Sam hissed at Areth. "Not if I... not if I turn her. They can't touch her if she's one of us," he said. He let go of Peyton and shoved Areth back until he hit the bedpost. "Get out of my house before I rip out your horns, Areth, and shove them straight up your ass. Peyton is mine, and she will always be mine. The council doesn't have to worry, about anything. So leave us alone."
Peyton's eyes went wide turn her? What did he mean, would she become a demon? Live for ever with Sam? That thought did not freak her out like she thought it might, it actually made her happy. When Areth was shoved back into the bed Peyton jumped in between them, 'W-woah!" She cried placing her hands on Sam's chest, "He's trying to warn you about the...the uhm, Council," She said trying to make sense of this in her own mind. Areth brushed himself off and scoffed, "Always so quick to pick a fight, I'm leaving," He turned and slipped silently out the window.
Sam watched Areth leave, and then he slumped to his knees in front of the bed. "Peyton... oh god, what have I done? I've damned you. I've put you in danger again, and now we're both going to die. The council, they're cruel and merciless. They torture you first, every torture imaginable, until you're stark raving mad and begging to die. And then they burn you alive in holy fire." He rested his arms on the bed and hid his face. "They'll let Areth have his fun with you before the torture starts. They'll chain me up and make me watch everything, and then we both die," he whimpered.
Peyton frowned, "Not if you change me," She said and placed her hand on his back. She knew that she would deny that right off the bat. Dropping her hand from her back she waited for him to start yelling and screaming about it.
Sam shook his head and looked up, an expression of extreme panic and fear clouding his emotions. "No! There's no way I'm going to turn you into a monster! I can't do that to you, I... I can't do that to anyone, ever. But especially not you." He stood up and started pacing, running his hands aggresively through his messy golden hair. "There has to be some way to keep you alive and safe from the council without turning you into a demon. There has to," he muttered. He had a wild, obssessive, feverish look in his eyes.
Peyton smiled gently, trying to comfort him, "You're not a monster," She told him and walked over to him. "You may be a demon, but you're not a monster," She told him and rested a hand on his arm. She didn't know what to say to him, but, she'd kill herself before she let him die because of her.
Sam looked down at Peyton and felt a stab in his heart. She looked so calm, so sweet... He couldn't ruin her. He could let her die, though. He didn't... "What do I do?!" he yelled, then turned and punched straight through his wall. He gave a small, hopeless moan and rested his forehead against the wall, not bothering to remove his hand from the cracked wood.
Peyton winced when he slammed his fist right through the wood in the wall, slowly she walked over and pulled it from the hole. "Please don't hurt yourself like that.." She breathed and brought his hand to her lips kissing the reddened skin. Her heart broke seeing all of this pain she was putting him through, "What if I leave? You've let girls go before haven't you?" She asked still holding his hand close to her mouth.
Sam kept his eyes closed. "Yes," he breathed. "But I..." He finally opened his eyes and looked at her. "I erased their memories before I let them go home. They forgot who I was and what I did to them, and I only let them keep that one feeling that someone cared. I erased months of memory. All of the fun things, the happy things, some of the best memories those girls had and probably ever would have." He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "No. No, I can't do that to you. It wouldn't just hurt you, it would hurt me! To see you like that, scared and confused and wondering why you couldn't remember what had happened to you for half a year. To have a feeling that someone cared, but then telling yourself, 'Oh, of course not. Why would someone care about me?' And you would never think of me again. You would never think of me, of how I touched you so gently, and took care of you, and loved you..." He couldn't stop the tears from pouring down his cheeks. His words dissolved in a fit of sobbing as he once again sank to his knees. "Peyton...."
Peyton fought back her own tears. She knew that all of the things he was saying was true. Kneeling down to him she took his face in her hands and met his eyes with hers, "Change me then," She said softly, "Let me live forever with you," She breathed her eyes pleading. Her hands shook lightly as she looked at him, tears threatening to spill.
Sam couldn't remember a time when he'd cried like this. Not even hundreds of years back, when he'd been a human. He turned and pulled Peyton tightly into his arms, burying his face in her hair. He was shaking violently all over, unable to control the awful sobbing and moaning pouring from him. Fate was just against him. He didn't have any other choices left. He couldn't live without Peyton, he knew it. It had come to this: To be with Peyton... he had to kill her first. Very slowly, he removed her hair from her neck. "Okay, Peyton. Let's be together forever. We can stay here in this house, or travel the world. Anything you want, until the end of time," he whispered. And then he struck. He bit down on her throat, tearing straight through her windpipe. The entire time, he held her tightly in his arms, so tight he almost thought she would snap in two.
Okie. By the way... I'm crying so hard. D:
Okie. By the way... I'm crying so hard. D:
The pain she felt was unexplainable, with out meaning to she let out this loud and very pathetic noise, before she started suffocating fighting for breath. She knew she would have to die for her to live, but she didn't know if she'd live through this. Things were fading fast for her, blood she could feel was pouring down her torso. Tears spilled down her cheeks and her vision grew dark, her mouth moved like a fish out of water as though she was trying to speak. And before long everything was dark, she stopped fighting, moving, and breathing. And in an instant her heart stopped beating. Her human life was over.
Sam almost lost his mind when he felt Peyton slump in his arms. He was... he was holding her corpse. Now he had to move fast, before her soul could leave the body. He had five minutes at most. That's when she would start to get cold. He ripped the sheets and blankets from the bed and laid Peyton's body on the matress. He pulled a strange-looking knife from the bedside table. It was long and thin, and it was made of no earthly metal. It was completely transluscent, and shimmered in purples, reds, and blacks. A demon dagger. He sliced his wrist and painted symbols on her cheeks, her arms, her legs, and started to speak in demon tongue. "Thrasne achne'ahnleh. Thrasne fĂ¦ren ahnleh..." And it went on. He spoke rapidly, each word blurring together. And he stopped quite suddenly. He pricked his finger and held it over Peyton's lips. A single drop of his blood fell into her mouth. Her wounds healed. The bloody symbols on her body faded into nothing. All he had to do now was wait.
Peyton all of the sudden was in no pain, she felt oddly healthy. Just moments ago had Sam attacked her...? No, he was turning her, into what she wasn't completely sure. Slowly her eyes opened, her vision seeming sharper than it had ever been. "Sam..?" She breathed, she could tell she looked different by the way Sam was looking at her. "What...?" she asked softly reaching up to touch her face. When her finger tips touched her cheek her mouth fell open, her skin was as smooth as it had ever been, smoother in fact she felt like porcelain.
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