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HARMONIES OF LIGHT AND DARKNESS:CHAPTER TWO: MANY HEARTS
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Around six o'clock that morning, Vanity woke up sweating, and lying in a puddle of blood. What in the hell? Is this blood? Blood? The sight of blood was Vanity's fear, his weakness. And to see his on put him in a state of shock. “R..r...WRATH!!!!” Vanity called out to Wrath who was downstairs. When he heard Vanity he quickly went to his side. “What is it?” He seen Vanity sitting on his bed, shaking, and clenching his sheets. “Blood? Blood. Vanity's phobia. Lust! Gluttony! Sloth!” They all appeared. “What happened to him?” Sloth said. “That's his fear. That's Vanity's fear?” Gluttony said. “Blood.” Lust replied, “I've never seen him this way.” “Gluttony, help me get him out of this room and into his other one. Lust and Sloth, take care of that blood for me.” “Okay,” they all said, and did as Wrath had asked.
“Gluttony, he's dying. There's only one thing we can do to save him.” “That girl. The saint, Christiana. Her blood.” “Yes. I have to go and get her.” “Chris...Christiana,” Vanity said trying to come back to reality. He looked down at her bracelet, but he seen his hand covered in his blood, and started his grievance all over again. Wrath sensed it. He knew what Vanity was about to do. He would do as he always would with the given opportunity in this state. Run to cliff over the sea, and jump over into all the water and rocks below. Wrath wasn't about to let that happen a second time. He ran to Vanity and tried to restrain him. They struggled. “Gluttony, leave! Watch Envy and Greed for me, and don't tell them Vanity's dying. Then tell Sloth and Lust to go to the Manor and stay there with you until I return.” Gluttony did as told. Wrath disappeared with Vanity and appeared at the cliff.
He drug Vanity to the edge and held his head to the ground. “Where is the Prince of Pride? The Count of Conceit? Where? Where are you Vanity? If you don't wake up and realize what's before you, you'll die sooner than you think. Whether you like it or not, we are going to see Christiana.” Vanity was almost himself again. He was the sin side of himself. He pushed Wrath off of him. “The dirt is no place for a Prince.” Wrath stood up and dusted his robe. “When I said wake up Vanity, I didn't mean you. Why can't you be afraid of that damn water or heights or something?” “I'm not the weak one, he is. And you can take us to Christiana if you want.” “Is that a threat?” Vanity, the good one fought for control of his body, and when he got it, he fell to his knees. “Wrath? Wrath...what's going on ?” At that moment Vanity started spitting up blood. “Vanity close your eyes! It's not what you think it is!” It really is what he thought it was. More blood, but Wrath tried to make him see something different. “Damn! He's not listening. I have no choice,” Wrath said mumbling. He reappeared behind Vanity, and hit him in the back of the neck. Vanity quickly fell unconscious to the ground. “This can't go on like this. I have to go get Christiana tonight. Now, it's too early.” Christiana. Why does this untamed heart beat for you so? What is it about you, that has me this way? I had one real good look at you, and ever since then, I haven't got your face out of my head. But I know, I can feel that you have grown on Vanity as well. And those other Vampires. Michael and Gabriel. They must have some connection with you as well. I can't think on this any longer. I'll take Vanity to the Manor, and then I'll join the humans for a while.
“Wrath!” Lust said surprised. Wrath closed his eyes, using his powers to search inside the Manor and one thousand miles around it. There was no Greed or Envy around. Wrath cleaned his hand, cut it, and then placed it on a pad built in the door. The walls of the Manor glowed blue and then red. “You all are to stay here with Vanity. Only my blood will open these doors and these windows, so none but me can get out, and anyone who's not with me can get in. Our sin brother Vanity will meet death by twelve o'clock tonight. His wish is for all of you to be safe. Envy and Greed are not to be trusted.” “Poor Vanity. So he doesn't trust the greedy one, and the jealous-hearted one,” Sloth said as lazy as ever. “I wish there was something we could do for him,” Lust said sighing. “Gluttony, I'm going to the humans. Watch the girls, and girls, you look after Vanity till I return.” He knew they would, so he just left.
Christiana woke up about seven o'clock. She instinctively looked down at Vanity's necklace, feeling a sudden sadness. After a while of thinking, she got up and did her daily routine. Brushed her hair, washed her face, brushed her teeth, but it was Saturday so she didn't put on her uniform. Instead she put on a silk gown, with her silk robe coat. For some type of luck today, she put on her grandmother's ankle bracelet that was given to her for being the only granddaughter in the family. After doing that, she went to her mother's room to see if she was home, but she still hadn't returned. So, Christiana went downstairs and lied on the couch feeling exhausted. By her being so tired, she went right back to sleep.
Vanity woke up, slowly and dizzy. He sat up in the bed holding his head. What's going on? Why are am I at the Manor. Lust appeared before him, looking more lustful than ever before, but Vanity payed her no attention. Her hair was hanging with loose curls at the end,and her skin smelled of white roses and lavender. She wore nothing but her white robe, that was loosely tied, if tied at all. She was planning to seduce him, and she could be trusted, she just desired Vanity too much, and he knew this all too well. She wasn't who he wanted, not in the past, in the present, nor in the future. “Vanity...” He looked at her, sighed, and turned his head. “Good morning Lust.” She walked towards him and sat beside him in the bed. She picked up his hand and kissed it. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, so he let her do as she pleased. “These hands of yours were stained with blood, and I cleaned them for you. And those lips of yours...that have never touched mine. This body of yours...that has lied next to mines not once,” she said caressing his face. Her robe fell clean off her shoulders, revealing her upper body. “Why is that Vanity? Why?” He sat there silently, refusing to look at Lust directly. She slid her hand into his robe, grabbed his shoulder, and slowly pushed him back on the bed. She slowly climbed on top of him. “Why won't you look at me Vanity?” She leaned forward and softly kissed his neck. “Why do you desire me to look at you so much? Lust, you are truly beautiful, but you are not what I want.” “I don't understand.” “I don't expect you to.” “You're on your death bed, and you turn down an offer of love? The offer to make love?” “Lust, you cannot make love if you are not in love. There have been so many times that you have tried to tempt me, but your charming hasn't worked. Just because I'm on my death bed, doesn't mean my feelings have changed for anyone or about anyone.” He was making Lust a little upset. “It's that girl isn't it. The saint. Christiana. Why would you choose her over me! What does she have that I don't! How could you fall in love with her after one day, when I've known you for thousands of years!” “You've known me for seventeen years. I'm not the same Vanity anymore, and he'll be long gone soon. Now please, remove yourself from me.” She refused. “Lust, I will not ask you a second time.” He stumbled over his words with the pain shooting through his body, and on top of that, he felt the other side gaining control, because he was the one who wanted Lust. Vanity's eyes changed, they became narrow, calm, and evil. Lust felt the changed, and faced Vanity again. He smiled at what was before him. “Lust.” “Vanity?” “It is me. That weakling was right. One of us will be leaving my dear, but it won't be me. Now, as for you, sweet Lust.” “So it is you. My Vanity...but you are...” Vanity kissed her before she could finish what she was about to say. The positions of body's had switched because he was on top now.
Christiana woke up with chills. She had dreamed about what was going on between Vanity and Lust, and it made her feel a little sad. She clenched onto the necklace that he had given her, and the said his name softly. “Vanity...Van....nity.”
The real Vanity could hear Christiana's voice calling out for him. While the other Vanity had his hands all over Lust, he began to loose his grip and control. “He wants the body back Lust.” She held his face, “Don't let him have it. You have to stay with me...we haven't even begun.” “We'll have our moment. But for now I must go.” He kissed her one last time before the real Vanity had gained control once more. As soon as he did, he jumped off of Lust. “Christiana...I'm sorry. Please forgive me.” He stood by the window and tied his robe back around his pants. He was still light headed, and turned to Lust feeling disgusted. She lied there on the bed with her robe wide open. “He really is gone, so there's no point of me being here any longer...” With that said, Lust disappeared. He said nothing of her but instead, turned his sights back toward Christiana. He held her bracelet in his hands. “I wish I could come see you. I wonder if you can hear me.” Christiana heard the sound of Vanity's voice, but thought she was imagining it all. “Why would you want to come see me? Why would anyone?” He heard her as well, but thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him. “Mm. Why not? You are beautiful, inside and outside. And, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night.” “The dream...did you give me a necklace in the...last night?” she said sounding surprised and confused. “The dream...yes, I gave you a necklace.” “So...that means...I am talking to you for real. Van...” “I told you about saying my name...it's dangerous.” “That pain...this pain I'm feeling. It's yours...you are still sick!” “I'm fine.” “Why are you lying! If you were fine, I wouldn't be feeling this way.” “Christiana...” Both felt very sharp pains in their chests. They gasped for the pain to release itself. “Why won't you let me help you?” “Be...cause.” “Because what!” “I don't want you to... I don't need you to get hurt. I can't...stay awake much longer Christiana. I'll,” he said walking towards his bed, “talk to you later...” “No! Vanity! Vanity! VANITY!” His body pulsed. Again and again, his body hit the bed unconscious while his mind joined with Christiana's.
She was hit with the actual energy of the pulsations and was knocked backwards onto the couch, and forced into a body slumber.
They found themselves in a a bright place, and that was all it was. Vanity woke up and seen Christiana lying feet away from him. “Christiana...Christiana!” She woke up to the sound of his voice. “Van...” He put his finger over her lips. “I've warned you about that Christiana.” “I'm sorry....I was just...worried about you is all.” She looked down and off to the side. He sighed, and knew that he couldn't be angry with her if he tried. He embraced her, still enduring his pain. “This maybe the last time I ever see you,” he said pulling his head way. Christiana looked at Vanity speechless. He caressed her face softly, and gave a faint smile. Christiana was breathing as if the life was being sucked right out of her, but it was really Vanity's life fading away. “I can't let you go. I can't let you die. Why? Why do you have to be this way?” “Christiana. It's dangerous for us to be sharing minds right now, you have to send me off.” “I can't, not with you in this condition. I won't...” She said shaking her head and crying. “Look at me...look at me Christiana.” She slowly looked up at him. “Your heart is an open. It will love all that it can and strain to love more. If every heart was like yours...this world would know no pain. These wishes for your life to be taken will be ignored God, and embraced by evil. Do not be foolish, and do not give in. Christiana you have to fight and there are somethings you must let go.” “If you are one of those things then I refuse. I won't...I can't...and I don't know why.” “I beg you...call my name out. I can't stay here any longer. If you truly don't won't to let me go, then at this moment, it's what you need to do.” She didn't want to argue, and she was growing weaker resisting him. She sighed, and spoke humbly, “Vanity.” He kissed her as his presence faded away. “Thank-you, Christiana.”
She opened her eyes slowly on the couch, and sunk back into it. She would be sitting there for a while, trying to decide on what she should do.
Back at the Manor, Vanity was asleep, and smiling a little. He knew that Christiana might not have been happy, but she was safe for now.
Michael sat in front of the fire place alone. He was so focused on Christiana that he didn't hear Gabriel when he came in. He sat down beside his younger brother. “Are you okay, Equanimity?” “Yeah, I didn't notice you there, Placidity.” “Look...um...I'm sorry....” “It's okay. I asked you not to tell me it was her.” “Oh...well um...” “So what do we do now?” “I don't know...” Both of them sighed. “Gabriel, how did you meet her?” “I knew you'd ask eventually. About four years ago.......”
*FLASHBACK: FOUR YEARS AGO WHEN I MET HER*
“It's a rainy night...and cold too,” Gabriel said. He was thirteen, and had left the castle, sick and tired. He sat up in a tree in a nearby park. He heard the screams of a young girl coming from close by. “What in the hell?” “Somebody help me, please...” He smelled heavy sweet blood, and the thought gave him chills and made him sweat. “I got to go.” He followed the scent, and came across two bodies. One was a young girl and the other was a demon. She was bleeding severely, and would soon become unconscious from her blood lost. He could feel the power coming from her, and it drew him to her. Gabriel knew he would have to kill the demon, so he reappeared in front of the girl with his sword. He traded no words with the demon and defeated him in one slash of his sword. He put his sword away and turned to the girl. She feel unconscious just as he knew she would. He picked her up and took her back to her home after tracing her scent. No one was there.
He laid her in her bed, and took a look at her wound. Apparently the demon had tried to damage her internal organs and had nearly succeeded. Gabriel placed his hand on her stomach and it started to glow. He used his healing powers, induced with his small electrical ability to speed up her heart rate in order to make more blood cells, and also to heal the wound quicker. It worked, but made him very tired. Exhausted he sat down in a chair next to her bed.
An hour later she woke up, feeling better. She glared at Gabriel, and he woke up feeling her gaze. “So...you're finally awake.” “You? You saved my life...who are you?” “My name is Gabriel, what is yours?” “Christiana.” “You have a...pretty name.” “Thank-you.”
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“Even then she was really cute to me Michael. Her hair was shoulder length, and her eyes were big and pretty. Her appearance hasn't really changed much except her hair is longer, her face is slimmer, and her body's matured.” “So that's how you met her. You were at cousin Noel's that night.” “No wonder I didn't know.” “So what time do you think we should head over that way?” “I guess about eleven, since we have a meeting with grandfather at eleven thirty.” “Okay. That gives us two hours.” “Two hours.”
Wrath had been sitting on a park bench ever since he had arrived on Earth. He took a long sigh and then leaned backwards, looking towards the sky. His green eyes glistened in the sun while the light on his life, was diminishing. So you are at home Christiana. What are you doing now? Are you slumbering, or are you wide awake? Somethings telling me to wait before I come and see you, but there's a strong urge I have to see you. I guess I'll have to go with this strong urge. Wrath got up and walked to Christiana's house to by some time.
There was a knock at Christiana's door, and it alarmed her. She got up and slowly dragged her body to see who it was. Being careless she didn't ask for a name nor did she look out the window to see a face. She opened the door and there he was standing there. He looked up at her, and smiled slightly with his soul rejoicing. Christiana stood amazed. “You're...” “So you do remember me?” “R...r...” “I'm quite sure you aware that it's kind of dangerous to use my name.” She shook of the amazement, “Yeah...I'm sorry. I forgot for a moment. Um...why don't you come in.” “I'd...um... love to.”
Wrath sat quietly on the couch while Christiana got them something to drink. She had to open a bottle of her mother's wine, because apparently, Wrath could only, or would only drink wine or water, not mentioning he likes to drink blood. “Thank-you...Christiana.” “You're welcomed.” She sat down next to him on the couch, with her water. After long moments of silence, Wrath finally said, “I came to ask a favor of you.” Christiana put her bottle down and said, “Is it about Vanity?” “Yes...he's very ill. He's dying, and you are the only one capable of saving him.” “He doesn't want me to help him. I'm quite sure you knew that already.” “He calls out your name while he's in pain, in his slumber, and while he's on his death bed, he still wishes for you. I beg you...will you help me?” Christiana got up as if about to walk away, and Wrath grabbed her hand. She turned to him, “How can I? How can I help anybody? How can I save anyone? It's not....it can't be possible!” She tried to pull away from Wrath and he stood up and pulled her harder than he did at first. She spun around from his might and stood face to face with him. “You can do anything you want to do, if you believe you can. If you don't believe, then you right, you can't do anything, and you should just die. Isn't that what you've been trying to do anyway? Die? Die because you don't believe in anything, you don't have faith in anything, nor do you trust anyone including yourself no matter how you try to convince others. I can see through this act of yours. Shutting out everyone won't make it easier for you to die, it will only make it harder. Close your eyes...I want to show you something.” She closed her teary eyes. Everything he said is the truth. How? How does he know? How did he know? “Christiana...” “Ye...yes....” “Listen to me. Don't be afraid of what's about to happen. I'm going to show you where all of this nonsense will get you, and I guarantee you, it's not somewhere you want to be. What ever you do, try to stay sane.” He pulled her close to her, placing her hands around his neck, while his rested in other places. One of his hands rested behind her head and the other on her lower back. His eyes turned a dark green and black before he closed them. He chanted, “Show those who want to see, what becomes of self pity and grief. Let them see through the eyes of those, who've cut off their light and now well know. Let the gates of hell and darkness open temporarily, and destroy all these thoughts of wrong negativity.” Christiana's body felt heavy. She lost her breath, feeling like she was being crushed by gravity. Then she felt as if something was drawing her soul out of her body. Her eyes lost color slowly, and she began to feel everything around her fade away. Wrath's body became cold to her, and she could no longer feel him even though she knew he was there. Her sight faded, and she could feel herself slipping away. Wrath opened his eyes with force, opening the gates of hell and trapping Christiana's soul there in the darkness. This is all I can do for you now, Christiana. You must realize your true potential, through real pain.
*Gates of Hell: Wrath's Pain*
“Where am I?” Christiana was in a dark place. She couldn't see anything, not even her hand in front of her face. Her body was chained, even though she wasn't aware. “Why is it so dark? And...it's cold.” All of a sudden she felt something sharp in her skin. It kept going deeper and deeper. She screamed out. At first the pain was in one place, but she started to feel it all over. Demons were biting and pinching away at her flesh. Then they went away after what had seemed like forever, though it was a mere minute. She felt her body being pulled apart slowly. And while it was being pulled, she could feel her joints popping, and again she screamed out into the darkness. The minute she did, her body was quickly pulled apart with brute force. She felt that she could no longer move, nor speak, only cry silently. Then she heard hissing all around her, but couldn't move. She felt something opening her mouth, and she was powerless to stop it. Something was forcing snakes and rats down her throat, and the more she resisted, more were shoved into her mouth. She felt sick, weak, and pathetic. She had lost hope. She felt something stand her up, and the ground under her feet became very, hot. She was forced into one direction, walking on hot coal until she reached the wheel. Before its punishment, she was thinking. Is this hell? I'm I dead? Will anyone save me? No...I don't deserve to be saved, not after the way I've been acting. The way I've treated everyone who's tried to help me. But... I never meant to hurt anyone. I just didn't want anyone to... I didn't want to get attached to anyone, and then lose them. Nor did I want to be hurt. I was afraid.... no, I am afraid. I'm scared...and... I'm sorry....so sorry...everyone. She was broken, and no longer felt pain. She heard the laughter of the demons as well as screams the same as when she burned her dress from the ball.
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Wrath was crying. He knew that pain all too well. He had felt her body trembling and shaking in his arms the whole time. He had heard her screams and cries multiple times. He leaned her body backwards and starred at her. He starred into her empty eyes, and then forced the gate to close just as he had to open it. He closed his eyes and when they opened back up they were normal, but much sadder. Her soul was returning but had no motivation. “Christiana....listen to my voice, and my voice alone.” Her eyes flooded with tears. Her memory was partially erased and she had but had not forgotten who Wrath was. “Who...who are you?” she whispered back. “It hurts my heart to know that you've forgotten me....forgotten my voice.” “What...are...you talking about?” “Your soul knows my name. If you wish to return...then Christiana, say my name.” “Your name...your name?” She fought her pain, and reached up to touch Wrath's face. She softly went down the side, and there she felt water. “Water....why are you crying?” Wrath kissed her fingers and her hand, refusing to give her an answer. She smiled weakly, “R...r...Wrath...” She was free from hell's chains. The blindness was gone, but her body was still very weak. “You're back...and how do you feel?” “Like a fool...for not accepting myself....and my feelings. For pushing away everyone who has tried to get close to me. Where was I? What was all of that p...pain I was feeling?” “Put that pain behind you. Make it something in your past, but as for where you were. You were in hell.” “I..thought so.” He leaned her back up and lied her down on the couch. Her soul was exhausted and needed to rest. She did well. Even though she's completely drained. She's still moving and smiling and...beautiful. Wrath sat on the floor next to her, and continuously ran his fingers through her hair, then stopped as she starred at him smiling. He smiled back, slightly. “I'm sorry,” Wrath said, “for sending you there but...” Christiana slowly put a finger over his lips. “It's okay... I may be in pain...but...for once...these words I'm about to say have meaning now...” “And what might they be...” “I'm..happy... it's just that...Vanity.” Wrath looked down from her eyes to her lips. She noticed the changes in his expression. The hand that had been rubbing her hair had stopped. “What..is it?” “Since I first saw you...I just wanted...I just wondered what it would feel like to...” As he paused on his words, his hand softly caressed her neck and his face got closer to hers. She felt like she was frozen, but at that same time, her body was heating. “Kiss...you...” Wrath kissed Christiana without anymore hesitation. He let her lips go and said, “Christiana...I will come for you tonight. Until then, I need for you to get some rest. Promise me...” “But... I...” “Promise me.” “I promise.” He continued to stroke her hair for the next ten minutes, until she was half way asleep. “hey...” “What is it?” “I want you to take...the bracelet on my ankle...and keep it safe for me...” Wrath took the bracelet off of her ankle, and put it in his pocket. He smiled, “Then I'll leave you with this. He took a beautiful pearl ring off of his finger, and slipped it onto hers. Christiana smiled. He knew she was saying thanks without saying it. One last time he kissed her, sending her off to sleep. After covering her, he left her house, locking the door behind himself.
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Damn I wish I was soooo her guys everywhere lucky girl I sooo love this story!!!!!! kmp..... |
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excuse me for the errors. if there are any.... |
