Dearest readers, this story is a little strange starting from no exact
point in the future. It starts out, well as you shall see and as I said,
strangely. There is a reason for what I call her, and what she calls
herself as you will understand later. There is also a reason for the way I
wrote her nightmare, there is no real need for you to think upon that, only
it's content as it will be important in the future. Now I must ask that
you bare with me, if I post anything I write, which is rare, it has been a
one time thing so starting a series is, and actually posting the first part
obligating me to continue, is an even rarer thing but as I implied,
patience will be needed as I tend to over work my work and with everything
else I'm doing in my life the chapters will not be quick. This week is my
Spring Break so I hope to get all my thoughts out in rough draft from
therefore speeding up the finishing of chapters. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy
my fic though I will warn you, how dark it will become or how light I don't
know, but I tend to write more towards the dark.
~theDragonStar~
PS: I will occasionally put some lines from a poem or song at the end, and other times the beginning. They sometimes will have a meaning which you'll see related to the fic, but more likely simply no meaning at all, just me sharing something that caught my eye, or ear as the case may be.
PPS: See Ani, I do know how to share!
~Blood Rose~
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
(from:Coleridge, Samuel Taylor: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner)
Prologue:
A gentle breeze crept through an open window
Soft white draperies rippled upon the air
A crystal chime's music played in silence
Smell of open sea had long ago seeped in
Bed dressed in white stood strong by a wall
Posts like twisted spears at each corner
Yards of lace fell down between
All was white with delicate care
And all was red with deep blood
It dripped down the walls
Soaked deep into the bed
1 Trickled in streams on hard-wood floors
Settled in pool around a lonely figure
Child pale as pearls, hair of flaming color
Alone she stood still clad in cloud's silver
Not once her lips moved nor eyes fluttered
White rose held out dipped in red
The lost echo of a cry penetrated from her slim body
It was the mournful call of a ghost
A ghost far from being dead
Antoinette sat up in her bed reaching out for air. Her chest heaved in effort, she could fell her heart pounding, and upon her checks there was a multitude of tears.
In her minds eye she could still see the blood which seemed to come forth out of the very walls, she could feel a chill wind upon her, smell the salt air mixed with the smell of death. She knew that scene far to well, she knew how it began and how it ended. She knew it far to well for it to be a simple nightmare.
"Skye, honey what's wrong?" Her partner asked beside her. She closed her eyes as if to blot him out. "Skye, talk to me, what is it?" "Nothing Jax, just a nightmare, go back to sleep."
Unfortunately, he would not just let the matter be.
"Skye, come on, I know it's more than a simply nightmare. You haven't been sleeping right for weeks."
That was true enough, sleep had not been with in her grasp for the past few weeks but that was not unusual, at least for her.
"It's just stress, happens all the time when I'm trying to do too much at once, I'll be fine, go to sleep."
He knew she was telling a lie, that in all reality she'd been having a less stressful time of late, or should have been if not for her sleepless nights, but something in her tone when she spoke the last few words bore a warning not to push and a plead to let it be. So he did.
And regretted it later.
~theDragonStar~
PS: I will occasionally put some lines from a poem or song at the end, and other times the beginning. They sometimes will have a meaning which you'll see related to the fic, but more likely simply no meaning at all, just me sharing something that caught my eye, or ear as the case may be.
PPS: See Ani, I do know how to share!
~Blood Rose~
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
(from:Coleridge, Samuel Taylor: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner)
Prologue:
A gentle breeze crept through an open window
Soft white draperies rippled upon the air
A crystal chime's music played in silence
Smell of open sea had long ago seeped in
Bed dressed in white stood strong by a wall
Posts like twisted spears at each corner
Yards of lace fell down between
All was white with delicate care
And all was red with deep blood
It dripped down the walls
Soaked deep into the bed
1 Trickled in streams on hard-wood floors
Settled in pool around a lonely figure
Child pale as pearls, hair of flaming color
Alone she stood still clad in cloud's silver
Not once her lips moved nor eyes fluttered
White rose held out dipped in red
The lost echo of a cry penetrated from her slim body
It was the mournful call of a ghost
A ghost far from being dead
Antoinette sat up in her bed reaching out for air. Her chest heaved in effort, she could fell her heart pounding, and upon her checks there was a multitude of tears.
In her minds eye she could still see the blood which seemed to come forth out of the very walls, she could feel a chill wind upon her, smell the salt air mixed with the smell of death. She knew that scene far to well, she knew how it began and how it ended. She knew it far to well for it to be a simple nightmare.
"Skye, honey what's wrong?" Her partner asked beside her. She closed her eyes as if to blot him out. "Skye, talk to me, what is it?" "Nothing Jax, just a nightmare, go back to sleep."
Unfortunately, he would not just let the matter be.
"Skye, come on, I know it's more than a simply nightmare. You haven't been sleeping right for weeks."
That was true enough, sleep had not been with in her grasp for the past few weeks but that was not unusual, at least for her.
"It's just stress, happens all the time when I'm trying to do too much at once, I'll be fine, go to sleep."
He knew she was telling a lie, that in all reality she'd been having a less stressful time of late, or should have been if not for her sleepless nights, but something in her tone when she spoke the last few words bore a warning not to push and a plead to let it be. So he did.
And regretted it later.