Title: The Immortal
Author: La Lune
E-mail: la_lune86@hotmail.com
Website: www.geocities.com/la_lune86
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Alternate Reality with some Horror and Angst
::Standard Disclaimers Apply::
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'All men desire to be immortal.'
-Theodore Parker
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Chapter 1: Early to Bed, Early to Rise
Serena awoke with a fuzzy head, disoriented. She immediately
noticed the unfamiliar surroundings and took them in accordingly. The
walls were the color of watered down pea soup; there was a bureau
against the wall to her right, which appeared to be made out of oak
like the other pieces of wooden furniture placed throughout the room,
including a writing desk and chair situated beneath a window on the
wall opposing the bureau. There was an end table beside the bed she
currently occupied, she guessed it contained a Bible in the drawer, not
that she cared of course, she wasn't planning on skimming through it
later on anyway. There was a round table in the middle of the room
with two chairs over top a wool rug of some sort, Serena strained her
neck in order to make out the rose pattern that adorned it. The bed
she was in was wooden, naturally -- it was big, at least a full but it
could have been a queen. The sheets were ivory and she could feel they
were expensive even through her dressing gown. There was a goose
feather quilt folded at the foot of the bed and she would have reached
for it to help fight off the chill she was feeling if it wasn't for the
fact that both her arms and legs were tied to the bed's wooden frame.
She strained a little against her bonds but stopped when the cloth
began to irritate the skin on her wrists.
She switched her attention once more to her surroundings, there
were a few lamps but none were on, it was light outside. Next to the
bureau there was a garish looking watercolor of an overly quaint little
cottage scene, Serena new for a fact if handed a paintbrush and canvas
even in her slightly awkward state she could do better. Besides this
there was not much more to comment on, other than a few odd knickknacks
here and there. Overall the feeling of the room was homey, too homey.
So much in fact Serena found the knickknacks, quilts, and the damn
watercolor more stifling than comforting. She planned on telling the
first person to come in her observation.
Serena didn't know when someone would come though; she didn't
know what time it was, or the day, she didn't know how long she had
been unconscious, or how long she had been there. She had never been
in an asylum before.
To be continued...
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Author's Notes: No vampires are planned for this version, sorry! I
want to delve more deeply into the immortality theme with this one. I
hope you enjoyed the beginning, please review!!
Until next time...
-La Lune
Author: La Lune
E-mail: la_lune86@hotmail.com
Website: www.geocities.com/la_lune86
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Alternate Reality with some Horror and Angst
::Standard Disclaimers Apply::
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'All men desire to be immortal.'
-Theodore Parker
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Chapter 1: Early to Bed, Early to Rise
Serena awoke with a fuzzy head, disoriented. She immediately
noticed the unfamiliar surroundings and took them in accordingly. The
walls were the color of watered down pea soup; there was a bureau
against the wall to her right, which appeared to be made out of oak
like the other pieces of wooden furniture placed throughout the room,
including a writing desk and chair situated beneath a window on the
wall opposing the bureau. There was an end table beside the bed she
currently occupied, she guessed it contained a Bible in the drawer, not
that she cared of course, she wasn't planning on skimming through it
later on anyway. There was a round table in the middle of the room
with two chairs over top a wool rug of some sort, Serena strained her
neck in order to make out the rose pattern that adorned it. The bed
she was in was wooden, naturally -- it was big, at least a full but it
could have been a queen. The sheets were ivory and she could feel they
were expensive even through her dressing gown. There was a goose
feather quilt folded at the foot of the bed and she would have reached
for it to help fight off the chill she was feeling if it wasn't for the
fact that both her arms and legs were tied to the bed's wooden frame.
She strained a little against her bonds but stopped when the cloth
began to irritate the skin on her wrists.
She switched her attention once more to her surroundings, there
were a few lamps but none were on, it was light outside. Next to the
bureau there was a garish looking watercolor of an overly quaint little
cottage scene, Serena new for a fact if handed a paintbrush and canvas
even in her slightly awkward state she could do better. Besides this
there was not much more to comment on, other than a few odd knickknacks
here and there. Overall the feeling of the room was homey, too homey.
So much in fact Serena found the knickknacks, quilts, and the damn
watercolor more stifling than comforting. She planned on telling the
first person to come in her observation.
Serena didn't know when someone would come though; she didn't
know what time it was, or the day, she didn't know how long she had
been unconscious, or how long she had been there. She had never been
in an asylum before.
To be continued...
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Author's Notes: No vampires are planned for this version, sorry! I
want to delve more deeply into the immortality theme with this one. I
hope you enjoyed the beginning, please review!!
Until next time...
-La Lune