Post by SilverEyes on Feb 11, 2004 19:05:41 GMT -5
I wrote this chapter of some short little story years ago. I think it was in 2000. It might suck pretty bad, I really don't remember that much. However, I remember some parts that I'm actually quite proud of. Anyway, here's the first chapter.
Chapter 1
Anniversary
She retreated from the light and was engulfed in darkness. It was her mother, her teacher, her lover. But she longed for the light. For it's warming embrace. She longed to escape this retched place. For it was darkness, harsh and uncaring, and it would crush you in the night.
She ascended up the stairs. The lights weren't on. She didn't need light anyway. But saw the way in her memories. Sometimes she wished to banish them from her head. But they stayed and haunted her in her dreams. She wanted to forget what she was, what had made her this way, and everything she had done. She just wanted to be a normal woman that had nothing more to worry about than a job, finding a husband and having a child. But it was not to be. Not then, not now and not in the future. For today was the anniversary of her death and rebirth over three hundred years before.
The door to her apartment opened with a creak. Her keen eyes pierced the darkness. She maneuvered though the maze of furniture that was her living room and headed into the bedroom. Sighing she stripped her clothes dropping them in a heap to the floor. Then she took off her jewelry and placed it on the dresser. She glanced at her hand noticing a small scar on her thumb. A flash of memories surfaced and threatened to consume her but she pushed them away. Then she climbed into bed and drifted off into sleep.
The sun shone brightly over the city of Paris. A quaint garden sat behind a large house. From one tree hung a swing. A small child with hair darker then the night and sparkling green eyes bounded from the house followed by her father. She ran past flowers, shrubs, and trees her blue dress flowing behind her. Her father picked her up and perched her on the swing. With a push she swung high nearly touching the branches. Laughing and giggling she swung back and forth. When she had enough she jumped down and ran into her father's arms. "You are such a dear, Elizabeth," he said.
She jolted awake. She hadn't thought of that in many years. She wanted all of her memories to be like that, happy and serene without any pain or horror. 'Fate had other plans' she bitterly thought to herself. Shaken she fell back asleep bidding her memories not to return.
The day turned to night and the world was hers again. She emerged from the apartment building into the cool night air. Tonight was different than others. She usually spent the night and early mornings at clubs. Dancing in the wild fray of the party. She mingled with humanity. Trying to rekindle the fiery spark of life that had once burned within her. But her bloodlust always smothered it in a choking embrace. Tonight all her memories, her longings, and her sorrows came back to her. She could not escape them. They plagued her senses. Her eyes saw what happened long ago. Her ears heard a world that had long since died. Tonight she would watch humanity from a distance hidden in the shadows and in the heights.
She sat upon a rooftop, her legs dangling over the edge. Across the street was one of her favorite haunts. A club called Chemistry. The music was its heart. Everything followed its rousing pulse. The people were outgoing and boisterous, adventurous and lively. They were everything she wanted to be. Everything she once was. Perched high above the street she watched the people entering the club. They were talking and laughing. Couples held each other close, kissing in the moonlight. Love what a thing it is. It is kind and gentle yet brutal and painful. It will hold you in an intoxicating embrace. Then it will let you slip from its grasp leaving you in heartbreak. Love what a thing it is.
Music from a different time wafted up to her. It wasn't pounding and intense like the music in the club. It was calm and serene. A duet of pleasures in an already enchanting place. She could smell the scent of mouth-watering food and the flowery perfumes around her. The room seemed to swirl as couples danced around the room. Then she saw him. He stood out like a diamond in the ruff. He moved toward her. She saw nothing but him. He was tall and handsome. His hair was the darkest ebony, his eyes were hazel, and his skin was whiter than snow. His presence was commanding and hiss gaze held her in a vise. She was lost in his eyes, the windows to the soul. They showed wisdom and maturity, but they were cold and empty some how. She could not escape him even if she tried. He came closer holding out his hand to her. She took it and he led her to the center of the room. Hypnotized she danced with him. The world around her became unimportant. She saw only him and heard only him. A deep, dramatic voice spoke to her, "What are you called?" "Elizabeth," she answered in a daze. "A beautiful name and it fits you perfectly for you are one of great beauty and poise." His voice entranced her, drowning her in its depth, and making butterflies dance in her stomach. They twirled only touching each other's hands. She loved touching his hands. They dwarfed her own and were rough with calluses. But she didn't mind. Only he mattered and nothing else. The music stopped and suddenly she was aware of her surroundings. They bowed to each other. "I will see you again, sweet Elizabeth," he whispered into her ear then he disappeared into the crowd. She stood there for a moment to gather her bearings. Then she moved off to look for her best friend, Mary. Gasping she returned from her reverie and nearly fell from the roof. Shakily, she pulled herself into a safer spot and lay down.
She looked up at the moon and stars. It sat in the heavens a giant white orb, bathing her in its light. The only light that wouldn't harm her. The moon was her only friend. It was constant. Always there in the night sky to be her rock of support and it gave her the thing she wanted most. Light. It gave her hope and the only happiness in her life. The only problem was the moon's light couldn't warm her skin or make a flower bloom. She wished she could watch a flower open its petals to the world in the light. The real light from the sun not from a lamp. To her lamplight was fake and nothing compared to light from the sun that was still powerful even after a journey of millions of miles. The stars were nice too. Tiny little pinpricks of light against a black background. Every once in a while she would dream she was a star, giving off bright, powerful light in every direction. She couldn't even pretend to be a star she thought. 'They give off light and give hope to all that see them. I just give off darkness and bring pain and suffering.' Her vision blurred as tears formed and traced wet lines across her face. She couldn't hold them back. All the pain and anger and frustration that she had locked up inside herself for hundreds of years was released. It came spewing out and she cried and cried. She was so tired she just wanted to go to sleep. Her eyes started to close but then they jerked open. The moon, it was so low in the sky. Cursing herself she got up, wiping the dirt off her clothes. The sun would be up soon and it was tempting to lay back down and watch it rise. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't kill herself. As much as she wanted everything to be finished she just couldn't kill herself. She was afraid of what would happen when she truly died. Would she be surrounded in white light and be reunited with her friends and family? Or would she be plunged into the pits of hell to know only more pain and suffering? She didn't want to know it was too horrifying to contemplate. Slowly she walked over to the ladder and climbed down to the street. She walked though the alleyways and down the streets heading to her apartment, her only sanctuary.
Chapter 1
Anniversary
She retreated from the light and was engulfed in darkness. It was her mother, her teacher, her lover. But she longed for the light. For it's warming embrace. She longed to escape this retched place. For it was darkness, harsh and uncaring, and it would crush you in the night.
She ascended up the stairs. The lights weren't on. She didn't need light anyway. But saw the way in her memories. Sometimes she wished to banish them from her head. But they stayed and haunted her in her dreams. She wanted to forget what she was, what had made her this way, and everything she had done. She just wanted to be a normal woman that had nothing more to worry about than a job, finding a husband and having a child. But it was not to be. Not then, not now and not in the future. For today was the anniversary of her death and rebirth over three hundred years before.
The door to her apartment opened with a creak. Her keen eyes pierced the darkness. She maneuvered though the maze of furniture that was her living room and headed into the bedroom. Sighing she stripped her clothes dropping them in a heap to the floor. Then she took off her jewelry and placed it on the dresser. She glanced at her hand noticing a small scar on her thumb. A flash of memories surfaced and threatened to consume her but she pushed them away. Then she climbed into bed and drifted off into sleep.
The sun shone brightly over the city of Paris. A quaint garden sat behind a large house. From one tree hung a swing. A small child with hair darker then the night and sparkling green eyes bounded from the house followed by her father. She ran past flowers, shrubs, and trees her blue dress flowing behind her. Her father picked her up and perched her on the swing. With a push she swung high nearly touching the branches. Laughing and giggling she swung back and forth. When she had enough she jumped down and ran into her father's arms. "You are such a dear, Elizabeth," he said.
She jolted awake. She hadn't thought of that in many years. She wanted all of her memories to be like that, happy and serene without any pain or horror. 'Fate had other plans' she bitterly thought to herself. Shaken she fell back asleep bidding her memories not to return.
The day turned to night and the world was hers again. She emerged from the apartment building into the cool night air. Tonight was different than others. She usually spent the night and early mornings at clubs. Dancing in the wild fray of the party. She mingled with humanity. Trying to rekindle the fiery spark of life that had once burned within her. But her bloodlust always smothered it in a choking embrace. Tonight all her memories, her longings, and her sorrows came back to her. She could not escape them. They plagued her senses. Her eyes saw what happened long ago. Her ears heard a world that had long since died. Tonight she would watch humanity from a distance hidden in the shadows and in the heights.
She sat upon a rooftop, her legs dangling over the edge. Across the street was one of her favorite haunts. A club called Chemistry. The music was its heart. Everything followed its rousing pulse. The people were outgoing and boisterous, adventurous and lively. They were everything she wanted to be. Everything she once was. Perched high above the street she watched the people entering the club. They were talking and laughing. Couples held each other close, kissing in the moonlight. Love what a thing it is. It is kind and gentle yet brutal and painful. It will hold you in an intoxicating embrace. Then it will let you slip from its grasp leaving you in heartbreak. Love what a thing it is.
Music from a different time wafted up to her. It wasn't pounding and intense like the music in the club. It was calm and serene. A duet of pleasures in an already enchanting place. She could smell the scent of mouth-watering food and the flowery perfumes around her. The room seemed to swirl as couples danced around the room. Then she saw him. He stood out like a diamond in the ruff. He moved toward her. She saw nothing but him. He was tall and handsome. His hair was the darkest ebony, his eyes were hazel, and his skin was whiter than snow. His presence was commanding and hiss gaze held her in a vise. She was lost in his eyes, the windows to the soul. They showed wisdom and maturity, but they were cold and empty some how. She could not escape him even if she tried. He came closer holding out his hand to her. She took it and he led her to the center of the room. Hypnotized she danced with him. The world around her became unimportant. She saw only him and heard only him. A deep, dramatic voice spoke to her, "What are you called?" "Elizabeth," she answered in a daze. "A beautiful name and it fits you perfectly for you are one of great beauty and poise." His voice entranced her, drowning her in its depth, and making butterflies dance in her stomach. They twirled only touching each other's hands. She loved touching his hands. They dwarfed her own and were rough with calluses. But she didn't mind. Only he mattered and nothing else. The music stopped and suddenly she was aware of her surroundings. They bowed to each other. "I will see you again, sweet Elizabeth," he whispered into her ear then he disappeared into the crowd. She stood there for a moment to gather her bearings. Then she moved off to look for her best friend, Mary. Gasping she returned from her reverie and nearly fell from the roof. Shakily, she pulled herself into a safer spot and lay down.
She looked up at the moon and stars. It sat in the heavens a giant white orb, bathing her in its light. The only light that wouldn't harm her. The moon was her only friend. It was constant. Always there in the night sky to be her rock of support and it gave her the thing she wanted most. Light. It gave her hope and the only happiness in her life. The only problem was the moon's light couldn't warm her skin or make a flower bloom. She wished she could watch a flower open its petals to the world in the light. The real light from the sun not from a lamp. To her lamplight was fake and nothing compared to light from the sun that was still powerful even after a journey of millions of miles. The stars were nice too. Tiny little pinpricks of light against a black background. Every once in a while she would dream she was a star, giving off bright, powerful light in every direction. She couldn't even pretend to be a star she thought. 'They give off light and give hope to all that see them. I just give off darkness and bring pain and suffering.' Her vision blurred as tears formed and traced wet lines across her face. She couldn't hold them back. All the pain and anger and frustration that she had locked up inside herself for hundreds of years was released. It came spewing out and she cried and cried. She was so tired she just wanted to go to sleep. Her eyes started to close but then they jerked open. The moon, it was so low in the sky. Cursing herself she got up, wiping the dirt off her clothes. The sun would be up soon and it was tempting to lay back down and watch it rise. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't kill herself. As much as she wanted everything to be finished she just couldn't kill herself. She was afraid of what would happen when she truly died. Would she be surrounded in white light and be reunited with her friends and family? Or would she be plunged into the pits of hell to know only more pain and suffering? She didn't want to know it was too horrifying to contemplate. Slowly she walked over to the ladder and climbed down to the street. She walked though the alleyways and down the streets heading to her apartment, her only sanctuary.
