Subject: Remember When It Rained (1/1) From: April French Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 14:07:24 -0800 To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU X-UIDL: d86cab95def609ce6e8c60a49b071850 X-Mozilla-Status: 0001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Delivery-date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 17:08:52 -0500 Received: from [128.118.141.59] (helo=f05n16.cac.psu.edu) by iglou.com with esmtp (8.12.5/8.12.5) id 1ALV4e-0005MG-5Q for stephke@IGLOU.COM; Sun, 16 Nov 2003 17:08:52 -0500 Received: from f05n16 (f05s16.cac.psu.edu [128.118.141.59]) by f05n16.cac.psu.edu (8.9.3p2.1/8.9.3) with ESMTP id RAA131160; Sun, 16 Nov 2003 17:07:27 -0500 Message-ID: <200311162207.RAA131160@f05n16.cac.psu.edu> Reply-To: April French Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories X-Foreign-Sender: 128.118.141.59 X-UIDL: d86cab95def609ce6e8c60a49b071850 Remember When It Rained--a Forever Knight story By April French Author's Note: A companion to 'Hello,' this time from Fleur's point of view. The song is off Josh Groban's new album, "Closer." Like it? I did too! Will be archived somewhere when I get around to it, so please don't archive yourself without asking first. ~~~ Remember When It Rained (1/1) The weight of candle smoke and prayer weighed heavily on my eyelids, and the constant, monotonous litany of the priest speaking the words for the dying did nothing to ease my weariness. Wash away the thoughts inside That keep my mind away from you Slowly but steadily, I was dying. The worst way to die. I wish I could have gone as Anthony went--swiftly and without warning, although perhaps without the ugly violence of his end. Anthony. I try not to think about him, alive or dead. The only good thing that came out of our marriage was my son. His death brought me a happiness equaled only by a few nights at Brabant when I was young. A happiness that was only surpassed by what happened the night he died. No more love and no more pride And thoughts are all I have to do After Anthony... after what happened, I had no idea what to do. I was afraid. And in that moment of fear, I did something that, at the time, I considered to be the height of foolishness. Remember when it rained I felt the ground and looked up high and called your name "Lucien, please. Help me. Wherever you are..." The rain, that had been pounding cold and relentless against my back, suddenly stopped. I looked up; someone was holding a cloak over my head with one hand, and touching my face with the fingers of the other. He had come to me. Just like that, he had come. And just like that, I sent him away. Remember when it rained In the darkness I remain At least I had Andre to sustain me when Lucien left. My little boy... I could only hope that Lucien had someone for himself, someone who would love without condition or judgment. Tears of hope run down my skin I would never have said so in front of him--he might have taken offense, and would certainly have denied it--but to me, beneath that hard, dispassionate exterior, Lucien LaCroix had always seemed like a very lonely man. Tear for you that will not dry With no thought of reward, he watched over me. My passing will cause him some pain... I have made certain that my son will be well-cared for, but I can make no such arrangements for Lucien. Who will watch over him? They magnify the one within My breath comes only with great effort, and if I open my eyes a tiny bit, I can see Andre at my bedside, weeping. And let the outside slowly die If Death is a being, for me he is a benevolent one. My pain will be ended. I am not afraid to die; I have forgiven myself for all my moral and temporal transgressions, and my crimes will be judged accordingly. I am only sorry that my last words to Lucien were curt words of dismissal. I wish I could see him now... Lucien, I wish you were here. Remember when it rained I felt someone take my hand. With great effort, I opened my eyes. I thought, I turned my head towards the window, so that I could look out at the stars one more time, and there he was. I felt the ground and looked up high and called your name My Lord God in Heaven, there was Lucien, clinging to the masonry and gazing into my chamber with his brilliantine eyes that I could see even as every thing else faded to blackness around me. Remember when it rained In the water I remain He had watched over me, and come when I called. Running down... And I will watch over him, always. ~Finis--November 16th, 2003~ April French daomir_darkfell@yahoo.com ===== ~Knightwalker: Forever Knight Fan Fiction -- http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/fkficindex.html ~The Corvina: Original Fiction, Poetry and Fan Fiction -- http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/index.html "The Devil and I had a chat this morning..." -- Charles Baudelaire __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree