Title: It's No Good (Parts 20/20)
Author: R Dimeria
Email: Forest_elf_77@hotmail.com
Rating: 18
Spoilers: FG
Inspiration: Depeche Mode's "It's No Good" on Ultra or The Singles 85-98
Summary: Who, needs a summary? It's Jenny and Julian.
Disclaimers: These character belong to LJ Smith. Except for the ones that
don't. Those are mine. The Song is by Depeche Mode, "It's No Good" off of
their album Ultra. Yes, there typing and grammar errors, live with it.
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Part 5
Julian had a complete understanding of the sacrifice he was making for
Jenny.
But his whole world had centered on her for the last 12 years of his
existence. Which considering the thousands of years he had lived was
relatively no time at all. Before Jenny there was nothing, just the vacuum
of the Shadow World. After seeing Jenny for the first time, a sweet 5 year
old little girl with sunshine that seemed to pour out from within, for the
first time in his existense he felt something other complete apathy. He felt
his mind shake and fight against the sudden warmth, and then give up to the
power he felt. And now he understood what love was. Perhaps to humans
'love' was simply a cliché idea, with no real meaning. To Julian love was
real and had life of it's own.
So he felt almost privileged to die for Jenny. Jenny was so good, and he
simply wasn't. So dying for her was the first truly noble thing he had ever
done. And he thanked whatever gods there were for his chance to say
good-bye. He wanted her to believe that it would all be ok. Though he knew
better.
He knew he wasn't just going to die. He would loose his place as a Shadow
Man, and his soul would belong to his ancestors, to torment for all
eternity. Julian had thought the Shadow World with it's bleak dark icy
landscape was hell. He had been wrong.
Part 6.
Sept 16
Jenny lay on a hard cold cement floor, in what appeared to be a garage or
shed. She clenched her eyes shut in pain as she tried to sit up. She felt a
sharp jerk on her wrist as she tried to move, almost as if a bracelet was
caught on something. This struck Jenny as wrong. She was wearing a short
sleeve shirt and blue jeans, and she never wore bracelets. After the wave of
diziness past she focused her eyes on her wrist. Hand cuffs?
Where am I? What am I doing here? Jenny could hear a soft whimper behind
her. She twisted around to find the source of the voice. A girl a few years
younger than Jenny was bound up, wearing only a bra and panties. She looked
frightened and crying softly, her tears mixing with blood from a gash in her
cheek. There were cuts and lacerations all over her body. And her panties
were soaked through with blood.
"Oh god." Was all Jenny could bring herself to say.
The door swung open, in the doorway, silhouetted by the light stood a small
balding man. Half-dragging, half-carrying another young girl in her
underclothes, he dropped the new broken bleeding girl on Jenny's left.
"Next" the scary little man demanded.
Part 7
Jenny's roommate, Marie, sat in their dorm room, her brown
eyes staring at Jenny's bed and then at her desk.
"Where is she?" Marie asked aloud to no one. Marie and Jenny and become good
friends over the last few years. She looked over at the painting on Jenny's
desk. The bright blue eyes of the portrait staring back at mockingly, almost
as if they knew something she didn't. She had never been particularly fond
of Jenny's paintings, they were all so disturbing. And for the life of her
she couldn't understand why Jenny would constantly paint the frightening
pictures of the blue eyed man. She had playfully named him Jack Frost
Prince of ice. Jenny had laughed.
"That's what I see in my dreams" Jenny had told her. Odd, Marie thought,
they seem more like nightmares to me. If I dreamt of darkness and pain, I
would never sleep. I would never close my eyes.
Then Jenny was always so strong. So strong, and reassuring. Perhaps a little
melancholy at times, but she was so unrelenting, like tree standing in
windstorm.
Marie turned away from the painting, and popped a CD in the player.
"Damn machine" she swore as it skipped and played:
"I'm going to take my time
To make her mine
Written in the stars above
The gods decree
You'll be at my side"
"I wanted "Insight" dammit. She growled at the machine as continued
playing the skipping CD.
Author: R Dimeria
Email: Forest_elf_77@hotmail.com
Rating: 18
Spoilers: FG
Inspiration: Depeche Mode's "It's No Good" on Ultra or The Singles 85-98
Summary: Who, needs a summary? It's Jenny and Julian.
Disclaimers: These character belong to LJ Smith. Except for the ones that
don't. Those are mine. The Song is by Depeche Mode, "It's No Good" off of
their album Ultra. Yes, there typing and grammar errors, live with it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Part 5
Julian had a complete understanding of the sacrifice he was making for
Jenny.
But his whole world had centered on her for the last 12 years of his
existence. Which considering the thousands of years he had lived was
relatively no time at all. Before Jenny there was nothing, just the vacuum
of the Shadow World. After seeing Jenny for the first time, a sweet 5 year
old little girl with sunshine that seemed to pour out from within, for the
first time in his existense he felt something other complete apathy. He felt
his mind shake and fight against the sudden warmth, and then give up to the
power he felt. And now he understood what love was. Perhaps to humans
'love' was simply a cliché idea, with no real meaning. To Julian love was
real and had life of it's own.
So he felt almost privileged to die for Jenny. Jenny was so good, and he
simply wasn't. So dying for her was the first truly noble thing he had ever
done. And he thanked whatever gods there were for his chance to say
good-bye. He wanted her to believe that it would all be ok. Though he knew
better.
He knew he wasn't just going to die. He would loose his place as a Shadow
Man, and his soul would belong to his ancestors, to torment for all
eternity. Julian had thought the Shadow World with it's bleak dark icy
landscape was hell. He had been wrong.
Part 6.
Sept 16
Jenny lay on a hard cold cement floor, in what appeared to be a garage or
shed. She clenched her eyes shut in pain as she tried to sit up. She felt a
sharp jerk on her wrist as she tried to move, almost as if a bracelet was
caught on something. This struck Jenny as wrong. She was wearing a short
sleeve shirt and blue jeans, and she never wore bracelets. After the wave of
diziness past she focused her eyes on her wrist. Hand cuffs?
Where am I? What am I doing here? Jenny could hear a soft whimper behind
her. She twisted around to find the source of the voice. A girl a few years
younger than Jenny was bound up, wearing only a bra and panties. She looked
frightened and crying softly, her tears mixing with blood from a gash in her
cheek. There were cuts and lacerations all over her body. And her panties
were soaked through with blood.
"Oh god." Was all Jenny could bring herself to say.
The door swung open, in the doorway, silhouetted by the light stood a small
balding man. Half-dragging, half-carrying another young girl in her
underclothes, he dropped the new broken bleeding girl on Jenny's left.
"Next" the scary little man demanded.
Part 7
Jenny's roommate, Marie, sat in their dorm room, her brown
eyes staring at Jenny's bed and then at her desk.
"Where is she?" Marie asked aloud to no one. Marie and Jenny and become good
friends over the last few years. She looked over at the painting on Jenny's
desk. The bright blue eyes of the portrait staring back at mockingly, almost
as if they knew something she didn't. She had never been particularly fond
of Jenny's paintings, they were all so disturbing. And for the life of her
she couldn't understand why Jenny would constantly paint the frightening
pictures of the blue eyed man. She had playfully named him Jack Frost
Prince of ice. Jenny had laughed.
"That's what I see in my dreams" Jenny had told her. Odd, Marie thought,
they seem more like nightmares to me. If I dreamt of darkness and pain, I
would never sleep. I would never close my eyes.
Then Jenny was always so strong. So strong, and reassuring. Perhaps a little
melancholy at times, but she was so unrelenting, like tree standing in
windstorm.
Marie turned away from the painting, and popped a CD in the player.
"Damn machine" she swore as it skipped and played:
"I'm going to take my time
To make her mine
Written in the stars above
The gods decree
You'll be at my side"
"I wanted "Insight" dammit. She growled at the machine as continued
playing the skipping CD.