The Tears of a Prince
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Love had always been worshiped by art. Songs and poetry, books and paintings. Every form of expression seemed to want to tame and bring out the feelings of the heart. Beautiful words and soothing notes, vibrant colors and images of lovestruck eyes. Every single thing about love, every moment of its existence had been glorified, gently placed into a glass case for everyone to look at and envy.
But what about their love? The fateful meeting of two lovers and the moment both of them that this love everyone wished for was just another form of their doom. What songs would be written about them? What kind of painters would they paint? Where would be the red and the smiles and the beautiful words, lacing old yellowish paper in hardcover books? Their love was not one that benefited this kind of art, their love was not a soothing love song nor a beautiful romance book. Their love was an anguishing scream, bothering to the air as the pain reached the listener, disturbed their illusion of love. Their relationship was a black canvas with just a few sparks of gold, that in time would wear out, leaving only the bitter image of a shadow. What kind of art was this? Depressing and painful, awakening all these painful memories. No one liked to look at art like that, not even themselves.
So why did Kai cherish it so much? The black canvas, the scream filled with agony, the ripped pages of a tragedy. He kept them close to his heart, no matter how disturbing they were, no matter how hard they were criticized by the world. Why did Kai like to look at that black canvas? Why didn't he just throw it away? Rip it to shreds and close his ears so he wouldn't be able to hear the constant scream? Why did he flip through the pages of the past, rereading the painful memories?
Because they were proof. Evidence that this love had really existed. They were signs that he, Kai Avger had existed at the same time with him. Had heard his heartbeat, had felt the softness of his touch, the warmth of his fingertips as they traced shapes on his body. They were a sign that he had lived. He wouldn't have to scream if he hadn't loved, he wouldn't adore the black shadow of the canvas if his feelings hadn't once been the golden splashes in it, he wouldn't reread the same pages again and again if he didn't find tiny bits of happiness in them. All of that art, as deranged and depressing it was, contained something else. His feelings and his heart, the images of him at a time he could smile and even though his love for Philip might have been his doom somehow he wouldn't change a thing.
Yes, love was glorified. Not his kind of love though, the one filled with blood and tears. The kind of love that made your chest ache more than your lips to smile. His kind of love was a torture anyone would want to avoid. He was a fool, jumping in for the second time.
The prince looked at Philip. He wasn't dead, even though he had drunk so much of his blood that he fell unconscious. Kai could still taste the remains of his blood in his lips, a swift brush of the tongue and Philip's life was traveling inside of him. He touched his cheek, tears swelling in his eyes as he couldn't see himself for who he was anymore. He could only see the monster he was trying so hard to hide.
"I'm sorry." he whispered and a teardrop landed on Philip's face. A memory awakened in Kai's mind, cruel and gruesome it flashed before his eyes.
It was raining that day. His tears landed on his face together with the raindrops. They were cold, falling on his skin like ice. It was the first time he believed he could feel the cold, maybe he had imagined it. Vampires can't feel cold. Philip had been still back then too, but at that time he had been dead, killed by the same hands that used to play with his hair, the same hands that he entwined his fingers with. The same hands that wiped his tears away when he was sad. Those hands had turned into weapons, ripping out his heart. He was laid there, in the dirt while Kai was trying to stand on his feet.
He had grabbed his crown, his palm pressing the hard metal, painting it red and had thrown it to the ground. He could still remember the sound. It fell fast, the burden of a legacy as he screamed. A thunder was heard behind him, concealing the shouts of agony. He couldn't stand any longer so he fell. He fell right next to him, right next to his dead lover and felt his body turn cold as the rain showered him.
"You are not warm anymore" Kai had cried. He had said that again and again as he sat there, on his knees. "I am sorry, I am sorry, I am so sorry." he screamed and screamed, his back curled, the crown devilishly stuck by his side. Dirty and bloody. He couldn't escape it, it was too late.
He almost looked the same. Philip laid on that bed, not moving and Kai couldn't help but cry. Every time, everything he did led to this. He was miserable, the prince had always been miserable.
"That was…intense." He mumbled, his voice hoarse. "Wait, why are you crying?" He exclaimed, confused and he immediately sat up, cupping Kai's crying face. "I am fine, it's alright. Don't cry." he comforted him.
Philip hugged him, allowing him to cry for a bit longer, letting the worry disappear along with the tears. Kai felt like he could never stop crying. As the images of his dead lover flashed before his eyes. Suddenly, he pushed Philip back, placing his hands on his cheeks and making him look at him.
"Listen to me. No matter what happens. You are not allowed to die." Kai said and for a second Philip thought he was joking. The vampire though was completely serious. "You have to live, you have to survive. You hear me?" he asked him.
"I do but where does all this come from? You couldn't possibly believe that I would die just from this." he said.
"Promise me. Promise me that no matter what you will put yourself first. You will always try to survive no matter how angry or hurt you are. You will live. Promise me Philip that you will stay alive."
"Kai what…"
"Promise me!" The prince told him strictly.
"I promise." Philip said and placed his palms on top of his hands. Taking the delicate hands away from his face and bringing them to his lips. He kissed Kai's hands, his eyes locked with his as he spoke. "I will promise anything you want." he told him.
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Chapter 101: 100
Love had always been worshiped by art. Songs and poetry, books and paintings. Every form of expression seemed to want to tame and bring out the feelings of the heart. Beautiful words and soothing notes, vibrant colors and images of lovestruck eyes. Every single thing about love, every moment of its existence had been glorified, gently placed into a glass case for everyone to look at and envy.
But what about their love? The fateful meeting of two lovers and the moment both of them that this love everyone wished for was just another form of their doom. What songs would be written about them? What kind of painters would they paint? Where would be the red and the smiles and the beautiful words, lacing old yellowish paper in hardcover books? Their love was not one that benefited this kind of art, their love was not a soothing love song nor a beautiful romance book. Their love was an anguishing scream, bothering to the air as the pain reached the listener, disturbed their illusion of love. Their relationship was a black canvas with just a few sparks of gold, that in time would wear out, leaving only the bitter image of a shadow. What kind of art was this? Depressing and painful, awakening all these painful memories. No one liked to look at art like that, not even themselves.
So why did Kai cherish it so much? The black canvas, the scream filled with agony, the ripped pages of a tragedy. He kept them close to his heart, no matter how disturbing they were, no matter how hard they were criticized by the world. Why did Kai like to look at that black canvas? Why didn't he just throw it away? Rip it to shreds and close his ears so he wouldn't be able to hear the constant scream? Why did he flip through the pages of the past, rereading the painful memories?
Because they were proof. Evidence that this love had really existed. They were signs that he, Kai Avger had existed at the same time with him. Had heard his heartbeat, had felt the softness of his touch, the warmth of his fingertips as they traced shapes on his body. They were a sign that he had lived. He wouldn't have to scream if he hadn't loved, he wouldn't adore the black shadow of the canvas if his feelings hadn't once been the golden splashes in it, he wouldn't reread the same pages again and again if he didn't find tiny bits of happiness in them. All of that art, as deranged and depressing it was, contained something else. His feelings and his heart, the images of him at a time he could smile and even though his love for Philip might have been his doom somehow he wouldn't change a thing.
Yes, love was glorified. Not his kind of love though, the one filled with blood and tears. The kind of love that made your chest ache more than your lips to smile. His kind of love was a torture anyone would want to avoid. He was a fool, jumping in for the second time.
The prince looked at Philip. He wasn't dead, even though he had drunk so much of his blood that he fell unconscious. Kai could still taste the remains of his blood in his lips, a swift brush of the tongue and Philip's life was traveling inside of him. He touched his cheek, tears swelling in his eyes as he couldn't see himself for who he was anymore. He could only see the monster he was trying so hard to hide.
"I'm sorry." he whispered and a teardrop landed on Philip's face. A memory awakened in Kai's mind, cruel and gruesome it flashed before his eyes.
It was raining that day. His tears landed on his face together with the raindrops. They were cold, falling on his skin like ice. It was the first time he believed he could feel the cold, maybe he had imagined it. Vampires can't feel cold. Philip had been still back then too, but at that time he had been dead, killed by the same hands that used to play with his hair, the same hands that he entwined his fingers with. The same hands that wiped his tears away when he was sad. Those hands had turned into weapons, ripping out his heart. He was laid there, in the dirt while Kai was trying to stand on his feet.
He had grabbed his crown, his palm pressing the hard metal, painting it red and had thrown it to the ground. He could still remember the sound. It fell fast, the burden of a legacy as he screamed. A thunder was heard behind him, concealing the shouts of agony. He couldn't stand any longer so he fell. He fell right next to him, right next to his dead lover and felt his body turn cold as the rain showered him.
"You are not warm anymore" Kai had cried. He had said that again and again as he sat there, on his knees. "I am sorry, I am sorry, I am so sorry." he screamed and screamed, his back curled, the crown devilishly stuck by his side. Dirty and bloody. He couldn't escape it, it was too late.
He almost looked the same. Philip laid on that bed, not moving and Kai couldn't help but cry. Every time, everything he did led to this. He was miserable, the prince had always been miserable.
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"Wake up." he whispered, a sudden fear clenching his chest. "Wake up." he repeated, his tears landing on Philip's body and the werewolf frowned. His eyelids fluttered open, disoriented until he spotted Kai."That was…intense." He mumbled, his voice hoarse. "Wait, why are you crying?" He exclaimed, confused and he immediately sat up, cupping Kai's crying face. "I am fine, it's alright. Don't cry." he comforted him.
Philip hugged him, allowing him to cry for a bit longer, letting the worry disappear along with the tears. Kai felt like he could never stop crying. As the images of his dead lover flashed before his eyes. Suddenly, he pushed Philip back, placing his hands on his cheeks and making him look at him.
"Listen to me. No matter what happens. You are not allowed to die." Kai said and for a second Philip thought he was joking. The vampire though was completely serious. "You have to live, you have to survive. You hear me?" he asked him.
"I do but where does all this come from? You couldn't possibly believe that I would die just from this." he said.
"Promise me. Promise me that no matter what you will put yourself first. You will always try to survive no matter how angry or hurt you are. You will live. Promise me Philip that you will stay alive."
"Kai what…"
"Promise me!" The prince told him strictly.
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Hello! So we reached chap 100! yey. Hope you're liking the story so far. I wanted to write an emotional chapter so I hope you liked it. Please leave a vote, a nice review and a comment of what you think of the chapter.. It would help a lot. Thank you for reading!
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