The Crow: Forgotten Angels
-Grace's Story-
Authors Note: Sorry its short! I plan on them getting longer.
Part I: Scene 7
Angered hands pushed Grace back into the room with the cage. John stood near the curtain with hands in pockets, waiting. His brown eyes looked up to see Grace trip, falling on her side and sliding, while Joanna stalked over her.
"He should just throw you in the trash! We don't need worthless piles of shit and bones here. You disgrace us, all of us!" Joanna pulled grace up to her feet. By a tug of her long hair, Grace's head jerked back, her pale eyes meeting the black ones of the woman before her. "You're a waste of my time," she snarled, her synthetic fangs shinning dangerously. Joanna raised her hand to slap the girl, but just as her arm began to fall down, her wrist was caught.
"That's not very lady-like," John stated flatly. "Nor is it very smart." Confused and bewildered, Grace stared at John, who only gave her a mournful smile while letting go of Joanna's hand. "Roland wouldn't approve, and you know it." He hissed, shoving the violent woman away from Grace.
"Look, she's entrusted to me! She's not your bitch anymore," The fanged woman spat back, her face tense with annoyance. Grace stood dumbfounded between the two quarrelling persons, her mind lost in what was happening. She must have no shame, she must learn to forget. She looked over at John, and then sheepishly turned towards Joanna. "Your presence is no longer needed, take your leave," the fanged woman said between her teeth to John.
With one last glance at Grace, John shrugged his shoulders and walked off, leaving the two alone. Grace could feel the black eyes on her, burning holes in her. What was there to do? She must relearn life. Joanna was her mentor, her savior. Realizing how Joanna quiet the black haired woman was being, Grace broke out of her thoughts to see Joanna Staring back into the room were Roland was.
Some moans from behind the curtain broke the silence that settled between them. Grace stared blankly at the distressed look that covered the older woman's face.
"Let's go…" Joanna whispered softly, leading Grace towards the door and out of the room.
-Grace's Story-
Authors Note: Sorry its short! I plan on them getting longer.
Part I: Scene 7
Angered hands pushed Grace back into the room with the cage. John stood near the curtain with hands in pockets, waiting. His brown eyes looked up to see Grace trip, falling on her side and sliding, while Joanna stalked over her.
"He should just throw you in the trash! We don't need worthless piles of shit and bones here. You disgrace us, all of us!" Joanna pulled grace up to her feet. By a tug of her long hair, Grace's head jerked back, her pale eyes meeting the black ones of the woman before her. "You're a waste of my time," she snarled, her synthetic fangs shinning dangerously. Joanna raised her hand to slap the girl, but just as her arm began to fall down, her wrist was caught.
"That's not very lady-like," John stated flatly. "Nor is it very smart." Confused and bewildered, Grace stared at John, who only gave her a mournful smile while letting go of Joanna's hand. "Roland wouldn't approve, and you know it." He hissed, shoving the violent woman away from Grace.
"Look, she's entrusted to me! She's not your bitch anymore," The fanged woman spat back, her face tense with annoyance. Grace stood dumbfounded between the two quarrelling persons, her mind lost in what was happening. She must have no shame, she must learn to forget. She looked over at John, and then sheepishly turned towards Joanna. "Your presence is no longer needed, take your leave," the fanged woman said between her teeth to John.
With one last glance at Grace, John shrugged his shoulders and walked off, leaving the two alone. Grace could feel the black eyes on her, burning holes in her. What was there to do? She must relearn life. Joanna was her mentor, her savior. Realizing how Joanna quiet the black haired woman was being, Grace broke out of her thoughts to see Joanna Staring back into the room were Roland was.
Some moans from behind the curtain broke the silence that settled between them. Grace stared blankly at the distressed look that covered the older woman's face.
"Let's go…" Joanna whispered softly, leading Grace towards the door and out of the room.