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This was written for the Oh My Gawth!-challenge at afislash.com

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(Jade)

Let go of me now.

Bloody letters on the wall. Words he had not managed to say. Not then, not now.

His eyes were glancing upwards, towards the sky. Did he believe after all? Was that what it meant? It was not probable. There was no salvation for ones like them.

He could not look. He walked away with sinking heart.

“I wanted to get rid of you, but not like this.”

What he had wanted, and what Adam had needed, was to part ways entirely and not look back ever again. Still, they kept on doing that and could not stop.

They had been spinning in circles for the past four centuries. The time they spent apart only led them back to each other, making everything more serious and crucial every time. Every time they thought they were free, something always drove them back to each other.

They also kept telling themselves that it was just the way of fate. That there was nothing they could do. Still, they kept trying, but for naught.

No matter how much of a relief this was to him, he still felt a sting in his heart, as if a part of him had withered and stopped to function.

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(Adam)

A step back in time, a rather long time. When you are immortal, as the years, centuries pass, you lose track of time. When something happened, whether it was a good or bad thing, it did not matter when it had happened, because it had, and it made no difference.

How they had craved for this to begin with. Immortality, the pride of vendetta and each other. They had seen it as an honor and as a blessing. How foolish they had been.

He kept thinking back at happier days, when all that surrounded them, no matter how sinister, seemed so trivial. What he would give to have all that now. What he would give to be human again, and live for the small pleasures of life.

It had taken him this long to figure out, but he was certain now. He did not want this life any longer. He had seen enough death to know this was not the way. And no matter what he did, it all came back to the same. There was no use.

When he was younger, he had been relishing in every battle won. He had feasted on the blood of their enemies, and given in to sins of the flesh unknown. And he had never regret any of them.

What made him want to abandon this life now, was the fact that no matter what he and his kind did, no matter how many battles they fought, there would always come new ones. There was an ongoing war with no winners.

But he could not leave this state he was in, he could not desert the coven now. It had been too long. And it was not even a possibility. Once you had been turned, there naturally was no turning back. He had known this that day, and he knew it now. He just wished he had thought it more thoroughly through when he still could.

No, there was indeed nothing he could do about it. Or was there?

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(Jade)

He knew he had to go out into the war ever again. He knew it was how he had to live his life, until the very end. One never knew.

They told him he would become a better warrior now. His heart had grown cold, and he would be more focused. He could not believe they dared to tell him. It was not what he wanted to hear. Unquestionably it would help him survive further attacks, but after all, he had survived so far, and did not really see the major difference.

He understood now what Adam had been speaking of, when he became all obscure and spoke in riddles. He felt what he had felt. And it hit him with such force that he felt tears well up in his eyes. He had not felt like this for such a long time. And the time that had passed since he felt anything at all was a blur to him.

He thought back, yet again, and seeing as how things had turned out, he wished none of this had happened in the first place. He even wished the two of them had never met. Not because he did not love Adam. He did. But everything they had done, every drop of blood spilled on the behalf of others, innocent people, and the mere fear in their eyes as they drew their final breaths, all of this, it would forever haunt them. That was one thing they had forgotten to count in all those years ago. And he would rather have it that he had not been brought into this at all.

A deep sting of guilt soared through him. Adam had killed himself over him. It was his fault, because he had done this to him.

He regret he could not just have left Adam then, to let him remain human. Let him live, and die, like he was supposed to. The passion that had burned in them then, would not simply go out. But he had not even tried, even though he knew what he would make Adam go though.

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“They will return.”

Adams voice sounded very matter-of-factly, and there was no trace of hope that crossed over his fine features.

Our clan, lead by the two of us, had defeated another opposing group of vampires. In this new age we apparently had entered into, there were no allies to rely on. These were once ours, but nature had by time made matters all too different. To be ruled by one leader was no longer an option, it seemed. And, to make the double-standard even worse, we had to get rid of the traitors once and for all, to prevent further bloodshed.

“We slayed their leader.” Jade says, sounding just as convinced.

“No.” Adam looked up at his fellow warrior and lover. “No, we did not.”

“And how is that?”

“Because their leader is someone else entirely. Someone you wouldn’t expect.”

“Do you mean that he could be anyone?”

“No.” Adam said again. “He is one of ours.”

He had never entirely understood Adam, yet he loved him and was the one who actually knew him. To all others he was a mystery.

“Have you been listening to what the Seer says again?”

He did not believe in the Seer. He was aware that he was part of something as supernatural as one gets it, but the Seer and his visions were just beyond Jades belief.

“Jade…” Adam lowered his voice as he came in closer. “This was something that I Saw myself. I have to believe in it.”

Jade did not know how to react. His Adam was not one for believing in visionaries either, and yet, here he was telling him he had Seen.

“You Saw this? You actually had a vision?”

“It was too realistic not to be one.”

His voice was calm, but the depth in his eyes told Jade that he was desperate for him to believe that what he said was true.

Jade nodded, and went to gather the remaining warriors out in the field.

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(Jade)

Back where it started, he stared at the grim scene. The truth laid bare there right in front of him.

Gashed open wrists, deep wounds made with no other intention but to kill. Angelic blue eyes staring upwards. Raven hair sticking to his forehead and the floor with his own blood.

Then he realized. It was all wrong.

Adam did not inflict this upon himself.

Thoughts raged through his mind. Within mere seconds he was out of the building.

The one with the Venom in his veins.

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He entered the coven’s headquarters, once his home and sanctuary. Now it felt unfamiliar and cold, like every inch of the manor tried to cast him out mentally. There was nothing left for him here now, either way.

As he entered the large, dimly lit library, his glance immediately landed on the figure by the window. David. The one so completely different. The opposing one, the one that would have been too obvious. His maker.

His long raven hair cascaded down his back down to his slender waist. His black velvet suit clung to his body in all the right places, accentuating his fine curves. He was so flamboyant, so excessive. So beautiful. He felt a pang of guilt coursed through his heart again, this time because of what he was about to do. But he could not let himself be lead to believe that he was not about to do the right thing.

“David.”

He was surprised the other had not sensed his presence in the room already. Now he turned to him, and then smiled gracefully.

“Ah. Jade.”

David came towards him, if not reluctantly, then at least somewhat cautiously. He could feel something was not the way it used to.

“Why are you here…now?”

“You know why.” He snapped, knowing he might have very little time to get this over with.

“In that case…” He stopped, and angled his head slightly to one side. “How on earth did you know?”

“Your methods, how did you think I of all people could overlook those signs?”

“Hm. I taught you well.”

“Yes, that you did.” He took a step forward. “You taught me many things.”

He refused to think of his next move. He knew it by heart now. And David could not know. Not entirely.

“And an example, my friend, would be?” David moved in closer, inquiring look on his face.

“When you make an actual kill, you cut open your victims wrists, not the throat. You need break your habits…friend.”

Then there were no words exchanged. The two were now enemies. The hatred was obvious in Jades eyes.

“You thought you could break me by taking him away from me, did you not?”

“I still do.”

“Then you are mistaken.” Jade takes a final step toward the other. “You clearly have forgotten who I am.”

“Jade Puget, once human, once fairly noble and with respect for himself. Now simply another soldier for the system to throw to the lions.”

“That may be, but seeing as my sin toward mankind is so undeniably great, I find it better and more respectable to serve the society that has kept me alive for this long, rather than betraying my allies and my kinfolk, trying to satisfy my own ego.”

“So… You are going to kill…me?” David’s voice was purely taunting now.

“Well, I would have to see about that, now, would I not?”

“No… You just could not. I know, and you know that you are not able to kill me.”

“I have killed before. That is no secret.”

“You’re a vampire, of course it is not. We live off of death. My point is that you do not have the heart to kill one of your own.”

This was where Jade could smile, and he felt like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“That is where you are wrong.” He paused, as to make his next point even clearer. “You created me in your image, and I am more or less a blueprint version of you. Still, you crossed a line last night by killing one of your own, my own, and therefore I am no better than doing the same.”

There was one thing that David had not been able to teach him, one ability that he himself had possessed from the beginning. His swift movement, it could not be matched. Not even by his own creator.

The two were almost too close for one to disguise any next move to the other. Jade simply tilted his head in the same manner that David had earlier.

“The difference, dear friend,” Jade slipped a finger along David’s jaw line “is that I do things my way.”

The twin blades soared through the little space left between them, carving through pale skin, breaking bones. There was not a sound, and David did not even have time to blink. Neither did Jade. His facial expression was like frozen, and his eyes stared blankly down at the beheaded body of his former tutor.

The time that passed while he stood like that was just as indefinite as all other periods of time that he had experienced as a darkling.

David’s blood floated out over the floor. It’s dark crimson tone glistening in the light of the torches in the library.

Jade stared at it with disgust. This was not the essence of life, but liquid death.

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After the confrontation in the headquarter-library, hell broke loose within the inner circles, and between them. There were no regulations, no leadership, and no alliances. The vampire community had exploded into pure anarchy over the span of three days.

He could not say that he had expected this, because that would be a lie. He had no concept of what impact his decision would have. He could not even tell if he had intended for anything else to happen than for himself to get his vengeance, because he was that self-absorbed.

Maybe this was all for the better. No more blood spilled because of his kind. Maybe their world needed this final collision.

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Epilogue

From where he was watching, he could see out over the field - once of innocence - below, now tainted so horridly by the blood of his own, his enemies, even neutrals. He intended to stay there for a little while longer. He needed to think, to contemplate what was happening.

He knew he could never get back to the way he was before, so he decided he was going to change what came after.

Even now, as thunder rolled over the sky above, and the screams of a thousand dying all around him increased in volume, he could still hear the whispers from centuries before.

“One day, in your and the covens future, the Dark one will arise. The wars will end, and all will change. But not for the better. This time all will end, and there shall be no more. Only you can prevent this. You are indeed the chosen one. And once you have found the source of the pain that is yet to come, then we will have a new era…”

He had not believed it then, he had not understood. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to. He did not know. There were so many things he did not know, but now he was certain about this at least. Adam had been right, and he himself had been wrong to doubt him. What had seemed so diffuse and surreal back then had now become his reality.

And as he stood at the end of his world, he comprehended how it really was, that an eternity was such an indefinable number of days that it might as well end tomorrow.

~fin
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