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Pale blue orbs glowed in the darkness as if someone had reached high up into the purest azure sky and ripped two pieces out and dragged them down to earth to rest side by side in the misery of an alleyway. They seemed to flash angrily at the whole world with a vengeance for being taken from their heavenly places. Lightning flashed. For a moment the slender figure of a male could be seen clearly as the light banished the blackness of night. There were, however, two light figures that lingered behind him on the wall, as if they were trying unsucessfully to stave off the impeding darkness. He was leaning against a building, hands holding each elbow; shoulders slumped almost as if he were in pain. His head bent towards the earth. Then the night filled the space and swallowed the alley once again, leaving nothing in it’s wake but ebony emptiness. Almost emptiness.
It was just a vicious cycle. No. It was just vicious. Everything that had existed in his life up to that point had been cruel, twisted and vicious. There was no room for anything else. He couldn’t afford it. What was he even doing here? There was no point in running away, she would just find him again…and punish him. Shivers ran up and down his whole body. It was then that he finally realized it was raining. Had been raining, and he was naked. He shivered again, racking his beautiful body ruthlessly. It was just from the cold.
Milky white fingers slid through his thick, wet bush of hair. It was always disheveled and shaggy, but it looked good that way. His hand felt something warm and liquidy as he neared the back of his head. Immediately, he pulled his hand back in front of his face to inspect. The next blazing flash of lightning revealed crimson on his snowy white hand. Those azure orbs stared unblinkingly for far too long; even when the light was gone his eyes remained hooked onto the sight, terrified. The image was as perfect in the pure blackness as if it were daytime…even better.
Someone began to breathe heavily, quickly. It wasn’t until a raindrop slipped from his lip and dropped into his mouth that he finally realized that it was he. He tried to snarl but it came out more like a whimper to his own sensitive ears. This wasn’t what he was. This wasn’t supposed to be like this, he was strong.
You can tell yourself that all you want, but you know deep down that you will never be like them. Her voice drifted towards him like a venomous caress and he shivered again. It was the rain.
You will always be mine, no more than dirt for my amusement. Nobody wants you.
His own feeble voice lashed out of the memory. No! That’s not true! It sounded pathetic and he knew deep within his gut that she was right. She had always been right.
Cruel, harsh laughter. The sound had always reached for him like a menacing clawed hand, wanting to tear away at his mind and soul. It had always felt as if she tore at him leisurely with those claws of steel, ripping his mind apart until there was nothing left of him but what quivering bit that she wanted to exist. Because if she didn’t…
This was pointless. She would find him soon enough, and he couldn’t try to blend in with everyone else, not when he looked like this. It’s not that he couldn’t, really, he knew very well that’s what his kind did when they wanted to appear normal. It was more like he was never taught, and for a good reason. He should just stay here and wait for his Mistress to come and collect him. Maybe the punishment wouldn’t be so harsh if he was good this time. If he…pleased her and groveled like she always loved so much perhaps she would make it easy and forgive him faster. Why had he even run away? There was nowhere to go, no one else like him that he had ever seen save for her and her…cult was the best word to describe it. They were different from other people and they could never blend in and live with others. He had always found out why she hadn’t taught him, always wondered, until the first time he had run away. An involuntary shiver that he couldn’t possibly blame on the rain crawled its way up and down his spine. He had been younger, when he still had some spirit in him, when he wasn’t completely crushed under her dominating willpower.
That night she had been particularly brutal, and it wasn’t just a physical lesson she had taught him. That night she had tortured his mind with verbal beatings, screamed at him, telling him he was worthless and no one wanted him while she had inflicted blow upon blow on his small body. He had no idea what had brought about this particular turn of emotions, whether it was a bad mood she was taking out on him or simply a fancy that struck her. He could never tell with her. In time, he had come to accept her words as a reasonable fact, for no one had ever come for him; no one had cared about him. But then, it was all the hope he had to hold onto. Somehow he had escaped her clutches and ran in blind fear from her and her friends while they hunted him, ran through the darkened city streets looking for a sanctuary, looking for someone who would shelter a young boy.
People would run from him in terror with just one glance. Or try to kill him. It was an understandable reaction, he realized it now, but then…when he was younger, the rejection and fear in other’s eyes was heart-rending. It wasn’t that he was hideous ugly; on the contrary, his looks were quite striking. Certainly his beauty far surpassed any human façade. But then again, it was the same for all the others who were like him, beautiful, sensual, simply intoxicating by nature. It was what they were, an act just as unstoppable and natural as breathing; only far more deadly for any mortals who found themselves on the receiving end of that intensity.
He had once been a creature like that, perhaps; been as sure of himself as the others always were. Sexy, alluring, even arrogant and cruel such as they. No. He didn’t want to be like them, not even in a memory. But they were the only ones he’d met that were like him; the only one’s who understood the way he felt. Or at least somewhere close to it. They didn’t understand him, couldn’t. He thought they were all disgusting creatures, no matter how sumptuous their bodies, how sweet their voices. He had always known he was different, perhaps that was the reason why she had enslaved him, tortured him, forced him to do things that haunted his dreams and left deep scars on his soul.
Maybe he was more similarly related to humans, because he certainly was something different from his own. Maybe not. A hollow sound choked from his throat, and he realized he must be laughing. Who was he kidding? He didn’t even have a soul anymore, could hardly remember a time when he had owned something like that. For a moment he amused himself by imagining what it might be like, to have a soul, to have emotions.
“Hello, Adrian.” Even though he knew the sound of her voice inside out, had scrutinized it and studied it, he was never prepared for the sound of it. Never prepared for the sweet, intoxicating terror that coursed through his veins every time she uttered a single syllable. Oddly enough, he couldn’t quite decide if he was nervous, joyful, or scared. He stood to his full height, his unnatural skin illuminated in the moonlight as he spread his pure white wings. The sound of feathers rustling filled the alleyway as a woman stepped forward to greet him, every air of her being haughty and ruthless. And suddenly, Adrian realized what it was like to have no soul, to be a Child of the Darkness, to be a Demon.
 Lady Reyith · Tue Jan 23, 2007 @ 12:30am · 1 Comments |
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Hello and thank you for coming to my journal. I'd like to inform you, however, that it is not, indeed, about wolves. I wrote that awhile ago and I can't seem to recall how to change it...so there it stays until I can recall how to change it or someone helps my computer illiterate a**...
Anyway, I am writing a short story, and you'll just have to read it to find out what it's about. blaugh Please keep in mind that this is not the actual story, or I haven't decided if it will be yet...just fragments that Im throwing out there that im hoping will compile to make a story someday.
Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed making them. And I hope you return when I do more posts in the future. I'll probably need help getting my lazy butt to write them, anyway.
Encouragement, collective critisizm, and praise are all greatly appreciated!
~Rey~
Lady Reyith · Tue Jan 23, 2007 @ 12:26am · 0 Comments |
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