Long Overdue Homecoming (Gilles)

[Keira]

(After a Decision to be Made)

Keira’a heart hurt, her head hurt after everything that had happened. She couldn’t loose Marc now but he would never be the same. He was now more different then he had been but her attempt to change him turned him into an abomination. That is what she knew Gilles would think. Slipping from her bed she knew that he needed rest and she needed to think. Alone, there was only one other place that she could go to do this. It was a place she hadn’t visited in fifty years. Her fingers danced along the healing mark on her chest as she moved to her closet and pulled out a simple long flowing pale gown. It reminded her on days long since past when she was still human. Slipping back into her room she smiled at Marc before silently leaving the room, pausing only to close the doors behind her making sure it latched without a click to disturb him.

Clasping her hands in front of her she walked silently down the deserted hallway. Her eyes never moved only looked forward. Pausing when she came to the end of her wing her pale blue eyes scanned the area for anyone before she made her way to the north wing. The material of the dress drug on the ground as she moved to Gilles room. A room she had spent many, many nights and days. Happy memories were found there before she clouded them with painful ones. She lifted her chin as she came closer to the doors of his room and paused as her fingers curled around the door handles. Slowly she pulled them open before stepping inside, pulling them shut behind her. Taking a deep breath her eyes looked around everything looked the same and it was clean. Not a speck of dust coated anything, she was glad for that.

Running her finger along the side of his desk she moved to the double doors that housed his bedroom and slowly pulled them open. This time when she stepped inside she didn’t close the doors fully. Leaving them ajar she moved to his bed and shook her head as she set her jaw. Tugging at her skirt she slid up onto his bed, curling up her face buried into one of his pillows. Her golden hair was free, falling over her shoulder and down her back. She had came to his room to think, to curse him for leaving but it didn’t happen. Instead she felt her icy shell start to break as she pulled the last lingering scent of her sire from his pillow. Closing her eyes she felt the first few tears slid down her cheeks as she wiped them away hoping no more would fall.

[gilles]

He was home. Gilles had, in fact, been home for a while, he just had not entered yet. He wasn't nervous. Why be nervous? This was his house, those within were his, the grounds were his, even the small nesting birds in the attic were his. He would lay claim to them once more, he thought. Perhaps there would be those that were young, those that wished to dethrone him. He hadn't been around to assert his dominance. The thought thrilled him.

Gilles put those feelings behind himself, though, and stepped forward. Back into the light, so to speak. His shirt was stark white in the face of the dirt, blood and soot that had surrounded him for these past years. His outfit was finished with the black jacket over the shirt, and white pants. Each of the items he wore fit him perfectly, made specifically for him by a woman chosen specifically by him. His light eyes focussed upwards and he smiled. He knew a little something that might cause those within to start. Gilles shut his eyes and vanished. His form melting into the light night fog.

He travelled as though propelled by the light winds and drafts within the mansion complex. In fact he was moving specifically and methodically towards his chambers, slipping under doors and unknown through hallways. Gilles retook form, completely dressed, in his room. His eyes narrowed. Instantly he knew someone was present, the outer door had been closed tight, yet the inner door was ajar. He took a step forward, probing with his feelings. He believed instincts could tell him who was within. no. He knew, whether or not his instinct would tell him. He stepped forawrd and pushed the door open quickly, his head tilting upward to look down at her. He slid a hand into the pocket of his pants.

"tears, Keira, surely the years have not been that difficult."

[Keira]

Keira continued to wipe away the few tears that slowly side down her cheeks. The marks staining her cheeks and her neck in doing so. Closing her eyes she tried to think of happier days, better memories those memories she had in this bed, with the man that owned it. It was hard and difficult as her mind would remember the good then switch to the bad. Through the bad Marc’s face would come to her mind. She had found someone to help chase away the darkness in her heart only to almost loose him. So much for happy endings she thought silently to herself.

Life wasn’t fair, it was cruel and as the tears started to barely fall she heard a familiar voice, a voice she hadn’t heard in years. Freezing she went as still as a statue on the bed. Keira hadn’t even felt him approach. Slowly she rose to be sitting up, wiping away the last tears from her cheek with the side of her finger. “You have no idea what these years have been like” Her words were soft as she turned and looked over her shoulder at him.

Golden hair fell over her shoulder as she turned and looked at him, tucking her knees underneath her. Light blue eyes looked over him before she lifted her chin meeting his eyes. He looked good, healthy good and well. Like he hadn’t left at all. “I got over your leaving along time ago Gilles, about ten years ago I didn’t think you were returning” she admitted truthfully. Lowering her eyes she ran her teeth over her bottom lip before sliding off the bed. Bare feet slowly touching the cold floor before rising from the bed. Clasping her hands in front of her she took a few steps closer to him then stopped.

She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and hold onto him tightly. Then at the same time she wanted to smack him hard across the face for leaving her the way he did. It all came down to she was afraid to upset him or disappoint him. Tears probably didn’t help that, not the way she expected to meet him again. Looking up at him she waited for him to allow her closer or for her to stay.