Hey, this is Sherry.
i know, im all broken up about it 2. K, ur probably lost, but since u followed the link, then u know sumthing about phoebe and cole. Tragedy, isn't it? The belonged 2gether. (sigh).
well, this is phoebe's past life. The idea was came to me in the middle of algebra (I know, dats where most of my ideas come, but wat do u expect me to do, pay attention?). Anyway, I won't tell you who phoebe is, but u'll probably figure it out. I know how hard it is to accept different time-lines, but plz bear w/ me here, i promise u'll luv it! Im also gonna thank u (if u've gotten dis far) 4 bothering w/ this, normally, i don't read AU's either, but im trying sumthing new, so, dats all 4 now, enjoy the story…………………….
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"If he keeps this up we'll have him slaughtered!" an out-raged horse-tamer roared. His latest protégée was refusing to cooperate. It was an Arabian horse, young, and very powerful, yet to be broken. The last two accomplices the tamer had sent were both terrified of getting within a meter range of the livid beast. A sleek black coat covered its sturdy muscles, the mane, dark as well, was tinted with red. It was a majestic creature. But dangerous as well.
"NO!" a young woman ran through the courtyard to the horse's pen. "You will do no such thing." She commanded, her face set in determination, a wild mass of curly hair blowing around her heart-shaped face, and large chocolate colored eyes. Her dress, a passionate crimson, matched her persona, the loose, long skirts folding around her legs, it revealed her ivory shoulders, the fabric hugging and hiding every curve. She was a beauty, but a foolish girl, no less. The tamer tried to reason with her.
"Duchess, please, the horse is uncontrollable."
"Then allow me to tame him, Christophe." She offered as if she were offering an invitation to a ball, rather than to discipline a monster that could send her past the seven seas with one swift kick. Christophe tried to stifle his laughter.
"Malady, that horse could easily kill you. He is dangerous, and must be removed immediately."
"At least let me try." She stated gently, blinking her eyes seductively, it took all of Christophe's power to resist.
"I cannot allow it."
"Then don't" the girl replied flippantly, and sprinted to the animal's pen, and through the gates, locking them behind her. 'Oh dear god' Christophe thought 'what will her father say when he finds out the duchess was killed by a horse, and I allowed it, I shall be fortunate to come out of the council alive!'.
She approached the horse slowly, it stood still. She began humming, quietly at first, and then louder, until she began singing, sweetly. She had the loveliest voice, anyone who had heard her would agree, but now she was singing softly, so only the creature facing her would hear. It seemed to calm down. She stepped a bit closer, suddenly; the beast rose on its hind legs, and moaned furiously, kicking its front legs violently. Christophe, who had been watching with wonder, now wanted to hide, the idiotic girl, thought she could cultivate this brute when men twice her size had failed? Her death would determine his fate.
The horse, now nearly reaching two and a half meters faced her. She reached up and grabbed it's nuzzle, holding onto it despite the animal's struggles to flee from her grasp. She pulled it down further until it was facing her, looking into its eyes, she whispered gently.
"You're a strong one aren't you, you're not gonna be tamed. You're wild; I wish I could be like you. Free. And so powerful, like a demon. That's what I'll call you, you're my Demon, aren't you, baby. All mine. No one can break you, darling. No one."
It was silent now, looking back into her eyes. It trusted her. She ran her hand along its silky mane, and climbed on top. The horse wore no saddle, yet she was able to gracefully balance herself on it. Leaning down, she murmured one word into his ear.
"Go." The horse charged forward with such speed, she should have been thrown off, she wasn't. It rode up to the gate, and stopped. Shrieks of joy emerged from the crowd.
"The duchess has tamed the Arabian beast!"
Smiling, she got off of the horse. Christophe reached her immediately.
"Great work, malady, I knew you would succeed." Alright, a small lie, but she knows it is not the truth, "Now, allow me to take him off of your hands, however, his taming was at your hand, what do you wish to name him?"
"His name is Demon, and Christophe, this is my personal horse, ensure that no other rides him."
Christophe's reply was cut short by the horses loud detests at being led away by the stable hand. She walked up to him, and whispered a few words in his ear, and after he was agreeably taken. 'The girl's a miracle worker' the tamer thought to himself. Pity, no one ever found out what she had whispered to the horse.
"Cassandra!" a strict voice boomed from the courtyard. It was Madame De Winter, Duchess Cassandra's personal tutor. She was hired for the girl by her father to make sure she didn't get into too much trouble. She failed miserably. Of course, her father knew this; it was more for his personal amusement to see the Madame fuming daily over his daughter's behavior.
"Cassandra Beudon, (pronounced Badon) what in the world are you doing in the horse pen, you are meant to be completing your Latin translation." Cassandra sighed, she was twenty-one, and perfectly capable of translating a chapter of Latin, it was actually meant as more of an activity to keep her busy, than a lesson meant for learning.
"I already completed it, Madame." Alright, a little falsity, but the Madame no longer scrutinized her every word like she did when Cassandra was twelve.
"Well, come along then, you need to prepare for the afternoon tea, you are expecting visitors." The Madame retorted, then turned around haughtily, and rushed back to the mansion. Cassandra obliged, and began gracefully moving after her, cursing under her breath, in words no lady should have ever even heard.
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Power. Strength. Might. Force. Authority. Influence. Control. Supremacy. Dominance. Sway. Command. Vigor. Intensity. Ability. Capacity. Potential. Danger.
All contained in a glass ball.
He smiled. And it was his. All his.
He hovered over a small fragile sphere of burning light. Inside it, power, striking out like lightening, but held within the globe, raged furiously. Fueled by his words, spoken softly in Latin, loud enough only so they reached its surface. It was growing stronger. No, not growing, awakening, from a dormant state. One it had been in far too long.
He ran one gloved hand over the smooth, sleek, almost fluid surface. Still cold, despite of the heat contained within.
"Lucifer, I've found it! I've finally found it!"
The man turned to face the thrilled woman behind him, overjoyed with the end of her quest. Her tall, slim stature covered in a tight black dress. Straight white-blonde hair hung around her face, and her pristine snow-white skin created contrast between her ruby-red lips, and sparkling green eyes, shining with the intensity of youth and hope. She clutched a few sheets of paper in her hands.
She was very beautiful. And smart, just a bit too, naïve. Now he faced her fully, irritated she had interrupted his chant. She ignored her companion's lack of excitement and continued, pacing around the cavern restlessly, the wide smile never leaving her face.
"We've done it, Lucifer. I've found the spell, now the power can be, will be, ours!"
"No. Not ours Zelda, mine." Lucifer responded, purring her name, the words murmured slowly, emotionlessly. Set in stone. He face fell, the smile disappeared.
"What? You promised, Lucifer, you promised me." She cried, tears brimming her eyes, but fury flaring out of her words.
"Yes, I know. But, that changed. Things change. See, you've found what I need. But, I no longer need you. So, leave." He answered absently, stretching each word out, each seeming to form a sentence of their own. He had turned around half way through his irreverent statement, and was once again staring at the globe.
"Leave? I have every right over the forbidden arts! You, you would be nothing without me!"
"Yes, but that was a long time ago. And now, I have what I wanted." He motioned toward the glass dome, the energy enclosed in it now silent.
"That power is as much mine as it is yours. More!" she screamed, reaching for it desperately. He grabbed her wrist firmly, holding it so tight she writhed pain. A fire danced in his eyes, but his voice was just as fluid and calm.
"No, wrong again, Zelda, so, leave," He paused, a ball of pure energy forming in his hand "before I make you."
She cried out, pulling her hand away from his grip. Then her body fell down-wards, liquidizing into a thick black puddle. It re-appeared in her private chambers, rising from the ground, forming back into her shape. Her hands formed into fists, and she cried in anguish.
"It belonged to me, that power belonged to me!" she sobbed, dropping down to the ground, her entire body shaking with anger. She thought he loved her. She thought he cared. "You used me!"
"DAMN YOU, BLOODY HOAR!" Lucifer roared in his cavern. The spell, she had gone with the spell, he needed the spell. Trying to calm his aggravation, he re-appeared in her chambers, to find the woman he had once seen as so strong, huddled asleep on the floor. She had been so easy to lure, with the promise of power, she had rushed over to his side. But the spell, it was no longer in her hand.
Enraged once more, he turned around, his mid-night black cloak spinning around his strong body. The anger died down once he saw the papers near the burning fire. The edges slightly charred. They must have fallen out of the fire. He smiled cunningly. The hoar never had aim. Picking them up wistfully, he once again re-appeared in the cavern.
His smile was exchanged for a look of horror. Soldiers. The Governor's soldiers had flooded his cavern, overturning tables, throwing vials of the most precious potions on the ground, burning spells that had taken years to complete. His hand, the one that held the charred papers in, went limp, and dropped them on the ground. One of the soldiers was about to smash the globe Lucifer held so dear.
"Wait." A man in his twenties approached the soldier. He was dressed not in the uniform, but clothing far too rich for anything other than the best. His short, yet strong body approached the soldier, and took the globe from him. "Allow me to take this."
The soldier bowed his head, and continued on his quest to demolish everything that Lucifer had worked for. Everything he held dear. "Phillip" he hissed under his breath recognizing the governor's son. He couldn't see his face from that position, but he would recognize that voice any-where.
Realizing there was nothing left here any-more, and that he would soon be discovered, he faded away. A few minutes later, the soldiers left the havoc that was, to them, nothing but a mission, leaving behind a mess of shattered glass, and ashes. They did not notice the few sheets of slightly charred paper laying on the ground.
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Cassandra woke with a start. She looked around the room, frightened of what she might see, but sighed with relief as she recognized the plush setting of her bedroom. Slowly, she slid out of bed, from between the massive, plump pillows. Her tight, laced, oh-so-delicate white night-gown reached the ground as she moved from under the canopy, and reached for the ornate handle of one of the smaller drawers of her dresser.
She removed the sheets of loose paper, diary, and boxes of jewels that greeted her when she pulled the drawer open. Reaching to the back, her fingers found the small handle. Pulling it upward, the floor of her drawer pulled out. She carefully placed the wooden board on her dresser. Only then did she look down at the contents of the hidden section of her drawer.
She did not know what her night-mare had meant. She never did, but she had them. Often. Cassandra Badon was a smart- no-clever, girl. She knew that what she saw was not just a random sequence of images, create in one's un-conscience whilst they are asleep to review the events of the day. What she saw was real. She just didn't know how.
She lifted the delicate necklace from the dusty drawer. The pendant was suspended from a fragile silver chain, which was very beautiful, but the pendant itself. That was special. She knew it.
A small sphere. Crawling around it were silver vines, blackened with age. Embedded, sometimes hidden in them, were small glittering gems. She was not sure what they were, but they could easily hold her gaze. But it was not the frail, lovely, silver-work, or even the mysterious precious stones set in the most unusual design that peeked Cassandra's interest, it was something else.
In the glass sphere the pendant held, was a liquid. A deep violet color, caressed by the glass. She brushed her hair to the side, and slipped the necklace around her neck. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, and wished that he could be here.
The content in the sphere began to change. It faded from purple to…..
Blood-red.
Cassandra smiled.
She knew the necklace's secret.
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Oooooh! Suspense. But u hav 2 wait 4 da rest (i refuse 2 update til' i get 10 reviews) meanwhile, try and guess who he is! then u can include ur guess when u press that cute little bluish button next 2 da words SUBMIT A REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I luv getting feed-back on my work, nd other phoebe/cole supporters. Thanx, so much, nd I'll c u 10 reviews l8tr! Buhbye ☺
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