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 Angorez continued reading his book not sparing Israel the slightest glance as he answered him.
“I hate vampires.” He said indifferently. Israel blinked and gave him a funny look.
“Why?” he asked as if Angorez had lost his mind. Angorez raised a delicate eyebrow above the rim of his book.
“Are you a lover of vampires?” he drawled teasingly. Israel shook his head.
“I mean, you’re a demon, right? Aren’t vampires similar to demons anyhow?” he asked. Angorez did look up this time, he placed the little red ribbon in the musty yellowed volume, that he had used for a hair tie in the past, and placed the book neatly on the table beside him, leaned back in his plush red chair and cocked his head to one side.
“Isriel, Isriel, Isriel... Vampires are not in the least bit similar to demons. Simple reason, now, listen closely; They are dead and we are living... Touch my hand, Isriel.” Angorez prompted, holding out a long slender hand, with neatly manicured black talons.
Israel leaned away suspiciously.
“Just do it.” Angorez sighed. Israel stared for a moment and did as he was told, feeling the smooth warm texture briefly, and marveling how soft it was. Like an infant’s.
“What did you feel?” He asked softly with a smile. Israel stared at him, confused.
“I felt... it was warm and soft. Like any hand... except...” Israel said hesitantly. Angorez raised his eyebrows encouragingly and slowly nodded.
“Except...?”
“... Except vampires are cold and hard... not warm.” he finished. Angorez clapped his hands, smiling. Israel nibbled his lip for a moment, “Well that explains how you’re different, but why do you hate them?”
Angorez looked quizzically at this strange human youth. “Does it truly matter why? I hate them for my own reasons. But if you must know, it is because they mimic immortality, yet they can still be saved... they can still... have peace. Death, that is to say. But I cannot have either.” He spoke in a contemplating tone. Israel frowned then.
“But Goree, it doesn’t seem like someone like you would hate someone for something so... petty. There has to be another reason besides that!” he demanded, sitting on the arm of the chair next to him.
“I suppose you’re right...”
Angorez’s face went blank with thought, and Israel noticed some similar qualities of a vampiric appearance and a demonic one.
That same statue look an old vampire Israel once knew had come onto Angorez’s face. The same lineless, listless expression of classical times, the art exhibits glared back at him as he watched his friend think.
The Ideal, calm and emotionless statues sitting in courtyard moved their eyes to stare at him.... and they were red. He had the strangest urge to reach out and feel his skin... to see if it was a statue. But he shook his head abruptly as Angorez came out of his trance.
“Maybe... maybe it’s because how cruel they can be... to humans, demons and even their own... perhaps it is how greedy they are... But mostly I think of his face when I hear the word vampire... the first vampire I had ever met. Shiawase Taro. An oriental vampire of the worst sort.” he said slowly, a haunted look coming to those vibrant eyes.
TBC...
 Angorez Daemora · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 08:55pm · 0 Comments |
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