The ringing of the alarm was silenced by Daniel’s hand slamming none too gently down on the snooze button. An almost human sounding moan escaped his lips as he lifted his head from the pillow. Behind him, the sun had just dipped below the horizon, it’s red starburst lingering on the clouds like a bloodstain.
“They told me immortality, they did not tell me that I’d wake up with a hangover every night.” He muttered.
“Shower.” Irene’s naked form literally fell out of bed, slamming onto the floor hard. Harder than a normal body would fall. All that extra muscle. “If anyone ever ambushed us in the evenings, we’d be deader than we already are.”
Daniel grunted, stumbling, then walking, then gliding silently to the industrial sized refrigerator, almost yanking the door off its hinges. A wide variety of choices greeted him.
“O neg, I think.” He muttered to himself.
“For breakfast?” Irene whispered from the shower.
“It’s blood, it’s not like there’s a fucking food pyramid for blood.”
“Shhh, I’m trying to pretend we’re normal.”
“It’s normal to communicate in whispers from thirty feet away from each other?”
“Daniel, I love you, but if you don’t play this game with me, I’m going to tear your arms off. I don’t care if they grow back.”
“…Okay.” He quickly drained the bag of blood and joined her in the shower. She rested her head on his smooth back as the water cascaded down around them. A memory fluttered past her, of when she could put her head on his chest and hear his heartbeat. A thousand years ago. She missed that, like she missed breathing. Like she missed being able to eat ice cream.
Like she missed feeling pain.
“Daniel?”
“Yes, my love?” He always said it with such sincerity. He must mean it; no one dies, rebirths, and stays with their love for hundreds and hundreds of years unless it’s for real.
“I want to be mortal again.”
“So you can die?” Sounding as though he’d been giving it some thought recently. Probably last decade, that had been a bad fight.
“So I can live.”
-Doug
"Death can not stop true love."
-Wesley, "The Princess Bride."
5 comments:
What there's no pain when you're dead? That's not true...there is feeling...and...it would work.
-M
excellent story by the way, I like a lot
-M
so the point is dont turn doug immortal. in a thousand years he wont apreciate it. damn it i want those thousand years though
jasmine
no the moral of the story is not to turn Irene immortal. We'll just avoid that and everything will be fine.
-M
creepers
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