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"Amaranda, come away from there. Now." He spoke in a low tone instead of yelling the words. Yelling would have been less frightening. "This game has gone far enough little sister." Again, he spoke with a calmness which was quite far from the emotions raging through. What sort of fool had his sister become? Running from him was one thing, tempting death like this was something else entirely. Arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping the ground, the male waited. The cliff was weak, he knew, and Amaranda was standing so close to the edge, this couldn't end well. The look in his eyes softened as his sister started to walk back to him, and then it happened....

The cause of his fear came to pass, the cliff crumbled away beneath her feet. Everything seemed to pass in slow motion. She jumped just in time and landed on the new edge, then that fell away as well.... If his heart had been beating it surely would have stopped. Fear ran through him as quick as lightning, freezing him for but a moment. 'No!' It wouldn't end here, he wouldn't let it end here! He couldn't save her by using his telekinesis though, Kyrian wasn't that powerful yet.

He ran toward the edge, feet barely touching the ground as he closed the distance between them. She wouldn't die here, not if he had anything to say about it. Seconds later he was grabbing for her hand to try and pull her back. In that moment Kyrian knew only one thing; he wanted to save her. He had to save her. Alas, he was too late. He clutched her hand, nails digging in to her soft flesh from his grip. It took only seconds for her to slip from his grasp, a few more for her to plummet to her death, and hours for Kyrian to drag himself back inside the castle rather than throw himself over the cliff after her.

A couple hours later Kyrian was slumped in a chair in his room with a bottle of spiked blood dangling from his hand. No one was to come near his room. No one was to disturb. Heck, he didn't even want to hear anyone. Furniture lay shattered around his room and glass littered the floor. In fact, the only thing that had barely been touched was his curtains. Guess the man wasn't as suicidal as he had first thought.

A growl erupted from his throat at the sound of footsteps nearby. Clearly these idiotic servants of his hadn't understood that he wanted to be left alone! He stormed out of the room just a few minutes later and made his way towards where the sound had come from. What he didn't realize was that he was headed for the Pink Room, Amaranda's room. Kyrian finally arrived in front of where the sounds were coming from, threw open the doors...and stopped.

He recognized the room instantly, he'd walked into it everyday for the past several years. What had truly surprised him was not the room but the person standing in it. Her back was to him, but her figure was almost identical to Amaranda's in his blurred vision and her hair was such a similar shade too. The only thing different was that there were wings on her back...had she come back to him as an angel? The bottle slipped from his grasp and hit the floor with an audible crash.

Without thinking, Kyrian rushed over to the female, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "I can't believe you're okay!" He kissed her neck this time and continued. "Forgive me, please. I never wanted that. Just stay here with me, let me protect you. Please." His voice was raw with emotion, almost begging. From the way he spoke and the smell of his breath it was obvious he was drunk.

Kyrian shook his head at her words as he clung to the female. No, he didn't want to release her. Not yet. It didn't register in his mind that her voice was different, or if it did he had made up some excuse for it. He really was a mess right now. She was the person he had wanted to protect, the only one who had made it past all of those walls he built up. Only hours before he had seen her perish, yet now she was back...or so he believed. What if she wasn't really back though? What if this woman was simply a figment of his imagination? What if she deserted him as soon as he released her? No, he needed to touch her, feel her. That was the only way Kyrian could convince himself that this wasn't some wild delusion. The only way he could know that she was truly real.

He shook his head again and hugged her closer. "Not yet. Please, not yet. I don't want to lose you, not again." This was why he had always been so careful, why he had locked away how he felt. Lied to himself. The power that one little emotion could give someone over him was unimaginable. He knew it had been wrong to feel that way about his sister yet he couldn't stop it. She'd made it easier to hide how he felt after he turned her. Understandably, she hated him for it. Their father had left her ignorant to his true nature. The moment Kyrian had changed her, she branded him a monster. Inhuman, so that is what he became. He had led her to believe he was despicable, made himself worthy of her hatred.

As his mouth landed on the curve where her neck met her shoulder, the man breathed in her scent. Again, it was different, but he ignored it. He could hear the blood travelling throughout her body, the steady thrum of heart. With every beat her blood called to him, slowly but surely luring out his fangs. It was a tantalizingly sweet song, and irresistible in his current state. Hell, all of his inhibitions were gone by now. He wanted, needed to know she was real. More than that, he wanted her. Those were the only things in his mind by this point; everything he wanted and the fact that he had nearly lost her. "I love you." Those three little words carried the most emotion he had ever shown. His warm breath tickled her neck as the man said them, his fangs a hairsbreadth away from her skin.

A moment later, one of his hands had unhooked the bra she was wearing and then traveled to her front, his fingers sneaking under the now loose piece of clothing. His other hand followed suit and his lips met her neck once more. This time they did not leave after a kiss though. Instead, she would feel a slight p***k as his fangs punctured her soft flesh. The warm red liquid flooded his mouth afterward and his lips curled into a smile as he drank. It was funny what a little alcohol could do to someone. Though in Kyrian's case there had been quite a lot of it...as demonstrated by the many empty bottles which had been discarded upon his bedroom floor. A few of them had even been shattered against a wall or some such thing.

His tongue snaked over the twin puncture wounds as he lifted his head. One of his hands move to her chin, gently turning her head so that his lips would meet hers. The disadvantage of him having had so much alcohol appeared as the man's eyes drifted shut and he fell towards the floor. Just before he did, Kyrian uttered those three words again. "I love you." He landed with an audible thud. Yeah, he was out. Or mostly out. Just before complete darkness surround him, the man murmured one more thing. "I will always love you." He wouldn't know if she had heard the softly spoken words. Hell, he probably wouldn't remember any of this the next night. Maybe he would even think it to be a dream....

He felt it when Sona began to tremble in his arms, a moment later she was attempting to pull away as well. Her actions screamed fear. Was she afraid of him? A bitter laugh parted the male's lips at that thought. Of course she was. Everyone else feared him, why not her too?! Especially after what had happened earlier. He buried his face in her shoulder at her words. How? How could she not know who he was? She was his sister, his love, the only person left in this world that he cared about. How could she not know him? Tears stung his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. This was his own fault wasn't it? He was the one who pushed her to edge after all. "Do you, do you despise me that much? To the point that you would erase me so completely from your mind? Have I wronged you so badly sister?"

He couldn't hold it back anymore, the tears began to fall slowly. One at a time they cut paths down his face as he clung to her. If even she didn't need him, why was here? Why had he even bothered to return after seeing her fall? Would anything change now? For the second time in many years, Kyrian apologized. Even more surprising than that was the way he seemed to be begging her. Kyrian never begged people for things. Ever. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. Please just stay with me, stay here. Please." 'Remember me, what you used to think of me.' If only they could travel back in time. Would anything change if they did though? Probably not...

He didn't love her? Was she being serious? Did she think he would lie about that? No. Never. There was no reason for him to lie. She was everything to him. The sadness in her voice was obvious to him and it pulled at his heartstrings. Did she think him to cruel to be capable of such an emotion? He kissed her gently and then whispered to her again. That was all he could manage, a barely audible voice. "I do love you, more than anything. Give me a chance to prove it, just one chance."

He was gentle, more so than he had ever been, as he touched her. Each movement of his fingers, the soft kiss upon her neck...even when he bit her and then removed his fangs he was careful. The last thing Kyrian wanted to do was harm her. He would sooner die than see her injured at his hands again. The fear which she felt was almost a tangible thing yet, in his inebriated state, Kyrian seemed oblivious to it. In fact, he appeared to not notice anything except for the female herself.

Hours passed with the male laying there, sleeping. It was not peaceful though. His mind was plagued with a recurring set of images; Amaranda falling from the cliff, her hand slipping through his fingers and her plummeting to her death. Kyrian tossed and turned but remained silent, always silent. He couldn't speak, couldn't utter a sound. The male was far too distraught. The next thing which happened only made things worse. Everything went dark within his mind but he heard a voice, her voice. .She was accusing him, lashing out at him. Condemning him for what he had done to her and what he had caused her to do. She would hear none of his apologies, allow him no remorse. He was guilty and deserving of punishment. It was a never ending cycle of pain.

During the final one, she said he should burn. She dragged him out into the light of day and forced him to stay there. They were in an open field and he had nowhere to hide. The look in her eyes made it obvious that she felt nothing but happiness watching him suffer. And then...his eyes snapped open. A moment later, his screams rang out through the room, carrying out into the corridor. Pain was something he had learned to deal with, but not to this extent. His flesh was burning, literally. Slowly, the sun had risen into the sky and now it filled the whole room. He had been safe in the beginning. He had been far enough from the window's reach, but now the sun was high in the sky and the drapes on the windows were thrown wide open.

If he had woken up sooner, perhaps he could have saved himself but Kyrian had been burning for at least a few minutes now. That sensation was probably what caused the change in his nightmare. His eyes were squeezed shut and the man laid there curled up on the ground, hoping that by some miracle that infernal light would disappear. He had tried to make his way over to the largest window but his body was already too damaged for him to get there. Even if he could have, the man would not have been able to see very well due to the high amount of light. Is this how he was to die? Cowering from something so weak? How pitiful.

((Hey Faye! Would you be interested in possibly trying to continue or even restart this RP?))

((It was sad that it died lol...))