This is a second version of a World of Darkness FIction I wrote for somebody really special 6 years ago, I found out, by google-ing myself, that my LJ account wasn’t closed, so while I was checking, i found it, and i decided to make some corrections and adding an ending to this short fic.
So here it is , enjoy:
Let us be free.
A dark silhouette standing, thinking, looking at Damian
Damian sitting on the floor watching his own hands: It was me, just me in the darkness…
I was lost, insecure, and then, then just silent. He came to me, not like he left me before, but then, he talked to me…
Dharamian arrogantly walking right through the darkness: You look lonely, even now when I’m near you … And the worst thing here is that you feel Exactly as pathetic as you look, don’t you?
Damian lifting his face to look into Dharamian’s eyes, those deep, pale eyes: Indeed, sometimes I ask myself “where did you came from and what do you want?" And you know what, I’ve gotten no answers in all these years.
Dharamian hugs Damian, like a father hugging his little son, with that tenderness and that love. He whispers in his ear: You know why you need me, I’m your strength, I’m your hatred… I’m you… the best of you!
Damian hugs Dharamian back: Yes, I know that, but I can’t even feel safe by your side anymore, I feel like you have ulterior motives, like you are compromised with someone else, with your own purpose, not with mine… I mean, ours…
Dharamian stops hugging Damian and holds his face tenderly with both hands, talking to him, their lips separated only by a few millimeters. And then, gently, with a sarcastic tone, he says: Of course I’m following your interests my dearest, but also mine, I refuse to be like yourself, those hidden secrets, wishes and desires. Then his lips slowly touches Damian’s face, his cheek, his ear: That is, after all, why I’m still here, I’m doing this for you, only for your own benefit. I can’t go because you can’t deny yourself, you can’t deny me.
Damian takes Dharamian’s hands off him. Yelling: YOU HURT PEOPLE, PEOPLE I LOVED, PEOPLE I CARED ABOUT. YOU ARE NOT HELPING ME, YOU ARE MAKING MY LIFE WORSE!!
Dharamian slaps Damian on his right cheek so he can crouch on top of him. Holding both of his hands against the floor as a fearsome predator giving a dead sentence to his prey, he slowly rubs his nose against Damian’s face while he talks: You can’t get rid of me, as you did with your childer, you can leave me on my one, to let another good doer like you take care of me. I’m your courage, and you know it. Come on, let you, sorry, let me be free, to do what you can’t with this pathetic waste of time you’ve called unlife. You got to understand my dearest, that you can’t run away from me, you have to embrace me, you have to feel the anger let this feeling flow through you so you, so I, so we can be complete, you need to let go, and let me be incharge.
Damian can only turn his head away from those eyes, those pale, hollow eyes, those eyes he sees when he’s not around, mesmerizing, the eyes of a beast he had been trying to avoid his whole life. not because they can do any damage to him, but because he knows what kind of damage they can inflict in people he loves, those same eyes where the reason he decided to leave his childer in better hands at London.
It’s then when he sees all the infamies those eyes had saw, had inflicted on innocent people. he could only tart crying: You bastard, why did you do all that to all those innocent people. Dharamian let go Damian’s hands and gets straight without getting off of him, with his left hand carefully takes of the hair to unveil his eyes, while with the right one does the same with Damian’s hair: I was just taking care of you my dearest, I would never let anything harm you, my most beautiful and precious thing in the whole wide world. But, if you keep being so stubborn, I’ll have to take some measures.
While he leans his head towards Damian’s, he gently traverse his lips through the wet path of tears, from his eyes to his ear, licking every drop, all the way through that painful path that was drawn almost all over his cheek, just to mutter him: Think of it, we are together in this, and I’ll never let you go.
The darkness covers the two silhouettes as the night falls in New York, and while the blood helps his body awake, as every other night, he can only observe his surroundings. A trashed and really decayed apartment with some furniture and the usual belonging, he looks for other people inside the apartment with him, but he is alone, and he can only think: You need me more than I thought. My dearest fool.
This is based on my first Vampire: The Masquerade Character, a Deranged Malkavian (Yes, I know, it is really shocking to know I would write about deranged people) with D.I.D. (Dissociative Identity Disorder), more commonly known as multiple personalities.
I hope you liked it.
P.D. The moral of the story is:
Never google yourself at 3 in the morning, not when you are trying to write a short tale for a web magazine.
