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 Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:37 am
Edit: So I feel like writing and I'm just continuing a story I'm writing with a friend about a young vampiress and her human love. I think. >_>
She lay there in the grass, staring up at the sky. In this moment, she could only see the sky. It was as if all other senses had been shut off. The sky was an inky black. It looked soft, she thought, the thought itself quiet in her mind. Pinpricks of light shone against the inky blackness. Diamonds, she once thought they were. Diamonds twinkling, green to blue to purple, faint shimmering. How easy it was to overlook such a simple beauty. How often had she overlooked it?
The grass was cold beneath her, damp with dew. The realization came slowly, dawning on her. Yet it was soft, like a shaggy damp fur of some great beast. She moved her hand slightly, feeling it brush against her palm when she was able to feel something else.
Her skin burnt. This thought surprised her though it shouldn't have. Everything should burn, she thought quietly. As if the thought reminded her body, she could sense it, every inch of skin burning with a dull sort of ache. Like sunburnt skin splashed with hot water. To lay there hurt, to move hurt.
She inhaled slowly, wondering how long it had been since she had last inhaled. Minutes? Hours? Seconds? The torn shreds of her shirt rubbed the raw skin, a sharper sort of pain.
"You'll forget the sun," he said, voice melodic.
She closed her eyes, the images of the starts still visible to her, pinpricks of light against the blackness behind her eyelids.
"You'll forget the sun," he said again, voice fading as if walking away.
Kayura lay there still, eyes opening slowly. The sky was lighter now, a deep blue yet still blue.
Dawn.
If she lay here longer, the sun would rise over the horizon, bright arms stretching over the land, light kissing all. If she lay here long enough, she might feel the sun's tender kiss. The grass would dry, she would feel warm again.
She smiled slightly at the idea, the small movement hurting. Her mind floated lightly, thoughts disjointed, a sort of peace settled about her. Yet something was not right. A nagging tugged at her consciousness. She was forgetting something.
Her mind seemed divided. Half wished to continue on in a fairly thoughtless bliss. The other had a thought that needed attention should it be allowed to think the thought.
Him.
Oh.
Oh.
the sky was a softer blue, an inviting sort of color, bidding one to stay and watch it change to something lighter. The stars faded into the light, invisible. Dawn.
He wouldn't want her to stay, she thought slowly. Not out here, not like this.
Yet she couldn't motivate herself to rise. Her limbs, at the thought of moving, seemed heavier as if weighed down. The thought alone was fairly exhausting.
He would be so upset.
She should go.
Soon.
Slowly, she sat up, muscles aching in protest. Her skin seemed dry, reluctant to bend, like a thin layer of ash. This will look bad, she thought.
She managed to get to her knees, swaying slightly. The world seemed to sway, back and forth, slowly. She pushed herself upward, one leg bending to stand, then the other. The swaying continued, seemed to grow stronger as she stood there.
She put one foot in front of the other, making her way toward the apartment building. It was only a few blocks from here yet those few blocks felt like miles.
She staggered on, the swaying threatening to throw her down to the ground again. The impact of her foot to the ground shook her, body aching with each step. Her mind drifted to other things. Unaware, she slipped into the building, making her way down the hall. She came to the door and leaned against it. Her eyes fluttered closed as she brought a fist up and knocked thrice, the movement weak, sound faint. She then slid to the ground in a crumpled heap.
At the sound of the knock, he smiled, making his way quickly across the room. It had been a few days which meant she was due for another visit. Late as it may be, it was better than no visit at all.
He opened the door, gaze forward, seeing no one there. A brief frown then his gaze dropped, jaw as well. There she lay in a crumpled, bloody heap at his feet. He stared at her a moment, as if unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Oh God," he mumbled, dropping to his feet. He shook her slightly. "Wake up baby," he said. No response. "Oh God," he uttered again.
He then lifted her into his arms. She was rather light. He could feel his clothing dampen, absorbing something from hers. He glanced down to see his shirt was turning pink. Not pure blood. Water, perhaps?
He carried her into his apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. It shut with a snap, walls rattling. He carried the limp form into the bed room, laying her atop of the comforter.
"Wake up baby," he said again, kneeling next to the bed.
He watched her for several long moments, the image of her searing itself into his brain. Her lashes were dark crescents on pale skin, marred by streaks of blood. Her lips were pale, as if drained of color. Her hair was damp, bangs plastered to her forehead. Her clothes were damp as well, torn, blood stained.
She inhaled slowly, causing him to gasp for breath unaware he was holding his breath as he watched her. He then rose, moving to the bathroom and snatching a rag. Flicking the facet on, he ran it under warm water then returned to her, and began wiping the blood from her face.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:21 pm
Interesting. Great imagery, but a tad difficult to follow. That is probably due to it being a continuation and not a stand alone story. Nice work.
cool
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 2:34 pm
Wow. How sad is this? I don't remember writing this. Definitely my style though.
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