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Aisilyn stood silent before the gravestone of black marble. She knelt beside it and reached out, with a long, slender, elegant hand, to the words etched in blood upon the stone. She traced the epitaph which read, Aaron Melechios. Husband, Father, Abhorsen. April 8, 1464-June 15, 1997, slowly with her index finger, as the words seemed to glow at her touch. Her deep green eyes filled with tears as she read the words.

   It was now June 15, 2004, seven years after his death…and it was still too painful to think about. She shook her head slightly as if to regain her composure, and proceeded to perform the same ritual which she had done for the past few years since his death. She grabbed a vile of a dark red liquid from her side and pulled the top from it, emitting the smell of fresh blood from the opening. Chanting something heard only by those who understood. She poured the liquid out upon the top of the stone, watching it trickle down the sides and face. After all this was said and done, she stood, gathered her things, and attempted to head for another grave. Her Mother’s.

   As she stood, the moonlight would reveal what she looked like to those watching. She was a radiant girl of seemingly 19, but was truly far older than that. She wore a thin black lace shawl that covered her long ringlet’s of ebony curls that framed a milky white face with elegant cheek bones, and deep green, expressive eyes that were enshrouded in thick lashes. Her lips were formed in somewhat of a frown. She wore a long black Victorian lace, corseted dress, who’s skirt’s lower hem line would flow about her feet like a soft fog or haze. Around her neck, she bore a black metal brooch with a red stone in the center, that she would frequently graze her hand across, causing it to glow faintly. She was a captivatingly beautiful creature who was filled with a saddened darkness.

   Suddenly a great crack of thunder sounded in the air above the cemetery. Storm clouds gathered and rain soon began to fall from the clouds rather heavily, though the rain fell upon Aisilyn delicately, but she was not phased by the coolness of the water or by the fact that her entire body was becoming soaked with each drop of water. For many, it would have diminished their beauty, but for her, it only made it greater.

   Nearby, a man stood before his own father’s grave. His shoulder length black hair shadowed his strong, deathly white facial features. His floor length billowing trench coat hung close to his body despite the cool night’s breeze and the pouring rain. His black eyes caught sight of Aisilyn, as she ventured slowly towards a large, extravagant black marble mausoleum. He examined her with great interest. He studied her every move, her every expression…he felt a great sense of pain coming from everything she did…and for that, he pitied her. He quickly bent over and kissed the headstone out of respect and began to make his way over to her.

   She would not notice the man approaching her, for she was in her own little silent, tortured world at that moment. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground on which she walked. He began to close in on her, reaching out to grab her shoulder with a strong white hand. As his hand came into contact with her shoulder, she would scream slightly and jump in fear. His touch had broken her concentration…and she was already fairly jumpy to begin with. She turned to face him swiftly causing the shawl to fall from its place and onto her shoulders, and her long wet tendrils to fly about her face as she did so, and her eyes locked in on his own, and a silence grew that would have made the Dead turn in their graves. Even the mighty, ominous thunder seemed to cease.

   They stood like this for God-knows how long. His hand on her arm, eyes locked on each others, no words said between the two.

   Finally, she broke the silence that could have even scared the Dead.

  “Who the hell are you?”, she implored him with great fear and question in her voice. Despite her eminent fear, her voice was strong, yet soft and captivating…haunting even. It would send chills down anyone’s spine. Her voice has the ability to sooth a crying babe, and lull it to sleep with few words, and even fewer effort.

   He stood in a silent awe of everything about her, trying to suppress the sudden chill that graced his very being. Finally, realizing that it was his turn to speak, he cleared his throat and began speaking to her.

  “My name is Ricco Black…but please, forgive me for startling you miss. I only meant to see if you were alright. I saw you earlier and I felt a great pain coming from your aura…I got---” .

  “Worried? Is that what you about to say, Ricco Black?”, she cut him off quickly and spoke with a huge amount of implied sarcasm, yet the tone of her voice never changed. “There is no reason to worry, milord, it is the same every year on this night.” she said the last few words with an even more depressing expression upon her face, as well as a heightened sense of sorrow in her voice.

   Ricco nodded softly, allowing a few strands of hair to fall into his face and eyes. He smiled as warmly as he could manage toward her, revealing long-pearly white fangs. He certainly was a sight for sore eyes, just as she was. He stepped closer to her slowly. He understood her pain…he saw in her eyes, the same deeply rooted pain that he felt in his long since dead heart.

  “I understand miss…I too have felt the great pain of the lost love of a family member,” he wanted to draw her close to him, in hopes of easing either of their pain even the slightest bit, but he stayed back.

   She looked up at him with her deep alluring eyes, as tears swelled up in them. She didn’t care who he was, or how well she knew him, she needed to be held by someone…anyone who knew and understood her pain. She threw her long graceful arms around his neck and drew herself closer to him in a strong embrace, pressing her body against his, and resting her head upon the curve between his neck and shoulder. As she did this, the tears began to fall from her eyes like the rain from the sky. It was a long awaited happening.

   He would be taken back by this sudden action. He hesitated somewhat before wrapping his arms firmly yet gently around her waist. He rested his own head atop hers, and a single tear ran down the left side of his face.



   Time seemed to be at a stand still for the two of them. If anyone else had entered the cemetery, or if anyone had spoken, they would not have noticed. They would not have cared either, for this was the first time since either of them could recall, that they felt at ease despite the growing pain in their hearts and minds. For the first time, things felt…right. Like two souls, lost for so long in the darkness and bitterness of life, that had finally found a beacon of light at the end of an eternal tunnel.

   They finally awoke from their trance-like state, Aisilyn looked up into his caring eyes and blushed somewhat, realizing what she had done, bringing a soft pinkish tint to her face. She lowered her arms just slightly, resting her hands gently upon his shoulders. Their embrace still evident, but the sadness had seemingly slipped away. She shook her head after a minute or two, with a hint of laughter.

  “What?”, Ricco asked bluntly, “What is so funny?”

  “You don’t even know me, and yet you held me in your arms as if you knew everything about me. Let alone my name.” She admits sheepishly. She had a vast amount of amazement in her voice most likely from the after effects of the previous happenings.

   Ricco laughed softly and nodded in agreement.

  “Then what is your name miss?”, his deep comforting voice was filled with laughter and amusement with the girl who stood in his arms.

  “My name is Aisilyn Melechios…”, she spoke softly as if worried that someone would hear. Even still, she kept her eyes locked on his.

  “Tis a beautiful name, for such a beautiful creature.”, he tells her with a small smirk plastered upon his face.

   She quirks a brow at him somewhat…despite her elegant figure and radiant appearance, she was not accustomed to receiving such compliments, let alone compliments at all. She nodded her head just slightly, as if expecting him to take it back. That was usually how it happened. When he did not say anything else on the matter, she lowered her brow and smiled bashfully, yet continued to have a small hint of confusion to her expression.

   He saw the confusion in her eyes, so he cupped her face in his hands gently and drew it closer to his own face. He smiled briefly at her before speaking.

  “Shall I make it a bit less confusing for you m’dear?”, he did not allow her to answer before he brought her face even closer to his and pressed his cold lips on hers, in a delicate kiss of two lovers caught up in a moment’s chances. She would not struggle or force him off, but instead, she closed her eyes and allowed the kiss to continue. She slid her arms around his neck once more as her lips parted slightly, and their lips became entwined. Waves of warm emotions swept through the two during this fate-filled romance.



  “What the hell?”, is the next sound they heard. It jolted them from their euphoric state of illusion, as they turned slightly only to see yet another young girl who looked almost exactly like Aisilyn. Other than the girl’s piercing blue eyes and slightly more mature features, one may have very easily have mistaken one for the other, but instead it was Aisilyn’s older sister, Sabrien. Aisilyn blushed brightly at the scene that she had been caught in.

   All the things Ricco and Aisilyn had felt a few moments before, shattered and died away with the scornful expression directed toward them by Sabrien. It was as if they were deer in the headlight. Sabrien looked Ricco over several times before grunting with annoyance, “Who’re you?” she asks Ricco quickly and without hesitation she fired more questions at him, “What are you doing here? What are you doing with my sister? What business do you have with her and what do you plan to do with her, nightwalker?”, she shot the last word, nightwalker at him with disgust. She knew just by the looks of him that he was a vampyre, and she did not trust the lot of them, except for the one that she herself loved. He and only he, was an exception to her rule.

   He shuddered at her voice, He was more than likely older than her, but she still struck fear into his long since dead heart. He opened his mouth slightly before closing it once more as if hesitating to speak. When he finally did his voice quivered, but at the same time, he shot the answered back at her, with just as much swiftness.

  “My name is Ricco Black, I was mourning my father’s death on his birthday, your sister and I just kissed once. She and I know and understand each other’s ongoing pain, but I do not have any premeditated plans with her, and I would really appreciate it if you refrained from calling me a nightwalker. Such a crude and vulgar name for one to be called.”  He looked into Sabrien’s eyes as if saying that he was being truthful, but severely doubting that she would even remotely believe him. Aisilyn stood silent during all of this…not really wanting to interfere.

   Behind Sabrien stood a tall blonde male figure, that had been for the entire scene between Sabrien and Ricco. He had a wide smirk upon his face as he watched with admiration the man’s bravery. He had to be brave to talk back to Sabrien, she had the power to kill him in an instant, and she had been known to do so. He made a slight cough to acknowledge his presence and a sudden change of mood swept across Sabrien. She turned and ran to him, “Ghost!” she jumped into his outstretched arms and hugged him close. He laughed a low deep laugh as he wrapped his arms around her waist. His smile revealed a set of long white fangs…this was the man that Sabrien gave the exception to. Ghost was about 5’11’’, he too was incredibly pale, yet he had a certain glow to him that only those of purebred vampyre. He was a very handsome man. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her own delicately before smiling once more.

  "What have you been doing, precious? Have you been scaring these innocent folk?” he asked in a somewhat teasing way. His eyes flickered devilishly at Aisilyn as he spoke. The thing is, Aisilyn and Ghost never really got along. She always saw him as someone who would hurt her sister, and she did not care if it was mentally, emotionally, or physically. She did not trust him even the slightest bit. She believed him to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Ricco did not notice the looks exchanged between the two, his eyes were still fixed upon Sabrien fearfully.

   Sabrien shook her head at Ghost with a playful look in her eyes. She winked at him alluringly before replying to his questions.

  “Who me? Why would I of all people want to scare innocent people?”, she jested. “Surely, you do not think that I am that kind of person.”

  “Sabrien, Ghost, please leave…I do not wish to tolerate any more of your games. They are not fun, let alone funny. So please, take yourselves elsewhere.” Aisilyn spoke with great annoyance. She hated the fact that Sabrien had so rudely interrupted them. For she knew that she had done so just to spite her. She thought silently to herself, Why must you always do this? Why Can’t you allow me to be happy for once? You have your life, don’t try to live mine. Clearly, there was some tension between the two sisters.

Something deeply rooted within each of their pasts.

   Sabrien turned back around to face both Ricco and Aisilyn slowly. She had a slight smirk upon her face, as if amused by the fact that Aisilyn was trying to defend herself with words.

  “What’s the matter, love? Are you afraid that I may take your nightwalker from you?”, she scoffs sarcastically. The look in her eyes was sinister. But that was soon changed.

  “How about we leave the two of them alone, Sabs.” Ghost said softly in Sabrien’s ear, but his voice was loud enough to be heard by the others. His words were in question form, but used as an order. What was this? Was Ghost actually sticking up for Aisilyn for the first time in the many years of their knowing each other? Or was this yet another one of his wicked schemes to deceive her into thinking that she could trust him? One could not really tell without questioning aloud, which was one thing that Aisilyn did not do unless she felt dire the need to do so.

   Sabrien shifted her glance back to Ghost and nodded. “You got off easy this time kiddo.”, she referred to Aisilyn, “But I can‘t guarantee that you will have the same chance next time.” she mutters bitterly.

   She smiles at Ghost longingly and with that, he wrapped his arms around her waist and they both disappeared within a thick black smoke that had the light aroma of roses. The smoke would disperse as the rain would wash it away.

   Aisilyn screamed in anguish once she saw that the smoke was gone.

  “Why must you do this to me?” she screamed loudly while looking towards the sky, as if yelling to an unknown being. “Why must you always ruin what I have?”  Her fists were clenched into tight balls of flesh. She was breaking down. Every time she truly felt happy, it seemed that her sister would purposely come and shatter her hopes of ever feeling good about herself and life, or in her case, an on going death.



   Once more, she found herself in Ricco’s cold yet loving embrace. He held her firmly against his chest and whispered in her ear that everything would be alright. Although this should have been something to encourage Aisilyn, it only made her more depressed. She tried to push him off of her, but she was too weak compared to him to release herself of his grasp.

“No, it won’t be alright! Did you not see what just happened? Now, imagine having to go through that exact thing for the past 400 years! It never changes! Everything is just an ongoing occurrence on the pendulum of time.” Her voice softens from a shriek until what she says is inaudible to him. Tears rolled down her pale delicate cheeks as she continued to whisper her rants to him. Despite the growing quietness, everything about her emitted a silent scream.

Finally, she broke free of his grasp and stepped back quickly, shaking her head and muttering words inaudible to all but her. The stone in her necklace was beginning to glow harshly as she grazed her hand softly against it and she had a fearful and wary look within her eyes as she began to speak a bit more clearly and loudly.

“I…I have to go…I am very late.” She truly did not know where she was supposed to be, she just knew that she had to leave that place before something else went wrong. Her sanity was leaving her, and quickly too; like a constant flow of water, never ceasing to stop, but would eventually run out of water to release. Before Ricco could stop her, she melded into the shadows and vanished, without so much of a trace of her presence left.