Post by RememberTheScar on Jan 3, 2007 17:10:14 GMT
There is No Cure for Understanding: Save One Person - A Lupin fic on Coming to terms with yourself
PROLOGUE
He remembered the day it began. It was the last day he was truly able to appreciate the beauty of the world. After that, it all went wrong. A pair of shining silver teeth, hot breath on his forehead, and he was condemned for life. He was in a cage, a diamond cage, beautiful but harsh, and all around he saw the people outside his cage, but they could not see him, and when he saw their faces turned away he felt the pain of being dead. He sometimes contemplated death, and wondered if it would be better than this life. But he pulled through the madness, and so now, years later, he still stood upon the brink, but always watched for a wind that could push him over the edge.
But once a month he paused as he transformed. As his body changed, so did his thoughts. What he was given to sate his lust for death and destruction was not enough. He was the only sacrifice; his blood was the only blood he could ever find. And always he feared for himself. He was no longer a child – a child was one thing that he could not be, ever since that day on Halloween night.
His life could not be an easy life. He would not allow it to be so. But as he grew and attended school, the cloud that had shadowed his gaze passed on, and he learnt to smile again beside his friends. He never told them that he was still scared. But they helped him. Nothing could ever make him so happy – and no one ever did. Save one person. But as his friends betrayed him, died, and disappeared to another unknown world, his depression returned. And he felt the coldness of claws upon his face.
He was Remus Lupin. When his friends departed no one could ever understand him. And no one ever did. Save one person.
PROLOGUE
He remembered the day it began. It was the last day he was truly able to appreciate the beauty of the world. After that, it all went wrong. A pair of shining silver teeth, hot breath on his forehead, and he was condemned for life. He was in a cage, a diamond cage, beautiful but harsh, and all around he saw the people outside his cage, but they could not see him, and when he saw their faces turned away he felt the pain of being dead. He sometimes contemplated death, and wondered if it would be better than this life. But he pulled through the madness, and so now, years later, he still stood upon the brink, but always watched for a wind that could push him over the edge.
But once a month he paused as he transformed. As his body changed, so did his thoughts. What he was given to sate his lust for death and destruction was not enough. He was the only sacrifice; his blood was the only blood he could ever find. And always he feared for himself. He was no longer a child – a child was one thing that he could not be, ever since that day on Halloween night.
His life could not be an easy life. He would not allow it to be so. But as he grew and attended school, the cloud that had shadowed his gaze passed on, and he learnt to smile again beside his friends. He never told them that he was still scared. But they helped him. Nothing could ever make him so happy – and no one ever did. Save one person. But as his friends betrayed him, died, and disappeared to another unknown world, his depression returned. And he felt the coldness of claws upon his face.
He was Remus Lupin. When his friends departed no one could ever understand him. And no one ever did. Save one person.