Chapter 4 Forests Unknown
Comments: Most of this was all Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' work, the plot in this story is mine. My first fanfic! Read and Review! Comments! Criticism! Suggestions! Anything is helpful to Willowtear!
Thanks and comments to my most faithfullest reviewers:
Moonlit Demon: You'll find out in the next few chapters who the captor is, I promise, don't worry!!
Midnight Scribbler: I do my best!
Shadow Blaze: Its just me confusing my tenses!! But I did better this time, no? No, are you meaning jessica's the captor or who he's thinking of? Kidnapping lessons! Good idea! It is a he though. P.S I Hate Apostrophes!!
Krikoris: I DID put little star thingys, but it didn't show up, I'll try again though.
And my newest one!
Pothe: Thanks for reviewing for the first time! Yeah that was a typo in the second chapter, I forgot to change it, it should be sunlight, I think, I confuse myself. Yeah, Aubrey does seem a little weak in this chapter.
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In her favorite club, Ambrosia, Risika looks up to see a new vampire stalk through the door. Wearing tight worn out jeans and a very revealing silver top, the moonlight colored strands of hair flay in front of her face, making it appear that a wind blew in the packed club. "Ebony.. .. .." Whispers dot the new fallen silence in the club. She tosses her head, and the silvery strands brush across her back, bringing the club back into it's normal pulsing music. She sits at a table near the bartender. She orders something, but Risika neither knows nor cares what it was.
He isn't here tonight, she wonders why. 'not like there's anything better to do in this town then to go to its clubs anyway.' Nothing ever went on here. "Jager..Risika." She hears the snatches of conversation from the table where Ebony was seated and she lifts her eyes. Gazing across the table to her, Ebony's eyes seem to search her soul.
Walls go up around Risika's mind. 'Let her search, let her pry.' She thinks to herself as the eyes harden with anger as the other vampire senses her walls. 'Nobody reads my mind and lives of it.'
Ebony's eyes are as dark as her own, but not as piercing. She stands from the table. Ebony rises also. With silent stares both stride towards each other.
"So." Ebony says slowly, with an accent. Thick with laughter, even the one word makes Risika's blood boil. "You are the one they call Risika." She continues with a harsh stare as they lock eyes. "What do you want Ebony? Thought you'd pick a fight to stir things up a bit, make people give you more attention? Make them whisper your name?" Ebony's eyes flare the two pace around each other. Ignoring the taunt, she changes the subject.
"So, This Jager." She eases into the subject like slowly getting used to cold water. "You know him?"
She stops and waits for the answer. Risika answers carefully, making it into a challenge. "And what if I do?" Although careful not to let her feelings show, any feelings.
Vampires didn't show stuff like that. Why this Ebony was being so forward was beyond her. Meant to anger, her comment sunk into Ebony like a dagger into soft skin. To someone like Ebony, those five words could mean anything.
"If you were involved with him, I would have to take steps. He is mine." Her face is hard and ready for a fight. "Take a step closer and you will find yourself where you wouldn't want to be." Now the challenge is clear.
Risika licks her lips and thinks of how long it has been since she tasted blood. The urge pounds in her head, and she clearly sees the vein in Ebony's throat. It has been too long. She feels adrenaline race through her, and she knows she is ready.
She lets out unneeded breath and smiles a cold smile, cold and sly, revealing teeth sharp as knives. Pressing her nails into her palms, she tests their sharpness. Even the slightest pressure brought pain, and she was careful not to break skin. Her own concoction, the polish of glittering orange held more than just the mixture humans used. Special oils poured magic into the polish. This would not only wound, but scar.
"We shall see." The other vampire says finally. Risika could see Ebony was losing her edge. Ready to play, Risika sends out her aura in a powerful beam, hitting Ebony in the chest. People around them back away a few steps, feeling her power and not wanting to be in the way when it strikes. Ebony's eyes widen slightly, and she tries hard not to look surprised.
Knowing how foolish she would look if she backed out now, how scared and weak. She sets her mind against her opponent. She adds the illusion of another ½ of her power to make her look stronger than Risika. Letting it out, she scans Risika's face.
Risika feels Ebony's aura on her face, and brushes it away like a leaf blown by the wind. The illusion fades and everyone knows the truth. Risika relaxes. Ebony could never rival her, but she knew she would try.
Ebony leaps forward in a desperate attempt, and Risika glides easily to the side, scraping her sharp nails against Ebony's face. Now, deep scratches run down the side of Ebony's cheek and across one eye. Her opponent shrieks in pain, but continues. She thinks it will heal soon like most wounds. She races to the other side of the room, away from the waiting Risika, getting in a ready stance and pretending she wasn't scared.
With a final attempt, she pulls a knife from her boot, Glittering red in the strobe lights around them, ebony dazzling at its hilt. Risika rushes forward, not seeing the knife, and Ebony plunges it into Risika's leg. Risika falls back, her eyes spotted with pain.
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Jager sits at a table in a club nearby. He swirls the ice in a cup with a clear liquid that might actually be water. Thinking about what he had done in the past few days brought a smile to his face. The smile quickly disappears.
Picking his glass up from the table, he brings it with him, leaving a ten on the table. He walks out the door. Leaving the smells of alcohol and perfumes behind, he steps into the crowded street. Still hearing the pounding music of the club, he leaves the busy street.
Today the music bothers him, the sights, and smells, and of what he does and what he feels annoys him. Wanting to get as far from the music as possible, he stalks through the town, eager to get away. Knowing he can't go fast enough without attracting attention, he disappears.
Reappearing in a quiet forest, he lets out a breath. The silence calms him, which also surprises him. He was never the quiet type, always preferring trouble.
Jager looks to the heavens as if for an answer and notices a strange new star. This one was not sterling silver like the others, but emerald green. Smiling, he thinks he probably knows where it came from. The stars look best tonight, the moonlight colored branches of the willow trees around him framing them like a picture.
The emerald, focused with all its green light, looked like a center point among all those stars. Something that kept the world all around it, never changing no matter where the earth's path took it. A never changing point of hope. Never before had he seen such a star. All the maps and charts he had spied through the folds of the tent of Galileo (sp?) and all the famous stargazers had never even mentioned a star even a small part like this.
He had never seen such a star, but it reminds him of someone. Whenever he tries to remember who it was, the almost reached face in his mind would be swallowed by mist.
He climbs up a slender willow trunk and settles in it's long, waving branches. The branch he sits on overhangs a small pond, with a surface as smooth and reflecting as a mirror. He startles himself when he sees two emerald points in the waters surface, almost identical to the star he had saw in the midnight sky.
Absentmindedly, he wonders to whom this forest belongs. It was beautiful. Climbing down from the tree, he walks among their slender trunks, looking among their branches that seemed to touch the wind and everlastingly pray.
I NEED MORE REVIEWSS!! I feel so lonely!! Please review! Lets go for making it up to 30 reviews now. Please?
Comments: Most of this was all Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' work, the plot in this story is mine. My first fanfic! Read and Review! Comments! Criticism! Suggestions! Anything is helpful to Willowtear!
Thanks and comments to my most faithfullest reviewers:
Moonlit Demon: You'll find out in the next few chapters who the captor is, I promise, don't worry!!
Midnight Scribbler: I do my best!
Shadow Blaze: Its just me confusing my tenses!! But I did better this time, no? No, are you meaning jessica's the captor or who he's thinking of? Kidnapping lessons! Good idea! It is a he though. P.S I Hate Apostrophes!!
Krikoris: I DID put little star thingys, but it didn't show up, I'll try again though.
And my newest one!
Pothe: Thanks for reviewing for the first time! Yeah that was a typo in the second chapter, I forgot to change it, it should be sunlight, I think, I confuse myself. Yeah, Aubrey does seem a little weak in this chapter.
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In her favorite club, Ambrosia, Risika looks up to see a new vampire stalk through the door. Wearing tight worn out jeans and a very revealing silver top, the moonlight colored strands of hair flay in front of her face, making it appear that a wind blew in the packed club. "Ebony.. .. .." Whispers dot the new fallen silence in the club. She tosses her head, and the silvery strands brush across her back, bringing the club back into it's normal pulsing music. She sits at a table near the bartender. She orders something, but Risika neither knows nor cares what it was.
He isn't here tonight, she wonders why. 'not like there's anything better to do in this town then to go to its clubs anyway.' Nothing ever went on here. "Jager..Risika." She hears the snatches of conversation from the table where Ebony was seated and she lifts her eyes. Gazing across the table to her, Ebony's eyes seem to search her soul.
Walls go up around Risika's mind. 'Let her search, let her pry.' She thinks to herself as the eyes harden with anger as the other vampire senses her walls. 'Nobody reads my mind and lives of it.'
Ebony's eyes are as dark as her own, but not as piercing. She stands from the table. Ebony rises also. With silent stares both stride towards each other.
"So." Ebony says slowly, with an accent. Thick with laughter, even the one word makes Risika's blood boil. "You are the one they call Risika." She continues with a harsh stare as they lock eyes. "What do you want Ebony? Thought you'd pick a fight to stir things up a bit, make people give you more attention? Make them whisper your name?" Ebony's eyes flare the two pace around each other. Ignoring the taunt, she changes the subject.
"So, This Jager." She eases into the subject like slowly getting used to cold water. "You know him?"
She stops and waits for the answer. Risika answers carefully, making it into a challenge. "And what if I do?" Although careful not to let her feelings show, any feelings.
Vampires didn't show stuff like that. Why this Ebony was being so forward was beyond her. Meant to anger, her comment sunk into Ebony like a dagger into soft skin. To someone like Ebony, those five words could mean anything.
"If you were involved with him, I would have to take steps. He is mine." Her face is hard and ready for a fight. "Take a step closer and you will find yourself where you wouldn't want to be." Now the challenge is clear.
Risika licks her lips and thinks of how long it has been since she tasted blood. The urge pounds in her head, and she clearly sees the vein in Ebony's throat. It has been too long. She feels adrenaline race through her, and she knows she is ready.
She lets out unneeded breath and smiles a cold smile, cold and sly, revealing teeth sharp as knives. Pressing her nails into her palms, she tests their sharpness. Even the slightest pressure brought pain, and she was careful not to break skin. Her own concoction, the polish of glittering orange held more than just the mixture humans used. Special oils poured magic into the polish. This would not only wound, but scar.
"We shall see." The other vampire says finally. Risika could see Ebony was losing her edge. Ready to play, Risika sends out her aura in a powerful beam, hitting Ebony in the chest. People around them back away a few steps, feeling her power and not wanting to be in the way when it strikes. Ebony's eyes widen slightly, and she tries hard not to look surprised.
Knowing how foolish she would look if she backed out now, how scared and weak. She sets her mind against her opponent. She adds the illusion of another ½ of her power to make her look stronger than Risika. Letting it out, she scans Risika's face.
Risika feels Ebony's aura on her face, and brushes it away like a leaf blown by the wind. The illusion fades and everyone knows the truth. Risika relaxes. Ebony could never rival her, but she knew she would try.
Ebony leaps forward in a desperate attempt, and Risika glides easily to the side, scraping her sharp nails against Ebony's face. Now, deep scratches run down the side of Ebony's cheek and across one eye. Her opponent shrieks in pain, but continues. She thinks it will heal soon like most wounds. She races to the other side of the room, away from the waiting Risika, getting in a ready stance and pretending she wasn't scared.
With a final attempt, she pulls a knife from her boot, Glittering red in the strobe lights around them, ebony dazzling at its hilt. Risika rushes forward, not seeing the knife, and Ebony plunges it into Risika's leg. Risika falls back, her eyes spotted with pain.
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Jager sits at a table in a club nearby. He swirls the ice in a cup with a clear liquid that might actually be water. Thinking about what he had done in the past few days brought a smile to his face. The smile quickly disappears.
Picking his glass up from the table, he brings it with him, leaving a ten on the table. He walks out the door. Leaving the smells of alcohol and perfumes behind, he steps into the crowded street. Still hearing the pounding music of the club, he leaves the busy street.
Today the music bothers him, the sights, and smells, and of what he does and what he feels annoys him. Wanting to get as far from the music as possible, he stalks through the town, eager to get away. Knowing he can't go fast enough without attracting attention, he disappears.
Reappearing in a quiet forest, he lets out a breath. The silence calms him, which also surprises him. He was never the quiet type, always preferring trouble.
Jager looks to the heavens as if for an answer and notices a strange new star. This one was not sterling silver like the others, but emerald green. Smiling, he thinks he probably knows where it came from. The stars look best tonight, the moonlight colored branches of the willow trees around him framing them like a picture.
The emerald, focused with all its green light, looked like a center point among all those stars. Something that kept the world all around it, never changing no matter where the earth's path took it. A never changing point of hope. Never before had he seen such a star. All the maps and charts he had spied through the folds of the tent of Galileo (sp?) and all the famous stargazers had never even mentioned a star even a small part like this.
He had never seen such a star, but it reminds him of someone. Whenever he tries to remember who it was, the almost reached face in his mind would be swallowed by mist.
He climbs up a slender willow trunk and settles in it's long, waving branches. The branch he sits on overhangs a small pond, with a surface as smooth and reflecting as a mirror. He startles himself when he sees two emerald points in the waters surface, almost identical to the star he had saw in the midnight sky.
Absentmindedly, he wonders to whom this forest belongs. It was beautiful. Climbing down from the tree, he walks among their slender trunks, looking among their branches that seemed to touch the wind and everlastingly pray.
I NEED MORE REVIEWSS!! I feel so lonely!! Please review! Lets go for making it up to 30 reviews now. Please?
