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Hummingbirds

Summary:
They are both beautiful, graceful, fast, and they drink sweet nectar. But what is the difference Bella discovers? Image and video hosting by TinyPic


Notes:
THis is one I came up with when trying to think of A New Death.


1. Nectar

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How can he say he's a monster? He's pure beauty, moving fast and graceful.

I sighed to the cool, clear glass window.

His bronze hair was always in the perfect disarray, and being tickled by the wind.

I watched a small object dart to and fro between the branches of a tree. I realized it was a hummingbird. I sat more alert, sitting still and quiet as I watched.

It didn't make sound, just hovered wings beating so fast they were invisible. The small rays of sunshine glinted off it's glossy, deep emerald green feathers. It's long beak was closed, and it flew up to my window, peeking curiously.

I was still, but my breath clouded the window, making the small bird dip to the left and fly in a small circle.

It hovered in front of my window again, keeping perfect eye contact, it's small black eyes meeting my brown ones.

It's small legs were tucked in underneath it, but they spread out, and it landed on my window sill.

We stared at each other for a minute, and breathed slowly, sharing an unseen connection that immersed us in our own little bubble.

It suddenly turned and sprang off the window sill, diving down to the bushes in my front yard. I watched slowly as it dipped it's slender beak into a flower and drank the sweet nectar it contained.

I breathed in quickly as something hit.

Vampires were not monsters, at least mine weren't.

The hummingbird's wings blurred because they were so fast.

So did my vampires.

The hummingbird was beautiful and graceful.

So were my vampires.

And the hummingbird drank the sweet nectar it could not resist.

But, I suppose my vampires didn't drink the SWEETEST nectar, for I was the living example of that.

But all the same, my vampires were as much monsters as the sweet hummingbird was.

Later that day, I skipped up the stairs from doing the laundry, hoping to see the beautiful bird again.

I did.

The green body was laying quietly, on my window sill. Dead.

It had enjoyed it's last day as a beautiful creature would, but I wept.

Hummingbirds and vampires were not the same.

But they were close.

You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery

You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?

You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms

Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin

You're a beautiful
A beautiful messed up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine

Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

You're building a mystery