Chapter 5
Here's to my still faithfullest reviewers, Thank you for reviewing when almost no one else did
ShadowBlaze: That's all right, we all break the sermons we preach sometimes.
Midnight Scribbler: Thank you! I hope get more done, but I have this CRAZY training schedule for Tae Kwan Do for the National Tournament. Pheew.
RogueVampyr: Settle down, I may, or I may not!! * evil grin * yeah, I know, I'm really bad at tenses, arnt I guys? *Loud Shouts of YES* He He, and I don't know what you mean about third person? This is third person.
If you read it please REVIEW it!! If you like it please review it! If you don't like it please review it!!
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Risika recovers from the knife plunged into her leg. She grabs the blade, pulling it out of the bleeding wound and away from Ebony. She kicks Ebony in the stomach, more to get her away then to cause pain. Ebony is hurled into the air and lands on a table on the other side of the room, panting heavily.
Sitting on the floor in a crouch, Risika feels the muscles in her leg slowly pull together, and she gets up and strides across the room almost casually. Standing to full height, Risika looks around the room. There were too many people, too many people peering at them.
Using the force of her mind, she sends out a signal like molten steel, pushing the crowd back. Crowding against the steely solid force field, the Vampires wore expressions of interest. Taking an unneeded breath, Risika walks to the table Ebony lays shivering on. Ebony slides off the table and tries to stand up straight.
Ebony's hair twists about her, as if a cool, gentle wind played about her. Her eyes are like hard silver diamonds. Another illusion. Her eyes are cold with anger, but her face is pale with fear. Her cracked lips open and she licks her lips nervously.
Seeing no hope in the battle, she closes her eyes in frustration and cold fear. Her body goes limp, and she seems to wait for the inevitable, and all hope leaves her body. The pride that she had carried is gone, with no trace that it ever was. Fear fills her. She searches her mind for something to hold as she dies.
Something she found must have brought her courage, because she looks like she has found something to cling to in a storm. Her body rocks forward once and settles, like she has settled her back against a large rock. She holds onto whatever she has found with a vengeance. Her eyes open and the diamonds focus on Risika. Her voice wavers slightly, but some of the old pride seems back. In her old accent, she speaks.
"I have fought for him, for he is mine, and that will never change."
Risika's eyes widen when she searches Ebony's mind and finds the deep love the other girl had for Jager. Risika fills with sadness at the girls loss. The urge for blood fills her, and the higher emotion pushes past her senses. She raises Ebony's knife, and the sadness fills her again.
The loss, the love, the grief this girl felt was different from any other. She even, just for a second, feels pangs of pity race through her half human heart. Quickly slicing the pulsing vein on Ebony's neck, she leans in close to the other girls ear.
"He will never be yours again, for you are wrong, he is mine."
She leans forward, and satisfies her bloodlust.
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As Jager walks among the trees, he hears footsteps behind him. A girl walks hundreds of feet away, but his eyes see her clearly. She walks among the mist, and hums, swirling a pitcher over her head as she dances down the path.
It was about forty five minutes before sunrise, and she must be from a farm nearby. He leaps up into the branches of the tree above him. His tree is almost on the edge of a clearing, and he can see past the tree in front of him's branches.
The girl keeps her eyes closed, her feet delicately tracing the path she has traced a million times before. She dances into the clearing, light tipping some of the trees whilst the sun rises slowly. She glides to the center of the clearing, bare feet spotted with dew. She dips the silver pitcher into the almost overflowing well. He smells the sharp, cold , scent of water.
With her pitcher full, she holds it to her chest and sways back down the path, dancing as if held in a lover's arms. He blinks as he sees her whole face. Her eyes, golden, were glinting with happiness, and her face was as pale as her hair was gold. Risika. She looks exactly like her, a mirror image. The eyes, of course, were different, but everything else, could have been Risika herself.
Love went out to that image. He almost fell out of the tree. Dropping from the overhanging branch, Jager drops right in front of the girl. Jager smiles happily, forgetting his teeth.
The girl gasps, and put her hand to her mouth. Jager's smoldering eyes take in the girl, a picture of fright. She dumps the water to the ground beside her and leaps forward with the pitcher. Bashing him in the head with it, she tries to dart away, but his strong hands catch her waist. Her waist is so thin, he could encircle it with his two hands.
Turning her to him, he looks into her eyes, golden pools of honey. The eyes weren't afraid of him any more, he was whispering soothing thoughts to her in her mind. He lowers his head to her bare neck, as if to feed, but he stops as he hears her whisperings and feels her motion.
".As we forgive those who trespass against us, Lead us not from Temptation,.."
He is startled at these words, and snaps his head up to again look into the girls eyes. She falters, and her eyes flicker across his face. She narrows her eyes in accusation, but he pulls her head forward to rest on his chest. He startles himself even more when he finds himself whispering to her,
". . But deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom ."
He rocks her back and forth in his arms. It feels good to be holding someone again, and even this farm girl in his arms feels like the love in his thoughts. He smothes down her hair, and disappears, leaving the girl standing in the path, alone.
Here's to my still faithfullest reviewers, Thank you for reviewing when almost no one else did
ShadowBlaze: That's all right, we all break the sermons we preach sometimes.
Midnight Scribbler: Thank you! I hope get more done, but I have this CRAZY training schedule for Tae Kwan Do for the National Tournament. Pheew.
RogueVampyr: Settle down, I may, or I may not!! * evil grin * yeah, I know, I'm really bad at tenses, arnt I guys? *Loud Shouts of YES* He He, and I don't know what you mean about third person? This is third person.
If you read it please REVIEW it!! If you like it please review it! If you don't like it please review it!!
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Risika recovers from the knife plunged into her leg. She grabs the blade, pulling it out of the bleeding wound and away from Ebony. She kicks Ebony in the stomach, more to get her away then to cause pain. Ebony is hurled into the air and lands on a table on the other side of the room, panting heavily.
Sitting on the floor in a crouch, Risika feels the muscles in her leg slowly pull together, and she gets up and strides across the room almost casually. Standing to full height, Risika looks around the room. There were too many people, too many people peering at them.
Using the force of her mind, she sends out a signal like molten steel, pushing the crowd back. Crowding against the steely solid force field, the Vampires wore expressions of interest. Taking an unneeded breath, Risika walks to the table Ebony lays shivering on. Ebony slides off the table and tries to stand up straight.
Ebony's hair twists about her, as if a cool, gentle wind played about her. Her eyes are like hard silver diamonds. Another illusion. Her eyes are cold with anger, but her face is pale with fear. Her cracked lips open and she licks her lips nervously.
Seeing no hope in the battle, she closes her eyes in frustration and cold fear. Her body goes limp, and she seems to wait for the inevitable, and all hope leaves her body. The pride that she had carried is gone, with no trace that it ever was. Fear fills her. She searches her mind for something to hold as she dies.
Something she found must have brought her courage, because she looks like she has found something to cling to in a storm. Her body rocks forward once and settles, like she has settled her back against a large rock. She holds onto whatever she has found with a vengeance. Her eyes open and the diamonds focus on Risika. Her voice wavers slightly, but some of the old pride seems back. In her old accent, she speaks.
"I have fought for him, for he is mine, and that will never change."
Risika's eyes widen when she searches Ebony's mind and finds the deep love the other girl had for Jager. Risika fills with sadness at the girls loss. The urge for blood fills her, and the higher emotion pushes past her senses. She raises Ebony's knife, and the sadness fills her again.
The loss, the love, the grief this girl felt was different from any other. She even, just for a second, feels pangs of pity race through her half human heart. Quickly slicing the pulsing vein on Ebony's neck, she leans in close to the other girls ear.
"He will never be yours again, for you are wrong, he is mine."
She leans forward, and satisfies her bloodlust.
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As Jager walks among the trees, he hears footsteps behind him. A girl walks hundreds of feet away, but his eyes see her clearly. She walks among the mist, and hums, swirling a pitcher over her head as she dances down the path.
It was about forty five minutes before sunrise, and she must be from a farm nearby. He leaps up into the branches of the tree above him. His tree is almost on the edge of a clearing, and he can see past the tree in front of him's branches.
The girl keeps her eyes closed, her feet delicately tracing the path she has traced a million times before. She dances into the clearing, light tipping some of the trees whilst the sun rises slowly. She glides to the center of the clearing, bare feet spotted with dew. She dips the silver pitcher into the almost overflowing well. He smells the sharp, cold , scent of water.
With her pitcher full, she holds it to her chest and sways back down the path, dancing as if held in a lover's arms. He blinks as he sees her whole face. Her eyes, golden, were glinting with happiness, and her face was as pale as her hair was gold. Risika. She looks exactly like her, a mirror image. The eyes, of course, were different, but everything else, could have been Risika herself.
Love went out to that image. He almost fell out of the tree. Dropping from the overhanging branch, Jager drops right in front of the girl. Jager smiles happily, forgetting his teeth.
The girl gasps, and put her hand to her mouth. Jager's smoldering eyes take in the girl, a picture of fright. She dumps the water to the ground beside her and leaps forward with the pitcher. Bashing him in the head with it, she tries to dart away, but his strong hands catch her waist. Her waist is so thin, he could encircle it with his two hands.
Turning her to him, he looks into her eyes, golden pools of honey. The eyes weren't afraid of him any more, he was whispering soothing thoughts to her in her mind. He lowers his head to her bare neck, as if to feed, but he stops as he hears her whisperings and feels her motion.
".As we forgive those who trespass against us, Lead us not from Temptation,.."
He is startled at these words, and snaps his head up to again look into the girls eyes. She falters, and her eyes flicker across his face. She narrows her eyes in accusation, but he pulls her head forward to rest on his chest. He startles himself even more when he finds himself whispering to her,
". . But deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom ."
He rocks her back and forth in his arms. It feels good to be holding someone again, and even this farm girl in his arms feels like the love in his thoughts. He smothes down her hair, and disappears, leaving the girl standing in the path, alone.
