I spin from my stationary perch until the stars become one blaring background of white. Slowly my mind clears and I begin to question.
I can taste the words in my mouth, lingering on my tongue. They are as succulent as blood and just as captivating. The nonexistent taste cause me to lick my lips, my cold saliva coating the strips of flesh as my mind play with their meaning. I am sure that if I still had a soul, I would be experiencing the sensation of being moved. However, as I have none, I convince myself that I am not bewitched. Just….tired from being imprisoned and worn from feasting in the moonlight. It was nit a strange sound really, the voice if a humancrying to the night. I had encountered it thiusands of times before. Still.....i did not turn away, shield my ears from the grating noise like so many other times. Rather i sat, and listened to the growing volume of its tune.
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I find myself growing thirsty, my mouth suddenly dry and irrated. I can no longer salivate as I soak in everything that is being said. It whispers to me, making me clench, I hate it. My veins burn in forbidden passion and my mind clouds over in hunger. That voice….the need to silence it…to control it….carnal desires swell up inside my hollow shell of a body. Glancing once more at the moon, my watchdog, I lift myself from my collapsed position and rise to meet the crisp autumn, night air. It fills my lungs, and as out of habit I saturate them with unneeded oxygen.
I walk over to edge of the building, my shadow falling me. My pale skin shines a deathly stark white, as I casually step forward over the railing and fall. The wind wipes at my cheeks and I fight the urge to close my eyes. I block the emotion that tries to fill me, as I continue my vertigo before I quickly end it. Stretching my hand, out I grasp the ledge of a window that is presented to me. My long fingers curl around it, as I graceful pull my form up to rest upon its tiny surface. By now my movements scream inhuman…. Unholy… impure. It fits the act that is soon to transpire, and I savor the irony of it all. By now my thirst for thick, pungent blood is condemning. It screams to me to be silenced and I more than long to obey it. Crouching down, I peer into the room that is attached to the window.
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Smiling a sadistic grin, I noiselessly open the window and filter in. In front of me a small lithe finger is portraying the part of a song bird. Letting the eyes consume every inch of smooth tannish skin I wait, as the hairs on my victim’s neck rise. The singing has ceased now, the words dieing on its owners lips. Slowly the figure turns around, whimpers escaping into the night. The pink hair moves softly due to the owners movements. I feel myself ready to explode as I stare lecherously into never-ending amethyst irises. They widen in shock, a classic look of surprise filters the tan face and I find myself falling into brillant purple, as the young boy's lungs scream to meet the autumn night air.
Tikyiuoipi0p0865556778799000
Brushing off the Pain We only Usher it into Our Hearts.
Thak you for my one loyal reviewer i shall continue to update! thanks for the support.
7858769879808
Take a photograph, it will be the last.
Nothing can hold you here.
Not a simple chain for plea can ever make you change.
Heaven screams in pain
Making everything become engrossed in shame
Leave me now and I know I might survive, because
Pain is internal, and everything is right were it belongs.
Grasp my hand I know we will always be in heaven’s hell
Take a photograph; nothing will ever be the same.
Not a memory or silent plea can ever make you change.
And so I scream in vain
“To lie right in front of you"
Is everything i wanted to do
And so I scream in vain, “nothing I can do to change”
Grasp my hand I know we will always be in heaven’s hell
The warmth of the frozen night
The screams that it emits, shattering glass and your skin
Does it pull you down?
To be forsaken is your only wish
Take my hand and I know it won’t be alright
Take a photograph, it will be the best
Nothing remains the same,
Not a simple chain or plea can ever be the same
Blood flows from the sky
And all you can do is cry
Grasp my hand again or else….
Take a photograph, it will be the last
Nothing left to hold you down……
467890-9-9-
Time….minutes… .seconds….these things have escaped me. I lay here in the basking glow of the night, and drift through time with not ever knowing what it is. When one has an eternity waste, such trivial things are useless. A year….a decade….a millennia….all could pass with out me even grasping its presence. One hundred and twenty-five such years have past since I left my soul behind and was chained. I hardly care and noting it would only ensure chaos of the mind. One hundred and twenty-five years have past and yet my body has somehow managed to evade its crushing touches. Flawless skin, perfect senses, and everything else. Marvel at me from behid closed blinds and i shall appear to be perfection.Features that would make humans sell their souls just to get a glimpse at. Just like other things denied to me, perfect health floats among them. When one is dead you can’t really call yourself healthy just unattainable.
Vanity….if you died would you miss such a luscious sin. Spending hours in front of a mirror, polluting everything around you just to achieve the perfect look. Wasting away your life in hopes of approval from frivolous individuals are such things that this immorality offers. A reflection….a mark on the world….a signature….all these things have been stripped from me. To look at my appearance in a pristine, looking glass would only ensure boredom.
A flicker, a mirage, even one stray glimpse.
I earn for such an act. However logic defies me. Why waste your time looking for something that has been erased. No image appears to me when I turn myself to face it….nothing is shown except the ever present background. To be forgotten even by a simple object is the gift that death presents to you. The only way to fix it is to strike back at everything that has ignored your presence.
Break the glass and see what lies beneath it.
Feasting upon the lower animals, ripping the life supporting essence from their bodies, it presents a high equal to the sin of vanity. Drenched lips and glazed soulless eyes, how I long to see that image reflected in smooth untainted glass. Unreachable and unattainable….such words are washed away as I invoke my power and sweep everything away that plagues me. The thrill of one high-pitched scream, the feel of claret, colored blood running across my frozen skin, the thumping of a heart as it beats one last time before giving into the night…..it produces a high that makes a creature want to scream in pure mind blowing ecstasy. It’s perfect, with the world crumbling at your feet and the sun trembling at your presence.
Quiver before me as i cry to my alter ego, i have nothing left after all.
Everything seems to take on an air unsettled peace. The perfect sensation. But that too is just ways to past the ever present eternity. Late at night when the moon is contained in the sky, I find myself drifting. I left everything go, and thus I sit and questioned everything around me. As I ponder I quickly begin to grow bored with my existence. Preying upon creatures clearly lower than me has become tedious and unattractive. The once thrilling bliss-induced sensation of coppery, laced blood now escapes my fancy. I fallen from my perch built on hatred and supremacy down to the lowly stoop built by humanity. When I lose interest in everything around me, I am left with myself, with my thoughts, with simple concepts. I begin to feel sympathy for the human creatures that I co-exist with. Once again I begin to see with their eyes, and slowly I am sucked back into the caged torment that was my life. When this happens, I lose control of the mask the night has shackled onto me, and begin to feel, to reflect.
I deplore this. Detest it with a heated vengeance that sparks a fire in my dead heart! My veins warm with a passion that should never be allowed to exist within me and I tremble in fury. I am ashamed at these sensations, angered that I am still weak enough to possess them, and compelled to welcome them into me. It’s human…it’s a reminder… it’s weak.
And as I sit lost in myself, I am filled with memories of the man I slaughtered. The very vampire which once upon a time like a cliche novel I was hopelessly infatuated with. A creature that I had exposed myself to completely. Nothing was ever hidden, nothing was false. Yuki saw straight through me. He taught me everything, forced my eyes open to the world. To its faults, to mine. It didn’t matter that I wanted to pretend that I was content with myself and the life I tried to live. Nothing was my choice. Yuki made that clear, and before the sickening sweet night could seek its fangs into me, he did. Taking control of my soul and shredding it. He made me scream in awakened pain as I grabbed onto him like a leech. I wanted him, wanted what he offered, and he played with me.
Vampires are cruel creatures, immune to foolish emotions….or least they are supposed to be. Yuki was a perfect monster, the ideal definition of darkness, skillful, and mind controlling. As he toyed with me, letting me think that I was falling in love, he twisted my thoughts and crushed me... suffocation to the greatest degree. He bound me to him, letting me become swallowed in self loathing as I willingly became his servant. As soon as this took place, pushed me closer to want I am today. That was why I made the decision to silence him. My first killing, my first step into the darkened world in which I was reborn in. With no regrets or after thoughts I left his body lying in the rain. The water washing away is tainted, stale blood until it became nothing more than simple, fraudulent water.
Perhaps that was why I have lost myself once again. The fact that I felt no regret. Now it has come back to condemn me even more….its only human after all. There are worse things than death, and to be dead and still possessing feelings of remorse… is it.
4659877908
I walked across an empty land
Knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
Soft, sultry, hypnotizing….
The words floated through the calm air and rose. Drifting on the wind and meshing with the dark. Singing, the sweet sound of a human voice, makes it way to me as I lay flat against concrete. The stars have free reign in the sky as I lay chained to the roof of a building, captured by the simple harmony that echoes to meet the moon. It penetrates my mind and makes me dizzy. I spin from my stationary perch until the stars become one blaring background of white. Slowly my mind clears and I begin to question.
I can taste the words in my mouth, lingering on my tongue. They are as succulent as blood and just as captivating. The nonexistent taste cause me to lick my lips, my cold saliva coating the strips of flesh as my mind play with their meaning. I am sure that if I still had a soul, I would be experiencing the sensation of being moved. However, as I have none, I convince myself that I am not bewitched. Just….tired from being imprisoned and worn from feasting in the moonlight. It was nit a strange sound really, the voice if a humancrying to the night. I had encountered it thiusands of times before. Still.....i did not turn away, shield my ears from the grating noise like so many other times. Rather i sat, and listened to the growing volume of its tune.
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I find myself growing thirsty, my mouth suddenly dry and irrated. I can no longer salivate as I soak in everything that is being said. It whispers to me, making me clench, I hate it. My veins burn in forbidden passion and my mind clouds over in hunger. That voice….the need to silence it…to control it….carnal desires swell up inside my hollow shell of a body. Glancing once more at the moon, my watchdog, I lift myself from my collapsed position and rise to meet the crisp autumn, night air. It fills my lungs, and as out of habit I saturate them with unneeded oxygen.
I walk over to edge of the building, my shadow falling me. My pale skin shines a deathly stark white, as I casually step forward over the railing and fall. The wind wipes at my cheeks and I fight the urge to close my eyes. I block the emotion that tries to fill me, as I continue my vertigo before I quickly end it. Stretching my hand, out I grasp the ledge of a window that is presented to me. My long fingers curl around it, as I graceful pull my form up to rest upon its tiny surface. By now my movements scream inhuman…. Unholy… impure. It fits the act that is soon to transpire, and I savor the irony of it all. By now my thirst for thick, pungent blood is condemning. It screams to me to be silenced and I more than long to obey it. Crouching down, I peer into the room that is attached to the window.
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Smiling a sadistic grin, I noiselessly open the window and filter in. In front of me a small lithe finger is portraying the part of a song bird. Letting the eyes consume every inch of smooth tannish skin I wait, as the hairs on my victim’s neck rise. The singing has ceased now, the words dieing on its owners lips. Slowly the figure turns around, whimpers escaping into the night. The pink hair moves softly due to the owners movements. I feel myself ready to explode as I stare lecherously into never-ending amethyst irises. They widen in shock, a classic look of surprise filters the tan face and I find myself falling into brillant purple, as the young boy's lungs scream to meet the autumn night air.
Tikyiuoipi0p0865556778799000