Despite that, there was no doubt in his mind that that’s what he felt.

All of these years, with all of the beautiful women who had belonged to him in them, he had never before felt this way. He knew, in this moment, from the way those words warmed him, at the same time that they broke his heart, that he loved her too. Blood that was falling into her beautiful hair of silvers mixed with golds, vivid against the paleness of it.Ĭain’s world crashed, as though the very Earth he’d walked upon for millennia had shattered into trillions of pieces, falling out from under him until he found himself floating in a dark place full of only heartbreak and agony. Blood that was spreading across the asphalt like glorious, gory wings. “I love you…” the dying angel managed to whisper despite the divine blood that was pumping out of her. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he lied. “I forgive you,” she whispered with some difficulty, the dim light from a streetlamp above making a slight tremor in her muscles visible that would otherwise be lost in all the gloom that surrounded them. I’m sorry…” he said as he cradled her slender form close into his body.Įven though her creamy face was losing its natural blush at an alarming rate, she gave him a small smile. Pink froth bubbled from her mouth, telling him that at least one of the bullets had penetrated a lung. He had enjoyed the smell before-it had thrilled him even to the point where, though vampirism was a stretch, his ruthless actions had spawned the far-fetched legend of Dracula-but that had been many years ago…. And right now, the stinging copper smell was permeating everything, so thick that he almost couldn’t breathe. When a person has seen as much death as he had, especially from violent means, they can smell it in the air. Cain knew this as surely as he knew anything. Soon the glimmer of her essence would be gone. And it was all his fault….Ĭain looked into the beautiful dying woman’s lavender eyes, usually so bright and childlike, which were now becoming dimmer with every moment. He should be used to it after all these years, thousands of years worth equaling oceans of the sticky fluid from all of the battles he’d fought in all that time. They looked so much like they had the first time he’d taken a life that, for a moment, it took his breath away. You are sorely missed by all who knew you.Ĭain looked down at his crimson saturated hands.

The Mark of Cain by A.D. Seeley