Shadowy Reunion
Chapter 1:Shaken
By: Magelet
Shaken.
One of the three things that Jenny Thornton felt. Shaken, lost, and a need to be held. She felt scared and alone,
but nothing could seem to help her. She was looking weak, too- thin and unkempt. Her best friend in the whole world, not to
mention her boyfriend, was dead. Gone forever, beyond her reach.
Like Julian.
She didn't know what caused her to think of the shadow man. The one with snow-white hair and impossibly colored blue
eyes. He had loved her. He loved her so much that he had let her go and sacrificed himself - let himself be un-made instead
of her being taken into the shadow world and toyed with like other victims. And somehow, after all that he put her and her
friends through, and, actually, during that time, she had fallen in love with him too. And somehow now, without a doubt, she
knew that she needed him.
Badly.
It figured that the time Tom had to die would be Christmas time, their favorite time of the year. Eighteen. Too young
to die. He would have been nineteen soon after and now almost twenty. Tom had learned to accept that she cared about Julian,
but that she would always be faithful to him- as long as he was alive, anyway, and they loved each other. He even let her
wear Julian's ring in remembrance of him and the Shadow Man's love for her.
The ring.
The ring had first brought trouble between the two, before Tom had come to and understanding. Tom felt that she was
Julian's and that there was nothing that he could do. The inscription in the ring had read 'All I refuse & thee I chuse'.
When Julian had been un-made - she now choked at the thought - the words had changed to 'I am my only master'. She wished
that she could believe it. But he'd still disappeared into the shadows before her eyes.
Shadows.
Even shadows reminded Jenny of him. Her Shadow Man. She pulled a blue-gray cardigan around herself and paced the
small-ish room. She was glad to have a dorm room to herself this year. Collage was all work and no fun for her, at parties
she was literally left in the dark. In the shadows that reminded her of him. She didn't even go home for Christmas this year,
why bother, she was depressed and no one could help. And it was Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve.
The eve of her once-favorite holiday meant absolutely nothing to her this year. No amount of the 'innocence' or
'sweetness' that Julian had told her that she possessed could effect her dark mood. Her friends had desperately tried on
many occasions and failed. She shuffled over to her desk and plopped down in the chair, almost glad at the feeling of a
slight pain in her neck from the sudden jolt, because it hinted that she could still feel something- physical pain. She
picked up a pen and put it to the paper and began to wright.
A letter.
'I know that you can't read this Julian, but I miss you more than anything. I told you that I cared about you. I
never told you that I love you and need you. You said you needed me, loved me, but I never returned the favor. I never knew
it myself until Tom died. The feelings I had for him dammed up the flood of emotion for you. I can't think about much else.
I know you're gone, but I can't bare the fact much longer. I almost died once and you saved me. Dying wasn't so bad, at
least I had no feeling. I can feel almost nothing now as it is. there wouldn't be much change, except for that I might be at
peace, and I might be with Tom or you. If only you were here with me, everything would be right.'
*Yawn*
She picked up the paper, dropping the pen. How could she write something like that? She snorted inwardly - that was
an easy one; it was almost exactly how she felt - all alone and almost suicidal. It scared her. But it was late. Tears
trickling down her face she slid the letter under her pillow and laid down, wrapping herself in her blankets as if to be
protected from the darkness and loneliness that the air around her reeked with. She buried her face in her pillow and cried
herself to sleep. As she drifted off, she thought of the one word that would describe best how she, Jenny, now felt.
Shaken.
Chapter 1:Shaken
By: Magelet
Shaken.
One of the three things that Jenny Thornton felt. Shaken, lost, and a need to be held. She felt scared and alone,
but nothing could seem to help her. She was looking weak, too- thin and unkempt. Her best friend in the whole world, not to
mention her boyfriend, was dead. Gone forever, beyond her reach.
Like Julian.
She didn't know what caused her to think of the shadow man. The one with snow-white hair and impossibly colored blue
eyes. He had loved her. He loved her so much that he had let her go and sacrificed himself - let himself be un-made instead
of her being taken into the shadow world and toyed with like other victims. And somehow, after all that he put her and her
friends through, and, actually, during that time, she had fallen in love with him too. And somehow now, without a doubt, she
knew that she needed him.
Badly.
It figured that the time Tom had to die would be Christmas time, their favorite time of the year. Eighteen. Too young
to die. He would have been nineteen soon after and now almost twenty. Tom had learned to accept that she cared about Julian,
but that she would always be faithful to him- as long as he was alive, anyway, and they loved each other. He even let her
wear Julian's ring in remembrance of him and the Shadow Man's love for her.
The ring.
The ring had first brought trouble between the two, before Tom had come to and understanding. Tom felt that she was
Julian's and that there was nothing that he could do. The inscription in the ring had read 'All I refuse & thee I chuse'.
When Julian had been un-made - she now choked at the thought - the words had changed to 'I am my only master'. She wished
that she could believe it. But he'd still disappeared into the shadows before her eyes.
Shadows.
Even shadows reminded Jenny of him. Her Shadow Man. She pulled a blue-gray cardigan around herself and paced the
small-ish room. She was glad to have a dorm room to herself this year. Collage was all work and no fun for her, at parties
she was literally left in the dark. In the shadows that reminded her of him. She didn't even go home for Christmas this year,
why bother, she was depressed and no one could help. And it was Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve.
The eve of her once-favorite holiday meant absolutely nothing to her this year. No amount of the 'innocence' or
'sweetness' that Julian had told her that she possessed could effect her dark mood. Her friends had desperately tried on
many occasions and failed. She shuffled over to her desk and plopped down in the chair, almost glad at the feeling of a
slight pain in her neck from the sudden jolt, because it hinted that she could still feel something- physical pain. She
picked up a pen and put it to the paper and began to wright.
A letter.
'I know that you can't read this Julian, but I miss you more than anything. I told you that I cared about you. I
never told you that I love you and need you. You said you needed me, loved me, but I never returned the favor. I never knew
it myself until Tom died. The feelings I had for him dammed up the flood of emotion for you. I can't think about much else.
I know you're gone, but I can't bare the fact much longer. I almost died once and you saved me. Dying wasn't so bad, at
least I had no feeling. I can feel almost nothing now as it is. there wouldn't be much change, except for that I might be at
peace, and I might be with Tom or you. If only you were here with me, everything would be right.'
*Yawn*
She picked up the paper, dropping the pen. How could she write something like that? She snorted inwardly - that was
an easy one; it was almost exactly how she felt - all alone and almost suicidal. It scared her. But it was late. Tears
trickling down her face she slid the letter under her pillow and laid down, wrapping herself in her blankets as if to be
protected from the darkness and loneliness that the air around her reeked with. She buried her face in her pillow and cried
herself to sleep. As she drifted off, she thought of the one word that would describe best how she, Jenny, now felt.
Shaken.