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�The day becomes eternal night. Crysania watches the shadows flicker across his face from the firelight. "Then my artist I am your till sunrise...� he smiles to her and then looks up to the night sky. Crysania
smiles back then follows his gaze up to the sparkling sky. "What else does
this night-curse give you...certainly there must be some advantage. How long
have you been around to look at these very same stars?" Myles looked to her as he answered her
questions "As you asked before I am but twenty four years of age but I have
walked the land like this for five years now and I look the same as when I was
turned into this." He brought up his other hand and gently tapped the side
of her head, "I can speak to you without uttering a sound ... and I can read
your mind now." Crysania tilts
her head slightly and thinks ~so that is how you knew my name...can you read my
entire mind? Can you talk to them the same way? ~ She glances at the wolves that
lay on the edges of the clearing. "I understand them I have a way or kinship
with them.... wether other kindred can I do not know, as for your thoughts....
yes since you allowed be to look into your eyes I have bonded with you." He
looks upon Crysania with great wonder all he desired was human contact to not be
feared, and she gave him so much more. Crysania studies Myles a moment,
wondering what he was thinking. To know another�s thoughts...to hear them like
speech would be an amazing thing. To understand a wolf, that would be magical.
She turns her attention to the last part he said... "You bonded with me? Must
you bond before reading minds then...is that the limitation?" - "I can only
speak for myself but to be able to read another�s thoughts I must look deep into
their eyes for a few short moments.... and then bond is created." Slowly
Myles leaned close to Crysania smelling her scent her beating heart causing him
to remember the taste of her life. Crysania 's heart begins to beat faster as he
moves closer. "Do you create bonds with many people?" Myles thinks to
himself "Only two other before you, and they fear me..." his breathing
grew intense along with the look upon his eyes..."the passion inside me
hungers for you my artist, please you must go before I do something I regret."
Crysania truly becomes startled
by the hunger in his eyes...she doesn't move though, locking the image away for
future reference... "Would you drink me then?" She moves then, to
stand. Myles rises with her.
"Drink you Crysania?� he was caught off guard at her statement or
question. Crysania nods, "Is that what you would be tempted to do if I
stayed...drink the blood from me?" Myles "I was sure to feed my hunger before tonight, but your essence and beauty has caught me off guard....� he turned away from her looking into the darkness of the woods, "Crysania I am alone in the night, but I cannot ask you to join me...." his voice trailed off without completing his thought. Crysania stands silent; soaking in the peace only night can give. She feels her soul at peace here, no worries about the daily routine. She thinks of all the things the daylight has brought her, then what the night has. "You cannot ask me, but you just have. I see that you are alone...and I am alone..." She watches him to judge his reaction... "If I take you, you will die...and I can be cruel to leave you to rot, and die or I can give you life eternal, but you will be evil, cursed, hunted, and feared," he turned to her as he spoke this and moved close to her placing his hands upon her hips looking her deep in the eyes, "Deaths kiss is not a pleasant one, I tell you this because I am alone but you have captured my curiosity." Crysania feels the cold of his hands but doesn't turn away, "do you truly think yourself evil just because of what you are? Mankind does evil things...but does that make every single man evil? I think not. You have the power to kill what you will, to be a monster...and yet you aren�t. How will my nature change if I become kindred, will I too be evil just because of the change?" A slight smile plays across her lips, as she has captured his. A slight smile plays across her lips, as she has captured his curiosity, as he has captured hers. "I am evil by creation, yet I am not like my sire or what he has taught me I do not kill innocence, but if you cannot control the beast within ... if you let humanity leave you then the beast takes over to never be controlled." He leaned in pressing a cheek against hers his skin slightly warm from recently feeding, "Artist I wish for you to see the night with me...." Crysania closes her eyes as her heart flutters at his touch. She wonders how someone who is supposed to be of the undead can make her feel so alive. "What must I do...to see the night with you." Her breath a whisper. �You can become part of me...or live your life alive in the day, and see me in the night... leaving me before sunrise each morn." his arms slowly wrapped about her waist his lips brushed slightly against her ear as he whispered to her. He could feel her heart beat; he could hear it above the crackle of the fire. Crysania trembles slightly and leans
against him. She could almost feel his heart beat...and she wondered if the
hearts of the kindred do beat the same as mortals. She see's this night-curse
not as a curse, but as magic. To become the essence of night itself...but to
give up daylight? "Does the night loose its magic, after becoming
kindred?" she asks into his ear, "It may haunt you this I don't know, I
will be honest though I do miss the suns warmth...." he knew he shouldn't
but he let his lips gently kiss her on the neck before speaking again... "The
choice is your Crysania.... my artist, I give you one last warning Crysania...I
am responsible for you if I bring you unto this world. Other kindred may
question what I have done if you choose to join me, they may even try to kill
us, so think wisely." Crysania feels a heat race through her as his lips
touch her neck. She opens her eyes and looks at him again, this kindred man who
thinks himself evil. She knows she could never return to live in the sunlight
after knowing the night, but... "May I have a day...a single day to create
one last painting.�? Crysania grins at the threat of danger, "I am not
without defense..." she thinks of the sword that is at her side...the sword
she knows how to use quite skillfully. Myles is touched by her words..."Of
course my artist, but you cannot speak of this to anyone.... the masquerade
forbids it,� he embraces her in his arms, and kisses her softly on either
cheek before looking once more into her eyes, "Your life will be forever
changed tommorrow think on it while you sleep, and know there is no turning
back." he turns and without a sound uttered a wolf gets up from his slumber,
to walk over to the two. "My friend will guide you home safely Crysania, for
tonight I sleep passionate dreams of you..." Crysania places her palm against the side of his cheek and smiles, "I will paint you the warmth of the sunlight...you will need not miss it any longer" She withdraws her hand and gently pets the wolf's head. "Sleep well." �To be
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