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Usually the heritage of the Revenant (asian, slavic, Strigoi, Yuta-dhana), the cultural or religous beliefs of the Revenant (Hindu, Catholic, Roman Soldier, Taoist, Kuldunist witch), or the land of their death and resurection (Egypt, Transilvania, a bloody Battlefield) will have influence over what Hell or dark god claims In the West, Revenants are cult figures, hailed as special them or what spiritual condition befalls them.
In the Ancient nights mysticism eventually beof the Umpyr Empire, the Voivode divided themselves into came known as Tzimisce the 18 when they brought back the Flesh-crafting Discipline of death, they will rise again as Strigoi Mort.
Ok so short chapter today… sorry. Something COMPLETELY different too… kinda. This chapter will be from Ethan’s point of view. Let me know what you think by reviewing, like always. Enjoy. °°° Fears AL L Ethan didn’t know what to do. When it came to Tasha, he had never felt so confused. Come to think about it, everything happened by instinct – he never had to think about it. Now he felt as if he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. He had never seen Tasha, or anyone for that matter, so distraught and emotional. To say it left him disorderly was a bit of an understatement. Whenever he tried to comfort her, all it did was hurt her, which in turn hurt him when she pushed him away. It destroyed him to watch her. NE Ethan felt like he should seek help for her, Tasha’s emotional state had deteriorated that much, though he knew no‐one would care for her, the queen‐killer. It wasn’t as if she was crying all the time. That, he knew, he could handle. But it was the detachedness that killed him, how she would walk to the corner of a room, curl in a ball on the floor, and rock, eyes on the wall at all times. It was if she couldn’t face Ethan. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw her beautiful, ice‐blue eyes, or felt her hand brush along his back like she used to whenever she past him. At night she would go to bed, and coil up in a ball as far away from Ethan as she could get. T That’s when the tears started. KA Ethan wanted nothing more than to pull her against his chest, and hold her till the sun rose again, like they used to always do, in or out of the cells. To hold her tight enough as if it would protect her from the outside world. The first night she had cried though, she’d snapped when he reached for her. “No Ethan, don’t.” Those words hurt him more than if she’d slapped him. It killed him to see her so depressed, skulking around their room, not eating or talking, not doing anything. It killed him to see the playful side of her, the one that was never slow to joke around or tease or pull some sort of prank be swallowed up by the darkness within. How he longed for the times when he could wrap his arms around her or kiss her temple, do all little things, without her flinching, recoiling in her inner torment. He knew what was hurting her too. He had the problem figured out, yet with no solution in sight, and that killed him almost as much. How often in the past few days had he stayed up past midnight, begging with whoever was listening to help his love. To allow her to see the light in the darkness. He felt like he needed to know everything about what was plaguing her, drowning her emotions. He felt the same way about it that he did about strigoi. AL L Disgust, hate… Fear. He would be dead in under a week and the only thing he feared was his lover’s illness. And, oh, how he needed to know how to get rid of it. NE Whatever it was that was killing her, he prayed with all his heart and so much more that he would find a solution in time. He knew he didn’t have long left. °°° T Let me know what you think, or if you want more of Ethan’s thoughts by… REVIEWING. Yes that’s right, if you have an account or even if you don’t leave some feedback, I promise I don’t bite… or stake. I have a banner, finally, for Burning In Hell… find the link on my profile. KA For you “The Good Wife” (TV Series) fans, I wrote a new story focusing on Will and Tammy… Don’t hate me for it please but the least you could do is check it out. Also follow my escapades about writing, or my general life, follow me on Twitter @KatNeall, Tumblr: katneall .tumblr .com, Blogger: katneall .blogspot .com, or check out all my writing at katsfiction .blogspot .com. Btw that carlisle/esme/peter/Elizabeth site I was telling you about a few weeks back, yeah that’s now @ carlisleandesmeau .blogspot .com You know all those links without the spaces ;). ilyxx kat