Adventure Between the Line
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"Wow. Quite an adventure and a memory!! We should let you out more often." He softly laughed as she made a small chuckle. The extent of her laughing abilities. It was good to be home.
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Chapter 6: Searching for Something New
Alice sighed; pulling her naturally softened wavy and curly hair around her face curtains to a distressing show with clear blue eyes to the truth. It had nearly been a week and they knew that Margerete would have shown up or a sign of her would have. It just wasn't like her to leave her home without any notice and certainly without her firepower under her dress.
She looked over to the couch where Yuri was sleeping. Well, technically sleeping. He was really at the graveyard seeing if she had died. All the souls pass through there and then go to their next destination. She was too worried right now. She should have been sleeping and knew so.
Looking over Yuri's face, she smiled he was serene when he was asleep while when he was awake he was a literal monster at times, but his moods were the reason she loved him so much.
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Malkovich carefully looked around in the cabinets of the small kitchen. It was around one in the morning and she couldn't get any sleep. She didn't know why, but she just couldn't no matter how hard she tried. She never had any problems all week, but tonight she did. Her heart just felt weirder than normal and she kept remembering faces, but that was it.
"Meep." She let it escape her mouth as she drunk a cup of green tea. For some reason, her heart wouldn't stop its beating they way it wasn't supposed to, and the faces kept popping into her brain but she couldn't name them.
One had her hair braided and she was the soothsayer from her dream. Another had half-demon and a half-human face, darkness spreading around him like he was the devil himself. The last two faces were nearly identical to each other. The first was of a woman with slightly curly brown hair put into a style that was forgotten a long time ago, while the second had a face of purity yet hatred, and her hair was a bright red, flowing in some ancient style also, but it seemed as if her hair was the only thing that kept Malkovich from remembering her.
Drinking more tea, she could feel her knees and body tire from standing, but she knew she could not sleep. Something was horribly wrong but she didn't know what. It was just a feeling.
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Keith woke up at the usual, four in the morning and saw his roommate of sorts, frozen nearly at the door of the apartment. He stared at her long golden tresses and yawned, stretching.
"So..thi..wr...ng.." Her words were broken as she talked to him. Her eyes tracing the doorway for what seemed the 500th time that night. "Faces." Was all she told him when he crossed over to her. In one hand, she held coffee and in the other tea. So he knew she had been out to a café while he was asleep. He sighed; she was such a rebel to him at times.
"How did you get up before me?" She turned around and went into the kitchen. She set down her drinks and then looked in their small fridge for food. When she turned to face him with a carrot in her small mouth, he saw how. Darkened lines stretched underneath her eyes. He was surprised, she barely stayed up whenever he was out and he could always tell it. "Why'd you stay up?"
"Faces." She told him discreetly, her eyes tracing his figure as she was tired but she couldn't sleep at all. Those faces would come back and taunt her over and over. They would say nothing to help her but confuse her even more.
"Faces? Malkovich, you really do look tired. I promise you if you go back to sleep they won't come back, okay?" She stared at him, mouthing the word, 'how?' to him. Her voice was spent and her mind was near-wrenching her into the nearest bed.
"I'll be near." He answered her quietly. She nodded slightly, and yawned. Walking over to him, the blonde wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his smooth refined chest. The beating of his heart reminding her so much of rain, a lulling relaxation that went with rhythm and often times lead her to sleep. "Wh-"
"Le...e." Her broken words coming through instead of his own. Her voice was soft, calmed and dull, as if her entire night of staying up hadn't happened yet and she was going to sleep all over. Awkwardly, the vampiric wielder of the demon sword Tyrving gently wrapped his strong arms around her encumbered state. Without realizing it, he scooped her up, as if she were a bride, just like the first time he met her when Halley and the other brought her.
"Th...." He fathered her almost but she was lulled, not even caring, just wanting to fall asleep. He smiled at her peaceful face, even if she fought it she looked like a beautiful angel, the euphoric look of one. Setting her down on the bed, she gripped his shirt pulling him down to her.
"Do...Le...v..." He understood, but sat there dumbfounded. Why did she want him to stay? Shrugging, it was just sleeping together nothing more, besides they were the only ones in the apartment, he had nothing to worry about. Then why was he blushing so damn hard? He slipped into the bed with her under the covers and him over.
"Its okay. Go on to sleep, mademoiselle." He whispered into her ears, his mouth moving before he could think. She smiled and scooted closer to him, rest her head on the crook of his arm. He looked surprised but it actually felt good to have some human contact over the hundred of years. Her breathing became slow and steady and her eyes barely fluttered. "Goodnight, Malkovich."
Her lips curved serenely and she moved closer to him, unciousouly. This elicited a blush upon his normally pale vampiric cheeks. He shouldn't blame himself for this, but he did. Maybe he should have never met her in the first place. Sighing, he decided to be content to watch the poor lost woman in her dreams, no matter how terriable they might be for her.
These faces....What were they causing her? He groaned, great idea not to have asked her before she went to sleep, but he was more concerned with her welfare than anything else besides his family's demonic sword.
The sword grumbled in the back of his mind, finally being recognized after so many days of neglect to a woman.
'Being placed second only in value to a human!! Nonetheless my thoughts appear to grow weeds in this garden of peace within your turmoiled soil. She is only tricking you!!! Not being able to see?! In need of such a lesson!!! Humans and Vampires, two in one and one in two!! Same and same through and through!!' The sword rambled on into the man's head.
Keith barely understood what the enchated blade was telling him. For one, he was no fool when it came to trust. Hell, he trusted someone who had kids that liked to pick pocket him whenever he went out. That was unbelievably good trust. Nothing much else in his life did he trust besides his sword, Malkovich...and.her.
"Lucrezia...." Even her name upon his lips seemed to die away as he remembered her death. She could have prevented it. Let him make her into his personal state of being as a vampire, but how many times he had asked, she had always replied no. She thought rather that life should be lived as in one lifetime of a human so they could appreciate what they had, instead of what else might come along in the far future.
It sounded like a sin to say her name with such lover's breath, but he wanted her back so much. He would have even given up Tryving if she could have lived. His sword 'hmped' at the vampire. Those same eyes stared into his soul, but they were no longer there as he drifted to an ancient memory of her.
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"Lord Keith!! Please wait for thee!!!" A meduim-sized woman ran out to him. She withheld her raven-born head of lockes instead of the stupid wigs. He happened to hate them so much. She acted like a true lady would and then seem to be a gallant young man at times. He found it infuriating. She loved all this new technology. She wore he everday clothes for the public. A pair of brown breeches, lace at her chin, brown-doe skin for her tights, and a doublet of a man.
"Lusicious." He called to her. Her name was Lucrezia Winter, and she seemed to be of her name. She had icy blue eyes that seemed to be able to tell what he was always thinking. Her ebony hair was short, a used-to-be mess of tangles and longer braids to be made of such, but since the Baroque era came about, she had to wear a stupid tall wig to the parties invited to her as a noblewoman.
"Lord Keith.....Where might thou be going?! It is Easter morning. Do thou not go to thy lord's mass at thou church?" She asked him discreetly in her well-toned boyish voice. She seemed to be a boy of fifteen when all reality, she was a grown woman of 24. He smirked to her, his face contorting his answer. She groaned smiling widely at him. "Then does thou have time to come to thee local inventor's festival?"
"Yes. When might this be?" He asked her. This was the only way he ever really learned of the outside world that she considered so wonderful. Even though she hated the time of her life, she referred to it as a chocolate.
~~
Sitting on the hill nearby her town, she leaned into the embrace of her husband. She could barely believe that the duo had gotten married only weeks before. Often she had to see her left hand to make sure she still had the rin, to make sure she did not wake up as if this all were a dream.
"Thy sweetened roses fall into thy living ground, if only thy city could see such poetry all around. Love only comes to those who do not seek it, yet purposely it has been seeked and thou hast found it. Keith, what do thy believe if thy cannot try to believe everything thee has seen?" She asked him, her raven hair up in a messy bun, the tresses that fell out whisking in the wind beside him.
"Thou hast yet to believe anything but thou's lover. Lucrezia, I have a needy question to ask thou." Keith brushed back his long hair to be upheld by his ear, turning to her. She had such beauty and life unlike other women.
"Do not keep thou question inside, otherwise thou shall implode from withheld information." She laughed and smiled at him. Her eyes and body radiated a warmth telling of child yet he kept it secret that he knew. Lucrezia was really trying her best to hide the fact.
"Does thou wish to live with thee forever?" He asked her. She turned to face him, from th eglowing dusk on her face. She had thought a lot about this. For a few minutes he thought she was going to say yes when she smiled, but her answer was completely different.
"Thee shall not take thou offer of immortality. Thy believe that thy life should be lived for only once, to aprecciate thy life. If thou lived forever than thy shall not. Tis be so simple. Thy rather would be human and live thy life human than to live thy life any other way." He words told him. He knew this was to be her answer as it alwys was before.
"When thou shall leave thee, what shall thy do?" He asked her. His aquarmarine eyes staring into her own. She was smart and knew something with that secret smile of hers that something was up. Putting a finger on her lips, she kissed it and put it on his and got up to the sunset.
"Learn to love thy memories, then learn all over once more, to love again. T'would be pointless to live thy life lonely forever." She told him with such wisedom beyond her twenty-five years.
~~
"AIIIE!!!" A scream from the graveyard called out to him. She was screaming and running into th etomb they had taken his dear wife to he entered. His sword out as he looked up to see such a devilish contrapation. She was in a glass tube, bubbles and water around her screaming, writhing form. A man stood there.
His hair was slicked back and looked British as they come. He smirked turning around, grinning ear to ear. Keth's wife in such torment, as she talked to no one in particular. Albert Simon. The vampire knew that this was the ex-communicated cardinal. He got his sword ready, Tryving ready to cut anyone down with its sharp blade.
Then, when he least suspected it, she grew wings in her back. White feather wings of an angel, her blue eyes screaming forth as her arms grew longer and her body taller. Her raven hair that he loved so much, was slowly turning to red. The glass shattered as she screamed one last pitiful agony. Albert turned around to see her, his fusion almost complete.
Laying on the floor, she was sobbing in the immense pain. She was not a fusion person, and Albert realized that. Hopefully, she would be able to withstand the whole transformation, but he knew that she wouldn't, so with a sigh and a wave of his hand, her life was cut off from her.
Keith ran towards the man, hoping against his wife's pain that he could kill the man and save her. Albert however anticipated this and threw an energy wave strong enough to kill an actual human that threw the vampire into the wall beside his love. A few ribs broken, a leg and one wrist. He got up again and rushed towards his opponent.
The same thing happened and when he landed he saw his wife's dear face. She laid there hugging herself in agony, watching him with her almost glazed over eyes. She whispered the last words she could to him.
"Thankest thou, my beloved for showing thy thee world." In her last breathy whisper, she felt the tips of her body grow cold. Her body shutting her down and the only thing she saw was the last bit of his worried aquarmarine eyes. She smiled through her horrendous pain and seemed to be peaceful when Albert disappeared and her eyes closed their icy blue ones.
"LUCREZIA!!! LUCREZIA!!!" He crawled over to her and put he head into his lap, shaking her gently, his voice whispering her name over and over, hoping it was a prank. It had to be a prank, it had to be one of those jokes she'd play on him. "Lucrezia, open thou eyes, for thy husband, damnit!!" He asked her so hard, tears of blood streaked onto his pale cheeks and he felt her spirit leave her body. She was gone.
He sat there for who knows how long, healing himself from montser's nearby and cradling her body in his strong arms. Why'd it have to be her? Why did Albert Simon use her?! Her peaceful face had stayed and when he got strong enough to stand, he picked her up and carried her out. His tears staining her bosom. His love forever gone.
~~
Out of the brambles hidden by an old castle in the graveyard, the ground stirred. A tall English gentleman waited. The time for her was to come and soon Loki would have a body to house her soul. The earth began quaking evermore, sutmbling to find its rightful place. Grave markers falling around that could not withstand the immense dark powers he used to revive the body.
Hardly anyone could have believed it if they wanted to. The grave he was painstakingly at was marked with an angel and a wong of the devil. This time, he would not go wrong in his plot. She had a new body that was stronger for her.
Rising out of the dirt, a well-perseved hand shot out to the sky. Opening the where the body laid the rest of it came out. It was the very very well perserved body of a woman. She looked just as she had when she died, the very same hair that he fondled lovingly in her agony.
The wings outstretched on her back were fully black than the original white, but he could barely hold that against her. Smiling, he raised a hand to the shining light and pointed to the zombie who stood waiting for a command.
"She is all yours Loki. Her body houses such beautiful magic. Even more, she's quite formidible with your knowledge." The soul went into the closed marrionette's body, and instead of it being pale and turning green, the light grew within it. The woman's features blossomed into the looking of a human being and the heart did not beat.
Loki opened her eyes smirking callously to her father. "Cardinal Albert Simon, Roger Bacon and my own father, I thank you for letting me be revived. The time to get her should be soon."
He nodded in agreement. "Indeed you are welcome, daughter, but remember we are working for a mission." She nodded, her new body responding well to her consorts. "Do you like this body? She's from an old memory."
Loki turned her raven hair around to see the name on the grave. "Yes, Lucrezia Winter Valentine's body works well and is perserved so much to completion. She responds well. I just need to get out of this clothing."
"Ahh...Baroque was something of a classical era. But yes, we shall not tarry here any longer."
"Good. "
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AUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!! O_O OMG!!! FREAKY CHAPTER !!! Lol, anyway..I'm thinking this should end in a short while since I'm speeding things up than what I originally planned. Umm..Greyfriars, and all those people who want me to continue doing my poems, PLEASE DON'T EVER REQUEST MEIYUN!!!! T_T I am inept to do his, and have been getting writer's block from trying to do his!! But anyway, its okay. PLEASE READ 'N' REVIEW!!!!!
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"Wow. Quite an adventure and a memory!! We should let you out more often." He softly laughed as she made a small chuckle. The extent of her laughing abilities. It was good to be home.
~~
Chapter 6: Searching for Something New
Alice sighed; pulling her naturally softened wavy and curly hair around her face curtains to a distressing show with clear blue eyes to the truth. It had nearly been a week and they knew that Margerete would have shown up or a sign of her would have. It just wasn't like her to leave her home without any notice and certainly without her firepower under her dress.
She looked over to the couch where Yuri was sleeping. Well, technically sleeping. He was really at the graveyard seeing if she had died. All the souls pass through there and then go to their next destination. She was too worried right now. She should have been sleeping and knew so.
Looking over Yuri's face, she smiled he was serene when he was asleep while when he was awake he was a literal monster at times, but his moods were the reason she loved him so much.
~~
Malkovich carefully looked around in the cabinets of the small kitchen. It was around one in the morning and she couldn't get any sleep. She didn't know why, but she just couldn't no matter how hard she tried. She never had any problems all week, but tonight she did. Her heart just felt weirder than normal and she kept remembering faces, but that was it.
"Meep." She let it escape her mouth as she drunk a cup of green tea. For some reason, her heart wouldn't stop its beating they way it wasn't supposed to, and the faces kept popping into her brain but she couldn't name them.
One had her hair braided and she was the soothsayer from her dream. Another had half-demon and a half-human face, darkness spreading around him like he was the devil himself. The last two faces were nearly identical to each other. The first was of a woman with slightly curly brown hair put into a style that was forgotten a long time ago, while the second had a face of purity yet hatred, and her hair was a bright red, flowing in some ancient style also, but it seemed as if her hair was the only thing that kept Malkovich from remembering her.
Drinking more tea, she could feel her knees and body tire from standing, but she knew she could not sleep. Something was horribly wrong but she didn't know what. It was just a feeling.
~~
Keith woke up at the usual, four in the morning and saw his roommate of sorts, frozen nearly at the door of the apartment. He stared at her long golden tresses and yawned, stretching.
"So..thi..wr...ng.." Her words were broken as she talked to him. Her eyes tracing the doorway for what seemed the 500th time that night. "Faces." Was all she told him when he crossed over to her. In one hand, she held coffee and in the other tea. So he knew she had been out to a café while he was asleep. He sighed; she was such a rebel to him at times.
"How did you get up before me?" She turned around and went into the kitchen. She set down her drinks and then looked in their small fridge for food. When she turned to face him with a carrot in her small mouth, he saw how. Darkened lines stretched underneath her eyes. He was surprised, she barely stayed up whenever he was out and he could always tell it. "Why'd you stay up?"
"Faces." She told him discreetly, her eyes tracing his figure as she was tired but she couldn't sleep at all. Those faces would come back and taunt her over and over. They would say nothing to help her but confuse her even more.
"Faces? Malkovich, you really do look tired. I promise you if you go back to sleep they won't come back, okay?" She stared at him, mouthing the word, 'how?' to him. Her voice was spent and her mind was near-wrenching her into the nearest bed.
"I'll be near." He answered her quietly. She nodded slightly, and yawned. Walking over to him, the blonde wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his smooth refined chest. The beating of his heart reminding her so much of rain, a lulling relaxation that went with rhythm and often times lead her to sleep. "Wh-"
"Le...e." Her broken words coming through instead of his own. Her voice was soft, calmed and dull, as if her entire night of staying up hadn't happened yet and she was going to sleep all over. Awkwardly, the vampiric wielder of the demon sword Tyrving gently wrapped his strong arms around her encumbered state. Without realizing it, he scooped her up, as if she were a bride, just like the first time he met her when Halley and the other brought her.
"Th...." He fathered her almost but she was lulled, not even caring, just wanting to fall asleep. He smiled at her peaceful face, even if she fought it she looked like a beautiful angel, the euphoric look of one. Setting her down on the bed, she gripped his shirt pulling him down to her.
"Do...Le...v..." He understood, but sat there dumbfounded. Why did she want him to stay? Shrugging, it was just sleeping together nothing more, besides they were the only ones in the apartment, he had nothing to worry about. Then why was he blushing so damn hard? He slipped into the bed with her under the covers and him over.
"Its okay. Go on to sleep, mademoiselle." He whispered into her ears, his mouth moving before he could think. She smiled and scooted closer to him, rest her head on the crook of his arm. He looked surprised but it actually felt good to have some human contact over the hundred of years. Her breathing became slow and steady and her eyes barely fluttered. "Goodnight, Malkovich."
Her lips curved serenely and she moved closer to him, unciousouly. This elicited a blush upon his normally pale vampiric cheeks. He shouldn't blame himself for this, but he did. Maybe he should have never met her in the first place. Sighing, he decided to be content to watch the poor lost woman in her dreams, no matter how terriable they might be for her.
These faces....What were they causing her? He groaned, great idea not to have asked her before she went to sleep, but he was more concerned with her welfare than anything else besides his family's demonic sword.
The sword grumbled in the back of his mind, finally being recognized after so many days of neglect to a woman.
'Being placed second only in value to a human!! Nonetheless my thoughts appear to grow weeds in this garden of peace within your turmoiled soil. She is only tricking you!!! Not being able to see?! In need of such a lesson!!! Humans and Vampires, two in one and one in two!! Same and same through and through!!' The sword rambled on into the man's head.
Keith barely understood what the enchated blade was telling him. For one, he was no fool when it came to trust. Hell, he trusted someone who had kids that liked to pick pocket him whenever he went out. That was unbelievably good trust. Nothing much else in his life did he trust besides his sword, Malkovich...and.her.
"Lucrezia...." Even her name upon his lips seemed to die away as he remembered her death. She could have prevented it. Let him make her into his personal state of being as a vampire, but how many times he had asked, she had always replied no. She thought rather that life should be lived as in one lifetime of a human so they could appreciate what they had, instead of what else might come along in the far future.
It sounded like a sin to say her name with such lover's breath, but he wanted her back so much. He would have even given up Tryving if she could have lived. His sword 'hmped' at the vampire. Those same eyes stared into his soul, but they were no longer there as he drifted to an ancient memory of her.
~~
"Lord Keith!! Please wait for thee!!!" A meduim-sized woman ran out to him. She withheld her raven-born head of lockes instead of the stupid wigs. He happened to hate them so much. She acted like a true lady would and then seem to be a gallant young man at times. He found it infuriating. She loved all this new technology. She wore he everday clothes for the public. A pair of brown breeches, lace at her chin, brown-doe skin for her tights, and a doublet of a man.
"Lusicious." He called to her. Her name was Lucrezia Winter, and she seemed to be of her name. She had icy blue eyes that seemed to be able to tell what he was always thinking. Her ebony hair was short, a used-to-be mess of tangles and longer braids to be made of such, but since the Baroque era came about, she had to wear a stupid tall wig to the parties invited to her as a noblewoman.
"Lord Keith.....Where might thou be going?! It is Easter morning. Do thou not go to thy lord's mass at thou church?" She asked him discreetly in her well-toned boyish voice. She seemed to be a boy of fifteen when all reality, she was a grown woman of 24. He smirked to her, his face contorting his answer. She groaned smiling widely at him. "Then does thou have time to come to thee local inventor's festival?"
"Yes. When might this be?" He asked her. This was the only way he ever really learned of the outside world that she considered so wonderful. Even though she hated the time of her life, she referred to it as a chocolate.
~~
Sitting on the hill nearby her town, she leaned into the embrace of her husband. She could barely believe that the duo had gotten married only weeks before. Often she had to see her left hand to make sure she still had the rin, to make sure she did not wake up as if this all were a dream.
"Thy sweetened roses fall into thy living ground, if only thy city could see such poetry all around. Love only comes to those who do not seek it, yet purposely it has been seeked and thou hast found it. Keith, what do thy believe if thy cannot try to believe everything thee has seen?" She asked him, her raven hair up in a messy bun, the tresses that fell out whisking in the wind beside him.
"Thou hast yet to believe anything but thou's lover. Lucrezia, I have a needy question to ask thou." Keith brushed back his long hair to be upheld by his ear, turning to her. She had such beauty and life unlike other women.
"Do not keep thou question inside, otherwise thou shall implode from withheld information." She laughed and smiled at him. Her eyes and body radiated a warmth telling of child yet he kept it secret that he knew. Lucrezia was really trying her best to hide the fact.
"Does thou wish to live with thee forever?" He asked her. She turned to face him, from th eglowing dusk on her face. She had thought a lot about this. For a few minutes he thought she was going to say yes when she smiled, but her answer was completely different.
"Thee shall not take thou offer of immortality. Thy believe that thy life should be lived for only once, to aprecciate thy life. If thou lived forever than thy shall not. Tis be so simple. Thy rather would be human and live thy life human than to live thy life any other way." He words told him. He knew this was to be her answer as it alwys was before.
"When thou shall leave thee, what shall thy do?" He asked her. His aquarmarine eyes staring into her own. She was smart and knew something with that secret smile of hers that something was up. Putting a finger on her lips, she kissed it and put it on his and got up to the sunset.
"Learn to love thy memories, then learn all over once more, to love again. T'would be pointless to live thy life lonely forever." She told him with such wisedom beyond her twenty-five years.
~~
"AIIIE!!!" A scream from the graveyard called out to him. She was screaming and running into th etomb they had taken his dear wife to he entered. His sword out as he looked up to see such a devilish contrapation. She was in a glass tube, bubbles and water around her screaming, writhing form. A man stood there.
His hair was slicked back and looked British as they come. He smirked turning around, grinning ear to ear. Keth's wife in such torment, as she talked to no one in particular. Albert Simon. The vampire knew that this was the ex-communicated cardinal. He got his sword ready, Tryving ready to cut anyone down with its sharp blade.
Then, when he least suspected it, she grew wings in her back. White feather wings of an angel, her blue eyes screaming forth as her arms grew longer and her body taller. Her raven hair that he loved so much, was slowly turning to red. The glass shattered as she screamed one last pitiful agony. Albert turned around to see her, his fusion almost complete.
Laying on the floor, she was sobbing in the immense pain. She was not a fusion person, and Albert realized that. Hopefully, she would be able to withstand the whole transformation, but he knew that she wouldn't, so with a sigh and a wave of his hand, her life was cut off from her.
Keith ran towards the man, hoping against his wife's pain that he could kill the man and save her. Albert however anticipated this and threw an energy wave strong enough to kill an actual human that threw the vampire into the wall beside his love. A few ribs broken, a leg and one wrist. He got up again and rushed towards his opponent.
The same thing happened and when he landed he saw his wife's dear face. She laid there hugging herself in agony, watching him with her almost glazed over eyes. She whispered the last words she could to him.
"Thankest thou, my beloved for showing thy thee world." In her last breathy whisper, she felt the tips of her body grow cold. Her body shutting her down and the only thing she saw was the last bit of his worried aquarmarine eyes. She smiled through her horrendous pain and seemed to be peaceful when Albert disappeared and her eyes closed their icy blue ones.
"LUCREZIA!!! LUCREZIA!!!" He crawled over to her and put he head into his lap, shaking her gently, his voice whispering her name over and over, hoping it was a prank. It had to be a prank, it had to be one of those jokes she'd play on him. "Lucrezia, open thou eyes, for thy husband, damnit!!" He asked her so hard, tears of blood streaked onto his pale cheeks and he felt her spirit leave her body. She was gone.
He sat there for who knows how long, healing himself from montser's nearby and cradling her body in his strong arms. Why'd it have to be her? Why did Albert Simon use her?! Her peaceful face had stayed and when he got strong enough to stand, he picked her up and carried her out. His tears staining her bosom. His love forever gone.
~~
Out of the brambles hidden by an old castle in the graveyard, the ground stirred. A tall English gentleman waited. The time for her was to come and soon Loki would have a body to house her soul. The earth began quaking evermore, sutmbling to find its rightful place. Grave markers falling around that could not withstand the immense dark powers he used to revive the body.
Hardly anyone could have believed it if they wanted to. The grave he was painstakingly at was marked with an angel and a wong of the devil. This time, he would not go wrong in his plot. She had a new body that was stronger for her.
Rising out of the dirt, a well-perseved hand shot out to the sky. Opening the where the body laid the rest of it came out. It was the very very well perserved body of a woman. She looked just as she had when she died, the very same hair that he fondled lovingly in her agony.
The wings outstretched on her back were fully black than the original white, but he could barely hold that against her. Smiling, he raised a hand to the shining light and pointed to the zombie who stood waiting for a command.
"She is all yours Loki. Her body houses such beautiful magic. Even more, she's quite formidible with your knowledge." The soul went into the closed marrionette's body, and instead of it being pale and turning green, the light grew within it. The woman's features blossomed into the looking of a human being and the heart did not beat.
Loki opened her eyes smirking callously to her father. "Cardinal Albert Simon, Roger Bacon and my own father, I thank you for letting me be revived. The time to get her should be soon."
He nodded in agreement. "Indeed you are welcome, daughter, but remember we are working for a mission." She nodded, her new body responding well to her consorts. "Do you like this body? She's from an old memory."
Loki turned her raven hair around to see the name on the grave. "Yes, Lucrezia Winter Valentine's body works well and is perserved so much to completion. She responds well. I just need to get out of this clothing."
"Ahh...Baroque was something of a classical era. But yes, we shall not tarry here any longer."
"Good. "
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AUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!! O_O OMG!!! FREAKY CHAPTER !!! Lol, anyway..I'm thinking this should end in a short while since I'm speeding things up than what I originally planned. Umm..Greyfriars, and all those people who want me to continue doing my poems, PLEASE DON'T EVER REQUEST MEIYUN!!!! T_T I am inept to do his, and have been getting writer's block from trying to do his!! But anyway, its okay. PLEASE READ 'N' REVIEW!!!!!