(The next chapter in my story of woe. e.e God I sound all Goth and shit.. and yeah yeah.. I know there's some stuff in here from the Rune Blade Trilogy, but I just thought it was incredibly beautiful and went so well with my story. That stuff is (C) to Ann Marston)
I stumbled wearily through the streets of the city, it had no name to me, for I did not care. All I cared was to exact the revenge of my lover, my unborn child, and my violated spirit. Paul Thomas, Cody Forest, Jason Thomas, Matt Thomas, and Kyle Runnings would pay dearly for the evil they had done. They would pay with their lives, and they would suffer. The crow flew above me, landing every so often to wait for its soul to catch up. Finally it landed on a pair of black boots that had been discarded; I slipped them on and tied them so they would not come off my small feet. They fit well enough, snug against the slender appendages, quickly warming up with the body heat that was finally returning. Now all I needed was to find some suitable clothing; all I wore was a tattered ivory dress that was going to be the wedding gown I wore at my funeral.
I staggered through alleyways for a few more minutes before stopping outside of an old abandoned building. I had lived in this community once, so many happy memories had been made here, and then lost. I tore the boards off the front door and slid through the small hole I made, picking my way through debris. The stairs were close by, thankfully, and I headed up them, stumbling when one of the steps gave out. Ten stories later I was outside of the door that led up to the loft that I had one dwelled in, where my lover had been as well. I choked back a sob and broke the door down, stepping inside and taking in every detail. Obviously the room had been burned, furniture was ruined, charred, and the walls were covered in melted wallpaper and photos of happiness. I sighed.
"It was not meant to be this way.."
I said softly to myself, then began to rummage through things. In the armoir, I found an old halloween costume; I had been a female version of the Crow from the movie, later hearing that Eric Draven might have been a real person, and decided to make some fun of it. Little did I know that I would become what was once believed to be only fairy tales. Grim ones at that. I pulled out the tight, leather shirt and slipped it on. It accented my curves quite nicely, although I didn't much care how I appeared. The sleeves were long, with two strings at the ends so that I could tie them around my middle fingers, then dipped back to my wrist in a diagonal line, leaving my fingers bare, but covering the back of my hands and my palms. I smiled, the outfit of the black night would certainly drive fear into my enemies. I grabbed the pants next, pulling on the patin leather clothing. They were tight as well, shining in the light that filtered through a gigantic circular window that was not more than ten feet away; the bottom of each legs spanned out in the shape of a bell, giving them the name of bell-bottoms. My crow had a good sense of fashion, reminding me of Chandler, he had been good at choosing clothing as well; the boots went well with the rest of my outfit. Now time for the makeup.
I made my way over to the vanity table, which has been left surprisingly unscathed. My trembling hands fumbled through the drawers until I had found what I was looking for, dumping the ghostly coverup, and ebony lipstick out onto the mirrored top of the counter. I took in a deep breath to steady myself, then dipped two of my fingers in the gooey white of the makeup, then began to apply it. After a few moments I was finished, then quickly applied the black lipstick, finishing rather hurriedly. I took a step back and admired myself, grinning into nothingness as I noted how much of a freak I must look like. With a laugh, I sauntered back over to the armoir and pulled out my lover's old trench coat and slipped it on. I could almost smell him, that overpowering scent of spices; it made me yearn for the good old days. Once again I was sent back into painful memories of the past, of when I had still been alive and happy.
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The girl sat on the edge of the bed, waiting anxiously for her boyfriend to come home from work. She wore little more than a white teddy that laced up the front, showing most of her perfect breasts. Her long legs were bare as well, covered in a slightly perfumed lotion to make them soft to the touch, and very pleasing to a man. Her lips were painted in a gentle pink, barely giving off a shine; she had done her makeup so that it was not overly noticeable, so that it enhanced her features just so. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun on the back of her head, she had used pencils, because she did not have anything else to use. She didn't like spending her money on little trinkets that she could make herself.
She had lit candles, setting them on the nightstands, tables, and shelves, all of them lightly scented in the same fragrance. Transparent scarves had been thrown over lamps, to create an alluring atmosphere, and rose pettles had been scattered on the bed, and in a trail leading from the front door, to where she sat right then. This was a special night, and she had decorated the apartment to fit the mood. It would be the first time her love and her had come together, to show each other how much they were in love, and to complete the bond that had been almost completely finished. Her heart ached for him to come home, and she knew that he could feel it too, as he felt most of her moods and thoughts. They were connected in such a special way, that not even death could seperate them.
"My love?"
His voice echoed through the entire apartment, and by the sudden trembling through the threads of their bond, she could feel that he was quite startled at the appearance of his home. It wasn't a bad feeling, he quite enjoyed it when the surprise settled. Quickly he followed the trail of flowers to the bed he shared with a gorgeous creature, and stopped when he saw what was laying upon the satin sheets. She was lovely, and immediatly he could feel a tightening in the crotch of his trowsers.
"It is time."
She said softly, her tone playful as she sat up, then placed her narrow feet upon the hardwood floor. The girl pushed herself into a standing position, then made her way to her love and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips desperately searched for his, finally finding them, and locking together in a passionate kiss.
"Oh I missed you.."
She gasped as she slipped her love's shirt over his head, exposing his well-built torso. She ran her slender fingers along his smooth chest, then lowered her lips to a breast and sucked gently on the nipple; her tongue flicked across the tip every so once in awhile, making the man jump lightly in ecstasy. In a moment, his pants were gone, revealing on a pair of Grinch boxers with the green furred face of the Grinch himself. Child-like his love had to admit, but they were only one thing that made up his charming personality. He pulled back suddenly, shushing the girl's protests, then went down to one knee and fumbled through his trousers. When he finally found what he was looking for, he lifted it up, and opened it; inside was a simple, but beautiful gold ring, with a single, tiny diamond embedded into it. The inscription on the inside read: Be eternally mine, and all of your dreams shall come true. A smile darted across his thick, beautiful lips, then parted as he began to speak.
"Rachel Rene'e Hackett, my soul lies in the palm of your hand."
"Chandler Tennant Brown, your soul is sheltered safe within my hands and my heart. I am your's for all time, nothing can ever come between us."
She said softly, accepting his proposal of marriage. A tear slid down her cheek, and once again they embraced and kissed. They made love that night, their bodies twining together, fitting perfectly against one another. That night did they become one, finalizing their bond, and merging into one being. Each one had begun to think how hard it was to know where they began, and ended.
*******************
I found myself sitting in the rubble of the burned bed, my eyes watering, and my heart yearning for that night I had given myself to Chandler. It would happen again soon enough, when I finished my task, I would be sent back to spend all eternity with my lover, never leaving his side again. My soul shuddered suddenly, and then I could feel that fine thread that made me who I was, the one I had shared with Chandler. I sat upright, my eyes wide, searching every corner of the loft for my lost love. I could feel him, but I couldn't see him.
"My love!! Chandler?!"
I yelled, then dropped to my knees and sobbed, I could feel him, but I could not lay my eyes upon his wondrous form. Until I had almost given up. He stepped out of nowhere, his gentle body glowing in a beautiful light. I smiled when I saw him, my eyes tearing up, tears of happiness; maybe I would not have to do my deed afterall. But I was wrong. He had come back to guide me down the path, to tell me where my first victim lay, to remind me what reward I would receive when I put the wrong things right. I would receive ultimate happiness in his arms, and it would be as though we had never died, going on with out lives in a plane that needed not money or power, merely love and happiness.
"I love you.."
And then he dissapeared, leaving a gentle kiss upon my parted lips. My eyes closed, keeping the tears back as I stood and swept silently from the apartment. Chandler had told me where to find Kyle, in a local bar, getting as drunk as humanly possible. I would find him, and I would do away with him; not exactly in the same fashion as he had murdered my love and I, but ten times more painful. He would scream for mercy, and I would release him, sending him to Hellas where he had been born.
I stumbled wearily through the streets of the city, it had no name to me, for I did not care. All I cared was to exact the revenge of my lover, my unborn child, and my violated spirit. Paul Thomas, Cody Forest, Jason Thomas, Matt Thomas, and Kyle Runnings would pay dearly for the evil they had done. They would pay with their lives, and they would suffer. The crow flew above me, landing every so often to wait for its soul to catch up. Finally it landed on a pair of black boots that had been discarded; I slipped them on and tied them so they would not come off my small feet. They fit well enough, snug against the slender appendages, quickly warming up with the body heat that was finally returning. Now all I needed was to find some suitable clothing; all I wore was a tattered ivory dress that was going to be the wedding gown I wore at my funeral.
I staggered through alleyways for a few more minutes before stopping outside of an old abandoned building. I had lived in this community once, so many happy memories had been made here, and then lost. I tore the boards off the front door and slid through the small hole I made, picking my way through debris. The stairs were close by, thankfully, and I headed up them, stumbling when one of the steps gave out. Ten stories later I was outside of the door that led up to the loft that I had one dwelled in, where my lover had been as well. I choked back a sob and broke the door down, stepping inside and taking in every detail. Obviously the room had been burned, furniture was ruined, charred, and the walls were covered in melted wallpaper and photos of happiness. I sighed.
"It was not meant to be this way.."
I said softly to myself, then began to rummage through things. In the armoir, I found an old halloween costume; I had been a female version of the Crow from the movie, later hearing that Eric Draven might have been a real person, and decided to make some fun of it. Little did I know that I would become what was once believed to be only fairy tales. Grim ones at that. I pulled out the tight, leather shirt and slipped it on. It accented my curves quite nicely, although I didn't much care how I appeared. The sleeves were long, with two strings at the ends so that I could tie them around my middle fingers, then dipped back to my wrist in a diagonal line, leaving my fingers bare, but covering the back of my hands and my palms. I smiled, the outfit of the black night would certainly drive fear into my enemies. I grabbed the pants next, pulling on the patin leather clothing. They were tight as well, shining in the light that filtered through a gigantic circular window that was not more than ten feet away; the bottom of each legs spanned out in the shape of a bell, giving them the name of bell-bottoms. My crow had a good sense of fashion, reminding me of Chandler, he had been good at choosing clothing as well; the boots went well with the rest of my outfit. Now time for the makeup.
I made my way over to the vanity table, which has been left surprisingly unscathed. My trembling hands fumbled through the drawers until I had found what I was looking for, dumping the ghostly coverup, and ebony lipstick out onto the mirrored top of the counter. I took in a deep breath to steady myself, then dipped two of my fingers in the gooey white of the makeup, then began to apply it. After a few moments I was finished, then quickly applied the black lipstick, finishing rather hurriedly. I took a step back and admired myself, grinning into nothingness as I noted how much of a freak I must look like. With a laugh, I sauntered back over to the armoir and pulled out my lover's old trench coat and slipped it on. I could almost smell him, that overpowering scent of spices; it made me yearn for the good old days. Once again I was sent back into painful memories of the past, of when I had still been alive and happy.
*********************
The girl sat on the edge of the bed, waiting anxiously for her boyfriend to come home from work. She wore little more than a white teddy that laced up the front, showing most of her perfect breasts. Her long legs were bare as well, covered in a slightly perfumed lotion to make them soft to the touch, and very pleasing to a man. Her lips were painted in a gentle pink, barely giving off a shine; she had done her makeup so that it was not overly noticeable, so that it enhanced her features just so. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun on the back of her head, she had used pencils, because she did not have anything else to use. She didn't like spending her money on little trinkets that she could make herself.
She had lit candles, setting them on the nightstands, tables, and shelves, all of them lightly scented in the same fragrance. Transparent scarves had been thrown over lamps, to create an alluring atmosphere, and rose pettles had been scattered on the bed, and in a trail leading from the front door, to where she sat right then. This was a special night, and she had decorated the apartment to fit the mood. It would be the first time her love and her had come together, to show each other how much they were in love, and to complete the bond that had been almost completely finished. Her heart ached for him to come home, and she knew that he could feel it too, as he felt most of her moods and thoughts. They were connected in such a special way, that not even death could seperate them.
"My love?"
His voice echoed through the entire apartment, and by the sudden trembling through the threads of their bond, she could feel that he was quite startled at the appearance of his home. It wasn't a bad feeling, he quite enjoyed it when the surprise settled. Quickly he followed the trail of flowers to the bed he shared with a gorgeous creature, and stopped when he saw what was laying upon the satin sheets. She was lovely, and immediatly he could feel a tightening in the crotch of his trowsers.
"It is time."
She said softly, her tone playful as she sat up, then placed her narrow feet upon the hardwood floor. The girl pushed herself into a standing position, then made her way to her love and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips desperately searched for his, finally finding them, and locking together in a passionate kiss.
"Oh I missed you.."
She gasped as she slipped her love's shirt over his head, exposing his well-built torso. She ran her slender fingers along his smooth chest, then lowered her lips to a breast and sucked gently on the nipple; her tongue flicked across the tip every so once in awhile, making the man jump lightly in ecstasy. In a moment, his pants were gone, revealing on a pair of Grinch boxers with the green furred face of the Grinch himself. Child-like his love had to admit, but they were only one thing that made up his charming personality. He pulled back suddenly, shushing the girl's protests, then went down to one knee and fumbled through his trousers. When he finally found what he was looking for, he lifted it up, and opened it; inside was a simple, but beautiful gold ring, with a single, tiny diamond embedded into it. The inscription on the inside read: Be eternally mine, and all of your dreams shall come true. A smile darted across his thick, beautiful lips, then parted as he began to speak.
"Rachel Rene'e Hackett, my soul lies in the palm of your hand."
"Chandler Tennant Brown, your soul is sheltered safe within my hands and my heart. I am your's for all time, nothing can ever come between us."
She said softly, accepting his proposal of marriage. A tear slid down her cheek, and once again they embraced and kissed. They made love that night, their bodies twining together, fitting perfectly against one another. That night did they become one, finalizing their bond, and merging into one being. Each one had begun to think how hard it was to know where they began, and ended.
*******************
I found myself sitting in the rubble of the burned bed, my eyes watering, and my heart yearning for that night I had given myself to Chandler. It would happen again soon enough, when I finished my task, I would be sent back to spend all eternity with my lover, never leaving his side again. My soul shuddered suddenly, and then I could feel that fine thread that made me who I was, the one I had shared with Chandler. I sat upright, my eyes wide, searching every corner of the loft for my lost love. I could feel him, but I couldn't see him.
"My love!! Chandler?!"
I yelled, then dropped to my knees and sobbed, I could feel him, but I could not lay my eyes upon his wondrous form. Until I had almost given up. He stepped out of nowhere, his gentle body glowing in a beautiful light. I smiled when I saw him, my eyes tearing up, tears of happiness; maybe I would not have to do my deed afterall. But I was wrong. He had come back to guide me down the path, to tell me where my first victim lay, to remind me what reward I would receive when I put the wrong things right. I would receive ultimate happiness in his arms, and it would be as though we had never died, going on with out lives in a plane that needed not money or power, merely love and happiness.
"I love you.."
And then he dissapeared, leaving a gentle kiss upon my parted lips. My eyes closed, keeping the tears back as I stood and swept silently from the apartment. Chandler had told me where to find Kyle, in a local bar, getting as drunk as humanly possible. I would find him, and I would do away with him; not exactly in the same fashion as he had murdered my love and I, but ten times more painful. He would scream for mercy, and I would release him, sending him to Hellas where he had been born.