Stardust
By AmaraSidhe
i.
"Brianna…BriBri…"
Brianna Llams couldn't get the voices
out of her head – couldn't get the clawing, the images of fire, blood,
voices…she didn't understand it, and all she wanted was for it to stop.
She saw her parents dying, saw something
in the darkness reaching out for her, tugging at her golden amber curls,
wanted…
She didn't understand the dreams,
and it scared her half to death.
"Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…"
"Shut up." I'm like Buffy,
she thought, tugging at the slinky strap to her navy tank top, eyeing herself
in the mirror – wayward spiral hair, navy coloured pajama top and red and
white polka dot pajama pants, bare feet showing off a perfect silver pedicure…
Okay, so not Buffy. X…no,
not Xena either.
Just…Brianna.
It didn't add up to her, though.
The sunglasses she'd found on her nightstand, the disappearance of her
stuffed bear, and the tiny sapphire necklace she'd found around her neck,
the strange, delicate sense of being tucked in at odd hours of the night,
when she knew no one else was there…
She lived in the apartment alone.
"Brianna…"
"It's just too many horror
movies, that's what it is." Mumbling to herself, Brianna tugged a
pair of worn-out Doc Marten sandals from under her bed, half kicking them
on and heading toward the kitchen, convinced that maybe a little ice cream
was all she needed, or maybe some chocolate milk…
"It's too many horror movies and
the fact that I just moved into this monstrosity of a building, and I'm
just paranoid. That's it. Just a paranoid little girl.
It's the city. I just…"
Maybe she shouldn't have moved from
Havas. The little town in Arizona had been her home for years, and
it was where she'd learned about a lot of things. The land, the stars,
the spirits…
The girl sparkled of majick, but
to most, she was 'just a little weird.'
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"Sweet Brianna…"
His eyes fixed on the girl, her
sweet smile, the lion's mane of wild blonde-red hair, those too-wide blue
eyes of hers. She was truly something else, he'd decided, ever since
he'd seen her from afar –
Ever since he'd begun this obsession
with the petite girl who was trying so hard to fit into the scene of the
city. L.A. was somewhere he was sure Brianna didn't belong.
I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a
dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of heart
Make me a suit so I can get it
off
Heaven, help me, my head's spinnin'
'round
Stop this airplane 'cause I got
to get down
She was so pretty, and he didn't
understand why she was alone – any other time, she'd sparkle like the rare
jewels he'd once seen, that smile that had drawn him to her, made him want
to keep her for his own personal game of cat and mouse, toy with her…
Then leave her pleading.
He knew it'd hurt him to smash such
a pretty creature, but he'd done it before, and he was sure he could do
it again – he'd just have to watch her for a while. Learn her life.
Get her to trust him.
Get her to be fine with him…
Here's to the Montagues
John Wayne and Betty Davis
And Romeo, he waved before
A chorus girl in Vegas, hey ha
ha
Juliet is up in Heaven
A pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico
To get her prescription filled
His sweet Juliet, that's what he
saw in Brianna – the tragic girl would end in ways she couldn't comprehend,
and people would mourn her. Mourn her beauty, her smile, the smile
that seemed to open the very gates of heaven…
He'd bring her down into his hell.
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like
a dream
She was on fire last night
And I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
There she was, curling back up under
those perfect green sheets, curls fanning over her pillow, that smile drifting
over her lips as eyelashes fluttered and dreams lulled her into false safety…
So beautiful…
I had a dream last night…because
she looked just like a dream…