Title: The Arabian Jewel
Author: Lady Jenna
Rating: PG-13
She was an Arabian Jewel. That's what the Master first called her. That's what the first book in the Watcher's library in England about her was titled, 'Darla: the Arabian Jewel'. But the book was destroyed, and she was in Europe, far away from Arabia, and the name faded, and as the decades passed she became just Darla. But before Darla, even before Darla, the Arabian Jewel, there had been another girl, and that girls name had been Lyra.
Lyra had been born in the harem, and before her death, before her unlife, she had never smelled unperfumed air. Never set a satin enclosed foot outside the harem walls. Never known the outside world.
She was of European descent, that much was obvious, for she had white powdered skin and her hair was blonde, and her eyes a startlingly bright emerald color. She was therefore very exotic to Prince Aliwaupa. She was born of one of the kidnapped girls from Europe, brought to the harem by Arabian bandits for Prince Aliwaupa to satisfy his lustful appetites. They hadn't known that the girl with red hair, pale skin and bright green eyes had been with child. But she had been. And the child was beautiful, and her name was Lyra.
Lyra caught Prince Aliwaupa's eye when she was twelve. It was the eyes, the emerald eyes, those eyes have snared more men's hearts than stars in the sky. Shortly after he noticed her he called her to his bed. With the Prince's bed came rewards. Soon Lyra's hair was always laced with jewels, soon she had Arabian lady's to attend to her. Soon Lyra incurred the wrath and jealousy of the other women in the harem, Arabian's and European's alike.
And the years passed, as they always do, and Lyra was no longer twelve, and the other women grew used to Lyra's airs, and life went on. After years had slipped by Lyra become more prominent, more vengeful, more malicious. And the Prince called her to his bed more and more. And more and more expensive gifts came into her possession. And she had grown up, and life went on.
And then one day a man came. And associated with the Prince, and was favoured, and met Lyra. And the man stayed in the palace, and Lyra stayed in the Prince's bed, and life went on.
And more years slipped by and Lyra was twenty and stayed in the Prince's bed, and received more jewels, and more gold. And the man stayed, and life went on. As it always does. Until it doesn't. Until one day, when the sun was slinking down, the man dined with Lyra and the Prince. Until when it came time for the man to kiss the Prince on the cheek and leave him and Lyra alone. Until the man snapped the Princes neck and took Lyra, again and again. On the table, in the chair, on the floor. Until he sunk his fangs in to Lyra's neck and the Lyra's ruby life blood seeped from her neck, until she died, and those beautiful startling emerald eyes closed. Then the man's blood slid down Lyra's throat and that's when Lyra's life stopped, and Darla: the Arabian Jewel was born.
Author: Lady Jenna
Rating: PG-13
She was an Arabian Jewel. That's what the Master first called her. That's what the first book in the Watcher's library in England about her was titled, 'Darla: the Arabian Jewel'. But the book was destroyed, and she was in Europe, far away from Arabia, and the name faded, and as the decades passed she became just Darla. But before Darla, even before Darla, the Arabian Jewel, there had been another girl, and that girls name had been Lyra.
Lyra had been born in the harem, and before her death, before her unlife, she had never smelled unperfumed air. Never set a satin enclosed foot outside the harem walls. Never known the outside world.
She was of European descent, that much was obvious, for she had white powdered skin and her hair was blonde, and her eyes a startlingly bright emerald color. She was therefore very exotic to Prince Aliwaupa. She was born of one of the kidnapped girls from Europe, brought to the harem by Arabian bandits for Prince Aliwaupa to satisfy his lustful appetites. They hadn't known that the girl with red hair, pale skin and bright green eyes had been with child. But she had been. And the child was beautiful, and her name was Lyra.
Lyra caught Prince Aliwaupa's eye when she was twelve. It was the eyes, the emerald eyes, those eyes have snared more men's hearts than stars in the sky. Shortly after he noticed her he called her to his bed. With the Prince's bed came rewards. Soon Lyra's hair was always laced with jewels, soon she had Arabian lady's to attend to her. Soon Lyra incurred the wrath and jealousy of the other women in the harem, Arabian's and European's alike.
And the years passed, as they always do, and Lyra was no longer twelve, and the other women grew used to Lyra's airs, and life went on. After years had slipped by Lyra become more prominent, more vengeful, more malicious. And the Prince called her to his bed more and more. And more and more expensive gifts came into her possession. And she had grown up, and life went on.
And then one day a man came. And associated with the Prince, and was favoured, and met Lyra. And the man stayed in the palace, and Lyra stayed in the Prince's bed, and life went on.
And more years slipped by and Lyra was twenty and stayed in the Prince's bed, and received more jewels, and more gold. And the man stayed, and life went on. As it always does. Until it doesn't. Until one day, when the sun was slinking down, the man dined with Lyra and the Prince. Until when it came time for the man to kiss the Prince on the cheek and leave him and Lyra alone. Until the man snapped the Princes neck and took Lyra, again and again. On the table, in the chair, on the floor. Until he sunk his fangs in to Lyra's neck and the Lyra's ruby life blood seeped from her neck, until she died, and those beautiful startling emerald eyes closed. Then the man's blood slid down Lyra's throat and that's when Lyra's life stopped, and Darla: the Arabian Jewel was born.
