Chapter Three
When do we Feast Tonight?




With the new day…
I thirst; I hunger; yet at the same time I want nothing more than to complete my task that is at hands. What's that you ask? I feel as if you have earned my trust, so I will express my intentions to you.
When you die, you lose everything, everything that you have so longingly earned & I have faced many deaths only to be reborn out of the ashes, like a golden phoenix. It was when I died, that I came into this new world. But at the time of my revival, I knew nothing. Nothing about my past, nothing of my friends (to which I still haven't introduced them all), and with my birth, I knew nothing of my assassin. If I were able to see into the future then, then maybe I wouldn't have to come to terms with my new self. So it is because of him, that I want to so much end his bloodline. And I feel that with everything I have done now, that I'm closer to reality than he thinks, and he knows it too.
The man I'm talking about is nothing but a cheap facsimile of my race. A wanderer that steals the form of anything he touches with his lewd hands, only to become the final form of what his victims try so hard to achieve. Oh ToMega Therion, you stole everything from me. Like a virgin with morals, I was raped of my innocence. Forever slandered to think of nothing but to be mortal. If it all comes down to it, I will gladly sacrifice myself just to end us both. It does me great pleasure to see those with the likes of him to suffer. Suffer for hurting the innocent. And you will to dear one, you will and the only one to enjoy it will be the world if it comes to that.
So I continue with you. I continue to express that night; or rather that night was not important. Instead, I will get to the point. I will tell you of my death, the exact moments before my downfall as if you were my witness.
My coronation was a success, nothing more than perfection, but it was because of this that I left a new door open for anyone that wanted to cross the barrier of my protection. I should have known that a consequence was to come out of my event. But as stated, I'm the youngest being that is entrapped within this semi-paradise. But it was because of his ignorant mistake, that he left a door open, a door that would change everyone within these boundaries forever. And that is the only thing I can thank him for.
As I traveled about the citadel I came across a room that was only permitted to the elite. But to my surprise, it was donated to me as a gift. A gift that I could never imagine receiving from my comrades.
If you were to see such wonders, you would break into tears. As was the case with me, I've never seen such immaculate works of art. And of all the works that I adore the most, I must conclude that my favorite is by all means far more exquisite than immaculate.
I think it was the way it looked at me, actually the way both of them admired me as I walked past them. So innocent, frail, yet strong; powerful and so meaningful. It was everything that I had ever imagined it to be. The item that I so graciously am describing is no other than The Pieta by Michelangelo master of the marble, and creator of the Book of Genesis on the Sistine Ceiling. Oh how I marveled at such a work of art; the way the Virgin stared at her heavenly son, the detail in the veins, all of this finely thought out, as well as created. Just the way it glistened in this cathedral like room made me just want to forever stay in here. But it was this exact room that my life came to an incredible halt. It was here that my unknown true rival gathered his strength to end my life.
So I stared and stared, but as my eyes grew accustomed to the finest of detail, I noticed something that I have never seen before. At first, I dismissed it as an illusion, but as I studied it more, and smelled it (oh how arousing it was), it became evident to me that what I was looking at was blood. Blood slowly, yet progressively dripping. But from where was the question at hand? I looked for every thing that might lead to the flow, and to my astonishment, I found out where.
But first let me remind you, I'm no Christian; by all means do I endorse such acts of ignorance laid upon flawed eyes like a veil to cover the truth. The virgin was crying.
Yes, she was crying crimson tears that glistened in the candlelight like priceless rubies. It was there that I moved away from them in search for an answer. Search as to where anything might have caused this act against such a piece. It was there that I saw him, or rather, he found me.

"Congratulations dear child. Never have I seen one with such potential to her unknown skills. You know I have search for a long time for someone like you, and know that I have, I can finally rest assured that my dreams are now to become a reality."

I remember everything about him. Every exact detail from his height to his blood type. A tall masculine figure, with fine silver hair that glistened in the light with great strands. His eyes were blood shot as I mean completely red, as were his figure tips. I can remember his skin being pale as grayish marble. Everything about him eluded into admiring him more and more. I was completely under his every control with no way to escape his grasp that he so preciously held onto me with.

"Who…are…you? Sigh. What are you?"

"All you need to know is that I come to you on virgin wings encased with awning chaos. My goals in life are to exceed anyone with enough power to kill me at anytime. My dear child, you are so fresh to this world, yet you know more than what is needed to know; the only problem is that you don't realize what it is you have to offer. Sigh. I want you more and more, yet I have a job to complete. And as I do so, please remember, that I care not if you forgive me for it, I care not if you survive, and I personally want you to know…that I am you and you are now nothing but a worthless little bitch."

He moves so quick, or was it his control over me that made it seem so possible, he held me so gently in his killers stance, holding me while making me moan in his grasp. It was as if he was a true vampyre, only less than that, or was it more? He bent me over by the neck, and caressed my thin, pale skin and it was then that I remembered what it was like to be the victim. It was then that I experienced for the second time, what it was like to be helplessly useless to myself. I was being feed upon; feasted if you must. I was truly staring death face to face, but this time, I understood him, for the first time…

. So was it over; far from it. When he had finished, and left, I fell hard to the floor. But how I fell made me realize that I'm not as immortal as I thought. But in his eyes, he thought we were by far the perfect beings, and he would stop at nothing to make sure I perished. So it was with that, that he sliced both my wrists, feet, chest, and throat. And it was there that I continuously bled, bled with both eyes open, softly gasping for help, while at the same time witnessed everything slowly but surely grow dark. I… I cried for the first time in this life. But never would I guess that the next one would be so depressing but I would never shed a single tear for anyone, including myself.
It never occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, he had a master plan that was far beyond my notions. But what did come to mind was one minor detail that would palely come into my mind to haunt me forever. My friends…
Oh dear god (if there ever was one), I never thought for one moment about them. I mean what if…
So I crawled, wounds spilling gallons of blood at a exaggerate extent. It may have seemed like hours of endless crawling till I reached the foyer, and needless to say, that everyone I knew, everyone I loved, was slaughtered in a complete crimson blood bathe.
So I forced myself up, and hobbled towards everyone I could possibly think of that may have survived this, but I should have known better than that. So I searched and searched amongst the corpses, and it then occurred to me…Natas!
I slowly turned my head in every which direction but no sign of him. Maybe he's not here, or maybe he secured his presence against him… but something told me otherwise. Or someone…
So I ran, don't ask how but I did. Without any problems, I ran towards the balcony of the cathedral, flaying endless bodies in my path, and it was in time that I found him; dead, lifeless for whatever time he has had to experience death.
Rest I said, don't cry; you haven't the strength for tears. Just call out their names, and pray, pray that they will be announced and saved, and when all is said and done, sleep… sleep.


"So cold. Everything is cold and numb… I can barely breathe."

So it starts again. My immaculate death, but as I closed my eyes, I felt a touch. Unfortunately, I couldn't smell, or open my eyes but I could hear it. Faintly I could hear a tongue that sounded familiar but too much of an echo to determine what it truly was.

"What are you? Are you here to take me away? If so not, please don't take me now. I have so much to accomplish, please, leave me here…leave me here… me here… here…"

In time I didn't really know what happened, but all would change, for the most part, it would be for two outcomes. Be even today, I can still remember how it all started for me in this new encasement. I can still remember the new smells, tastes, and wonders of a world gone dead and cold. I can still, yes still remember a world that would never cease to prosper but instead climax as a world of never ending faux dreams and feverish thoughts of faint immortality. I love it. I love it more and more each day but at the same time it would never promise me anything, but instead I would be the one to care and take; I would be the one to forever pacify it with my fragile hands.
So it was to come and begin to pass, my recollections of pain, pleasure, fear, pride, and forgiveness. All by which I so dread to fall into detail, but I now know that what I am telling you was meant to happen.
I believe in fate, and it is with that I will excel into pure bliss. A bliss that can never be compared to any narcotic, stimulate, depressant, or anything of that affiliation. Excel into what will hopefully be salvation for all and hopefully for me. So let me truly begin; let me tell you of my "renaissance" if you must. And forever hold in your mind that everything I have ever done was for a reason.
Fleur de Fur--Continuation...