Title: Don't Forget Me
Fandom: None. Not really. Well, okay, it was inspired by a storyline that involves a fantasty RPG that I play in with werewolves and vampires and bears, oh my! Okay, no bears.
Word Count: 883, but I blame school
Rating: FIIN - fuck if i know
Notes: Athos' middle name is Sukra. He's friends with Adeline. His mate, who is the werewolf, is Lysandra. This is locked to you on my journal, but you can throw it up on yours if you want. I just don't think my fellow RPers will appreciate seeing one of their characters made into a birthday present xD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY


Athos was dying. In the depths of his soul, Athos could feel his spirit fading away in some antagonising slow manner. There was nothing he could do � he had not the ability to cry for help from the tossing insanity that had become his personal living hell. The vampiress had been having fun hunting him at night, chasing him through the branches and trees as her own personal prey. When she caught him � which for the last couple of nights had become more frequent with his fading strength � she would taunt him. Tease him in his foolishness, his stupidity, the fact that he could not escape a mere girl. The last two nights had been nothing short of degrading when the vampire captured him. She had stripped him of his clothing and molested his body while occasionally jabbing pins into his muscles that created such an intense pleasure that it had served as an extraordinary pain for the boy. After she had released him and he had woken from the nightmares that were nothing more than a recollection of what had just happened to him, he wept. He had clutched the walls of the cave that he had been held in and screamed at the top of his lungs, more animal than human. After he had recovered, he fell against the wall. This evening was no different, having slept away the day in the sanctuary of light. �My love...� he whispered into the cold evening air. She would never take him back now, not after what The vampiress had done to him. Athos felt a shudder of malicious hatred for the woman, the vampire, the creature, cursing himself for lacking the ability to control his own body.

The night before, The vampiress had gleefully informed him that his funeral had been quite the event. Of course the three families were there, seated at the front. It had been Adeline that had managed to get through the first speech. She moved up to the podium without a single tear in her eye and the glimmer of her pregnancy apparent on the black dress to anyone who thought twice. The relationship between Adeline and Athos was a mirror to the one shared by their parents; his loss had been a low blow to the eldest of her family. For the first time in anyone�s recollection, she cried publicly. And while her voice wavered, her speech was completed in its entirety. She had spoken of his strength, his comfort, his love; oh his capacity to love that was rivalled by none, not even his father. And at the very end of her speech, Adeline had looked directly at the striking beauty with the moonlight hair and pale skin, making a solemn oath to any that knew her heart: Wise men once believed that the stars were angels. But we all must remember that angels fall as their innocence is lost, for there was not enough faith. But stars merely hide behind other barriers until it is necessary for them to shine again. The star of the Dog, the star of Sirius, the star of Sukra, hides behind the sun�s overwhelming glory for seventy days every year. But he returns. Look to Sukra and not the angels and you will forever have a guiding light home.

Then everyone, save for the comely woman, the three families, Adeline and his parents, said good-bye.

�Lysandra...� he called out again. If he was dead, no one would be looking for him. Adeline would bring into the world a child, his godchild, his niece or nephew, and he would not be there for the once little girl who had caressed his small head while he cried for the parents he could not help. The beauty and grace, the comfort and love � he would never get these against from his goddess-named mother. His father, who had given him passion, love, obsession and strength. Every fault his father shared with him. His lover. His beloved lover. She would face the pain of loving a mate that she would never see again, having but months of memories to fill a lifetime of loneliness. She should have picked better than him; he should not have been so forceful; he could love her much better than this. She had gotten too close to his light and was now forever burned, just as his father had done to his mother. Every ounce of pain that she incurred for the duration of her days in the mortal realm would be rightfully blamed upon him.

His grey eyes looked up at the growing moon, as if it would relay his message to his love, his mate, his lover. �Don�t forget me,� he pleaded softly. The same moon that looked down upon him was granted the pleasure of looking down upon her. He had to believe that she was still reachable. He would not give up, even if it was easier.

�I still haven�t told you that I loved you.�




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