A kiss under the Velvet Moon

A time to drink or Faint

Rachel stood before her sister, hands up in the air, her head shaking back and forth.

" I am sorry sister, this was all mother's doing and father doesn't like show tunes, he'd probably fake gag if he knew I even mentioned them to you.

To answer your question on the karaoke, however, I wasn't lying about that. He loves to sing!

He'd never fully admit it, but he is said to be leading a double life as a so-called male singing artist who goes by the name of King of something or other, I can't remember what genre.

I really have no idea how he finds the time, but he is the King of flames after all. He had made quite a name for himself, hasn't he ."

In awe by the newly heard information of father, Gina found herself grinning but she was still far from happy, more like pissed off at a certain sister who tried to screw her over and won.

Hell, was the last place she wanted to be, hell, it almost felt like she might as already be there.

" I am sorry sister, I really just wanted to see you, this was more my fault then anything.

If I hadn't brought you up in conversation, mother would have never pressed the subject."

" It is what it is, hopefully I won't want to kill mother in the few days that I have to put up with her ass. "

Half way between consciousness and unconsciousness, I pushed the foot rest back up into the chair. My stance was beginning to become unsteady, the pounding in my head was now becoming a pain so intense, the light in the room was too bright.

The two girls conversing, was beginning to sound like a high school marching band. Crippling pain was making my skin crawl, flames licked up the nerves of my legs until my knees begin to buckle.

Gina froze, knowing full well what was starting to happen. My body was starting to crumble and deteriorate, it would only be matter of time before I could no longer move, even a man of my caliber can only handle so much pain. Eventually, I would have to give in to the pain, while it ate away at every live part of me, that was left.

" Oh, my god! Elias ! " Grey kneeled down beside me, her hands on my bare flesh made my skin feel like burning fire dancing along her fingertips. If my skin could blister, this is what true pain would feel like.

The only time in my life since I'd changed when I could feel, truly feel.

You'd think that after all these years, I would embrace these feelings, but this was the last thing I want to feel.

Being to the point of death but never being able to die was almost like the point when you reach orgasm and then it never happens. It's pure torture, pure pleasure, agony.

Grey was hovering above me, worry streaked across her face. Rachel had all but disappeared,

maybe she had slipped out the door when all hell started to break loose, that I wasn't quite sure.

All I knew is that I was pleading and hoping for the moment my body to let go, where all pain would cease to exist.

" Elias, I am so sorry." Gina propped my head onto her lap, her hands running through my hair.

Her fingers in my hair felt like spikes going in and out of my head, like fireplace hot pokers.

A growl from deep within my gut erupted from my lips. " St...op ...touching me ... please!" I snarled, a deep vein in my forehead popped out, sweat covered my skin in deep crimson beads. My body was rejecting the old tainted blood the still remained in my body.

Gina immediately dropped her hands to her sides.

Rachel appeared behind her, a glass bottle of deep red liquid swished in her trembling hand.

Grey glanced up at her sister knowing fully well what the bottle held. " Rachel, " Grey whispered

" Where the hell did you get that ?"

Rachel's eyes were wide, the color was completely washed out, only a slight faded golden tone remained.

" I, I.... I asked ... father... ." Her lips trembled at his name, her face held great remorse.

Gina's lips which were upturned and then turned to a sharp frown. " F..k!"

Taking the bottle into her hand, she gripped the drink with a strong grip. It held a fragrance, which was biter sweet, and it was still warm.

My nose flared at the sweet scent, I was half between unconsciousness and barley breathing.

The smell looming near was so alluring I thought for a brief moment I could fight everything that was left in me, to reach that gorgeous scent.

If I could just reach it, all the pain and torment I was going through would cease .

With all the power inside me, I tried inching my hand towards the smell but ultimately my body was unchanging. I was just too weak to move anymore. Blood was sleeping for my pores and drying up as soon as the air hit it. My life fluids were tainted, it as might as well be black.

Faint sounds came from all around me but I couldn't comprehend what or who they were. I was no longer in control of my being. Everything that was once me was being to lift apart.

If this was death finally come to capture me into it's cold embrace, I openly and full -heartedly welcome it's darkness to engulfed me.

The longer I tried to attempt to move, the more my body gave out, until darkness met me and the smiling face of my darling beautiful wife became me.