Adventure Between the Line
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Waking up, for what seemed to be the first time in a millenia, Albert stared at the ghost of his dead wife. Her face and body was paler than should be. Her once dark black and blue slightly wavy hair was now a pale blue/white and her dress flowed to the floor.
He couldn't take his eyes from her pitless golden ones.
Katarina Louise Varuna-Simon was in front of him.
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Chapter 9: Dance of the Ring
"Ka-Katarina?" Disbelief etched across his elder-like face. His eyes staring into her own golden ones. Her figure stood in front of his chair. Her body wavering slightly. "Is-Is that you?!" He asked her outloud. His eyes open-wide. His wife stared at him and nodded, her tresses flowing slowly in her motion.
"Albert......Dear....Please, don't do this." She cried out to him silently. Her voice melodious to her after five centruies without it. It was still the same melancholy tune she sang when she had held Loki inside her body and wept her dying days. Sighing, she moved over to his body, kneeling in front of his sitting knees. His eyes replaced with amusement.
"Why not?"
"Earth does not deserve this." Was her answer above his thoughts. He stared at his dear wife. "Albert dear, I have to leave......I love and miss you so much." She whispered to him. His hands touching her pale plasmic face, hot to the touch. He flinched as he saw the ecto-plasma holding her body together faded away from his sight. Her golden eyes saying what was needed to be said.
".....It does deserve this."
~~
Margerete stared at the plane she was going to get on. Her eyes showing her fear at not knoowing anybody. Sighing inwardly, she stepped into the boarding area and got on, with one last look at the place around her. What was she doing? Was it right?
To her, it had to be. With no memories of her home or former life, why not start over? She barely had. Smiling, forlornly, she stared at the window, the amulet of Trying between her cleavlege.
~~
Keith flew from building to building, his feet so nimble that you would barely be able to see them as he ran. The devil's own hounds nipping at his feet while he stared at the sky to the airport. Was he stupid for this? He questioned his motives so heavily.
His wife was supposedly dead to him. Then why was he trying to get her back? She deserved to at least be back to his arms and not in Albert Simon's. But why was he doing this?! He was getting there sooner than he could imagine and he prayed heavily fo rhis good luck,
As soon as he entered the building he became invisible to the people and ran with speed unknown to the human world through the gates and all the checkpoints. He searched for her. Her face struck inside his mind and he smiled only briefly before he remembered what had transpired earlier. This was for his wife, and besides wasn't she an enemie to him now?
His thoughts crossed him as he searched endlessly for her figure, face, or voice, anything really to help him find her. She might've been on one of the planes that got ready for take-off. He sighed, brushing a strand of pale blonde hair as he stopped in front of the last gate.
She wasn't at any of the others and the last gate was closed. The vampire sat down, his knees bent and his head hung between them.
'She is here, but I trust you not to follow for where your heart once lied it lies somewhere else. When the sun beats upon the darkness does it not shed light? Safe from harm, safe from you, safe from everyone your wife has always been while this one is not safe and that other one was so fishy to be not what she said she could be. Fragments of a puzzle in an array of colors, divorce from the pain.' The sword whined to his ears for the first time in a long time.
So the sword agreed with Malkovich. He grunted to himself. The sword was right.
He had lost.
~~
Yuri smiled to himself as he saw Malkovich at the airport. She was confused standing there looking at the two with fear written in her pale eyes. He noticed that she seemed too innocent and he asked for her name. She gave it, hesitantly.
Alice was happy as well. Malkovich had lost her memory but they were going to help her get her memories back. Margerete/Malkovich had smiled and listened on to their conversations and stories of the three together.
She loved it. She had ran from a man who was angry at her and she had found two friends, very close friends from the nightmares.
~~
Sitting silently in her apartment, Malkovich leaned her head back to the ceiling fan. She thanked the gods for them getting rid of the body though she smelled some of its decay. She hadn't remembered much except for the small fact that she was a spy of some sorts and she loved weaponary. In fact, once she had entered the apartment she felt a warm feeling of hominess that Alice and Yuri had made.
If she was alone here she might've been declined to not feel it but it wasn't mistakable. She was home. Smiling to herself, she watched the fan circle over and over until her thoughts came to a certain lonely man. Keith.
His eyes right now looked so sad to her, and she understood why. He needed her for something but that was it. The sword pendant glowed and swung from her bosom to near her face.
"Wha?" She called out barely audible in surprise. She didn't want to talk too loud for the other two to wake up. The pendant was glowing like a small neon light and beckoned to her hands. With one crème hand, she reached up to it, cupping it halfway. She looked up in surprise when she began hearing the spirit of the sword talking through her!!
'He is my master and you carry me as well? Which is the master and the weilder? Maybe he or she. I am the mystical spirit of the sword, Tryving. His heart confused and yet yours is not, funny when the world listens wrong. Loneliness is natural in this profression but even more when you are one that should not have companionship. Welcome to my mind and I welcome to yours, Malkovich.' It spoke in a gentle soothing voice, so not to surprise and scare her. Her blue eyes opened wide.
'What do you mean?' Her mind spoke to the sword. She a weilder or a master of Tryving? Maybe he was wrong. Shrugging slightly to herself, she stared at the small pendant.
'WRONG?!?!? I HAVE NEVER BEEN!!!! I know what your past was through your mind that has blocked it off, but I will not say anything,. You have help wether it be from the darkest man and the holiest woman or from a man that barely knows what the hell to say to you. I am now part of you and you of me as my other master has always been. Listening to the channels of water and to rise above everything.......Your journey is something different.' The sword grumbled to her, annoyed that she could insult him about being wrong.
'......Whatever. I'm taking some aspirin, maybe a percaset and taking a long sleep and when I wake up you won't be in my mind.' She smiled at her deduction and quickly went to the medicine cabinant in the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, a man with long black hair and very pale skin stood behind her. His arms were coursed onto her, and his eyes snapped open to ensure a gasp from Malkovich. She didn't feel anything on her at all.
"Real I have always been, dear, dear Malkovich."
~~
Keith stared out of the airport still angry and mad at himself for being such an idiot. Malkovich hated him and most likely left him tot he skies to experience what he didn't want her to until she had at least some of her memories.
"Damnit." He growled to himself, angrier than ever at Tryving for being right. He slammed his fist into the glass and watched as the heavy and supposedly indestructible glass broke into millions of tiny pieces and screamed in the pain as some hit him over and over.
Blood coursed its way from the many cuts he had procured into himself with one single punch. What would either his wife or her say if they saw him like this? His anger released only slightly, as his eyes began to glow from the wonderful light green to a deep crimson red, searching around for his next victim, in need of a blood count dearly.
"I hate all of you and yet I continue to protect you humans.....hmph...What an idiot I must be..."
~~
Loki ran as fast as she could to the airport. Her father was angry that Keith had not been there at their secret meeting and she was to go look for him. Somehow, Lucrezia's body knew where he was and she followed ever so deeply. Rushing in through traffic, it didn't matter to her just as long as her plan was complete and her father had the new world he wanted.
Her eyes searched for any sign of him when she heard the screams and pain of glass flying everywhere over people. That was where he probably was. She ran onward without knowing that doing so could mean her death most likely.
A man stood there, or rather a crazed one with scratches and cuts all over his face and clothes, holding Tryving. She had been right, but how close could she become to calm him down? Her hair waved wildly from the amount of magical force he exerted causing most of everyone to back away not being able to breathe. However, she had learned to stand high-intense magic herself.
"KEITH!!!!"
~~
Well, that's all for this chapter. ^_^ I'm so glad!!! This story is so progressive!!! Oh, and Anastasia's next chapter will be out in a day or so, after this chappie. O_o;; hmmmmmm...
What have I been doing faithful readers who might be coming ot kill me? Well, as usual I put my rants here...
SCHOOL!!! I am almost out of school, so most of next week I'll be posting more chapters and other stuff!!! Then I'll be able to post about a week after that when I go to my mom's. I am getting a new computer so that Leggy-chan (My computer), will be out of commision after I fix him up and everything. T_T DUN WORRY LEGGY-CHAN!!! I STILL LOVE YOU!!!!!
Well, besides that I get a new computer with a lovable cd burner, I am going to be heavily dutied this week concerning my finals. But dun worry, I'll try update everything soon.
AS USUAL PLEASE READ 'N' REVIEW!!!!! LOVES AND TRYVING PENDANTS TO THOSE WHO DO!!!
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Review Thingys:
Waking up, for what seemed to be the first time in a millenia, Albert stared at the ghost of his dead wife. Her face and body was paler than should be. Her once dark black and blue slightly wavy hair was now a pale blue/white and her dress flowed to the floor.
He couldn't take his eyes from her pitless golden ones.
Katarina Louise Varuna-Simon was in front of him.
~~
Chapter 9: Dance of the Ring
"Ka-Katarina?" Disbelief etched across his elder-like face. His eyes staring into her own golden ones. Her figure stood in front of his chair. Her body wavering slightly. "Is-Is that you?!" He asked her outloud. His eyes open-wide. His wife stared at him and nodded, her tresses flowing slowly in her motion.
"Albert......Dear....Please, don't do this." She cried out to him silently. Her voice melodious to her after five centruies without it. It was still the same melancholy tune she sang when she had held Loki inside her body and wept her dying days. Sighing, she moved over to his body, kneeling in front of his sitting knees. His eyes replaced with amusement.
"Why not?"
"Earth does not deserve this." Was her answer above his thoughts. He stared at his dear wife. "Albert dear, I have to leave......I love and miss you so much." She whispered to him. His hands touching her pale plasmic face, hot to the touch. He flinched as he saw the ecto-plasma holding her body together faded away from his sight. Her golden eyes saying what was needed to be said.
".....It does deserve this."
~~
Margerete stared at the plane she was going to get on. Her eyes showing her fear at not knoowing anybody. Sighing inwardly, she stepped into the boarding area and got on, with one last look at the place around her. What was she doing? Was it right?
To her, it had to be. With no memories of her home or former life, why not start over? She barely had. Smiling, forlornly, she stared at the window, the amulet of Trying between her cleavlege.
~~
Keith flew from building to building, his feet so nimble that you would barely be able to see them as he ran. The devil's own hounds nipping at his feet while he stared at the sky to the airport. Was he stupid for this? He questioned his motives so heavily.
His wife was supposedly dead to him. Then why was he trying to get her back? She deserved to at least be back to his arms and not in Albert Simon's. But why was he doing this?! He was getting there sooner than he could imagine and he prayed heavily fo rhis good luck,
As soon as he entered the building he became invisible to the people and ran with speed unknown to the human world through the gates and all the checkpoints. He searched for her. Her face struck inside his mind and he smiled only briefly before he remembered what had transpired earlier. This was for his wife, and besides wasn't she an enemie to him now?
His thoughts crossed him as he searched endlessly for her figure, face, or voice, anything really to help him find her. She might've been on one of the planes that got ready for take-off. He sighed, brushing a strand of pale blonde hair as he stopped in front of the last gate.
She wasn't at any of the others and the last gate was closed. The vampire sat down, his knees bent and his head hung between them.
'She is here, but I trust you not to follow for where your heart once lied it lies somewhere else. When the sun beats upon the darkness does it not shed light? Safe from harm, safe from you, safe from everyone your wife has always been while this one is not safe and that other one was so fishy to be not what she said she could be. Fragments of a puzzle in an array of colors, divorce from the pain.' The sword whined to his ears for the first time in a long time.
So the sword agreed with Malkovich. He grunted to himself. The sword was right.
He had lost.
~~
Yuri smiled to himself as he saw Malkovich at the airport. She was confused standing there looking at the two with fear written in her pale eyes. He noticed that she seemed too innocent and he asked for her name. She gave it, hesitantly.
Alice was happy as well. Malkovich had lost her memory but they were going to help her get her memories back. Margerete/Malkovich had smiled and listened on to their conversations and stories of the three together.
She loved it. She had ran from a man who was angry at her and she had found two friends, very close friends from the nightmares.
~~
Sitting silently in her apartment, Malkovich leaned her head back to the ceiling fan. She thanked the gods for them getting rid of the body though she smelled some of its decay. She hadn't remembered much except for the small fact that she was a spy of some sorts and she loved weaponary. In fact, once she had entered the apartment she felt a warm feeling of hominess that Alice and Yuri had made.
If she was alone here she might've been declined to not feel it but it wasn't mistakable. She was home. Smiling to herself, she watched the fan circle over and over until her thoughts came to a certain lonely man. Keith.
His eyes right now looked so sad to her, and she understood why. He needed her for something but that was it. The sword pendant glowed and swung from her bosom to near her face.
"Wha?" She called out barely audible in surprise. She didn't want to talk too loud for the other two to wake up. The pendant was glowing like a small neon light and beckoned to her hands. With one crème hand, she reached up to it, cupping it halfway. She looked up in surprise when she began hearing the spirit of the sword talking through her!!
'He is my master and you carry me as well? Which is the master and the weilder? Maybe he or she. I am the mystical spirit of the sword, Tryving. His heart confused and yet yours is not, funny when the world listens wrong. Loneliness is natural in this profression but even more when you are one that should not have companionship. Welcome to my mind and I welcome to yours, Malkovich.' It spoke in a gentle soothing voice, so not to surprise and scare her. Her blue eyes opened wide.
'What do you mean?' Her mind spoke to the sword. She a weilder or a master of Tryving? Maybe he was wrong. Shrugging slightly to herself, she stared at the small pendant.
'WRONG?!?!? I HAVE NEVER BEEN!!!! I know what your past was through your mind that has blocked it off, but I will not say anything,. You have help wether it be from the darkest man and the holiest woman or from a man that barely knows what the hell to say to you. I am now part of you and you of me as my other master has always been. Listening to the channels of water and to rise above everything.......Your journey is something different.' The sword grumbled to her, annoyed that she could insult him about being wrong.
'......Whatever. I'm taking some aspirin, maybe a percaset and taking a long sleep and when I wake up you won't be in my mind.' She smiled at her deduction and quickly went to the medicine cabinant in the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, a man with long black hair and very pale skin stood behind her. His arms were coursed onto her, and his eyes snapped open to ensure a gasp from Malkovich. She didn't feel anything on her at all.
"Real I have always been, dear, dear Malkovich."
~~
Keith stared out of the airport still angry and mad at himself for being such an idiot. Malkovich hated him and most likely left him tot he skies to experience what he didn't want her to until she had at least some of her memories.
"Damnit." He growled to himself, angrier than ever at Tryving for being right. He slammed his fist into the glass and watched as the heavy and supposedly indestructible glass broke into millions of tiny pieces and screamed in the pain as some hit him over and over.
Blood coursed its way from the many cuts he had procured into himself with one single punch. What would either his wife or her say if they saw him like this? His anger released only slightly, as his eyes began to glow from the wonderful light green to a deep crimson red, searching around for his next victim, in need of a blood count dearly.
"I hate all of you and yet I continue to protect you humans.....hmph...What an idiot I must be..."
~~
Loki ran as fast as she could to the airport. Her father was angry that Keith had not been there at their secret meeting and she was to go look for him. Somehow, Lucrezia's body knew where he was and she followed ever so deeply. Rushing in through traffic, it didn't matter to her just as long as her plan was complete and her father had the new world he wanted.
Her eyes searched for any sign of him when she heard the screams and pain of glass flying everywhere over people. That was where he probably was. She ran onward without knowing that doing so could mean her death most likely.
A man stood there, or rather a crazed one with scratches and cuts all over his face and clothes, holding Tryving. She had been right, but how close could she become to calm him down? Her hair waved wildly from the amount of magical force he exerted causing most of everyone to back away not being able to breathe. However, she had learned to stand high-intense magic herself.
"KEITH!!!!"
~~
Well, that's all for this chapter. ^_^ I'm so glad!!! This story is so progressive!!! Oh, and Anastasia's next chapter will be out in a day or so, after this chappie. O_o;; hmmmmmm...
What have I been doing faithful readers who might be coming ot kill me? Well, as usual I put my rants here...
SCHOOL!!! I am almost out of school, so most of next week I'll be posting more chapters and other stuff!!! Then I'll be able to post about a week after that when I go to my mom's. I am getting a new computer so that Leggy-chan (My computer), will be out of commision after I fix him up and everything. T_T DUN WORRY LEGGY-CHAN!!! I STILL LOVE YOU!!!!!
Well, besides that I get a new computer with a lovable cd burner, I am going to be heavily dutied this week concerning my finals. But dun worry, I'll try update everything soon.
AS USUAL PLEASE READ 'N' REVIEW!!!!! LOVES AND TRYVING PENDANTS TO THOSE WHO DO!!!