A/N: I. Feel. Like. Shit! Summer colds are the brakes. I hate them. Especially the one I have just now it's made my throat feel as though I've got smoldering coals stuck in there unable to be quenched. Also I can't really talk at all or I go into coughing fits that last for minutes on end so I think this is such a relief to find voice in written word.
Disclaimer: I happen to own Jace; Lyse is on loan to me from Kay; I own the plot as well; everything else could more easily go to Hell and back then suddenly belong to me so yeah they belong to AAR. Oh an Giselle Scott she's mine too. The poetry was adapted by me and originally written by Marvelle.
A dark room is full of shattered mirror
Shards, that glimmer with light of dancing flames
Play on our shattered minds, nightly terror
the psyche perplex, the demented games Giselle Scott
"Lyse, why are we different from other people?" I asked gesturing out the window down at the street filled with mortals going about their busy lives.
"We weren't always as we are now." She answered her gaze resting on a man down in the street.
"We were prey once?" I furrowed my brow wondering at this.
"No, thou misunderstood. The people we were before were prey but we are not."
"Oh... How many years has it been?"
"Seven since thou wert created." Created. Lyse always told me we were 'created' but not born as babies were. "Doth thou know who that man down there is?"
"What doth thou mean? Doth thou want me to try and read his thoughts?"
"No. Doth thou recognize him?" I peered down at him. He wasn't a man at all he was young. He had fair skin and feathery soft-looking black hair. He wore all black. I looked back at Lyse and shrugged.
"He looks as many other young men do, but no, I he's not familiar to me... Why?"
"He has come to visit us I expect." I watched as he crossed the street, as if on cue, and entered our building. Lyse turned from the window pulling the curtain shut. I sank into a rocking chair just as I heard a knock at the door to our suit of rooms. Lyse went to the door and let him in with a polite curtsy. She closed the door and called over her shoulder. "Be a good girl and be polite to our guest." I stood up gracefully and smiled at him hiding my fangs as Lyse taught me. I curtsied and straitened casting an odd look at Lyse. Usually she didn't care about courtesy because usually our 'guests' would fast become dinner. I stole a glance up at him I could see he was smiling back at me. He took a step toward me so he was much to close for comfort. I stepped back and he stepped forward. He grasped my chin gently in his hand and tilted my head up. I could see now his black eyes.
"Jace." He breathed my name. I was speechless. I couldn't find breath to form words as I gazed into his impossibly deep black eyes. "Seven years and thou hast not changed in the slightest."
"What did thou expect?" Lyse snapped. "Thou changest her into a Vampire, Aubrey." His eyes slid away from mine watching her. I felt as though I'd been released from a cage when he looked away. I pulled away from him in his distraction and ran to hide behind Lyse.
"I did expect her to be a bit more mature."
"It's only been seven years and half the time she can't remember what we did the day before."
"Pity that. She's so strong other wise."
"Why doth you speak of me as if I cannot hear?" I asked becoming angry with this imbecile who came into our home as though he owned it and everything in it including us. I stepped in between my elders and glared at him not bothering to politely keep my head down as was proper. I simply stood there hands on hips glaring daggers at him.
"Ah, not so young as I thought."
"Get out!"
"Why? Doth thou usually treat guests thus?"
"Get out of our house you do not belong here!"
"No I don't, but neither doth thou. Thou belongeth with me... with the rest of our kind."
"I will go hither nor thither with you so leave our home."
"I will leave."
"Good."
"But I will be back for thee, Jace." He said disappearing.
Nite-huntress: I guess I should feel lucky getting enthusiasm out of a pessimist eh?
Nienna Taralom: I'm glad you think it was good I thought the beginning was rather one of my better bits of writing.
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Note: When people spoke in arcaic English they didn't say 'I' but I'm going to ignore that because it would get rather tedious to say 'mine self' or some such thing all the time. Also they did use 'you' but only for people they didn't know well nowadays it'd be like having a special word for 'I find you interesting' or 'I like you' or 'I love you' even depending on the intonations. Please try to remember about the thee-s and thou-s as they tend to imply feelings of love or hate in future chapters.
