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"Then it's a good thing I don't plan on taking your blood." Darcy whispered. Then moving her face so her nose was pressed to his. "I plan on taking your heart, my Dark Angel."
For a moment, he almost hoped she would. He hoped she would be able to fix that part of his heart. He was able to love once... He held his breath and hesitated for a moment. Then he shifted and pressed his lips against hers... Nothing. He should've known it was too good to be true... He shouldn't have Horton his hopes up.
Darcy felt his lips on hers. He didn't really move. Didn't really kiss her. She could tell he felt nothing. Why would he? She was nothing. A vampire. Nothing more.
"I'm sorry..." He mumbled, suddenly painfully aware of his shortcomings. "I told you...I'm worse than a vampire... In every aspect."
"No... I'm just not good enough." Then there was a knock on the door. It was a man... Maybe the other wasn't the owner of the cabin? Maybe this was a friend? Darcy walked over to the door and grabbed the man pressing her phangs into his neck. Once he was drained she slammed the door and tossed the body onto the ground infront of the bed. "I don't blame you. Who could want to kiss this?" She asked blood dripping down her face out of her mouth. Then she walked into the kitchen wordlessly to wash the blood off of her face.
Nathaniel looked at her as she stormed off to th kitchen. For some reason, he wanted to explain to her... He didn't like that she thought it was her. He didn't know why...
He did a little sprint thing and grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. "I killed a pure angel when I was a child. Heaven cursed me, and I...I can't love. They took it from me... The ability to love. They said it was only fitting that I be this way...As the angel from h.ell," he explained, obvious physical and emotional pain in his voice.
"They can't take that from you. It's in your mind." Darcy whispered "you can love. That's more than a emotion. It's much more. Clearly you can care. You came after me..." She pressed her face into his chest. "I can't cry" she whispered. "I never have... I don't think I can... That can be taken. But the sadness stays. That can't be taken"
Nathaniel wrapped his arms around her—because, well…she was right there and it kinda seemed like the right thing to do at that point. “I…I hope your right, Darcy…” he did in a half murmur half whisper. “I hope…you can gain my love.”
"I like kissing you. Even if you don't." Darcy whispered. "A lot" she all but melted when his arms wrapped around her. Touch was all so new. No one touched a vampire.
“It isn’t that I don’t want to like it…I just…it won’t let me feel anything…” he said, his voice low and…is that a bit of longing?
"Have you ever tried?" Liz asked. "How do you know you won't like it?" She whispered unable to read her own emotions at the moment.
“I kissed you like…ten minutes ago. So yeah, I’ve tried,” he pointed out. “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just I can’t like it, because of the curse...I can’t feel anything…. In my head, I like it…or at least I want to… Jeez, it’s a complicated stalemate.”
***how do you know that you won't feel anything with someone you truly like? Not like it. Lol wrong story.
(( Totally confused now. Yes, confused. Oh wait—hahahaha. We’re getting our threads mixed up. Okay, you want to have Darcy reply to “It isn’t that I don’t want to….” And we can continue on? ))
((Repost starting at where im not confused))
Xenolith replied... today at 8:51 pm “It isn’t that I don’t want to like it…I just…it won’t lett me feel anything…” he said, his voice low and…is that a bit of longing in his voice?
"You might feel something. You might like it if you were kissing someone you cared about. Not a monster." She tried to pull away from his grip. "you will find that person. Someday. It's ok that it isn't me. I understand." Darcy whispered. It didn't work.
“You don’t seem to understand what I keep telling you…” Nathaniel mumbled. “You say you’re a monster because you’re a vampire… I’m worse than a vampire, so what does that make me? A pretty horrific monster, I guess. There are no other people that would bother with me. The second they see my mark, they’d be gone. Even if I did, somehow, get to that point.”
I'm here. I'm not leaving. Why am I not enough?" Darcy began. "What mark?" She asked.
"Right now my entire brain is screaming to bite you beacuse you will never love me and I need to be normal again. Why can't i make myself do it?" Darcy murmured.
Nathaniel ran a hand through his hair in frustration. This was so complicated. He sighed and backed away from her, starting to pull his shirt over his wings and his head. “My clan mark… This mark,” he said, pointing to the large tattoo on his chest. The one of a bloodied dove with a black dagger in its beak. “This mark would tell them that I was the angel from h.ell. The angel born of a pure and a fallen, the angel that was exiled from h.ell, because he was too vicious for the demons to stand.”
He looked at her eyes intensely. “I don’t know why you don’t just bite me… I don’t know why you don’t do it. I deserve it—you have no idea how much I would deserve it…” He looked as though he was on the verge of tears, everything he’s done falling on him and crushing him. “I don’t deserve the chance to try and love you… Just…Just bite me and get it over with. Break your curse.”
Darcy traced her fingers over the dove, then he told her to just bite him?! She leaned in and pressed her lips to himself neck. "I can't" she whispered. "I like you too much, your... My dark angel." Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed his neck lightly. "I like kissing you"
Nathaniel had been fully prepared to die. To at least have his death hold some meaning by breaking Darcy’s curse. So, this surprised him. As she kissed him, he instinctively moved his arms and wrapped them around her, resting his hands on the small of her back. He…smiled a bit. “Darcy…I’ll try to love…If you’re right…even if I can’t feel it…maybe…maybe I can show it.” He murmured.