(A/N) After getting threats of smelling someone's armpit, I decided
to update. This is my second to last chapter. This is now after the first
chapter. Enjoy!!
The moon: it illuminates. It casts its divine light on the shadows and reveals them for what they truly are. Along with the stars the moon creates the heavens. And some would say that the heavens are the heart of romanticism. To sleep under the stars would soften the heart of any man.
But there are some people who will never be reached. They have sunken too far into despair and loneliness.
Daine lay out under the stars in the Royal Forest. It was a cold and dark night. The branches of the trees normally would have obscured her view, but she was lazing in a clearing that offered a perfect view of the night sky.
She could see everything but no one could see her. She was hidden in the shadows with only her thoughts to comfort her. They were good thoughts to her. Daine had no patience, so tonight was definitely a good night.
It was an unusual night. The moon seemed to shine brighter than it had any other night that year, as if hoping that if it shined any brighter, wayward souls would find their way home. And if only those efforts were in vain, for one found their way home, but if the moon had known why, it would have not shone at all.
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus
She's pulling the trigger
There's no tears
'Cause she's not here
She washes her hands
She fixes the dinner
Daine got up and stalked off with a purpose. No one had called her determined and stubborn for nothing. It felt odd to her to be walking back this way. She walked this way. She always liked to take the long road home in order to waste as much as possible.
But Daine was taking the shortcut tonight. She was in a hurry, although she knew that she shouldn't be. It was all planned out. If Daine did one thing wrong or out character then her cover would be blown. She had all the time in the world, yet she felt that it was not enough. It had to be done now.
But soon they'll be coming
To rush her away
And no one's sure if her crimes had a reason
But reasons like seasons
They constantly change
And the reasons of last year
Like seasons have floated away
Daine reached the pathway that led up to her house. It was dark inside except for the room that she had shared with her husband. The light was always on in that room. It was like Numair never got any sleep, which was partially true; he was usually working on one of his projects late into the night or researching information for conducting a new experiment that he wanted to try.
A soft glow was also coming from Lauralanna's room. Numair cast a spell on a stone so it would provide light in Lauralanna's room. They wouldn't have to use a candle and worry about her room catching on fire, but they would still have a constant source of light.
Daine felt at her belt to make sure that it was still hanging there; the masterpiece that she held in her hands; the time and effort that went into this piece; the sweat and tears; the blood that was split upon it. She unsheathed the blade and turned it over. It caught the light emanating from the moon, making it shine brilliantly.
She put the masterpiece into her scabbard. It hung around her neck under her shirt. Daine snapped out of her reverie and continued up the path to her house. She silently climbed up the steps and entered the building. She turned left and entered Lauralanna's room.
Away with the spilt milk
Away with the dirty dish water
Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter
The infant was sleeping peacefully; fully oblivious to what was going on around her. Daine leaned over the crib where she lay.
It is a shame, Daine thought.
The child was adorable. She had her mother's curly brown and her father's big brown eyes. Her smile always caused people on the street to stop and admire her. And as she lay there in her white night gown and with blue, Daine felt something stir in her heart; but she pushed that feeling aside. Daine pulled the blanket over her daughter so she wouldn't have to see much.
Lauralanna was a good natured baby. She didn't cry out at all. Nor would she cry anymore. Only Lauralanna's blanket would tell her story. Daine left the scene and walked to her husband's room.
She climbed the staircase and stopped to stare out the casement.
"It's me and the moon" she says
"And I've got no trouble with that
I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die
It's me and the moon" she says
Daine continued up the stair and came to the second floor of her house. She came to the one place she hated, but loved. She wanted herself to hate it because it was the doorway to her husband, the one person that had caused her the most hurt in the world. But another part of her was screaming that this was the best place in the world to be; that she would no rather be anywhere in the world, save by Numair's side.
Daine silenced her thoughts and tightly grasped the red doorknob. She turned it quietly and braced herself for what was going to happen inside.
Numair was sitting up in the giant bed reading a book, most likely trying to gain insight for one of his latest experiments. He looked up when the door was opened and stared in wonder and amazement at the fact that his long lost wife was standing in his room.
Daine put on her best remorseful look and said, "I'm sorry I didn't believe."
Numair put the book down and motioned for Daine to close the door; Daine closed the door. He seemed to be taking the situation very slowly because he didn't know how to handle it.
"You didn't believe what?" Numair asked.
"About you and Loretta. I should have known that you would never have consented to anything of that nature with anyone but me. I feel real awful Numair."
Numair looked Daine over, scrutinizing ever detail about her, trying to find clues about the validity of her statements.
It's over But just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart's like a crystal She's lucid And departed The life left behind She will find in a mind gone away
"You should be remorseful. What action do you suggest for handling this predicament that we have found ourselves in?" Numair asked.
Daine walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. "I think that we should..." Daine began. She toyed with the blanket, turning a bunch in circles until it could be contorted no more. She looked at Numair for reassurance to proceed to speak her mind.
Numair looked her straight into the eyes and said, "Continue."
"Maybe you would accept my apology and we could go back to the way that things were; well, as best as we can." Daine proposed, then looked down, not wanting to see his face if he were to say no.
"That does seem like a fair notion," Numair said. He didn't continue and Daine looked up, hope springing back into her eyes.
Numair pushed his book aside and moved to Daine's side. He pulled Daine into a hug and Daine gave in. Numair kissed her cheek as Daine slipped her hand into her shirt and pulled out her knife.
Away with these nightmares
Away with suburban shakedown
Away
"What are you doing?" Numair whispered into her ear.
"Nothing love."
Numair moved away from Daine. "Why do you have a knife?"
Daine dropped her act. "Why do you think I have a knife?" She asked sarcastically.
"You won't harm Lauralanna. You won't touch my daughter!"
"Too late," Daine replied.
"No," Numair said the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Lauralanna was only a nuisance. She was a bother; an unexpected flaw in the plan."
"You have never cared about Lauralanna," Numair whispered.
"No. And you know what? I never cared about you either." Daine said, the glare in her eyes confirming what she had said.
You marry a role
You give up your role till you break down
Daine raised the dagger. "Are you gonna fight or what?"
"No. I would never hurt you. I love you, Daine. The first thing I think about in the morning is you. The last person I imagine before I go to bed. And you, you haunt my dreams. I love you, gods damn it!! Why are you doing this to me?" Numair asked, the tears starting to fall down his cheeks.
"Because that's the way it has to be," Daine replied.
"No it isn't, Daine," Numair said, taking her hand. Daine jerked back and looked away.
"Daine look at me." But she wouldn't. "Verliadaine Salmalin! I love you. I always have loved you. Please don't do this to me," Numair pleaded.
Daine looked away. "Oh, but I will."
She took her dagger and plunged it into his chest, directly into his heart. The blood that oozed out was thick, and bright red. But Numair didn't cry out in pain; he didn't twitch. He just fell to his knees.
"I'll always love you Daine," he said. But those words would be his last. His body dropped to the floor.
Daine lifted her foot up to step over Numair's dead body, but her foot caught. She fell to the ground, knocked unconscious immediately.
(A/N) Mwuahahaahah!! I know I'm evil. So don't bother to tell me that in your reviews. Which means that you will review. This song was by Something Corporate, and it's called Me and the Moon. I didn't use all of the lyrics though. Buy their c.d. because they're awesome!! Now review!!
The moon: it illuminates. It casts its divine light on the shadows and reveals them for what they truly are. Along with the stars the moon creates the heavens. And some would say that the heavens are the heart of romanticism. To sleep under the stars would soften the heart of any man.
But there are some people who will never be reached. They have sunken too far into despair and loneliness.
Daine lay out under the stars in the Royal Forest. It was a cold and dark night. The branches of the trees normally would have obscured her view, but she was lazing in a clearing that offered a perfect view of the night sky.
She could see everything but no one could see her. She was hidden in the shadows with only her thoughts to comfort her. They were good thoughts to her. Daine had no patience, so tonight was definitely a good night.
It was an unusual night. The moon seemed to shine brighter than it had any other night that year, as if hoping that if it shined any brighter, wayward souls would find their way home. And if only those efforts were in vain, for one found their way home, but if the moon had known why, it would have not shone at all.
It's a good year for a murder
She's praying to Jesus
She's pulling the trigger
There's no tears
'Cause she's not here
She washes her hands
She fixes the dinner
Daine got up and stalked off with a purpose. No one had called her determined and stubborn for nothing. It felt odd to her to be walking back this way. She walked this way. She always liked to take the long road home in order to waste as much as possible.
But Daine was taking the shortcut tonight. She was in a hurry, although she knew that she shouldn't be. It was all planned out. If Daine did one thing wrong or out character then her cover would be blown. She had all the time in the world, yet she felt that it was not enough. It had to be done now.
But soon they'll be coming
To rush her away
And no one's sure if her crimes had a reason
But reasons like seasons
They constantly change
And the reasons of last year
Like seasons have floated away
Daine reached the pathway that led up to her house. It was dark inside except for the room that she had shared with her husband. The light was always on in that room. It was like Numair never got any sleep, which was partially true; he was usually working on one of his projects late into the night or researching information for conducting a new experiment that he wanted to try.
A soft glow was also coming from Lauralanna's room. Numair cast a spell on a stone so it would provide light in Lauralanna's room. They wouldn't have to use a candle and worry about her room catching on fire, but they would still have a constant source of light.
Daine felt at her belt to make sure that it was still hanging there; the masterpiece that she held in her hands; the time and effort that went into this piece; the sweat and tears; the blood that was split upon it. She unsheathed the blade and turned it over. It caught the light emanating from the moon, making it shine brilliantly.
She put the masterpiece into her scabbard. It hung around her neck under her shirt. Daine snapped out of her reverie and continued up the path to her house. She silently climbed up the steps and entered the building. She turned left and entered Lauralanna's room.
Away with the spilt milk
Away with the dirty dish water
Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter
The infant was sleeping peacefully; fully oblivious to what was going on around her. Daine leaned over the crib where she lay.
It is a shame, Daine thought.
The child was adorable. She had her mother's curly brown and her father's big brown eyes. Her smile always caused people on the street to stop and admire her. And as she lay there in her white night gown and with blue, Daine felt something stir in her heart; but she pushed that feeling aside. Daine pulled the blanket over her daughter so she wouldn't have to see much.
Lauralanna was a good natured baby. She didn't cry out at all. Nor would she cry anymore. Only Lauralanna's blanket would tell her story. Daine left the scene and walked to her husband's room.
She climbed the staircase and stopped to stare out the casement.
"It's me and the moon" she says
"And I've got no trouble with that
I am a butterfly but you wouldn't let me die
It's me and the moon" she says
Daine continued up the stair and came to the second floor of her house. She came to the one place she hated, but loved. She wanted herself to hate it because it was the doorway to her husband, the one person that had caused her the most hurt in the world. But another part of her was screaming that this was the best place in the world to be; that she would no rather be anywhere in the world, save by Numair's side.
Daine silenced her thoughts and tightly grasped the red doorknob. She turned it quietly and braced herself for what was going to happen inside.
Numair was sitting up in the giant bed reading a book, most likely trying to gain insight for one of his latest experiments. He looked up when the door was opened and stared in wonder and amazement at the fact that his long lost wife was standing in his room.
Daine put on her best remorseful look and said, "I'm sorry I didn't believe."
Numair put the book down and motioned for Daine to close the door; Daine closed the door. He seemed to be taking the situation very slowly because he didn't know how to handle it.
"You didn't believe what?" Numair asked.
"About you and Loretta. I should have known that you would never have consented to anything of that nature with anyone but me. I feel real awful Numair."
Numair looked Daine over, scrutinizing ever detail about her, trying to find clues about the validity of her statements.
It's over But just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart's like a crystal She's lucid And departed The life left behind She will find in a mind gone away
"You should be remorseful. What action do you suggest for handling this predicament that we have found ourselves in?" Numair asked.
Daine walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. "I think that we should..." Daine began. She toyed with the blanket, turning a bunch in circles until it could be contorted no more. She looked at Numair for reassurance to proceed to speak her mind.
Numair looked her straight into the eyes and said, "Continue."
"Maybe you would accept my apology and we could go back to the way that things were; well, as best as we can." Daine proposed, then looked down, not wanting to see his face if he were to say no.
"That does seem like a fair notion," Numair said. He didn't continue and Daine looked up, hope springing back into her eyes.
Numair pushed his book aside and moved to Daine's side. He pulled Daine into a hug and Daine gave in. Numair kissed her cheek as Daine slipped her hand into her shirt and pulled out her knife.
Away with these nightmares
Away with suburban shakedown
Away
"What are you doing?" Numair whispered into her ear.
"Nothing love."
Numair moved away from Daine. "Why do you have a knife?"
Daine dropped her act. "Why do you think I have a knife?" She asked sarcastically.
"You won't harm Lauralanna. You won't touch my daughter!"
"Too late," Daine replied.
"No," Numair said the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Lauralanna was only a nuisance. She was a bother; an unexpected flaw in the plan."
"You have never cared about Lauralanna," Numair whispered.
"No. And you know what? I never cared about you either." Daine said, the glare in her eyes confirming what she had said.
You marry a role
You give up your role till you break down
Daine raised the dagger. "Are you gonna fight or what?"
"No. I would never hurt you. I love you, Daine. The first thing I think about in the morning is you. The last person I imagine before I go to bed. And you, you haunt my dreams. I love you, gods damn it!! Why are you doing this to me?" Numair asked, the tears starting to fall down his cheeks.
"Because that's the way it has to be," Daine replied.
"No it isn't, Daine," Numair said, taking her hand. Daine jerked back and looked away.
"Daine look at me." But she wouldn't. "Verliadaine Salmalin! I love you. I always have loved you. Please don't do this to me," Numair pleaded.
Daine looked away. "Oh, but I will."
She took her dagger and plunged it into his chest, directly into his heart. The blood that oozed out was thick, and bright red. But Numair didn't cry out in pain; he didn't twitch. He just fell to his knees.
"I'll always love you Daine," he said. But those words would be his last. His body dropped to the floor.
Daine lifted her foot up to step over Numair's dead body, but her foot caught. She fell to the ground, knocked unconscious immediately.
(A/N) Mwuahahaahah!! I know I'm evil. So don't bother to tell me that in your reviews. Which means that you will review. This song was by Something Corporate, and it's called Me and the Moon. I didn't use all of the lyrics though. Buy their c.d. because they're awesome!! Now review!!