Shadow Demons
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
Aisling: Okay, here's part two. A little bit of vampire action here, so turn back now if that kind of thing squicks you. I don't own Star Wars, so piss off oh, rabid lawyers, and go annoy the crap out of someone else. But if GL were willing to sell it to me, I'd take it in an instant. Anything original here is mine, though.
Yami: Why, so you could screw it up, too?
Aisling: What do you mean? I haven't screwed up anything. Don't make me use my secret weapon.
Yami: And what, pray tell, would that be?
Aisling: *Sigh* I really didn't want to do this, but you leave me no other option. Yugi! Mokuba! Ryou! Malik! Can you come in here for a minute? I need your assistance!
(They come in and I give them the signal, and we all give Yami the sad puppy eyed routine. He crumbles.) (A/N: I have copyrights on the sad puppy routine. It is my bit.)
Yami: All right, all right. Fine. *Goes off to find Seto, most likely to annoy him* (A/N: Those two hate each other.)
Aisling: Well, that worked out. Anyway, on with the fic, b/c I'm sure you're all wanting me to shut up and get on with it already. LOL. Please R&R? Please? Don't make me beg.
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Chapter 2:
Meanwhile, Celestia stood alone on a high balcony, staring up at the sky. The stars sparkled overhead like rare diamonds in a beautiful, never-ending tapstry of the finest black velvet. The mere sight of it was almost hypnotic, really, if one stared at it long enough.
She had decided to forgo her usual Jedi robes in favor of a thin-strapped, floor-length teal and emeral green evening gown that left her pale arms mostly bare, except for where her shawl fell over her small shoulders. (A/N: I actually have a dress like this.) A slight wind had picked up, and it tugged gently at her skirt and her hair, causing the fiery strands to drift around her pretty face in an almost seductive manner. She sighed once and wrapped the fabric of her shawl more closely around her shoulders, shivering once as though she'd suddenly become cold.
Suddenly she caught a brief flicker of something wrong through the Force, then her danger sense flared. She tensed, but before she could even turn around, someone or something grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms tightly behind her back with one hand. She cried out, and a hand was quickly clamped over her mouth, stifling her screams. She struggled wildly in the stranger's grip, but it was no use. She couldn't pull herself free from them.
"Don't bother struggling, my dear. It's no use. You are mine, now," the stranger whispered softly in her ear.
Then he bent down and pressed his icy lips to her neck, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. A moment later, his sharp fangs pierced the pale, delicate flesh of her throat. Celestia screamed in pain and fear, but the cry was muffled against the cold, ghostly hand that was still clamped over her mouth. She fought even harder to break free, but she could feel herself becoming weaker with each passing moment. She finally went limp and the stranger lifted her gently into his arms, holding her close to him possessively. Her shawl fell silently to the ground as he did so.
/QUI-GON!/ she screamed desperately through their link.
That faint mental cry for help and the odd sensation of flying were the last things that she was aware of before she slipped into unconsiousness and the darkness claimed her.
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To Be Continued. Evil cliffe, ne? Mwa hahahaha!!!! *Gets weird look from my muses* Meh, anyway, I hope you guys like this, like I said, it's an older story, so...yah. Sorry this part is so short, but the plot is thickening...hehe.Please R&R!!!! Don't make me beg, here. Any flames will be used in my friend's flamethrower on a certain blonde evil Padawan. *Again, sorry to anyone who likes Anakin, but he just kinda gets on my nerves. Please don't kill me.* Well, I'm gonna shut up now and try to get the next part up, so, laters all!!!
Ja ne!!! ~*Aisling Kaiba*~
Authoress: Aisling Kaiba
Aisling: Okay, here's part two. A little bit of vampire action here, so turn back now if that kind of thing squicks you. I don't own Star Wars, so piss off oh, rabid lawyers, and go annoy the crap out of someone else. But if GL were willing to sell it to me, I'd take it in an instant. Anything original here is mine, though.
Yami: Why, so you could screw it up, too?
Aisling: What do you mean? I haven't screwed up anything. Don't make me use my secret weapon.
Yami: And what, pray tell, would that be?
Aisling: *Sigh* I really didn't want to do this, but you leave me no other option. Yugi! Mokuba! Ryou! Malik! Can you come in here for a minute? I need your assistance!
(They come in and I give them the signal, and we all give Yami the sad puppy eyed routine. He crumbles.) (A/N: I have copyrights on the sad puppy routine. It is my bit.)
Yami: All right, all right. Fine. *Goes off to find Seto, most likely to annoy him* (A/N: Those two hate each other.)
Aisling: Well, that worked out. Anyway, on with the fic, b/c I'm sure you're all wanting me to shut up and get on with it already. LOL. Please R&R? Please? Don't make me beg.
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Chapter 2:
Meanwhile, Celestia stood alone on a high balcony, staring up at the sky. The stars sparkled overhead like rare diamonds in a beautiful, never-ending tapstry of the finest black velvet. The mere sight of it was almost hypnotic, really, if one stared at it long enough.
She had decided to forgo her usual Jedi robes in favor of a thin-strapped, floor-length teal and emeral green evening gown that left her pale arms mostly bare, except for where her shawl fell over her small shoulders. (A/N: I actually have a dress like this.) A slight wind had picked up, and it tugged gently at her skirt and her hair, causing the fiery strands to drift around her pretty face in an almost seductive manner. She sighed once and wrapped the fabric of her shawl more closely around her shoulders, shivering once as though she'd suddenly become cold.
Suddenly she caught a brief flicker of something wrong through the Force, then her danger sense flared. She tensed, but before she could even turn around, someone or something grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms tightly behind her back with one hand. She cried out, and a hand was quickly clamped over her mouth, stifling her screams. She struggled wildly in the stranger's grip, but it was no use. She couldn't pull herself free from them.
"Don't bother struggling, my dear. It's no use. You are mine, now," the stranger whispered softly in her ear.
Then he bent down and pressed his icy lips to her neck, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. A moment later, his sharp fangs pierced the pale, delicate flesh of her throat. Celestia screamed in pain and fear, but the cry was muffled against the cold, ghostly hand that was still clamped over her mouth. She fought even harder to break free, but she could feel herself becoming weaker with each passing moment. She finally went limp and the stranger lifted her gently into his arms, holding her close to him possessively. Her shawl fell silently to the ground as he did so.
/QUI-GON!/ she screamed desperately through their link.
That faint mental cry for help and the odd sensation of flying were the last things that she was aware of before she slipped into unconsiousness and the darkness claimed her.
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To Be Continued. Evil cliffe, ne? Mwa hahahaha!!!! *Gets weird look from my muses* Meh, anyway, I hope you guys like this, like I said, it's an older story, so...yah. Sorry this part is so short, but the plot is thickening...hehe.Please R&R!!!! Don't make me beg, here. Any flames will be used in my friend's flamethrower on a certain blonde evil Padawan. *Again, sorry to anyone who likes Anakin, but he just kinda gets on my nerves. Please don't kill me.* Well, I'm gonna shut up now and try to get the next part up, so, laters all!!!
Ja ne!!! ~*Aisling Kaiba*~