Read xSacredFireX's new story, or new to me at least, 'Here we go again...' And, being the weirdo I am, I decided to read through my own story whilst still in a NiGHTS-fiction mode. I then had a shower, and it is now you shall learn of the HORRIBLE PAIN AND TORTURE I have gone through to bring you these crappy chapters, since, whilst I was rethinking my old ideas for this chapter, and conjuring new ones, my freakin hot water ran out when there was still stuff in my hair and suds on my body. Now I am ridiculously cold, snuggled up on my chair wearing my summer pj's- since my winter ones are dirty- At 3am in the middle of winter, with a dooner (Fluffy blanket for all those unfamiliar with Aussie slang... Ehh, brolly!) and a hairless rat (Italian greyhound) sitting on me for warmth.
NOT HAPPY.
Also, I seem to have lost the ability to type despite spending each and every day at my computer. Soooo many tpoes... So many... /shudder.
Also also, It's 3am, is this my designated writing time or something?
And also again, I've been flicking through the songs on my iphone and managed to find some of the Glee songs. Now, I'm not a fan of Glee, and I think their song remakes sound terrible, but I lurvz the teacher. Why? I think if Macky when I see him XD
Aaaand now I've dug up the ol' copy of the police's "Don't stand so close to me" and I'm slowly sending myself insane with it. Yay!
...Young teacher.
The subject.
Of schoolgirl fantasy...
AAAHHH THERE'S MARKS ON MY ARMS FROM LEANING ON MY DESK.
6 pages in 2 hours, ftw!
...It's two pages short. Sorry D:
Soft silky scraps of fabric cast coloured shapes across the rooms, covering each window in attempt to block out the warm sun and to make the stale, concrete rooms of the protectors more comfortable to live in. NiGHTS had never been so happy, watching contently as the transparent fabric fluttered in the breeze, Reala was still asleep behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, body pressed against her back from the cuddling they'd spent the remainder of the night doing after the earlier... Events.
What had they been doing? Well, now that there was little for them to worry about in their haven, the two had time for themselves and... Let's just say that, NiGHTS now fully understood all Trish's failed attempts at explaining how babies were made.
But in the surreal morning light, the colours projected throughout the room, and the feel of her mates skin against her NiGHTS could only think of how far they'd come. How much everything had changed.
Gone from being the slaves of a sadistic madman, to the free spirits they were now, the Nightmaren were free, and happy.
It was impressive, the 'marens attitude to their new situation. The first thing they did when they claimed their new home was redecorate. They scavenged scraps of cloth for the windows, dug trenches for a manmade lake beside the establishment, persuaded plants to grow around the buildings... They'd transformed a dreary military base into a vibrant home.
The Nightmaren themselves were certainly happy. None of them fought anymore, not in the ways that had in the past. They were all content with their lives and daily activities, whether it be exploring the land around their home, tending to the plant they'd nurtured, or simply listening to Makoa's crazy stories- For which he'd earned the title of 'loremaster' from the 'maren.
That was another thing that NiGHTS found interesting, how the 'maren felt the need to 'name' their leaders. Reala was still lord, Jackle had remained elder- But in a positive sense- But NiGHTS had acquired the name of 'master' or 'mistress' when they spoke to her. She wasn't keen on being called either, as she didn't want be to known as their master, but said nothing since the 'maren were stealthily communicating their respect for her.
She felt Realas chest rise as he took a deep breath, movement stirring slightly as he began to wake.
With a little smile to herself NiGHTS moved to face him, the expression returned lovingly from her mate as his eyes opened and he snuggled closer, resting their foreheads against each others.
"Good morning." NiGHTS giggled, pecking his lips lightly.
"Morning" Was his simple reply. "Sleep well?"
"Very well." She giggled again, recalling the events of the night and Reala smirked, it took a lot of work for them to muscle up the courage, but through lots of sensual kisses and touching Reala had finally drawn NiGHTS into the bedroom. She'd never been so nervous. He'd never seen her act so cute.
And she could see that was exactly what he was thinking of, how much of a terrified little girl she'd been when his claws gently split her suite, how petrified she'd been when his hands traced up the inside of her thighs...
She shivered with delight from just the thought. And with a quick whisper to her mate she'd asked for another round before they agreed to leave the bedroom...
"You're going to break it."
"No, I'm not."
"You are."
"Stop saying that!"
There was a loud snap, the stick Jackle had been using to persuade a large rock into moving snapped in half, just as Makoa had predicted.
"That was your fault! You kept saying it would break and it did because of that!"
"That's not possible!" The 'maren argued back, having as his opponent pull a little kids 'screw you' face, as well as he could without visible features.
"Well we've got to move the rock."
"You can move it."
"No, no, I think you ought to do it."
Jackle held up the half of the stick he was still holding. "Since I did so well the last time!"
Makoa smiled widely, nodding. "Yup!"
The two cackled at each other as Jackle waved the stick, then in a sudden unison they glared at each other, and laughed again. The 'maren surrounding them just rolled their eyes, used to the behaviour.
There was a click as a door shut, and the conversation and giggles of a young couple was recognised by the two 'maren still arguing about the stick-and-rock dilemma, but with a glance at the lovers, Jackle and Makoa resumed a more sinister, mocking laughter and NiGHTS couldn't help the dark look she gave them.
"What?"
"Nothing!" Jackle chimed.
"Nothing to do with you, at least." Makoa continued, smirking as he clicked his claws, trying to restrain his laughter with his hands across his lips. "And nothing to do with the fact that my room is right beside yours!"
That was the trigger, and he, Jackle, and several other 'maren burst into laughter, all well aware of what the two lovers had been doing during the night.
The girl couldn't help but blush, looking to her mate for some help but Reala was laughing too, taking no insult at all. Of course he wouldn't, NiGHTS sighed and smiled, he was a guy getting some, and all his pals knew about it.
(:D)
"Anywaaayy..." She spoke over their laughter, trying to get something constructive started or, at least, change the subject. "What are we doing today?"
"Building a wall." Jackle said happily, one of his trademark smiles flashing.
NiGHTS looked at the knee-high stone piles running through the middle of the buildings, leading to the deep lake they'd dug, which, sadly, only held a little puddle of water.
"I see that. Why?"
"We're digging a trench, to feed water to the lake... So, it'd be best to have a fence around it, right? There's a larger river up the hill, we can build a dam in our trench and start sending water into the lake."
"Yeah!" Jackle cried excitedly. "A dam! And then a little bridge! Lots of bridges! And we make the fence reeeaaaal high so that all the little NiGHTS' and Reala's don't go for a swim!"
There was a silence for a moment as the group smiled to each other, NiGHTS nodded and stared at the ground for second, remembering the tiny, squishy shape she'd known to call Isaac, how soft and cute the little baby was, and with a quick sigh she thought of one of the many downsides to being Wizemans creation.
Reala gently nudged her side, he'd never mentioned anything about children, she's never brought it up for them to discuss, but he could still tell that she was upset.
"The wall." She started the conversation, again, glaring at a sympathetic smile from Makoa. "Why are we standing around when there's a wall to build!"
"They're out there..."
Damian glared out a window, past the city and off into the distance, if he was searching for something there, he had little chance of finding it.
"Please, Damian, give up the chase, I'm scared for you." Trish tried, as she had for months, no- It had been years now, she begged him, but he never listened.
He took a swig from the bottle he held, Trish letting out a little sigh, he'd never been a drinker...
"Damian... You've been so caught up in hunting the 'maren that you've wasted years, have you seen how big Isaac is now? He looks like you... He took his first steps the other day..."
Another swig of the bottle, he still hadn't looked away from the window.
"Damian, please, just listen to me."
"Trish, don't you understand? Those monsters are still out there! They could hurt someone, imagine if they hurt Isaac! Then you wouldn't feel so sympathetic towards them, would you!"
"I'm not talking about the Nightmaren, Damian! I'm talking about you! You've got an obsession! It's unhealthy; you spend each day at your computer screen, going through files... You always talk to the generals, never to me, never to Isaac... You just want to know the updates and..."
She let out a shaky breath, anger embracing her. "What that creature wants to do next..."
"You mean Astral?"
"Yes, I mean that crystal brute you've employed to hunt something that's no longer a threat!"
Damian laughed to himself, and held the bottle out for her to take.
"Try this."
"I don't want to."
"Just try it."
Reluctantly she took the bottle, taking a tiny sip of the strange smelling liquid and scowling at the coppery taste, the strangest, sweetest flavour lingering in her mouth that almost made her want to drink more. Instead, she promptly handed it back.
"What on earth is that stuff?"
Damian laughed again. "The blood of your good friends."
Trish let out a hacking cough, rushing to spit out the window and get as much of the flavour from her mouth as she could.
"Damian! That's... That's horrible! Ugh!"
She shook her head, disgusted, and spat again, he smirked.
"Not nearly as horrible as when they used to drain humans dry, you know that some of your Nightmare pals would actually eat the flesh of the humans? Isn't that horrible, Trish?"
"You're sick." She hissed.
"I drink it for a good reason, though; Astral tells us it stops aging. Imagine living for as long as a Nightmaren..."
Trish shuddered and finally decided that was enough for tonight, promptly leaving the room to go retrieve Isaac from his cot and cuddle him for comfort. Her husband had gone mad, with his obsession with the Nightmaren; she'd concluded that a long time ago. She only wished she had someone to turn to for comfort... A friend.
"There's something out there!" A 'maren whimpered, backing closer to the buildings, a large group of 'maren, including the three leading males, took defensive stances as something rustled in the bushes opposite the pathetic drizzle of a lake, the remaining 'maren grouped together from fear of what could be out there, but still looking with interest.
Something appeared, a small shape moving along the ground, the defensive group simply watched in amazement as the short snout sniffed through the dirt, the furry face not lifting to look around as the creature followed a scent. It snuck between Realas legs, circled Jackle a few times, before approaching NiGHTS and stopping at her boots. The sniffing ceased, the creature was still, then slowly, very, very slowly, it looked up.
"Gao!" NiGHTS nearly crushed the fuzzy 'maren in a hug as it squeaked happily, nuzzling and purring against her.
"It followed you all the way here...?" Reala shook his head in disbelief, brushing his hand through the Gaos mane and quickly found his hand covered with sand.
"He must of." NiGHTS smiled, brushing the sand from Gaos fur. "All the way through the dessert..."
The fuzzy critter quickly started munching on NiGHTS bracelet, so she simply dropped him and returned to what she was doing.
Around the light of a large fire, the 'maren had been recording their observations of the terrain around them on a piece of paper they'd pulled from the wall of one of the rooms. They were using this map both to construct an escape route in case The Protectors figured out where they were, and also for them to figure out where The Protectors were.
"That's a giant tree..." One 'maren pointed, Jackle nodded and quickly sketched a half-assed picture of a tree, they didn't care for details when their memories were loosely holding information they needed.
"There's a river there."
"That's a barren plain."
"There's a cave near that rock."
"What's this part?" NiGHTS pointed to a blank between the sketches, Reala made a quick noise, rubbing at his head as he tried to recall something.
"It's.. Something bizarre." He mumbled, then perked up suddenly, remembering what he was trying to. "It's a snowy field, a huge one, on the edge of the forest; it's actually just near Nightmare... But, what was strange, it was filled with thousands and thousands of... Well, bones."
"Bones?" It was Makoas turn for input, from the look on his face he recognised the place, and from the 'marens reaction they were hoping that there was a story attached. "That'd be the very creatively named 'Bone fields."
"What is it?"
"A graveyard. Guess for what?"
"What!"
"Nightmaren."
There was some nervous whispers exchanged through the group, quieting down as Makoa began to speak again.
"The Nightmaren used to go there to die... If they were wounded, elders, or had simply given up, they'd go to that snowy field and just wander, either until their wounds killed them, they froze over, or something else knocked them off. It used to be a sort of morbid tradition... But it started to happen less and less over time."
"Okay..." NiGHTS took the quill from Jackles hand, writing a quick 'maren symbol on that section of the map. "We'll make that a no-go zone; I think most of us would want to stay away from a place like that... Especially if The Protectors are chasing us all, right?"
The 'maren all nodded in agreement.
Once their days exploration had been spent on the map, they'd returned to telling stories and entertaining themselves around the fire. Reala gently nudged NiGHTS, his way of getting his attention, and took her hand, leading her away from the haven and into the darkness of the forest.
"Reala?" She murmured, the canopy above their heads blocked out all of the moonlight and the stars, but she could see him clearly as her 'maren eyesight was made for darkness. He looked over his shoulder, eyes glowing in the pitch black, and smiled warmly.
"Shh." He tugged her along, ducking down a narrow path of trees and, suddenly, the thin scratching twigs surrounding the two 'maren disappeared into leafy, flowering trees, in a tiny clearing. The moonlight was shining off of the plastic looking leaves, NiGHTS looked around warmly, she's always loved the forest...
She felt Reala pull at her hand again and the walking started again, but it wasn't far. The first clearing lead to another, but this one was less 'wild'. In fact, it looked as though it'd been cared for by someone. The tall hedges were shaped, the glowing white flowers place at the base of the leafy walls, this wasn't by chance.
"What do you think?" Reala smiled, it wasn't much, but they couldn't achieve much.
"Did you do this?"
"Yeah. Took me forever... Plants don't like me, but they learnt who's boss eventually."
"Oh Reala..." She smiled contently, walking to the centre of the clearing and kneeling in the long grass, staring at the glowing white flowers. Reala followed her gaze, picking the largest flower and kneeling in front of her. He took her hand, slipping the flower into her palm and she gently inspected the many petals, looking at her lover shyly.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his lips quickly, he knew her intentions and they matched his hopes for the nights outcome, so he kissed back tenderly, hands on her waist as he pulled her closer, gently draping her legs over his so that their hips met...
NiGHTS was moaning, out of breath as Reala kissed her shoulders, her chest, and part of her body that he'd stripped bare so far, and she still clutched the stalk of the flower tightly behind his back.
What a night she'd involved herself in now, she laughed mentally, a night of glorious sex and lust with Reala, beneath the silver gaze of the moon and the twinkle of the stars...
Of course, all good things must come to an end...