The fourth instalment of "Blue Eyes Through the Mist." Now things are getting even freakier! This has slight suggestive themes…..he he he.
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Sway with me:
In the dark room at the back of the temple, a pale faced, silver haired girl slumbered alone. Ryou had been called to bed by Isis, who was worried about him. He alone had never left Kisara's side. But now the sun had set, Ryou was sleeping in his room, Isis was sorting out the clothes for the next temple dance tomorrow, and Kisara was waking up.
Kisara opened her eyes slowly, the remaining ember of a flame on a melted candle bringing her to her senses. All she could remember were two cold blue eyes, staring at
her from within the murky fog that was her dreams.
"Kisara…."
A voice, deep and soothing, beckoned to her through the darkness within the room. Kisara hugged her knees, and cried weakly: "Who are you? Please leave me; you have no purpose to be here. This is my private room, and I will call Isis if you persist."
A laugh echoed around the room, the deep voice responding: "Your still have your spirit, my little dancer."
The darkness appeared to wrap itself around Kisara, binding her to the bed. Darkness flowed around her, and caressed her thighs; it ran invisible fingers though her hair, and gently touched her delicate features. It warped itself around her very mind itself, and searched her memories. Happy childhood fantasies, her first steps, Isis's smiling face, no longer lined when she first saw her dance, her and Ryou's first kiss….
The darkness stiffened, as if taken by surprise. It became more violent then, losing its loving touch. The darkness ascended around her, smothering Kisara, picking out her worst memories….the death of her mother, the shouting crowds, casting rocks down on her pretty head. "Demon!" Cockroach!" "Servant of Set!"
"No! Please…stop…." Tears were running down her cheeks, fear in her eyes. The darkness took mercy on Kisara, and started to take the shape of a tall, striking man. His face was hidden, but two cold, sapphire eyes stared into hers. They were so dark, so mysterious. They carried a thousand secrets, and Kisara felt drawn to them in a way. The man approached her, and then ran a finger down her cheek, catching a glistening tear that had escaped her eye.
"Forgive me."
The figure bent over her, sweeping his cloak around her, shrouding her from the darkness. He lifted her into his arms, and gently ran his fingers though her hair. The man's hands were skilled, and Kisara felt herself slip more under his spell. Slowly, she began to forget everything. Her memories were trickling out like water caught clumsily in the palm of someone's hand.
"Kisara….it has been so long. Dance for me, Kisara. Sway for your master."
Kisara gently began to sway her body, rocking her hips to some odd, but beautiful music that seeped out of the darkness. She felt his hands elope her, placing one hand on her bare stomach; he also tilted back her head with his free hand. "I will take you away, my little dancer, to places where you have only dreamed."
Ryou awoke, and felt that something was not right. The house was groaning with an unholy presence, and one thought occurred to him: Seto.
"Forget him. Come to me, come to your Master." The dark shadow traced the nape of her neck, and skilfully ran a finger down her thigh. Kisara closed her eyes, ready to completely surrender herself to the darkness.
"KISARA!"
A voice, so similar, yet so far away broke the spell of the Darkness. It expanded, growling at Ryou, flying at him like a mob of angry bees. Then it vanished without a trace.
Kisara fell forward, dazed but quite safe, into the young mans arms.
BB3: And that's the end of my fourth chapter! Please R/R. Post in who you want Kisara to end up with, if you want. Oh, and I am sorry for posting the 2nd chapter twice. Thanks to my reviewer for warning me about this. I worship you!
Cat: No, all you stupid mortals should worship me, and ME ALWAYS! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!
BB3: Ok, no more Whiskers for you. Please R/R!
Cat: Or buy me a tin of Whiskers.