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This is a repost. Apparently, grins I was far too subtle when writing this, and unless one already knew the subject, it made no sense. So I've rewritten parts - it's now easier to catch on as to what's going on. I think. sunny smile Enjoy!
Darkness. No moon tonight. Only stars, watching, waiting.
Voice. At last…
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t ever be able to change the decision.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Questioning silence.
“It’ll get rid of… of the… the change. How could I not want it?”
“Remember, you’re only trading one change for another…”
“Only if I’m not careful.” Ghost of a smile. “Could you really call me anything but?”
“No.” Agreement. “But there are times, despite caution -“
“Then I’ll deal with those when they happen.”
“You will not remember yourself when they do.”
“Well, that’s hardly worse than this, then, is it?”
“True.” Slightly reluctant admission.
“I don’t mind having to hunt, and I don’t like garlic - or silver - anyways.”
Faint laugh. “No, you don’t like silver much, do you?”
Wry. “Not much, no. It burns too badly.” Pause. Quieter tones. “Besides, I’ll be able to stay around you.”
“Becoming sentimental, are we?”
“You know very well what I mean. I already lost her… and all my other friends. I’m not losing my last.”
Sigh. “I thought you might say as much.” Pause. “One last time - are you absolutely certain that you want this?”
“Yes. There is nothing I want more.” Unwavering, decided tones.
“Very well.” Few seconds silence. “Come here.”
Slight rustle of fabric.
“It will not hurt, not for more than a second.”
“I remember. You told me before.”
“Good.” Slight sound of shifting. Vaguely annoyed tones. “I thought you said you remembered? Relax, please. It’s easier then.”
“Sorry. It’s hard to sit still, when -”
Oddly hypnotic voice. Soothing. “It’s fine. Just relax… Better.”
“Mm…”
Brief flash of white. Quick gasp. Sounds of shifting weight. Slightly quickened breathing.
“Shhh…” More soothing. Movement subsides. “You’re fine…”
Silence. Breathing slows, slows.
Vague noise of rustling cloth.
Brief flash of white. Gasp. Barely audible suckling. Contented sound.
Crooning. “Yes, that’s it, that’s right… Good, good…”
Slower. Slower. Suckling stops. Breathing very slow, very faint.
Softly. “Tired?”
Very quiet. “Yes.”
Audible smile. “Sleep, then, my friend.”
“Will you wake me in the morning?”
“Of course.”
“Okay. G’night…”
Gently. “Good night.”
Silence.
Watching stars gleam.
