Friday, April 13, 2007

"You thought you'd just swan back in and everything would be rosy in the garden and we'd go on our merry way and fuck and suck our way through eternity, right? Wrong. You've got some fucking explaining to do. And if I'm not satisfied with your answers, then...well, let's just say your answers had better be satisfactory, you understand me?"

Valentine knew that he was serious.

"I asked you a question - do you understand me?" He asked again.

"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry, Vivant."

"Sorry? What for? Trying to kill me?"

"Yes, I'm sorry for that. I had no right to do it. I just
wanted to get away from you," Valentine said.

"You could have just left me a fucking note! But no, you had to try and kill me. Why did you do that? Were you that afraid of me? What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?"

Valentine was ashamed of himself and looked down, toed the pool of his own congealing blood that lay on the floor at his feet.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. But you do know what you did, Vivant. But, I know I don't deserve your mercy, so if you're gonna kill me for what I did, so be it. I won't struggle. I accept my fate."

Vivant looked at him with a horrified look.

"What? Jesus. You've been amongst mortals way too long. Once upon a time, I'd be watching your eyes change right now."

"I'm glad it's finally over. I've lived with the fear of you coming back for so fucking long that I nearly forgot what I was afraid of," said Valentine, and laughed bitterly. "I just want it finished. So finish it now, Vivant. Kill me."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Ever the fucking martyr. Well, fuck you; if that's what you want, I'm not going to give it to you."

They stood glaring at each other. Valentine was determined not to give Vivant the fight he wanted and Vivant was desperate for each of them to draw blood and tear strips of each other in a passionate, obsessive battle of wits and fists.

But as they stood there, eyes locked together, minds reading each other, they both knew that it was futile to resist. A bond that can never be broken was between them - the bond of father and son, the bond of brotherhood, of lovers, of family - the bond of the maker and the child. These were bonds that had withstood ultimate betrayal, loss, loneliness and the expanse of decades. But in the moments as they looked at each other, the years disappeared into history and this night - the night they were brought together again - was just the beginning.
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