Wow. I've posted 3 chapters this week, so yeah. I'm gone this weekend,
don't expect any. Uuhmm! Still nothing really interesting happening in this
chapter, but oh well. I'm giving info on characters. Please r/r!
Tjones: You're upset about San and Red!? Ack! I'm not really about the lovey dovey type relationships. I think I mostly write about their problems.. they might end up together, you never know. What San feels like in the end, that's how it'll end up. And I really plan on finishing this, because I want to write the sequels, and yeah. There will be sequels.
Dulce Ambrosia: Thank you, I'll try. I love writing descriptions; I guess that's what I do best. Not really good at staying with characters, but I'm trying.
Enigma Chapter 10
-And I wonder, day to day, I don't like you, anway.-
Trent followed Jahn Dranth, blood thirsty leach that claimed to be protecting the human race, into the fires of hell. He had only been on her floor twice before, but it had *changed*.
The largest area of the floor was set up as a bedroom. All blacks, reds, darkest browns. Billowing drapes and dancing flames. The bed sat in the center of the room, blankets a mass of black cotton and silk. It was four- poster, the wood engraved with Celtic designs and runes hidden in to act like a part of the design. Burgundy netting draped around the bed in Gothic romance. At the foot of the bed, sitting on a shade of wood so dark it appeared black, was a chest. It was large, out of the same wood as the floor, and had just one lock that looked easy to pick. The only window was on the east wall that appeared open if judged by the blowing curtains that varied shades of blacks and reds. On a desk in a corner were candles of various sizes and colors, the only colors in the room besides black and red. Few candles were spread about the room, their wicks dancing in the gentle breeze.
"I didn't see the purpose of using the smallest room as a bedroom when I have no visitors, anyway," Jahn said, catching Trent's stares of amazement at the room.
"It's.you," Trent said dumbly, not thinking of anything else to say that would state the glorious beauty of the room.
Jahn cast him a side ways glance, a spark of the faded red eyes, and headed towards the part of the room that hadn't changed-the small kitchen.
"So," the vampire said, just loud enough for Trent to hear, "what do you want?"
@~`~~,~~
The pain was still there. A deep ache in his chest where his heart was, that called and beckoned his other half. but she wasn't within his reach.
Red watched his cousin pace the marble floor, the old fashioned lilac dress she insisted on wearing brushing the ground. Her bare feet made small padded noises as each heel hit the ground, back and forth, back and forth. Every now and then her walking would speed up, then slow back down, just to speed up once more.
It was all her fault. If she hadn't tried overthrowing him from his place on the Dragon Throne, Sandrine would never have been scared and ran away. Well, that was what he was trying to convince himself, anyway.
Red knew why she left; he had been too closed with his feelings towards her, that the people wouldn't like their future king marrying a peasant. Except he hadn't cared. He would have done anything and everything to make her his for all eternity. He still would.
He was certain he could eventually convince her to return to Untopia and reign with him. He didn't care if the throne was taken from him, even though he would never let himself be, because then Anjasina would just take it and make this realm worse than it already is. And then what would the peasants nickname it?
He shouldn't care, in his father's opinion. Red didn't really care what his father thought, it was all wrong. His mind was covered with dark gaping holes that were filled in with prejudice and torture schemes. Red's mind was much cleaner than his father's, without the prejudice, even though he knew some very good and unique torturing.
Anj spun and faced him, knocking him into the present. She opened her mouth, and then snapped it shut, not sure what to say or how to say it.
Red decided to say something if she couldn't. He leaned back in his cushioned chair, folded his hands in his lap and crossed his legs at the ankle. "Why did you send Jahn on Sandrine, Anj?" he asked. He forced a calm expression and stared blankly at his cousin.
Anj sat down suddenly on the chair across from him. Her face was dark and there was a slightly pink scar on her face that matched the lilac shade of her hair. "Oh, you know why," she muttered, pupils going wide and childish.
"Why don't you enlighten me." It wasn't a suggestion, but a command. The sharp edge of his voice made Anj cringe. How had such a scared girl become of his cruel cousin? he wondered. He knew she was crazy, but bipolar? How interesting.
Lightening fast she glanced up, slit eyes thin and cunning, lilac dark almost to purple. Maybe his bipolar suspicions were right. "She's not being killed, Raymond." She let out a sharp bark of laughter. "She's too powerful! Not even Jahn could kill her."
Red watched, thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn't separate any to fully understand them, they swept through so fast.
"We can't just let the Silver Dragon live in the Dragon Realm, Red! We need all of them here; Green, Red, Silver, Blue, Purple, and Gold. You have no idea what will happen if they just.aren't here." Anj put her hand to her mouth and smiled, more cruelly than Red had ever seen. Once she had removed the stopper from her knowledge, it all poured out.
"We know now who the Silver and Red Dragons are. You and San." she giggled once and stopped abruptly. "It should have been Silver and Gold, but of course you had to go and ruin that." Anj shook her head once and continued. "Blue and Gold, Green and Purple.their stories have yet to reveal themselves." A sliding glance at him with twinkling delight. "Of course, we have our suspicions."
Red focused on what she said. "Who is 'we'?" he asked.
"'We'?" cackled Anj. The harsh noise caused the hair on the back of Red's neck to stand. He had a vague sense of what would come next, as well.
"We are those who you call *familia*."
@~`~~,~~
Secrets are a major part in our life, thought Genevieve, watching the oak door close behind Trent and Jahn. Her old friend and life long leader.
Gen glanced and David, whose gold eyes looked darker than usual. More the shade of a penny than the shade of a 24K ring. It was unusual to see his eyes that color, his golden tones of skin pale underneath the tan. The shapeshifter was more Siberian tiger than White tiger, and Gen had known that since the day she met him.
This was one reason why she loved him.
David's eyes trailed over Brenna and something like jealousy flared in Gen's mind. She hid it well.
Brenna placed a gentle hand on Gen's shoulder. She glanced at the vampire and smiled a small smile, then watched the floor. Who knew what could go on behind that door?
There were so many options; Genevieve found she didn't want to think about. Just think about the old wooden floor with gentle swirls like waves.
@~`~~,~~
Review, please! It's not that hard, and it gets me more motivated. Does more good than bad. Won't you feel guilty if you don't review? I know I do.
Tjones: You're upset about San and Red!? Ack! I'm not really about the lovey dovey type relationships. I think I mostly write about their problems.. they might end up together, you never know. What San feels like in the end, that's how it'll end up. And I really plan on finishing this, because I want to write the sequels, and yeah. There will be sequels.
Dulce Ambrosia: Thank you, I'll try. I love writing descriptions; I guess that's what I do best. Not really good at staying with characters, but I'm trying.
Enigma Chapter 10
-And I wonder, day to day, I don't like you, anway.-
Trent followed Jahn Dranth, blood thirsty leach that claimed to be protecting the human race, into the fires of hell. He had only been on her floor twice before, but it had *changed*.
The largest area of the floor was set up as a bedroom. All blacks, reds, darkest browns. Billowing drapes and dancing flames. The bed sat in the center of the room, blankets a mass of black cotton and silk. It was four- poster, the wood engraved with Celtic designs and runes hidden in to act like a part of the design. Burgundy netting draped around the bed in Gothic romance. At the foot of the bed, sitting on a shade of wood so dark it appeared black, was a chest. It was large, out of the same wood as the floor, and had just one lock that looked easy to pick. The only window was on the east wall that appeared open if judged by the blowing curtains that varied shades of blacks and reds. On a desk in a corner were candles of various sizes and colors, the only colors in the room besides black and red. Few candles were spread about the room, their wicks dancing in the gentle breeze.
"I didn't see the purpose of using the smallest room as a bedroom when I have no visitors, anyway," Jahn said, catching Trent's stares of amazement at the room.
"It's.you," Trent said dumbly, not thinking of anything else to say that would state the glorious beauty of the room.
Jahn cast him a side ways glance, a spark of the faded red eyes, and headed towards the part of the room that hadn't changed-the small kitchen.
"So," the vampire said, just loud enough for Trent to hear, "what do you want?"
@~`~~,~~
The pain was still there. A deep ache in his chest where his heart was, that called and beckoned his other half. but she wasn't within his reach.
Red watched his cousin pace the marble floor, the old fashioned lilac dress she insisted on wearing brushing the ground. Her bare feet made small padded noises as each heel hit the ground, back and forth, back and forth. Every now and then her walking would speed up, then slow back down, just to speed up once more.
It was all her fault. If she hadn't tried overthrowing him from his place on the Dragon Throne, Sandrine would never have been scared and ran away. Well, that was what he was trying to convince himself, anyway.
Red knew why she left; he had been too closed with his feelings towards her, that the people wouldn't like their future king marrying a peasant. Except he hadn't cared. He would have done anything and everything to make her his for all eternity. He still would.
He was certain he could eventually convince her to return to Untopia and reign with him. He didn't care if the throne was taken from him, even though he would never let himself be, because then Anjasina would just take it and make this realm worse than it already is. And then what would the peasants nickname it?
He shouldn't care, in his father's opinion. Red didn't really care what his father thought, it was all wrong. His mind was covered with dark gaping holes that were filled in with prejudice and torture schemes. Red's mind was much cleaner than his father's, without the prejudice, even though he knew some very good and unique torturing.
Anj spun and faced him, knocking him into the present. She opened her mouth, and then snapped it shut, not sure what to say or how to say it.
Red decided to say something if she couldn't. He leaned back in his cushioned chair, folded his hands in his lap and crossed his legs at the ankle. "Why did you send Jahn on Sandrine, Anj?" he asked. He forced a calm expression and stared blankly at his cousin.
Anj sat down suddenly on the chair across from him. Her face was dark and there was a slightly pink scar on her face that matched the lilac shade of her hair. "Oh, you know why," she muttered, pupils going wide and childish.
"Why don't you enlighten me." It wasn't a suggestion, but a command. The sharp edge of his voice made Anj cringe. How had such a scared girl become of his cruel cousin? he wondered. He knew she was crazy, but bipolar? How interesting.
Lightening fast she glanced up, slit eyes thin and cunning, lilac dark almost to purple. Maybe his bipolar suspicions were right. "She's not being killed, Raymond." She let out a sharp bark of laughter. "She's too powerful! Not even Jahn could kill her."
Red watched, thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn't separate any to fully understand them, they swept through so fast.
"We can't just let the Silver Dragon live in the Dragon Realm, Red! We need all of them here; Green, Red, Silver, Blue, Purple, and Gold. You have no idea what will happen if they just.aren't here." Anj put her hand to her mouth and smiled, more cruelly than Red had ever seen. Once she had removed the stopper from her knowledge, it all poured out.
"We know now who the Silver and Red Dragons are. You and San." she giggled once and stopped abruptly. "It should have been Silver and Gold, but of course you had to go and ruin that." Anj shook her head once and continued. "Blue and Gold, Green and Purple.their stories have yet to reveal themselves." A sliding glance at him with twinkling delight. "Of course, we have our suspicions."
Red focused on what she said. "Who is 'we'?" he asked.
"'We'?" cackled Anj. The harsh noise caused the hair on the back of Red's neck to stand. He had a vague sense of what would come next, as well.
"We are those who you call *familia*."
@~`~~,~~
Secrets are a major part in our life, thought Genevieve, watching the oak door close behind Trent and Jahn. Her old friend and life long leader.
Gen glanced and David, whose gold eyes looked darker than usual. More the shade of a penny than the shade of a 24K ring. It was unusual to see his eyes that color, his golden tones of skin pale underneath the tan. The shapeshifter was more Siberian tiger than White tiger, and Gen had known that since the day she met him.
This was one reason why she loved him.
David's eyes trailed over Brenna and something like jealousy flared in Gen's mind. She hid it well.
Brenna placed a gentle hand on Gen's shoulder. She glanced at the vampire and smiled a small smile, then watched the floor. Who knew what could go on behind that door?
There were so many options; Genevieve found she didn't want to think about. Just think about the old wooden floor with gentle swirls like waves.
@~`~~,~~
Review, please! It's not that hard, and it gets me more motivated. Does more good than bad. Won't you feel guilty if you don't review? I know I do.