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"Talking"
Thoughts
Ethereal Voices/ Beasts/Spirits
Apocalyptica:
Prologue:
On the brink of adult hood, she stood at the top of the stairs. Her trembling fingers ghosted over the satin overlay of her dress, running up her blood red corset and coming to rest on the Venetian style mask delicately placed over her feminine features, her fingers trembled over the sequins and glitter, fluttering over the mask to make sure all was in place as her heart took on heavy tempo, matching the heavy bass tempo of the music beating behind the closed doors at the end of the stairs. Her eyes closed in a physical manifestation of the breath she took to fill her tight lungs with much needed air. This was her night. On the eve of her 21 years of life, she stood, trembling in fear at the huge monstrosity of a party her parents had organised and insisted she have as a welcoming rite of passage to celebrate her transition, in a class all of its own. The masquerade was her idea, somehow the thought of covering some of her face upon her lavish entrance appealed to the small girl as she was not one for major displays of public attention, particularly when it was she that was in the lime light, a sad repercussion of being part of one of the wealthier families on the eastern border of Tokyo.
Blood pounded in her ears, making the delicate pearls dangling from the platinum earrings dance ever so slightly to the beat of her erratic heart. Wringing her trembling hands, mindful of the old ring on her finger that she had ever since she can remember, she rubbed the small plastic glow in the dark pinkie ring that sat out of place on her left hand, out of habit. The glow in the dark ring, the first gift from her very best friend years ago when they had met at one of their families lavish Christmas parties. The young girl had been in tears upon the discovery that the cracker that she had shared with the boy had no surprise gift inside, so as to quell the oncoming tears her big red eyes promised; the young boy had produced the plastic glow in the dark ring as a token for her unshed tears, and her bravery. They had been best friends since. A small smile flittered across her red lips at the thought that he would be amongst the many, many guests she was sure to face when the doors opened.
With the comforting thought of her best friend amongst the oncoming chaos in mind, she placed one foot in front of the other carefully placed steps as to nit step on her long dress and elaborated train, she proceeded down the marble stair case her delicate feet encased in one of the highest pairs of stiletto pumps she owned clicking softly on the marble as she went, with a slight nod to the butler to her left, the sound of her footfalls were lost to the deafening noise of the blaring music as the heavy oak doors creaked open...
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AN/ Hi, this is my very first fanfic so please be nice... reviews are very welcome, any feedback would be great. As I am new to the whole fanfiction universe I am in the process of finding out what the limits of my imagination are, as we are only bound by the limitations we set ourselves. I look forward to completing this journey with you...
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