Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 20:14:56 -0800 (PST) From: Brian's Worshipper Subject: One More Chance You all know the disclaimer. Characters: These beings are psychic vampires, made when each was around 15 to 16. Tyler - blond angelic-faced guy about 6 feet and piercing blue eyes Sean - asian kid with unusually light hazel eyes and luscious lips. I looked at him, across the room. He seemed so greatly changed; his eyes once so full of light and curiosity were dulled and dampened. His once radiant smile was gone, replaced by a sad look of loss. His very stature seemed completely pleading; my heart went out to him, but my words didn't. "Go to hell, bitch." I regretted the words the instant they left my mouth. He was visibly hurt by them, but he also felt and knew he deserved them. Unable to look on him anymore without crying, I turned away facing the door. Desperately keeping my voice steady, I slowly renounced any love that I had felt. I heart him start crying, sniffling like a poor lost dog in a downtown alley who's mother had just passed away without a word. "I'm SORRY, Sean. God, I'm sorry. I didn't think things could turn out this way! I don't deserve to be forgiven, bu--" "No, you sure as hell don't.", I said, "Do you KNOW what you've done to me?" Feeling my old rage rush up and break past my reluctance to hurt, I let loose a flurry of accusations, all true as I spun around and fixed him with my glowing eyes. "LOOK AT ME, Tyler! LOOK at the monster YOU created! You filled my naive head with bulls--- words of 'forever', and 'love', and 'eternal bonding'." You made me what you were, f---ed me, and left me. He slowly got up in protest. "No, that's not the way it is, yo-" "It IS the way it is. You come, unload, and leave. You're sort of like a delivery boy in that way. How many teenage boys have you desecrated and cursed with your blood? 30? 40? Why should I believe that I'm so special that you want to come back to me now? What, do you figure my ass has tightened up again?" I burst out, not realizing what I said until after I heard it. "It's not that way, It was never that way! You were the only one that mattered to me!" he pleaded pathetically, burying his face in his hands. "Oh was I? You never really seemed to show it. You'd be in the middle of telling me how special I was, then a better looking ass would swing its way by, and suddenly faithful Tyler's eyes and penis are fixated upon some other young beauty." My anger crumbled away, replaced by bitter sadness. "Do you know what it was like, all those years? I woke up one night to find you and everything you owned gone. I thought I was having a nightmare, that I'd wake up in your arms and everything would be ok again. But the nightmare never ended. It wasn't 2 days until your ex-lover's posse came after me and broke me in every imaginable way. Did you hear about it wherever you were? Did my suffering make you laugh?" "NO!!! Not until after. If I'd known, I'd have come running to you! Don't you get it? I LOVE YOU! Open yourself up to me! Don't shut me out, Sean. You-you're my world." "Open myself up to you? I already DID that. My body will never forget it. I don't believe you anymore. I--I don't love you. Just leave me alone. Go away." I stammered painfully as I sad down on the desk fingering a golden-framed picture of two happy young men with eyes full of hope and hearts full of 'love'. A teardrop fell on it as I put it back down. Tyler stood up and moved to me. He carefully placed his hand on my shoulder. God, I'd missed that. After all this, his touch still sent shivers through me. I almost turned around then, took down my wall and threw myself into his arms. But my logical mind was still working, still forbade me to do it. "I didn't think you could ever be this way. When I met you, I fell in love with you; your hope, your love of life, your curiosity. You were in pain, but you were able to block it out with all your moments of happiness; your flowers, your music, your words. I know I don't deserve a second chance, but please forgive me. I destroyed your defense against the world, but I can help you rebuild it." My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest and into my hands as I wiped the glistening teardrops from my eyes. His right hand grasped mine as his left arm draped itself around my shoulders. I didn't have the strength or resolve to fight him anymore. I whispered, perhaps to myself more than to him. "God, why do you always do this to me? You're screwing up my life! I hate you and love you at the same time!" I whispered, perhaps to myself more than to him. He turned my face to his, and looked into mine. I felt that old block of ice in my heart begin to thaw as he whispered back to me. "Tell me honestly. Do you miss me?" I nodded. He smiled subtly, relieved. "We can have what we had for one night, for the rest of our lives. I'm back, I'm not leaving. I promise." I was falling in love with him all over again. I cursed him and blessed him simultaneously. He had me. Then he kissed me. All present things were forgotten. The world had narrowed itself down to a single point of light surrounding me, and this being that held me who was both angel and devil at once. "One more chance?" I nodded and fell into his arms.