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Akiko was on fire. Her flesh felt like it was pealing away from her body an inch at a time. She screamed as the heat engulfed her, but she did not fight it, in fact she almost embraced the flames. For too long she had been wandering with nowhere to go. For too long she had hid in the shadows, never drawing attention to herself. She had been awake for far too long, and now all she yearned for was sleep.

1899, Los Angelas Harbor.

Akiko stepped off of the ship and onto the American soil. The night cloaked her in the shadows and no one was aware of her presents. She silently made her way across the harbor, concealed within the darkness that made her feel whole. She could smell his scent in the air; he was not far from her now. Her entire being ached with the need to see him again after so long, her years of loneliness were starting to wear on her, and her rational mind was slowly slipping away.

Then she saw him. The beautiful darkness that had claimed her soul so long ago was less then fifty feet in front of her. She launched herself into the air with all the power and strength her legs held and into his outstretched arms. He clutched her to him like an alcoholic holding his last bottle of liquor, and she held him like wise.

"Koibito, at long last we are together again."

"Fusao. You can not imagine the anguish my dead heart has had to endure without you by my side." He pulled her closer to his chest, as if pressing her against his cold flesh would erase the pain from her heart.

"You are wrong, koibito, I have felt your pain. It stabbed my heart every hour that you were trapped in that awful home. It twisted my innards every day that you were not here with me. But no more, Akiko, we will never be separated from me again."

His words cascaded over her flesh like a warm summers breeze, pushing back the goose bumps that had risen on her body. She pulled back from him a bit to finally look into the eyes of the man, no, vampire, that she had fallen in love with so long ago. Nothing had changed about him in the decades that had passed. His eyes were the same color onyx, his skin was the same shade of ivory as her own, and his hair was just as black as a ravens.

"You are just as I remembered, Fusao. I can only hope the years have been just as kind to me in your eyes."

"No, you have become a beauty beyond comprehension. I would say the years have been more then kind to you." A bell chimed through the night, reminding them that this was not the place for a sweet reunion.

"Come, Akiko, let us leave this place. The sun will rise soon and I am sure you need blood." He placed his arms around her and they melted into the shadows around them.

/

1934, New York City.

"What do you mean they found us again? Fusao, this is the third time in the last ten years! I can't keep moving like this." Akiko paced the living room of their loft apartment looking over Central Park; their home for the last three years. She had grown quite attached to this place and she was not looking forward to leaving.

"I know, koibito, I know. Please take my apology on the run, for we must move quickly."

"Fusao-"

"Akiko, listen to me! I understand that you are upset with me, but now is not the time to discuss your feelings. We must move, now." Without another word he walked into the bedroom and began to pack his belongings. She watched for a stunned minute, not completely over her shock of being found again, but then her senses came back to her and she joined him in packing. Nether of them packed more then two bags; Fusao already had a small hand bag full of money, ready to take them wherever they needed to go.

Akiko often wondered if she hadn't taken the time to argue with Fusao that day if her life would have ended differently. A mere moment before they were ready to walk out the door it burst open and three vampire bounty hunters filed in. Her shock and fear was immediate, freezing her in her place.

She would no go back to that whorehouse in Kyoto. She had spent too much of her life wasting away in that dim room, chained to the wall on a cot, just waiting for her next customer. It had taken Fusao years to break her out from his place over seas. His network of spies and workers was vast, but the elder vampire that had held her captive had more resources and men then she had hairs on her head. It had taken them years to be together again, and she would no go back. She'd rather die fighting.

Faster then eyes could see, Fusao charged at the men, using all his strength to get the men out of the doorway. He flipped one over his shoulders, elbowed one in the stomach and kicked the last one with such force that he was thrown into the wall across the room.

"Akiko, run! Get out of here!"

"No, I won't leave you!" She made to take a fighting stance, but the mighty roar that her mate let out stopped her in her tracks.

"Akiko, you WILL listen to me. Get out of here! Now!" The command in voice left no room for argument. She grabbed the hand bag of money and fled from the room as the bounty hunters got up and started to charge at her mate.   

As she ran out of the front of the building into the dark night, she felt a terrible pain rip across her chest. She knew in that instant that her mate was dead. She ran into the park, cloaking herself in the darkness that had been a part of her life every since the day she was reborn, but it did nothing to mend the cracking she felt in her cold, un-beating heart.


2012, Kyoto.

"It's finally over, onna. I have spent over a century looking for you, trying to bring you back to me, but you want nothing to do with my kindness." His voice was high and cold, never once holding any of the kindness he spoke of.

"Enslaving me, forcing me to bed men so you can make money, starving me to the point of madness, allowing me no freedoms whatsoever, none of this sounds like kindness to me." His sadistic smirk sent a chill down her spine. He leaned further over the lip of the well she was currently chained to the bottom of and spit down on her huddled form. With a laugh and a motion of his hand, his little minions moved a steel grate over the top of the well and chained it down. Sunrise was a little over an hour away.

She was going to die tonight.

Strangely the thought didn't terrify her as much as she thought it would. She had been on the run for far too long, and her body was weary.

She spent the last hour of her life thinking of Fusao. Seventy-eight years without him had made her a shell of herself. She spent all of her time wandering, never resting, and never stopping. She had seen the world over, and then she saw it again, and again.

Never resting, always wandering.

She was on fire.

The sun's rays penetrated down into the well, setting her flesh afire.

She embraced the flames, like a lovers caress. Soon she would be with him.

Soon.
Edit: Fixed it up a bit <.<

So this was the final assignment I had to do for my Creative Skills Development class. It's also the first piece of original work I have ever posted on the internet, besides my poems.

I'm kinda nervous to see what you all think of it. >__> But i really wanted to post it. If I'm going to be a novelist one day I have to get used to people reading my stuff right?

Anyway I hope you enjoyed it.
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LightOverpowers58's avatar
Whoa, amazing, I could feel Akiko's pain.... their journey was stunningly written and the character's honestly described. Nice work!