graveyard(2)

He opened a single eye slightly as the warmth from the sun suddenly vanished and the night quickly returned. "Hmph.." He said "I've been a slave many a time...and every time....They left me for someone who was better than me...I understand why you would want to be a slave....But a master isn't as hard....At least you know that your slave would love you....The master isn't obligated....Though...sometimes...I wish I was still a slave....And she hadn't left me....". He yawned a little as he felt the chill of the night wash over him, the furry black ears upon the top of his head twitched every few moments following the pattern his tail did of swaying back and forth.

She looked out at the graveyard, watching the undead rise. She gave a frown as she watched hem reunite with one another as though they never saw them in ages. "You see how the dead rise and greet each other? Well, I stay here to watch for intruders who would see the undead. That is what type of master I would be watching the undead and controlling them. As a slave, I would live in a mansion with a master."

He opened a single eye a short small laugh popping out of his mouth at the sight of the undead. "This is new...and...If you live in mansion all by your self with just you and your master...wouldn't you get lonely?..." he said as he stood up slightly straighter as his arms continued to encircle her waist as he spoke. "Brittany...has anyone asked you to be their slave?..."

She slightly smiled. "No one, has ever asked I was passed down through generations, then finally the last child was born, he never wanted me, so he let me go. No one asks me to be a slave."

He shook his head sighing. "Who wouldn't want you Brittany?...And...how will you get a new master if they lineage has ended for your masters?...." He said as he shivered a little.

She shrugged and looked at the fool moon. "Life would end up dieing, I knew I wasn't going to be a slave for ever."

He leaned his head forward as his mouth clamped on the outside of her ear he grinned chuckling to himself. "You taste kinda funny Brittany...Although...I personally like the taste myself...." He chuckled again his mouth still on her ear.

Her cheeks turned a shade of light pink. "Uhumm, I'm dead what do you expect me to taste like." She looks out at the dead.

"So If your dead...do you still feel sensations?..." He said as he licked the outside of her ear slowly savoring the taste he smacked his lips "Well...You taste pretty good for someone who's dead..." He leaned forward to nip at her neck.

She grinned as she heard the words he spoke. "Yes, the dead does feel sensations of any matter, but only for the ones who wish to feel it. I keep my urge to feel things."

The boy nodded. "So the dead can decided whether to keep their emotions, their sensations....or to throw them away..." He sat down thinking. "Seems like a double bladed sword to me Brittany...." He said grinning.

"Yes, its pretty much how you put it as a double bladed sword." The girl looked at the empty graveyard only to see the undead crawl back into the graves as the warm sun finally rose. "This is the part were life becomes real again."