Rain falls upon the ground
Overlapping my footsteps
So that I make no sound
I make no presence
I do not exist
No matter how hard I try
That is what you always insist
I am a dream
Part of the past
Any memory of me
Will escape you fast
Look in my direction
And all you'll see is air
Over time I've faded
Life just isn't fair
Ignore me as you will
You may not remember
But a place in time I once did fill
And now as I walk in the rain
I slowly start to drift away
You'll never have to see me
Any other day
~*~*~The Illusion Called Reality ~*~*~
I walked into the club called Las Noches, meeting loud incoherent music and
flashing red lights. Walking up to the bar I asked the barmaid, from her
aura I could tell she was a blood bond, for the house specialty.
After retrieving my drink I walked to a dark corner. Sitting down I watched
the mingled crowd of humans and vampires dance and converse, every now and
then hearing snippets from their conversations over the loud music. But none
of what they were talking about was of any real interest to me. However I
did here something about Sarah Vida being changed by one of the twins.
That made me smirk. It must have been a heartbreaker for Dominique. If
indeed the cold-blooded bitch actually had a heart. I doubted it. A figure
sat down across from me, or rather a vampire, and quite strong one from what
I could tell.
Looking from the crowd to her I knew who she was at once, Risika. " And what
brings a witch to our club?" she asked with amusement...or was it threat?
" I am not a witch," I said brushing off her question.
" Oh? Then what are you?" she inquired showing no real sign of actually
caring.
" Just another vampire passing by." I said, my gaze turned from her back to
the crowd. Obviously I had hit some kind of nerve in her system because with
speed that even I couldn't see she picked me up and threw me against the
wall, pinning me to it.
" Don't play games with me witch." Her eyes flickered dangerously. The crowd
had now stopped from whatever they were doing and turned their attention to
the fight. I do have to congratulate myself for keeping a low profile.
" I said, Risika, I am not a witch." I let my aura flare and pure energy came
from my hands, knocking her to the opposite wall. She hit me mentally.
Cursing my ignorance, for not putting up my shields I fell on the floor in
pain, I had been right, she was strong. I got to my feet to find her a foot
away from me with a silver blade in her hand. Unlike her, I prefer to use my
natural 'power', rather than a sword.
I felt a flow of energy and fire run through my body and in seconds my once
solid form turned completely to fire. My features were the same as they had
when they were solid, except no more pale skin, no more brown hair, no black
eyes.all blinding flame. Beautiful yet deadly.
Within moments I had her pinned to the wall, my burning hands searing her
skin causing her to drop the sword in agony. " What are you!" she gasped in
pain.
" I am just a figment of your imagination." I said, then I disappeared all
together, enjoying the look of shock, fear, and pain on her face.
~*~*~*~
I am many things, in fact you could say that I was everything. And I very
well could be everything as long as you believed I was. For part of my life
I was an Illusionist. I could create an illusion so real that I could
convince people of anything. And once they believe, well then it becomes
real.
You could say that my power was false, but I don't care what you think, I
thought I had the greatest power of all. I can do, make, and be anything I
wanted. I have made people believe themselves to death. If you don't call
that power, I don't know what you do.
Don't take me as an arrogant person, I took my illusions very seriously. I
come from no clan, no bloodline of any sort. There is no other person like
me from what I know of. How did I become 'gifted' you ask? Truth is, I don't
know. My life has been a blur, a mixture of a thousand of different lives.
I do not remember my childhood or my birth parents. I have every kind of
blood imaginable in me, right down from rabbit to vampire.
I say ' part of my life was an Illusionist' because I am no longer one.
After a while of ' illusioning' I started to believe in my forms. Now I
can't remember the line between illusion and reality, so...illusion became
reality. I really do start to take on the forms I once illusioned myself to
be.
Whether my power is illusion or reality I don't know anymore, and quite
frankly I like it that way. You could say that I am a shifter. But unlike
shifters I can change myself into anything I want. Although you must
understand that I cannot change others, I mean sure, I can make them think
they are on fire and like I said, they will be on fire once they believe, but
I can't make their form fire.
The only question that has haunted me, although I tell no one, is that I do
not know my true form. I am not sure whether it's human, animal, or even
vampire. Do not ask me how I could not know my own form. Like I said, my
life's been a blur of different lives and memories. And as the years go by
the memories come less often.
I am immortal, not knowing when I was born. I could be 17 years old, as I
look it, and really I would be 2000 years old. But for this chapter in my
life I am Avira Amarisque Novelensk. An illusion, called reality.
A/N hey everyone! Srry but I had to have Avira kick some strong vamps ass and
I could not sacrifice my dear Jager and Silver to feel Avira's wrath lol.
Risika is still awesome!!! Newho I hope you got the whole 'changing into
flame thing' and also I hope her illusion part wasn't too confusing. I think
this is going to be just a short story, but if my muse ever comes back from
her coffee break (COFFEE!!) then I'll write some more. Well review and tell
me what you think!!
Don't suffer from inanity, enjoy every minute of it!
~Pothe
Overlapping my footsteps
So that I make no sound
I make no presence
I do not exist
No matter how hard I try
That is what you always insist
I am a dream
Part of the past
Any memory of me
Will escape you fast
Look in my direction
And all you'll see is air
Over time I've faded
Life just isn't fair
Ignore me as you will
You may not remember
But a place in time I once did fill
And now as I walk in the rain
I slowly start to drift away
You'll never have to see me
Any other day
~*~*~The Illusion Called Reality ~*~*~
I walked into the club called Las Noches, meeting loud incoherent music and
flashing red lights. Walking up to the bar I asked the barmaid, from her
aura I could tell she was a blood bond, for the house specialty.
After retrieving my drink I walked to a dark corner. Sitting down I watched
the mingled crowd of humans and vampires dance and converse, every now and
then hearing snippets from their conversations over the loud music. But none
of what they were talking about was of any real interest to me. However I
did here something about Sarah Vida being changed by one of the twins.
That made me smirk. It must have been a heartbreaker for Dominique. If
indeed the cold-blooded bitch actually had a heart. I doubted it. A figure
sat down across from me, or rather a vampire, and quite strong one from what
I could tell.
Looking from the crowd to her I knew who she was at once, Risika. " And what
brings a witch to our club?" she asked with amusement...or was it threat?
" I am not a witch," I said brushing off her question.
" Oh? Then what are you?" she inquired showing no real sign of actually
caring.
" Just another vampire passing by." I said, my gaze turned from her back to
the crowd. Obviously I had hit some kind of nerve in her system because with
speed that even I couldn't see she picked me up and threw me against the
wall, pinning me to it.
" Don't play games with me witch." Her eyes flickered dangerously. The crowd
had now stopped from whatever they were doing and turned their attention to
the fight. I do have to congratulate myself for keeping a low profile.
" I said, Risika, I am not a witch." I let my aura flare and pure energy came
from my hands, knocking her to the opposite wall. She hit me mentally.
Cursing my ignorance, for not putting up my shields I fell on the floor in
pain, I had been right, she was strong. I got to my feet to find her a foot
away from me with a silver blade in her hand. Unlike her, I prefer to use my
natural 'power', rather than a sword.
I felt a flow of energy and fire run through my body and in seconds my once
solid form turned completely to fire. My features were the same as they had
when they were solid, except no more pale skin, no more brown hair, no black
eyes.all blinding flame. Beautiful yet deadly.
Within moments I had her pinned to the wall, my burning hands searing her
skin causing her to drop the sword in agony. " What are you!" she gasped in
pain.
" I am just a figment of your imagination." I said, then I disappeared all
together, enjoying the look of shock, fear, and pain on her face.
~*~*~*~
I am many things, in fact you could say that I was everything. And I very
well could be everything as long as you believed I was. For part of my life
I was an Illusionist. I could create an illusion so real that I could
convince people of anything. And once they believe, well then it becomes
real.
You could say that my power was false, but I don't care what you think, I
thought I had the greatest power of all. I can do, make, and be anything I
wanted. I have made people believe themselves to death. If you don't call
that power, I don't know what you do.
Don't take me as an arrogant person, I took my illusions very seriously. I
come from no clan, no bloodline of any sort. There is no other person like
me from what I know of. How did I become 'gifted' you ask? Truth is, I don't
know. My life has been a blur, a mixture of a thousand of different lives.
I do not remember my childhood or my birth parents. I have every kind of
blood imaginable in me, right down from rabbit to vampire.
I say ' part of my life was an Illusionist' because I am no longer one.
After a while of ' illusioning' I started to believe in my forms. Now I
can't remember the line between illusion and reality, so...illusion became
reality. I really do start to take on the forms I once illusioned myself to
be.
Whether my power is illusion or reality I don't know anymore, and quite
frankly I like it that way. You could say that I am a shifter. But unlike
shifters I can change myself into anything I want. Although you must
understand that I cannot change others, I mean sure, I can make them think
they are on fire and like I said, they will be on fire once they believe, but
I can't make their form fire.
The only question that has haunted me, although I tell no one, is that I do
not know my true form. I am not sure whether it's human, animal, or even
vampire. Do not ask me how I could not know my own form. Like I said, my
life's been a blur of different lives and memories. And as the years go by
the memories come less often.
I am immortal, not knowing when I was born. I could be 17 years old, as I
look it, and really I would be 2000 years old. But for this chapter in my
life I am Avira Amarisque Novelensk. An illusion, called reality.
A/N hey everyone! Srry but I had to have Avira kick some strong vamps ass and
I could not sacrifice my dear Jager and Silver to feel Avira's wrath lol.
Risika is still awesome!!! Newho I hope you got the whole 'changing into
flame thing' and also I hope her illusion part wasn't too confusing. I think
this is going to be just a short story, but if my muse ever comes back from
her coffee break (COFFEE!!) then I'll write some more. Well review and tell
me what you think!!
Don't suffer from inanity, enjoy every minute of it!
~Pothe