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I walk towards my house, beaming and thankful for Miss Critec’s unusual amount of kindness and compassion. I do believe that her and I shall be able to get along much more smoothly now that she knows that I love my son as dearly and truly as she. Before I left, we conversed some on the things that My Love had spoken of. She, herself, believed it beneficial to follow My Love’s advise. I will not lie. I am nervous about touching Miss Remembrance. I have not been able to touch anyone without hurting and killing them, with the exception of Melvie, in such a longtime. I reach the house and walk inside and am taken aback by what, or should I say whom, I see.
“Miss Remembrance,” I slowly close the door behind me, checking… for what? What on earth should I be checking for? searching for? I shake my head and try my best to smile, thankful that the place was completely dark and she could not see the look of astonishment upon my face. “It is such a,” I pause searching for the correct word, “surprise to see you, I would say. Especially after what had happened earlier tonight and all.”
“Dark and Handsome?”
I turn my head in the direction of that sweet voice of hers had come from. I could see fine in the dark. I just had my eyes closed at this very given moment and time, for I was not sure if I were quiet prepared to look at her just yet.
“Yes Miss Remembrance?” I hear her take several shallow breathes before finally speaking.
“Could you light a candle in here please? I mean, I enjoy the night and the dark as much as the next person or creature, but I was kind of hoping to see your face when I told you some of the things I’m about to.”
I just felt, the thing that was supposedly, my heart drop. “Of course,“ I force a smile upon my face as best I can---even though I know that she cannot see it--- and flick my wrist, lighting several of the candles in the room, “how silly of me.” I quickly turn my back to her and once again to door, which I knew I could not escape through, without consequences. Oh how it was so difficult for me to talk of matters of the heart to someone that it was both not and about. I take off my hat and stare at it as if it were my last hope, my last resort. “So what exactly did you wish to speak with Miss Remembrance?” I slowly set my hat upon its rack and turn towards the kitchen area. “Would you care for some tea? Green tea? White tea? Chamomile? Herbal? Ja-Ling?”
She doesn’t speak for several seconds as I pull out several different containers filled with teas from all over the world.
I turn my head slightly so that I only saw the outline of her beautiful figure. I close my eyes tight, then slowly reopen them. I let out a slow breath before continuing. “Tea? Miss Remembrance?”
“Um…sure,” I see the outline of that gorgeous head of hers move up and down several times before her entire figure begins to move about the opposite side of the cabin. “What was that first thing you asked me again, Dark and Handsome?”
“What tea would you like?”
“That was the second, and do you have Lipton by any chance?” I see her shoulders shake, then her sweet laughter wraps its sound around my ears. “I am only kidding Dark and Handsome. I am partial to chamomile myself, actually. It helps calm the nerves.”
I give off a genuine smile, my back towards her once more, filled with so much relief to know that I am not the only on nervous at the given moment and time. “Of course then,” I say as the pot begins to whistle and I pull out two chamomile tea bags from their container. I flick my wrist and hear as Miss Remembrance yelps in surprise as---my guess would be--- her cup of tea appearing right in front of her on a saucer. I chuckle slightly, as I grab my hovering cup of tea, and its saucer, and turn back towards the seating area. I hear the containers behind me as they slide back into their appropriate places. “So what was it that you wished to speak with me over?”
She smiles, and I see that sparkle yet another time. “That was the first question you asked me Dark and Handsome.”
I only nod, averting my eyes and seating myself in the rocking chair farthest from her. She had decided to settle down into the surprisingly over stuffed couch on the opposite end of the room. “So you wished to converse with me in relation to, what exactly?” I focus my ears on her response, but my eyes on the dormant fireplace.
I hear her take a sip of her tea. She always slurps whenever she drinks something, whether it be hot, cold, or just right. Any other person or creature doing such a thing would rub my nerves raw, but it did nothing when she did.
“It’s in relation to what happened earlier.”
“Oh?” My eyes never leave the dormancy of the fireplace.
“Yeah,” she goes silent for an exceptionally long time before speaking again, as if wondering what she should say next, what she should address next. “I just felt really bad about what I had said. I shouldn’t have let my anger out on you like that. I mean,” she pause for several long moments, “I guess I was just… jealous.”
“Jealous?” I do not move. “Why would you be jealous? What would you be jealous of?”
She says nothing for so many moments, and the only sound heard coming from her are her slurps as she sips her tea.
I have a strong feeling of what she may say. I am just not sure if I am prepared enough to hear it. I have only known Miss Remembrance for a short time, so it is very difficult to speak with her of these matters. Especially since for most the time of knowing her, we have barely spoken to one another or made any attempt in getting closer to one another’s hearts. She has most likely tried several times to, only to be deflected by my well guarded heart. The only one to ever penetrate its impenetrable shield is Melarvious. The only to pass its impenetrable shield, by my willingness, was My Love. This was going to be most difficult.
“Of you.” She finally speaks. “I was-,” she cuts her own self off. “I am jealous of you. I am jealous of Melarvious. I am jealous of what you two have. I get so weak in the knees whenever I am around you, and then I feel like I am about to collapse and crumble from the pain in my heart, and not the flutters in my stomach.”
“Where does the pain come from?”
That one simple, yet so complex, question creates a whole new level of tension between us. A tension so thick, that it feels a challenge to even breathe, let alone speak.
“Where does the pain come from Miss Remembrance?”
She doesn’t speak right away. Even with my eyes on the dormant fireplace next to me, I could feel her eyes boring holes into the side of my face.
“Where-”
“Were you not listening?” She continues on when she realizes that I am not going to speak. “The pain comes from my jealousy. The pain comes from me, seeing you have such a wonderful time with Melarvious. The pain comes from whenever I hear this real, true blue, whole-hearted laugh erupt from the very center of your being when you are with her, and I just get a sarcastic little chuckle, snicker, or chortle. The pain comes from the unfairness of it all. The unfairness of how hard I try to impress you, and you not noticing. Or pretending not to notice? I don’t know. I just know that it hurts Dark and Handsome. I don’t care that you’ve only loved less than a handful of people, but the least you could do is show some kind of acceptance of me being around you. Just something to ease away a shred of this pain and shame I feel around you, like I’m not even worthy to be in your presence. Like right now! and how you won’t even look at me!”
I say nothing. I move nothing.
“Dark and Handsome,” I could hear the desperation thick within her voice, “Look at me, please.”
“I cannot.”
“Why can’t you?” Hurt beginning to lace and intertwine with her desperation.
“I am nervous Miss Remembrance. I am scared to tell you the things that I must. I have made promises to three women that I would, and it would be a challenge to contain myself somewhat if I were to look at you at all.”
“What is it?” I hear her move from her seat. “What do you need to tell me?”
I quickly rise from my seat and stand in front of the unlit fireplace, causing several of the lit candles to extinguish. “You remember how you spoke of my love? My one and only true love?”
“Yes.” She says before the last word of my inquisition is able to pass from my lips. “I mean, yes. Yes, I remember. What about her?”
The last of the candles extinguish and the curtains open, bringing in the subtle moonlight. “I loved her so much.” I look without truly looking and continue on, not sure to whom I was truly speaking to. “She was so beautiful. So bright. She was not a creature of the night and of the dark. She was too pure, too sweet to be. She was perfect. She was the daughter of the Aphrodite the goddess of love and Apollo the god of music. She was every and anything any man, immortal or mortal, could ever dream of.” A sob catches in my throat. “She was as beautiful as she was musical. Her laughter was a sound so musical, that it put every instrument and whistling bird to shame. She was so gorgeous that even Lucifer would cover his face in immense shame, and he was the most gorgeous angel to ever fall from Heaven. My Love was so kind of heart. She loved everyone and showed it through her kindness.
“I had met her one day, as Melarvious and I were running several errands for Aphrodite. She had said that we may stumble upon one of her daughters, while completing her list and to wave a quick hello if we do. Sadly, that was not all I could do. I had to walk to her and greet myself formally. Though I could not. She was the first woman to ever make me speechless. All I could do was smile, and smile, and smile. I say. I listened to her speak. Oh, you should have here her speak. It was so intoxicating, so peaceful, so overwhelming. She was overwhelming.
“She greeted me as if I were of a creature of Purity and Light, instead of a horrid beast of Evil and Darkness. Even when I announced to her my true being, she did not care. I swore that only more love and compassion for me grew from her. Her mother did not mid. She was a tad skeptical on the idea at first, but did not mind after sometime.
“I could touch people back then. I was able to hug, kiss, shake hands with anyone I so wished. I did not cause people pain, agony, and death when their skin was greeted by mine. I did not touch her though. No, I was too frightened to touch her. I was too nervous. I did not want her to be tainted by my touch. She always begged for my to, until one day I had to oblige to My Love’s request. I did not taint her. It was quite the opposite, in fact. She somewhat purified me, with he love and kindness and acceptance. It was so wonderful. It was so wonderful, that at that moment I told her I loved her. I nearly leaped across the universe and back once she told me she felt the same. It took me three decades to admit that to her, and another seven to finally purpose. I was so joyful once she said yes, several milliseconds after my asking. I felt so whole. We wedded on Mount Olympus. It was so wonderful. It was marvelous, and as was she.
“We’d planned to have kids. We’d planned to have a full, complete, fulfilled eternity with one another. We had no such chance. We had begun to notice how I at times would cause her pain when we touched. We brushed it off as nothing to worry about, but I was always worried. I was always, so instinctively, worried. I brought on the idea of postponing the idea of children. She did not listen though. At times, she was as stubborn as she was beautiful and musical. I, sadly, would have to ignore her constant conversations that had the slight undertone to a subject of children and children making. I played dumb to the hints. I kept up this heartless charade ’til it had finally gotten out of her system. I heard no more talk of babies and how wonderful it would be to have little Dark-Purities roaming around her palace. She would always insist on me claiming it as our palace and not just hers, but the were, and are still, very few things in this world that I can say are mine.” I pause for the longest of moments. “After several months of her dropping the subject, I saw sadness begin to envelope her for the first time. It pained her to hear that her husband, the love of her eternity, did not wish to have children with her. It was the exact opposite of which she thought. I had so craved for children. I dreamt of having sons as dashing as their father, and daughters as striking as their mother. I dreamt of their personalities being as cunning and charismatic as their father and as warm, loving, and empathetic as their mother. I had it all planned. As did she. Our plans, ideas, and dreams overlapping.” I pause once more. “I broke. I broke down and brought up the idea of children for the first time, from my lips. I could not take her sadness. I could not bare it. I had to make her happy again. I needed have my glorious love back to her old companionate, loving, warm, joyful wife back to her normal self.” I give a sad smile. “It happened. She smiled and laughed, and hugged me, thanked me for finally realizing the joy children could bring. I already knew, though I never spoke. I only smiled and basked her normality. I drowned in the wonderful warmth that was her and for the rest of that day, we planned on what to name our Dark-Purities, what they would do, and possibly how they would act. We planned from worst case scenarios, to best case, to cases to were too hysterical to deem as true or even possible. By night fall, we were ready, fear and anxiety gone, and the mood set; we commenced. Everything went well, ‘til she began to scream in pain. I tried to stop, but it was too late. I had begun my first feed. And if I had stopped, I would have shattered her soul. I had no choice but the keep going. I cried and begged and pleaded with the gods and goddesses of Olympus to save her, to let her live, for me to not lose the one and only true love that shall ever grace their presence in my life. Sadly, I knew they could do nothing, and as it close to me losing her forever. I wept my apologies. I told her I was sorry for doing this to her. I said I was sorry for ruining her eternity. I groaned an apology for her not being able to have the Dark-Purities we spoke of. I apologized for it all. Over and over, I told I loved her and promised that she shall forever be in my heart and my mind. Then she was almost gone, she was close to disappearing out of my life forever. I clung to her then. I gave one last beg to the gods and goddesses not to take her from me. I screamed her name one last time, before she was… gone. Gone forever.”

The between us went on for what seemed like hours, but were only several long, painful, and agonizing seconds.
“Dark and Handsome, I-”
I step away, as she reaches for me.
“Do not touch me.” It comes out almost as a growl, as she stands there bewildered and hurt.
“Dark and Handsome…” she trails off, the look in her eyes saying she attempting to find the right words to say. The only sad and inane part in her attempt was that there was no right thing to say. There were no right words. The pain took them all away. The pain consumes and envelopes and does not set free so easily. I was trapped within that cocoon of pain and despair and there was no immediate way for me to escape. I did not fight either. I let it drown me, smother me, suffocate me.
“What was her name?”
My head whips to her outline immediately, eye sight so blurry at the moment. “I beg your pardon?” I growl, or at least attempted to. It came out more as the groan of a wounded animal, than anything else.
“What was her name? You never said her name.” I see the outline of her tilt her head. “The taboo…. It’s the taboo isn’t it? The taboo everyone was talking about after our little fight. They kept saying I was close to committing the ultimate taboo with you. This is it isn’t it? Talking about her? Speaking of her? Forcing you to no longer deny her once great existence on this earth? Say her name.”
The last one was not a question, but it was the only one I was willing to both somewhat answer and somewhat admit.
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
“Dark and Handsome,” she kneels beside me.
I did not even realize I was kneeling upon the floor of my cabin.
“You are going to have to commit the taboo sooner or later, and I know that part of what you promised those three women, whoever they be, was that you would finally say her name. You have to Dark and Handsome. You are too good and man to go back on your word.” Her face was leaning over so she could somewhat look me in the eyes. “Dark and Handsome you have to.”
I knew I had to. I had made a promise. But it made it no less easier to speak her name, it made it the exact opposite. It made it all the more harder.
“I despise myself for not sticking by my instincts, but I could not bear to see her so sad, so heart broken. I never meant to hurt her. I never meant to hurt…” That first letter choked in my throat. It gagged me. I tried to force it out, but it only made my throat raw.
I close my eyes and shake my head in defeat, swallowing back down that lowly letter.
“Come on, Dark and Handsome. Come on, I know you can do it.” She makes the motion to place her hand on my shoulder, and I quickly stand. She stands with me and reaches out and acts if she is about to reach out and touch my cheek.
I jerk my head back. “I will hurt you, if you touch me.”
“I don’t care.”
I step away from her. “But I do.” I walk over towards the mantel once more and lay my arm upon the mantel and my forehead upon my arm.
“Dark and Handsome, tell me her name.”
I shut my eyes and form the first letter upon my lips once more. This time the first letter, “A…” come out as a croak, but it comes out.
“That’s it Dark and Handsome. Come on. I know you can say it.”
I take in the deepest breath possible from my swollen and weighted chest and croak, “A- Aphrodious!” I fall to my knees once more and wrap my arms around myself, attempting, begging, pleading to feel the warmth of her once more. “Aphrodious!” My shoulders shake and the grip I have on myself quickly loosens, as well as tightens. The grip I have on myself tightens to stop the shaking, though the grip that I have held so tightly now crumbles and falls within a matter of moments. “Aphrodious!” Now that the word, the name, has escaped my lips for the first time after so many centuries, it is hard for me to stop. I can not stop. I will not stop, I never want to stop. The pain is good. The pain bottled up from so many years of silence and anguish finally erupts, and it feels splendid. I welcome it once more and let it drown me, engulf me, surround me. It does not suffocate me. No. It breathes air into me. It gives me new life. It gives as well as take away itself. My shoulders shake and seize continuously, and I let them now. I no longer attempt to hold myself together. I allow myself to do something that I have never done once in my millennium and some odd years of existence. I completely fell apart. I completely fell apart to where I was no longer crying. I was laughing. I was crying again. I was laughing once more. I cried another time. I laughed and cried both. I switch back and forth and combine ’til the old night has broken into a new, and I have finally worn myself out. I have worn myself out completely. I slowly stand. I slowly pull myself back together. I do not bother to wipe my eyes. I know they are wet. I do not bother to wipe them. I only stand to face Miss Remembrance. I do not say a thing. I only stand and open my arms wide to say, “I am prepared for anything you say to me.”
“Kiss me.”
There was no hesitation, no uncertainty, in her voice; only confidence and demanding. The determination in her eyes was relentless. It was as if no was not an option at this particular moment. It was as if she dared me to speak that one lowly word.
I took the dare.
“No.”
“Kiss me.”
“No.”
I rest my arms to either side of me.
“Kiss me!” Her determination swiftly changing to desperation.
I shake me head.
“Kiss me!”
I look at her. “Why exactly should I?”
“Are you kidding me?! After all that?! After all that you’ve released?! You dare ask me that?!”
I stand there silent.
“Kiss me now!”
“Are you trying to end your life?”
She breaks. She screams and runs toward me.
I side step her and she runs to the wall and stops. I am in front of her within moments, creating a barrier on either side of her with my arms.
She does not move.
“Why won’t you kiss me?!”
The question stings, but I contain my once again calm demeanor.
“Why are you so desperate for me to? What has changed in you so much that you now crave the touch of my lips upon yours?”
“Do you trust me?” I am taken back by her question for an answer.
Do you trust me, My Moon?
I blink twice, dazed by the voice of my love and the silhouette of her image.
Do you trust me, My Moon?
“Yes, but-”
Then-
“-kiss me.”
I blink once more to see Miss Remembrance barricaded, still, by my arms, desperation so thick within her voice and eyes. My Love did this…. Aphrodious did this. This is her work. I could tell it anywhere. She gave Miss Remembrance the undying urge to want to kiss me.
Do you trust me, My Moon?
“Yes, yes I trust you.” I smile and close my eyes, only to be reopened once Miss Remembrance’s voice breaks through the barricade.
“If you trust me, then kiss me.”
So I do, I lean in the rest of the way and subtly press my lips to hers. I did not trust myself, nor Miss Remembrance, but I indeed trust Aphrodious.
My Moon, if you trust me, then truly kiss her.
But I do not wish to harm her.
My Moon…
I close my eyes once more and press my lips more against Miss Remembrance’s and braced myself for her screams of pain and anguish, but…
It does not come.
She does not scream out in pain.
I do not question it. I only slide my hands from the wall behind her to around her waist. The screams still do not come. I slide my one hand up her back and into the locks of her beautiful raven black hair. I feel her arms wrap around me and pull me closer. The screams still do not come. She does not even shake and quiver in pain. She only does it in want, enjoyment, and anticipation. The kisses. Oh the kisses, they get deeper. They become so deep that we drown. We drown in each others embrace and embrace what happens next. My small cabin turning into a vintage Victorian palace, I lead her to the bedroom, being smothered by her sweet delicious lips every step of the way. Once we reach the room, we drown even deeper into one another’s embrace. She was so wonderful. Miss Remembrance… Miss Remembrance…
“Remembrance…”
She jerks away and looks down at me. Some how I ended up on the bottom. “What did you call me?”
I smile. “Called you Remembrance. Is that not your name?”
“It is…. It’s just that… you’ve never only called me by my first name, and my first name alone.”
I continue to smile and simply state. “I believe it a time for change,” I pull her to me, by the back of her head, and kiss her lips once more, “in more ways than one.”
She only smiles and smothers me with her lips, her hands, and her… Love.
I embrace it all and share the one thing I never believed I could, without killing/consuming in the process, for yet another time.