Love is really nothing
But a dream that keeps waking me
For all of my trying, we still end up dying
How can it be?
Preston Asher Smith
Life for the new born was hard and unforgiving, he had been a sensitive and out of sight human being, as a vampire he was much the same, just paler and with a constant biting clawing thirst that burned with in his throat.
Lifting a pale slender hand he rested in against his throat where the thirst sat there pounding against the flesh of his neck, his fingers curling to drive his nails into the skin under them as he begged in his mind for the pain to go, a soft growl rent itself from his lips as he dropped down to his knees rocking back to sit on his bottom and let his hand drop, the newborns grey eyes looking up to search the sky above him, slender hands resting on dark denim clad knees.
Shaking his head he sighed, "If only if only. . . but use is wishing now, i have an eternity to sit and wonder why and still come up with no answer" he said softly, his velvet voice rolling out about him as hand fell from his knee to brush against the soft grass of the grounds.
So young and full of running
All the way to the edge of desire
Steady my breathing, silently screaming