Vampire Yaoi Part 8

“Tyler, you have been in the bed for a week now, and school has already started back again, are you ever going to get out of there?” I loved her to death and yet I truly wished she was millions of miles away. My head was spinning and my heart was all jumps and swoops.
I feel like death; Azazel would probably laughed at me if I had told him that. I thought. I need to go to school, and Aunt Ev. Needs to hush. She needed to stop babbling on about grades, my head hurt enough without math and science. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head.
BING! BONG!</u>
Knock, Knock Tyler. Just came to see if you still wanted me, open the door. It was Azazel’s voice intruding my mind. I groaned again, yet somewhat already I was feeling happy. Aunt Ev. had gone to the door while I waited aimlessly for him to come barging in the door looking handsome and ready to take care of me. Yet I had told him to leave and was pretty sure that he was mad…maybe…who knows what goes on inside a vampires mind?
“Tyler?” There was the voice I was waiting to hear aloud, the voice that could make a devil cry and an angel jealous and it was all mine. I smiled without acknowledging it.
“Hello.” I whispered. I was afraid he was just one of the crazy dreams I’d been having. He smiled at my thoughts, making me blush slightly, and crawled in next to me. “Of course I still want you.” He smiled again only this time afterwards he kissed my lips and then my head. Almost immediately I felt like I was better, even though I knew that I wasn’t, yet still he did make me feel good.
“Just what is the case here? Do you have a cold?” I smiled.
“No just a case of the turkey pox.” He laughed and kissed me again. It was fantastic, I felt like every time he kissed me I was winning an award. I wrapped my arms around him and let his cold, pale skin cool my fever. The only thing that kind of disturbed me was that he smelled like dirt. Damp. He must have spent his time in the tomb. I thought. Then I remembered that he could hear me. Azazel just smiled and looked at me a little pathetically. It was true. “Why did you stay in the mausoleum?” He smiled.
“Well to tell you the truth Tyler, Adalia isn’t well. She needs someone to take care of her sometimes. I am her brother so naturally I am the one to take care of her. I love her.” I was surprised to hear that that was the reason that he had been down in the tomb all the time that I had been sick.
“How is she-sick?” He looked at me.
“I can’t say. In fact….” I smiled. “I will not say and I will not ever say.” I frowned. For a moment I thought that he was going to tell me; yet still all was well so I just curled up to him again and laid my head against his chest. I noticed that I couldn’t hear anything and was almost surprised again. “Close your eyes. Okay? I want to sing you something familiar…okay?” I just obeyed and closed my eyes.
First he just started humming and by just that I was amazed. I waited for the words wondering what kind of image he was going to paint with his amazing voice.
And with closed eyes,
She sits in the dark and she cries,
And she will never go back to that place,
Yet she will never forgot that face,
It’s all too dark to see anymore,
Greatly when your heart tore,
The pain so cruel……..
As his voice floated over the notes and words I imagined her. Sitting there wishing that her love was once again hers. I could see her. Her tears that came not from her eyes, but from her heart. The pain tearing through her like a knife. I felt it.
“Familiar?” Azazel smiled when I looked at him, yet I knew that it was a test.
“Yes.” With the correct answer I would get the information I wanted. He smiled at me even larger; I was just in awe.
“Who is she? Or is the person even a woman? Who is this person I sing of? Tell me love, tell me.” I was puzzled. I thought he would tell me. I had no clue.
“Adali-” I stopped. I knew it was wrong. Something just told me. I was wrong. “No, no. That’s not her. Adalia never loved. It wasn’t a woman.” I stopped myself. Adalia never loved? I thought to myself. Now how would I know that? My head hurt. “It was…Cort, wasn’t it? He had fallen for her, for the pale girl.” I started sweating, my throat closed up, and my head was spinning. “No. Not Cort…It was…you, and those words…They were Cort’s. He came to comfort you. He sang to you, Azazel!! How do I even know that?” I looked up at his face. He was looking off into space, obviously remembering.
“Come on. Don’t tell me you don’t know. You can’t tell me that you stumbled onto that mausoleum by mistake. It was fate, it was fate we met again. I mean, of course we did. Our love was so strong that even after you died it pulled us back together. I wouldn’t just look at someone and suddenly have feelings for them that are completely unexplainable. I’m not that kind of person. I couldn’t see in that dark. I was lost, I don’t belong here; in the sun. I try to stay clear of it and I try my hardest to stay close to Adalia and then…My heart lead me to that door to gaze upon you. I could hear your heart beating, pounding against the walls of your chest. Then you came to me. That sweet symphony of your heart just buzzing in my ears the closer you got. It gave you away.” I held my face as he told me. I didn’t understand most of it, but I was getting a hint. “Then out in the light. Those eyes. Those beautiful, deep chestnut eyes……….I was afraid I had lost you forever, my dear, dear Cort.” I stopped thinking. I was completely lost now.
“What? Me, Cort. I don’t think so.” I remembered the story Aunt Ev. told me. My head hurt when I tried to imagine the girl in the diary, but something was wrong, something just didn’t fit to the story of Prince Cort. It wasn’t a girl Cort had taken to the tomb, it was Azazel. It was wrong. It took many days for Azazel to wake. It took many days for him to recover. I remembered my dream about Azazel turning me into a meer shadow of myself was backwards. I was the one that comforted him and told him that I was sorry. The story got the next part right though. He did leave, and Cort did tell him that he loved him and wanted nothing more than an eternity by his side; yet Azazel still left. Though that never stopped Cort from chasing him, never stopped him from singing to him, and it never stopped him from reading his thoughts. “Azazel, I remember. Your pale face, those blue lips, but that-that sound. The one you made when you shivered. It was all too much. I needed you, your air, your hands, your everything.” Tyler, Cort. One in the same. I thought to myself. I could remember the disapproval I got when I came back to my companions, how they wanted nothing more than for me to leave. Yet the thing I remembered most was the love, the love we shared. I looked at him and smiled. I sat up and looked at him from my angle. I knew why he pushed me down weeks before. To make me remember, to make me remember all the times that I had done that to him and just told him to stay down just so I could look at him. I always made him smile when I did that to him, he always told me that it made him feel like .
“I can’t do it anymore. I lost it.” He kind of frowned. I looked a bit confused, I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant. “I can’t see what you’re thinking.”
“Finally, some privacy.” He smiled and I just leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Some things are going to be different from the Cort I knew, though Tyler is just as good.” He rolled over top of me and kissed me. I couldn’t resist so I ate the smile off of his face and let him overcome me. His hands went up my shirt and mine went down his pants. I felt him up and down remembering all the good times. Suddenly on impulse I leaned up and bit him on the neck. I wanted to draw blood and feel it running smoothly down my throat. That must have been the reason why I got so sick.I thought.I had mixed feelings about feeding. I just pulled back and let his tongue slide into my mouth. I was starting to remember who the dominant one was, but I liked being dominated. “Can I call you mine?” Azazel burst out. I gave him a confused look and cocked my head to the side.
“Of Course.” He just smiled and wrapped his arms around my neck. I felt him before I thought of what I had just said. “NO!” He pulled back and looked at me a little disappointed. “Don’t. I don’t want you to do that.” He looked at me in the same way. “Or at least not right now. If I was just Cort I wouldn’t mind; but Azazel, I’m also Tyler. My aunt needs me. If I can’t go into the light anymore then she won’t have anyone else. She’ll be alone. I can’t do that to her. I don’t think that I could ever do that to anyone.”
“I’m always too late. You’re always taken by the time I get to you.” He whispered the last part under his breath. I tried to remember anything about this but nothing came to mind. I was always his. Never had anyone taken me away, and they never tried to. I looked at him for an answer; and as always I found none.
“Taken? Explain. I’m not sure what you mean, Azazel.” He sat up and looked out of the window.
“It’s nothing.” I wish I could see what you are thinking. I thought. I just pulled him back down to me and looked into those beautiful green eyes. They were so familiar, and so welcome to me. I smiled at him trying to get it to rub off but he just looked away again; so I just sat up and wrapped my arms around his back. He was so cold, I wanted to make him feel the warmth.
“Okay then, if it’s nothing then tell me something beautiful. From my memories I remember you telling me beautiful stories, poems…” I closed my eyes and memories of he and I came back. I remembered sitting under an old oak tree with him in my arms telling about the ocean. I had never been, so he told me about how the waves danced on the shore and kissed your feet as you walked along in the sand; and of how the sun just seemed to burn out at the horizon. I remembered him telling me that he thought that it was alive, a thriving beast. “You know…even after all of this time. I have still never been to the sea, never. It’s kind of awkward when you think about it, almost every kid has seen the ocean, and yet I have not.” I kissed the nape of his neck. “You shall take me there sometime.” He turned around and looked at me with a wide smile. It was obvious that that certain memory was one of his favorites.
“How about Essence?” He smiled at me. Essence? I remembered the girl from one of my dreams but nothing else, not even in Cort’s memories.
“Okay, tell me who she is. I dreamt about her but I don’t know anything more than that.” I laid my head on his back and waited for his sweet voice to come out of his perfect lips.