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The Writer
Jaya
The Terror that Lurks In The
Night
On A'Hollow's Eve
By: The Writer
~*~ Jaya ~*~
Started: 10/27/99
.....Creepy
Crawlies.....
Darkness slowly creeps,
Across the lands,
A chilly wind blows,
Sending shivers down your
spin,
Ghosts and Ghouls are
wondering,
Little daemons with devil's
ears,
Roam abroad this night,
In search of innocent little
souls,
A full moon raises,
Over witch finger tree
tops,
Their leaves have
fallen
They raise,
Their dead branches
Towards the heavens
A wolf howls,
Deep in the forbidden
forest,
Slowly blood creeps across the
moon,
Don't speak a word,
Least the little devil
daemon,
Slips down your throat,
Tonight terror,
lucks far and wide,
Shut your doors,
And keep them locked,
They come in many
forms,
Even in the guise of a
child
Beware of the terror
That lurks in the
night,
It wants you,
And it wants me,
The night is cold,
The earth is dead,
The moons turned a blood
red,
A'Hollow's Eve is here,
Only once a year it
comes,
Each time,
Bringing
Fear and terror
With it's dark fingers,
To engulf a waiting
world,
Will you service
Or will it take you,
This night....
Blood drips,
From pointed fangs,
A limp body crumples,
To the dew wet grass,
And a chill,
Spreads across the
land....
Who will live,
Through this night,
To see the next day?
And who will not...
The night was cold, and they were all gathered in the
living room of the house. A nice cheery fire burned brightly in the fire place,
sharing it's warmth and light with those in the room. Out side a chilly wind
blew, tinny icy drops of rain against the window, with a driving force. The
leaves on the trees in the forest were almost all on the ground now, and only
one or two still clung stubbornly to their trees, fluttering madly in the wind
that drove the rain before it in silver sheets. Low dark angry clouds obscured a
full silver moon that high just above the trees of the forest, every now and
then a silver beam would peak through the clouds only to disappear a few seconds
later as the clouds closed in over the gap again...
Ryo leaned back against Byakuen with a contented little
sigh, his black hair spilling and mixing with the tigers white fur. Byakuen's
purr was so loud it could be heard through out the whole room, it was even
louder then Shu who was fast asleep on the couch with his mouth open, snoring
just as loud as could be. Touma glanced around the room over the top of his book
with a slight smile, everything was peaceful tonight the way he liked it. Shu
turned over, slightly closing his mouth, a peaceful happy look on his face. Ryo
sat with Byakuen before the fire staring with slightly glazed eyes into it's
depth, watching as the fire lept and felt in some wild dance that he couldn't
even guess at. Seiji sat in the far corner staring out the window a hot steaming
cup of tea in his hands. The fire light glinted and glistened off his golden
hair. Shin was curled up in the bean bag, in the corner next to the fire, a
large multi colored blue blanket wrapped around his body, his head was lying on
his arms and his hair looked red in the light from the fire. The book he had
been reading lay face down on the floor next to the open hand that had once held
it up so that he could read it in the light from the fire. Nasti sat on the
floor, leaning back against the couch, her air falling in curtains around her
face, as she worked on the cross stitch she'd started.... *he frowned
thoughtfully in puzzlement* ~When had she started that piece?~ he couldn't
remember. Nasti glanced up at him and smiled slightly the fire light covering
half her face in shadow, while writhing the other side was wreathed in a warm
yellow glow contrasting nicely with the dark blue of the dress she was wearing.
Then she turned back to her cross stitch slowly drawing the needle in and out of
the taunt cloth. Suddenly she pricked her finger, with a little gasp she dropped
the needle and stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking the tinny drop of blood of
it's tip. Then she took it out of her mouth and picked up the needle again,
sticking it into the white cloth. With a contented little sigh Touma sat back
letting it go, as he turned his attention back to the book he still
held...
It was dark in the room when Touma woke up again outside
the storm was still ragging, and he could still hear the sharp crack of thunder
every now and then. But it wasn't as close as it had been before, it was
starting to move of. There was a bed or dim red embers in the fire place that
had once held the lively fire. Ryo and Byakuen had disappeared long ago, moving
tiredly up the stairs. Seiji to had left, though he didn't remember hearing or
seeing him leave. Shin and Shu were still fast asleep, and Shu was still snoring
rather loudly. Nasti's cross stitch lay on the little table at the end of the
couch, the little bag of threads lay on top of it, and there was a tinny glint
of silver off the needle she'd been using. Touma sighed, and slowly pulled
himself into a sitting position, closing the book that had been laying across
his chest where it had fallen when he'd nodded off. Standing up, he walked over
to the bean bag, running a hand through his mused blue hair.
"Come on Shin,"he said kicking the bean bag,"It's bed
time."
"Uuggg,"muttered Shin, rolling over to curled up on his
side.
"Geeze,"Touma, bent down and pulled the blanket off. Shin
lay there for a minute more then slowly uncurled stretching with a cat like
yawn.
"Touma,"he whined,"Why'd you have ta do
that."
"Know what time it is?"asked Touma,"I'm going to wake up
Shu."
"Good luck,"said Shin, standing up with another
yawn,"Night, I'm going to bed."
"Night,"replied Touma, going over to where Shu lay his
face pressed into the couch. He hesitated then decided it wasn't worth the
trouble trying to wake Shu up, so he turned leaving him lying on the
couch...
Tossing his book onto the bed Touma sighed, glancing over
to where Seiji lay fast asleep on the other bed. Then shrugged, pulling his
shirt off with a large yawn, throwing back the covers he started to climb under
them. He stopped with a slight frown, before getting up again, slipping the
fuzzy blue slippers onto his feet. With another yawn Touma stepped back out into
the hallway....
A figure stood in the darkness watching Shu, who still
lay fast asleep on the couch. With a muffled sound Shu, rolled over one arm
hanging off the couch, a rough weave patter cris-crossed his other cheek. His
nose wiggled, and he mumbled something intangible, reaching up with a sluggish
arm to rub his nose before he rolled back over, his back to the figure standing
in the door. Bluish gray eyes glinted with an evil light from the shadows. The
shadow's shifted as the slime, figure moved from the shadows, pausing to glanced
out the window as a crag of lightening, flashed across the sky, elimination the
room for a second. The figure paused staring down at the sleeping Shu before
kneeling next to the couch, running a white hand through the slate gray, almost
black hair with a gently jerk the scruffy faded yellow head band fell in a
little pool of color on the dark floor. Shu shifted slightly as the hand strayed
down along his rather short neck, lingered at the edge of the organ tank top he
was wearing. White fangs gleaned as a suddenly shaft of moon light pierced the
darkness of the room, the figure bent savoring the moment before the end, then
sank it's fangs into it's unsuspecting victims neck... Shu moaned softly, and
suddenly his eyes flew open all he could see in the darkness was blue, he
blinked as it pulled away, red blood dripping from the fangs. Shu blinked, as
the world faded into black, his body went slack, but his eyes remained open
staring blankly up at the face of the person who stood over him... Slowly the
figure reached down closing Shu's eye lids. ~Forgive me~ whispered the figure in
a low deep voice ~I'm sorry.~ With that the figure turned, slipping silently
back up the stairs.
Touma sighed as he stepped out of the bathroom, yawning
as he glanced a the iridescent dials of the clock in the hall. It read 12:00.
~Strange~ he frowned slightly, he could have sword it was later then that.... He
moved a little closer to look at it, surprised to find that the hands weren't
moving. ~The batters must have died~ he reasoned. ~I'll have to change it
tomorrow.~ He started towards the room he shared with Seiji then thought better.
Grabbing his book off the pillow he glanced over at Seiji, with a slight smile,
before leaving...
Shin slept peacefully in his bed, dreaming happily of
swimming with fish. Overhead brilliant sun show, it's light refracted and thrown
through the clear blue water all around him. Silvery flickers caught his gaze,
and he turned as the fish moved and swam all around him, tickling across his
bare skin. He smiled racing with them, through the lovely depths of the sea.
Below strange yet beautiful arrangements of brain coral, and fan coral of so
many colors you couldn't' even name all of them, lovely yellows, deep reds, dark
purples and blues, light pinks, golden oranges, and pure whites. Deep soft
expanses of white golden sand spread out between the large and intricate clumps
of coral. Colorful fish swam and flicked among the frawns of coral, see anemias
waved tinny little tentacles in the air. Sea urchins, lined the base of the
corals and a little way out into the sand, always in groups of twos or threes
never alone. Their lethal looking black spikes raised up towards the sun light,
tinny fish flicked and darted among the spikes... Lazy lion fish waved their
strange fins in the water, their yellow, red, organs, and white scales strange
in the refracted sun light from over head. Shin smiled his red auburn hair
flowing free around his face in the warm sun light water....
The dark figure stared down at him, wondering what lovely
dream he was having to have such a happy look on his face. ~At least he'll die
happy.~ the voice in the figures head whispered, brushing the bangs out of
Shin's face with on white finger. The book Shin had been reading discarded on
the floor next to the bed. The bed that Shu usually occupied was empty and un
slept in, the white curtains over the window, ruffled slightly. The figured
looked up, to find the window open a large dark spot on the floor under the
window, where the rain had blown in. Out side it had stopped raining, but the
sky over head was still covered with dark clouds, that raced and chased each
other across the sky, as though blown by some wind high over head that didn't
quiet reach the dark city below... The figure turned back to Shin's sleeping
form, wondering what it would be like to kiss the soft lips, that were slightly
parted and smiling up at the figure. Gently the white hand, pushed Shin's head
to the side exposing the white neck, slightly hidden by the folds of the light
blue blanket that had been pulled all the way up around his chin to keep out the
cold that had invaded the room, from the open window. Eyes that looked deep
blue, stared down without pity without any feeling what so ever in their dark
almost gray depths. The dark figure knelt, a flash of dark blue, viable as
lightning rippled across the sky... Then there was darkness again, a soft gleam
off silver fangs once again extended. A tongue ran along the bottom row of teeth
as the figure leaned forward running the tips of his fangs across the white skin
of the soft venerable neck laid out before him... It hesitated, look up at
Shin's peaceful face, a little shudder running through his body as the cold
fangs touch the bare skin of his neck again. Turning away the thing sank it's
fangs deep into the white skin, savoring the tangy metallic taste of the blood
as it followed slowly out it's host and into it's throat.... Finally it stood,
licking the last remains of the dried blood of it's lips, with a satisfied
little growl. Shin lay still on the bed, he took a last shuddering breath and
then lay still never to move again. ~You'll live in my memory little fish.~ the
low voice whispered turning in the darkness to leave the room...
The white hands appeared from under the warm folds of the
dark blue blanket, to brush the dark hair back of the cold blue eyes, that
stared at the dark closed door before it. The hand hesitated above the door nob
that reflected the little light that was viable in the hallway, then the hand
closed over the door nob and turned it....
Byakuen raised his head slightly as the door opened to
see the slime figure with the long blue hair wrapped in a dark blue blanket. He
growled a soft welcome, and stood up with a huff.
"You wana go out?"the figure asked nodding quietly
towards the balcony,"It's stopped raining,"Byakuen glanced at Ryo's sleeping
form on the bed, his hair more blue in the intermittent light of the moon then
it was black,"Don't worry Byakuen,"the figure smiled,"I'll take care of him."
Byakuen hesitated then nodded a silent affirmative, walking with a lazy power to
the balcony doors, waiting for the figure to open them for him. As soon as they
were open he slipped out leaping easily over the railing to the wet ground of
the back yard before lopping off into the woods, leaving the slime figure to
stare after him before quickly closing the balcony door turning to look at the
sleeping figure on the bed. There was a flash of teal in the blue colored eyes
as the figure stood next to the bed, admiring the way the dark tan skin clashed
with the white of the sheets, that had slide down around Ryo's waist. Somewhere
out side a night bird called the figure glanced out the window for a minute
before turning back to Ryo, who murmured something, and rolled over. The figure
smiled it liked the way the dark eye lashes lay softly on the dark ebony skin,
the way the dark bangs fell across the face, half obscuring it some times.
Slowly it sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to bother the sleeping
figure.
"Ryo,"whispered the soft voice almost too low to be heard
almost as though a breath of the window had whispered it instead of the figure
that sat there,"Sweet Ryo." The figure leaned forward, to brush it's lips
against Ryo's then moving slowly down to his neck. It could feel the pulse of
the blood running just beneath the skin, as the lips touched the warm ebony
skin. Hesitating the fangs extended on their own, poised just above the side of
the long slender neck below it, ready to strike.
"Nasti,"muttered Ryo, pulling away suddenly. The figure
pulled back slightly curling it's red lips to hide the white fangs. But he
didn't wake, just shifted slightly, before settling back down. The figure let
out a little sigh, then moved closer again, placing one hand on the other side
of Ryo's body as it leaned closer and closer. The gently raise and fall of Ryo's
check and the feel of his warm breath of it's cheek and forehead, brushing the
long bangs gently out of it's face. It hesitated then clamped it's warm wet lips
over the smooth dry skin. Closing it's eyes in blissful pleasure as the warm
wetness ran down it's throat. The breath from Ryo's lips grew fainter and
fainter, and the trickle of metallic tasting blood grew less. At last it pulled
away, brushing the back of its pale white hand across Ryo's cheek. ~I love you.~
It whispered, standing up, and turning silently from the now lifeless form on
the bed. A single silver tear slipped down it's check, to hand on the tip of
it's nose, before it fell as if in slow motion to the floor...
**Grin anyone know who it is yet? Or do you just think
you know who it is? It may not be who you think, but let's see that's three
down, with three left. Which one of them is it?? Don't you wish you knew....
Well keep reading and I'm sure you'll find out, though you make not like what
you find.... **evil grin.**
Touma lay on the ratty old couch in the attic, setting
his book down with a sigh, he reached over his shoulder to switch off the little
off white lamp that sat on the little table at the end of the couch. Scooting
down and pulling the dark multi colored blanket up a little closer around
himself. Staring up at the sky light over his head, out side the sky was almost
clear now. Only a few scattered clouds scuttled quickly across the sky, as
though in a hurry to get somewhere or away from something. There were only a few
stars out tonight, the light of the full moon too bright for many of them to be
viable, though there were a few that could be seen here and there across the
velvety black sky.
