Disclaimer: If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended. That you did but slumber'd here while these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme is no more yielding then a dream. Gentles, do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend (Shakespeare). I don't own any characters recognizable from X-Men. Marvel, et al, owns all characters. No copyright infringement intended.
Foreword: Written for the livejournal community 1sentence at a friend's request. The object is to write one sentence based on the words given (there are 50), but they can't be related. At least, they're not supposed to be. I have done this before many times. Once with Wolverine and Storm in the movie-verse (Snapshots on my profile, if you're interested) and numerous times in other fandoms outside of X-Men. I didn't do the words in order this time, though. Title and summary inspired by the Atreyu song "Her Portrait In Black." I am a semicolon whore.
Dedication: To Sparkle, rock the fuck on is right. Rocking out makes me slightly headache-y, though. Now, may I please write about Hamilton Slade and Jack Starsmore? I'm going through some serious infanity where those two are involved.
As a side note, special thanks to Delilah (Delia) for the read through.
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Victory
As he licks the last remnants of her blood from his fingers, feeling her power course through his veins—a sweet, sweet poison, he smiles a sardonic smile—he has won; she belongs to him, now.
Walking
In the shadow he lurks, as she walks down the empty streets alone; she glances over her shoulders, slightly defiant, slightly afraid; now what's a vampire to do about such a beautiful woman walking home late at night?
Breaking
"You did this to me," she screams, throwing the mirror at him; he doesn't flinch as the fragile glass shatters at his feet, muting the sound of her sobs—she'd get used to it after a century or two.
Waltz
She danced for him—not because he demanded it, but because she wanted to; barely clothed, unbridled and primitive, on her knees, her movements simulating the well-known act, this was definitely no gentlewoman's waltz.
Belief
It was rare to hear talks of the upyr, the strigoi, the vampiro; no those beliefs were abandoned, shrugged off as mere fairytales; but if no one else in the world believed, he knew she did.
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Author's Notes: I am posting these five at a time. Some of these are speculative in nature—just a fanfic writer's what if. So, excuse a little artistic license. These really don't have to be read in any certain order, but I would be lying if I said that some of these couldn't be considered connected, but how they're connected I'll let you decide. Most of these will probably favor the Dracula/Storm pairing because... it's Dracula! ;)5 down, 45 to go.