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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 2:50 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 5:51 pm
Intruder
Anise preferred the night. In the slow, quiet hours when the sun was just a distant memory she would roam the large old mansion. She would greet each of the spiders that she passed by and enjoy her status as ‘queen’ of her household.
It was during one of those nights that something odd happened. Anise heard a noise. The Dust Child immediately went to investigate, slipping quietly down the rickety stairs and to the bottom floor. She was annoyed to realize there was a draft. Somehow the front door had come open. Spider minds brushed against hers in alarm and then she saw a figure, mostly still in the darkness.
Her heart skipped a beat. The man approached her slowly and with her heightened senses she was aware of the way the floorboards creaked beneath his feet, the putrid stench that seemed to roll off him and her gaze seemed to focus unwillingly upon craggy, unshaven face. A sick feeling had grown in her stomach as he continued towards her and it was only when her back hit the wall that she realized she had been walking backwards away from him.
“Look little girl…” She jumped at the sound of his voice. It was rough, and reminded her of the sound of sandpaper on wood. “This is a big house, yeah? You gotta have something good around. Gold, jewels, anything. Just tell me where it is and I’ll get outta here. Just gimme what you got and I ‘aint gonna hurt ya sweetheart. Be a good girl.”
As he spoke, another emotion began to push back the fear. It grew in her chest and spread; a white hot rage. How dare this man, come into her house and demand anything of her? How dare he threaten her? How dare he even look at her? Anise was furious and it must have shown in her face, because the man stopped speaking and drew back with a puzzled frown.
Anise was intensely aware, no longer of him, but of her surroundings. She was aware of each and every spider in this house. They were there in the dark, waiting and just as angry as her. As her heart beat she felt them, and her mind reached out to them so that their anger combined and enflamed.
Her red eyes snapped wide, glowing red in the scant moonlight creeping in from outside. Anise caught the detestable man’s startled gaze and held it, and just like that he was hers.
Anise stood, still keeping their eyes locked, and smoothed down her dress. She very carefully pushed her hair into place and fixed up her skirts until she was pleased her appearance was back to normal.
“You need to be taught a lesson.” She said, soft and menacing. “You have invaded my home and thought to steal from me. But I am not a powerless child.” As she held him transfixed, she called to them… and her army began its march.
Spiders swarmed out of every shadow, every nook and cranny. They spread across the floor like a black, moving carpet straight for the would-be-robber. They reached him and clambered into and up his clothing. When they found skin, they bit. The man gave no reaction and so the Spider Dust released her hold. Anise was pleased to see horror immediately flood his face. He flailed wildly, striking at his clothing. A scream burst out.
Then through his terror and agony, he saw her and Anise was aware of when he was overcome by panicked rage. All he needed to do was remove the one doing this to him and she was it.
“No!” She lifted her hands to fend him off, tried to step back but had nowhere to go. Her attack had backfired and she couldn’t seem to gather the necessary strength to mesmerize him once more. He reached for her and terror flooded through her body once again.
Then with a hollow thud the man dropped unconscious to the ground at her feet. Spiders skittered away from the body in many-legged flood. Anise blinked and remembered to breathe; her entire body trembling.
Alexander lowered the plank of wood he had used to strike the man down and drew her into a one armed hug. Anise buried her face into his clothes so that he wouldn’t see her cry.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 3:55 pm
Hoards of spiders swarmed through the house; violent, protective.
Anise sat in the centre of her storm; withdrawn even further from the world.
Alexander waited and watched; quietly looking for a way to coax her into returning.
Time passes…
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 4:00 pm
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