All right, let's see what I can drag out of my insanity this frigid day.
Saw Lord Of The Rings 2 recently, and decided that I want an elf. No! Not
like that, more of as a pet and for other things. Imagine all the
interesting french fries you could have with some one like that around the
house, and you'd never have to deal with those annoying sales people. Just
sick the elf on them. *grins evilly, and gathers her stuff to go elf
hunting*
Fade
Blue eyes stared up at the warn ceiling, it's plaster slightly cracked in places like that of all old houses. Outside the night flowed seamlessly over city streets, calling forth the off color streetlights and the flimsy glow that escaped bit by bit through bar windows. Her fingers twisted absently toying with a long black lock; a habit she'd had since child hood. With the mindless motion her thoughts roamed free. In the fading light of the sky she saw violet eyes, and felt the beautiful pain of wanting the unattainable.
"Father Himura." Her lips formed the words experimentally, the act of calling some one who looked so close to her age 'Father' felt strange on her lips. But age had little to do with reality, and the collar around his throat put a further distance between them than age ever could. Yet in that distance lay safety, the safety that came with the surety that even though he would never love her, her would also never hurt her. The persistent rub of whiskers and fur against her hand distracted the thoughts that dangerously drifted towards fantasy. Smiling to herself Kaoru looked down at the cat, her eyes meeting light brown that held a look perfected by cats. It was the passingly amused look that expressed with out words what silly creatures humans were.
With a last click her bedside lamp dimmed, darkness filling the room with its open chill. In the night padded feet walked over her stomach as Spite curled up in a ball. In that simple movement she found Sprite to be far more comforting than any stuffed animal.
Behind closed lids amethyst eyes met hers, something urgent coming held in their depths. Lips moved, and she wandered at the feel of their smoothness, but he was to far away for touch. There was something she should have herd, something important that he was trying to tell her. But no sound reached her ears, only the whisper of winter winds as she walked towards the priest. In a moment his head turned, red bangs hiding his eyes from her. A brad slid down his back, ends coiling in their bindings, and in the dream she wanted to read out and free those trapped strands from the band that held them back from his face. As the desire formed the hair fell from its clasp creating a rain of blood around the figure, yellow eyes stared back at her from the priests face with a calculated hatred. Gasping she jerked her hand back clutching it to herself as if burned, yet still not free of the yellow gaze unholy against the priests garb. ---- In the darkness that melted around them she herd the echoes of an ironic laughter, as the scene shifted around her. Black walls, unseen but felt, melted away giving breath to the icy wind that howled rebellion against the slowly coming light. Around her shapes formed, still statues of men long gone. In the gray light of morning she watched pleading brown eyes as wind blown hair sought to hide the view. She was beautiful, this beautiful lady of pain who stood above them in angelic detachment. Tears fell in the slow rain of crystals down beautiful skin and falling upon white cloth, tears of the fear and defeat that was mirrored in brown eyes. Unwillingly her eyes traveled down over windswept white cloth to settle upon coarse rope.
Rope. . .her mind paused, thinking against the dream. ~Why is there rope?~ Panic gripped her dream-self, the panic not hers, but the pain of another. ~No! Not her, she has no crimes, they are mine.~ Kaoru screamed, pushing against the bonds that held her until the quick pain of a whip bit into her back. Then the fire rose, with terrifying speed, flames burning hair and cloth like butterfly wings, quickly expired in hot drafts. Through it all a low scream tore from the burning angel, a name she couldn't recognize, but it called to her, she should know it. Her wrists twisted against heavy bindings, their coarse surfaces tearing the skin of her wrists just as the flames burned away white clad innocence. ~Stop this she screamed at the gray statues around her. Why are you letting this happen, what have we done?!~ Helpless she watched the fire move in the ripples and waves of water, black smoke forming a low haze over the crowd. And blue eyes cried, her heart breaking with each crackle of the fire as words that were not hers fell from her mouth.
"You will all burn with her before I die." The voice was cold, hollow with the ring of a fractured mind left nothing but revenge. A voice that commanded the torment of Hell, holding the unmoving promise to share all the pain they had just bore witness to. ---- Then fire rose around her, as she walks through the burning town, building falling in slow motion around her. Red painted the streets, the red of blood and flame as people fought to flee. But there would be little salvation, fire and the sharp shine of steel brought justice to them. They had destroyed an angel, destroyed that which offered salvation to the monster. Trapped she fought against the mind that wasn't her, and the thoughts she couldn't control. She felt the bite of the blade as it cut through flesh, pausing momentarily upon the bone of some poor soul seeking safety. Behind eyes that weren't hers she watched, screaming against the cruelty of memory. ---- She stood watching the city, flames filling her vision as buildings fell into hot coals embrace, giving birth to sparks that floated like willow- wisps through the open window. There was the smell of burning hair as the cobblestone of old streets rose to embrace and sooth the emptiness inside. Even at the impact the dream wasn't over, the dream should have ended, releasing her from this torment. ---- She stood above the fallen figure, watching blood mix with red hair, tangling and dulling its beauty. She mourned for that beauty, finding it more of a loss than the deaths she had watched moments ago. Slowly she turned blue eyes searching around her, houses rose in front of her. Their fire filled windows like accusing eyes blocked her vision, filling the street where the school should have been. In the distance bells tolled, smoke rising in force around the spire of the church as the city burned.
~Don't turn around~ her mind screamed, panic locking her limbs, as with the helplessness of a dream she turned. The houses behind her stood empty and untouched, each painful movement bringing her eyes closer. She tried to stare at the houses, to memorize their build and distract the dream. But it wouldn't allow her that. Upon the sidewalk lay that once beautiful red hair surrounding its owner, even the listlessness of death those yellow eyes were fearful. The dream tore her eyes away, leading them up the front steps, and she fought against it, trying to shut out the image that was just outside her sight now. Bricks climbed tentatively with her eyes, then windows their blank surface's a town's jury, finally the second floor came into view as she fought against the binds of night. Inside she knew what waited the way instinct knows evil when touched, the way insanity brings a strange clarity to things that mortals shouldn't understand.
The clawed feet of a large dog cut impatiently into the sill, blackened nails moving with the crack of breaking wood. Black fur the color of dirt and taint covered legs, hanging in patches from torn skin. Old wounds, their stench of decay filling the tick air, exposed muscle and tendon, flexing and expanding with each shift of weight. Fur matted, thick like tar around the creature's throat. Whimpering came from parted as Kaoru fought to turn her head away, not wanting to see. Panic welled inside her, building with the tightness in her chest. She was a hunted thing, lost in the chase and waves of evil that made her try to scrub the filth from her skin even as she tried to turn her head. She didn't want to see it, didn't want to let her eyes follow the slow path up matted fur. But heedless to their mistress her eyes continued on, leading to a lipless snarl of yellowed teeth that were used to destruction. The dark place of the human soul formed in front of her, the places that killed for the pleasure of blood and left children to burn in a fated city. Broken and desolate the thing in front of her liked a lipless mouth, tongue black and dirty from moral decay snaked between jagged teeth, far to large from the wolfish mouth that seemed to hunger for her. Tears formed in the corners of blue eyes, sliding down pale cheeks as she fought against deadened helplessness that held her limbs to the sidewalk. The blue eyes met the beast's own and she was falling; knees hitting imagined concrete, stomach rising painfully in her throat, and free of the safety of conscious and subconscious her mind met the reality of her dream in painful recognition. The silence deafened her, no sound of the raging fire or screaming torment, but the unnatural silence only something divorced from like could possess. Clouded yellow, the color of envy and puss burned painfully into her, hating her. Pure distain that committed genocide, far older than any Holocaust, looked down at her angry for her place in the world, fighting to return to the flesh that all around it had, eager to take and taint until the world was remade in its image.
Helplessness wrapped her arms around herself, eyes unmoving from the antique horror that began to pace back and forth across the windowsill. A growl came and with it the sound of broken bodies left dismembered in a box, of perversity left to die with the trash, and the hate of all that light has touched. Shaking, she held herself close, fingernails digging into her upper arms. The skin split, making her hands sticky, and for a moment that distracted her thoughts from the creature as though her mind was searching for something of the mundane to draw its attention from the horror that threatened insanity. The growl brought her back her eyes still left unmoving form the creature, the creature that was tensing bared muscles as it faced her. Blue eyes widened, their pupils dilating with shock.
"No. . ." The single word was a whispered prayer for it not to see her though it already had, in her mind she fought for control of a dream that wasn't hers. Time seemed to stop, each movement painfully loud in her ears as claws left the sill, small pieces of wood taking flight with dirty fur and her destruction. Then she was falling, darkness reaching up and taking her as she dropped into nothingness, loosing herself in the confines of unnatural sleep. As thought left her with the dream she watched darkness close above her, darkness that held almost human shape and clear yellow eyes.
Green carpet sat an unresponsive witness to writhing shadow. Insubstantial fingers clutched at its rough surface as he fell prey to past lament. Thoughts fighting for purchase hissed remorse against the night's air.
'Damn you.' Shadows formed words, defining features out of habit until yellow eyes squinted from an angular almost feminine face. 'You will not have her, I am your last!'
Tension made the air thick, gathering power pressing heavily against shadow- substance and pushing him back into the carpet back into the house he was now part of. Will alone held the faltering form, as hate made a palpable sound leaked from old walls. It fell with malice in drops of taint that quickly filled the rooms. Fighting the pull he rose with fingers of air clenching heavy blankets of the bed above him. Each movement brought red memories of fire and vengeance. He was a fitting victim for the house, a fitting sacrifice to its evil with his past sins to keep its hate in check. Fitting like the killer that had lived here before him, fitting like the bones he knew were set into the basements stone.
Clear yellow eyes fell upon the sleeping girl, lost in the darkness of a dreamless slumber. A slumber he had cast her into, but there had been no other way, this place would not be permitted to touch another. Why wouldn't she just leave, leave him to his torment and the houses evil. Weakly he leaned against the bed, the action a memory left over from forgotten humanity. Strength was something he was never allowed to gather here, just enough to cause small acts against the places random inhabitants, and breaking the dream had taken more than he hand left. Falling, his spirit heavy, he sunk back onto green carpet, dimming yellow eyes meeting curious soft brown.
Above him the cat looked down, eyes watching him warily, he remembered it trying to wake her. Pacing and screeching across her shoulders, its rough tongue scraping her check, then out of desperation teeth would bite her hand. But nothing got a response or brought her from the dream in which she screamed and dug her nails into flesh. A smile, if ghosts could do such things, tried to form as shadows sank into the green carpet beside the bed falling into the abyss of thoughtlessness, their last recollection was of small paws and fur that curled up over fading consciousness.
JML- Yes.Kenshin as a priest, and a Catholic one at that. Aku- just a little more than your standard Catholic priest, but then again that's what there's best at, demonology (other than being in denial). Chiruken- Thank you, and yes the OCD runs rampant, especially with this fic. Almost managed to creep myself out the other night. . .all most. Michiru- Wrote this one and "Touched" because I got tired of seeing them in the same roles over and over. There are some really great fics on here, but there are many that lack difference. Kenshin's character is very versatile, and with a little creativity can be stuck into many different roles. Aisuru- Try living with dark green carpeting, the apt Kaoru lives in is modeled after my own cave (though no ghosts this time around). Not romance, but interesting tension may evolve between the two of them Omochi- the human eyes aren't much a clue; least I wasn't intending such, but maybe. . . Have noticed that some animal have almost human eyes, not just intelligent, but understanding as well. And there will most likely be more cat/ghost interaction. SLS- The ghost isn't necessarily evil; you haven't met evil yet as far as this story goes. *Smirks* Ghosts aren't the only nasty things in that house. . .
Fade
Blue eyes stared up at the warn ceiling, it's plaster slightly cracked in places like that of all old houses. Outside the night flowed seamlessly over city streets, calling forth the off color streetlights and the flimsy glow that escaped bit by bit through bar windows. Her fingers twisted absently toying with a long black lock; a habit she'd had since child hood. With the mindless motion her thoughts roamed free. In the fading light of the sky she saw violet eyes, and felt the beautiful pain of wanting the unattainable.
"Father Himura." Her lips formed the words experimentally, the act of calling some one who looked so close to her age 'Father' felt strange on her lips. But age had little to do with reality, and the collar around his throat put a further distance between them than age ever could. Yet in that distance lay safety, the safety that came with the surety that even though he would never love her, her would also never hurt her. The persistent rub of whiskers and fur against her hand distracted the thoughts that dangerously drifted towards fantasy. Smiling to herself Kaoru looked down at the cat, her eyes meeting light brown that held a look perfected by cats. It was the passingly amused look that expressed with out words what silly creatures humans were.
With a last click her bedside lamp dimmed, darkness filling the room with its open chill. In the night padded feet walked over her stomach as Spite curled up in a ball. In that simple movement she found Sprite to be far more comforting than any stuffed animal.
Behind closed lids amethyst eyes met hers, something urgent coming held in their depths. Lips moved, and she wandered at the feel of their smoothness, but he was to far away for touch. There was something she should have herd, something important that he was trying to tell her. But no sound reached her ears, only the whisper of winter winds as she walked towards the priest. In a moment his head turned, red bangs hiding his eyes from her. A brad slid down his back, ends coiling in their bindings, and in the dream she wanted to read out and free those trapped strands from the band that held them back from his face. As the desire formed the hair fell from its clasp creating a rain of blood around the figure, yellow eyes stared back at her from the priests face with a calculated hatred. Gasping she jerked her hand back clutching it to herself as if burned, yet still not free of the yellow gaze unholy against the priests garb. ---- In the darkness that melted around them she herd the echoes of an ironic laughter, as the scene shifted around her. Black walls, unseen but felt, melted away giving breath to the icy wind that howled rebellion against the slowly coming light. Around her shapes formed, still statues of men long gone. In the gray light of morning she watched pleading brown eyes as wind blown hair sought to hide the view. She was beautiful, this beautiful lady of pain who stood above them in angelic detachment. Tears fell in the slow rain of crystals down beautiful skin and falling upon white cloth, tears of the fear and defeat that was mirrored in brown eyes. Unwillingly her eyes traveled down over windswept white cloth to settle upon coarse rope.
Rope. . .her mind paused, thinking against the dream. ~Why is there rope?~ Panic gripped her dream-self, the panic not hers, but the pain of another. ~No! Not her, she has no crimes, they are mine.~ Kaoru screamed, pushing against the bonds that held her until the quick pain of a whip bit into her back. Then the fire rose, with terrifying speed, flames burning hair and cloth like butterfly wings, quickly expired in hot drafts. Through it all a low scream tore from the burning angel, a name she couldn't recognize, but it called to her, she should know it. Her wrists twisted against heavy bindings, their coarse surfaces tearing the skin of her wrists just as the flames burned away white clad innocence. ~Stop this she screamed at the gray statues around her. Why are you letting this happen, what have we done?!~ Helpless she watched the fire move in the ripples and waves of water, black smoke forming a low haze over the crowd. And blue eyes cried, her heart breaking with each crackle of the fire as words that were not hers fell from her mouth.
"You will all burn with her before I die." The voice was cold, hollow with the ring of a fractured mind left nothing but revenge. A voice that commanded the torment of Hell, holding the unmoving promise to share all the pain they had just bore witness to. ---- Then fire rose around her, as she walks through the burning town, building falling in slow motion around her. Red painted the streets, the red of blood and flame as people fought to flee. But there would be little salvation, fire and the sharp shine of steel brought justice to them. They had destroyed an angel, destroyed that which offered salvation to the monster. Trapped she fought against the mind that wasn't her, and the thoughts she couldn't control. She felt the bite of the blade as it cut through flesh, pausing momentarily upon the bone of some poor soul seeking safety. Behind eyes that weren't hers she watched, screaming against the cruelty of memory. ---- She stood watching the city, flames filling her vision as buildings fell into hot coals embrace, giving birth to sparks that floated like willow- wisps through the open window. There was the smell of burning hair as the cobblestone of old streets rose to embrace and sooth the emptiness inside. Even at the impact the dream wasn't over, the dream should have ended, releasing her from this torment. ---- She stood above the fallen figure, watching blood mix with red hair, tangling and dulling its beauty. She mourned for that beauty, finding it more of a loss than the deaths she had watched moments ago. Slowly she turned blue eyes searching around her, houses rose in front of her. Their fire filled windows like accusing eyes blocked her vision, filling the street where the school should have been. In the distance bells tolled, smoke rising in force around the spire of the church as the city burned.
~Don't turn around~ her mind screamed, panic locking her limbs, as with the helplessness of a dream she turned. The houses behind her stood empty and untouched, each painful movement bringing her eyes closer. She tried to stare at the houses, to memorize their build and distract the dream. But it wouldn't allow her that. Upon the sidewalk lay that once beautiful red hair surrounding its owner, even the listlessness of death those yellow eyes were fearful. The dream tore her eyes away, leading them up the front steps, and she fought against it, trying to shut out the image that was just outside her sight now. Bricks climbed tentatively with her eyes, then windows their blank surface's a town's jury, finally the second floor came into view as she fought against the binds of night. Inside she knew what waited the way instinct knows evil when touched, the way insanity brings a strange clarity to things that mortals shouldn't understand.
The clawed feet of a large dog cut impatiently into the sill, blackened nails moving with the crack of breaking wood. Black fur the color of dirt and taint covered legs, hanging in patches from torn skin. Old wounds, their stench of decay filling the tick air, exposed muscle and tendon, flexing and expanding with each shift of weight. Fur matted, thick like tar around the creature's throat. Whimpering came from parted as Kaoru fought to turn her head away, not wanting to see. Panic welled inside her, building with the tightness in her chest. She was a hunted thing, lost in the chase and waves of evil that made her try to scrub the filth from her skin even as she tried to turn her head. She didn't want to see it, didn't want to let her eyes follow the slow path up matted fur. But heedless to their mistress her eyes continued on, leading to a lipless snarl of yellowed teeth that were used to destruction. The dark place of the human soul formed in front of her, the places that killed for the pleasure of blood and left children to burn in a fated city. Broken and desolate the thing in front of her liked a lipless mouth, tongue black and dirty from moral decay snaked between jagged teeth, far to large from the wolfish mouth that seemed to hunger for her. Tears formed in the corners of blue eyes, sliding down pale cheeks as she fought against deadened helplessness that held her limbs to the sidewalk. The blue eyes met the beast's own and she was falling; knees hitting imagined concrete, stomach rising painfully in her throat, and free of the safety of conscious and subconscious her mind met the reality of her dream in painful recognition. The silence deafened her, no sound of the raging fire or screaming torment, but the unnatural silence only something divorced from like could possess. Clouded yellow, the color of envy and puss burned painfully into her, hating her. Pure distain that committed genocide, far older than any Holocaust, looked down at her angry for her place in the world, fighting to return to the flesh that all around it had, eager to take and taint until the world was remade in its image.
Helplessness wrapped her arms around herself, eyes unmoving from the antique horror that began to pace back and forth across the windowsill. A growl came and with it the sound of broken bodies left dismembered in a box, of perversity left to die with the trash, and the hate of all that light has touched. Shaking, she held herself close, fingernails digging into her upper arms. The skin split, making her hands sticky, and for a moment that distracted her thoughts from the creature as though her mind was searching for something of the mundane to draw its attention from the horror that threatened insanity. The growl brought her back her eyes still left unmoving form the creature, the creature that was tensing bared muscles as it faced her. Blue eyes widened, their pupils dilating with shock.
"No. . ." The single word was a whispered prayer for it not to see her though it already had, in her mind she fought for control of a dream that wasn't hers. Time seemed to stop, each movement painfully loud in her ears as claws left the sill, small pieces of wood taking flight with dirty fur and her destruction. Then she was falling, darkness reaching up and taking her as she dropped into nothingness, loosing herself in the confines of unnatural sleep. As thought left her with the dream she watched darkness close above her, darkness that held almost human shape and clear yellow eyes.
Green carpet sat an unresponsive witness to writhing shadow. Insubstantial fingers clutched at its rough surface as he fell prey to past lament. Thoughts fighting for purchase hissed remorse against the night's air.
'Damn you.' Shadows formed words, defining features out of habit until yellow eyes squinted from an angular almost feminine face. 'You will not have her, I am your last!'
Tension made the air thick, gathering power pressing heavily against shadow- substance and pushing him back into the carpet back into the house he was now part of. Will alone held the faltering form, as hate made a palpable sound leaked from old walls. It fell with malice in drops of taint that quickly filled the rooms. Fighting the pull he rose with fingers of air clenching heavy blankets of the bed above him. Each movement brought red memories of fire and vengeance. He was a fitting victim for the house, a fitting sacrifice to its evil with his past sins to keep its hate in check. Fitting like the killer that had lived here before him, fitting like the bones he knew were set into the basements stone.
Clear yellow eyes fell upon the sleeping girl, lost in the darkness of a dreamless slumber. A slumber he had cast her into, but there had been no other way, this place would not be permitted to touch another. Why wouldn't she just leave, leave him to his torment and the houses evil. Weakly he leaned against the bed, the action a memory left over from forgotten humanity. Strength was something he was never allowed to gather here, just enough to cause small acts against the places random inhabitants, and breaking the dream had taken more than he hand left. Falling, his spirit heavy, he sunk back onto green carpet, dimming yellow eyes meeting curious soft brown.
Above him the cat looked down, eyes watching him warily, he remembered it trying to wake her. Pacing and screeching across her shoulders, its rough tongue scraping her check, then out of desperation teeth would bite her hand. But nothing got a response or brought her from the dream in which she screamed and dug her nails into flesh. A smile, if ghosts could do such things, tried to form as shadows sank into the green carpet beside the bed falling into the abyss of thoughtlessness, their last recollection was of small paws and fur that curled up over fading consciousness.
JML- Yes.Kenshin as a priest, and a Catholic one at that. Aku- just a little more than your standard Catholic priest, but then again that's what there's best at, demonology (other than being in denial). Chiruken- Thank you, and yes the OCD runs rampant, especially with this fic. Almost managed to creep myself out the other night. . .all most. Michiru- Wrote this one and "Touched" because I got tired of seeing them in the same roles over and over. There are some really great fics on here, but there are many that lack difference. Kenshin's character is very versatile, and with a little creativity can be stuck into many different roles. Aisuru- Try living with dark green carpeting, the apt Kaoru lives in is modeled after my own cave (though no ghosts this time around). Not romance, but interesting tension may evolve between the two of them Omochi- the human eyes aren't much a clue; least I wasn't intending such, but maybe. . . Have noticed that some animal have almost human eyes, not just intelligent, but understanding as well. And there will most likely be more cat/ghost interaction. SLS- The ghost isn't necessarily evil; you haven't met evil yet as far as this story goes. *Smirks* Ghosts aren't the only nasty things in that house. . .