This is my story
The characters are mine
All concepts of the Green and Red Bird are mine
The velassi world i use is Deliah deSoras
Everything else is mine
The Virgin Mary stared down upon the marble floor with hollow, seemingly uncaring eyes.
Abel sat in the front pew, legs crossed, fidgeting with his pant leg. Images and thoughts bombarded his mind, as always. Images he had never seen before in the outside, or thoughts he had never heard.
This church was where he always came, sitting in the same spot, and staring at the same statue.
Soft moonlight showed the characteristics in Abel's face. Hazel eyes and dark, almost black, brown hair framed a narrow nose and wide mouth. Many thought him beautiful. But Abel thought of himself as ordinary.
Except for the mind games.
Some thought of him as schizophrenic, others merely thought he had lost his mind. He was almost never aware of what was occuring around him.
When Abel was young, he witnessed the murder of his parents. His Father and Sire were both burned at the stake, accused of being the Devil. His Sire had laughed saying, "How can we both be the Devil, when there is but one Devil?". Then he burned, his ash, along with his mate's, scattered across the ground.
A single red tear slid down Abel's face, but no emotion reflected in his eyes. His grip on his pants became painful, and his brow furrowed for a moment, then the emotion was gone. Leaving bloody welts in his thigh.
He stood up quietly, bowed to the Virgin Mary, and started back to his brother's home.
His foot steps were quick and swift, as he hurried to Lawrence's castle. He stepped through the door quietly, removing his shoes, and padded down the hallway.
Unfortunately, his brother heard him.
"Abel, come here for a moment will you?" called Lawrence.
Abel sighed and quickly hurried to the lounge, where his brother resided. His eyes widened for a moment, then returend back to their emotionless state.
Sitting in a red velvet chair, was a sire. From what Abel could tell he was tall, about 6'5, and muscular. He had long black hair that seemed to reach past the small of his back, and peircing yellow eyes that stared at Abel. He wore a long black robe that gathered on the floor near his feet, he seemed very elegant.
"Abel this is Elam, he will be staying with us for as long as he needs to rest from his journey."
Elam stood and made a small bowing motion, " It is very nice to make your aquantince, Abel".
Abel briefly nodded his head, not speaking. Lawrence gave him a sharp look. Abel sighed, "It is very nice to meet you, if there is anything you need please let me know". Abel's words seemed to be rehursed.
Elam smiled gently, and sat back down in the red velvet chair.
"Abel, you should get some rest, and clean off your leg before you go to bed tonight", Lawrence said, worry etched in his voice.
Abel nodded to his brother, and swiftly stepped out into the hall. /This sire, he feels, strange, thought Abel. He shook it off and hurried to his rooms, where he stripped off his clothing and washed his wound. He pulled a night shirt out of his dresser and pulled it over his head. He climbed into the small bed and closed his eyes, praying for restful sleep, that never came.
The chapters get longer
The story becomes much more developed
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