Amaya had fallen asleep outside, in the dark, with fog. She woke up feeling dreadfully cold, and shivering. The fog had just risen, a clear mist. She stood up and stretched, and picked up her book. She had lost the page she was on, and angrily closed it, and put it on her desk inside. Mina and Victoria were still sound asleep, so Amaya decided to take a little strol in the woods. As she walked on the paht leading into the dark eerie forest, she grew bored, not of the scenery, it was just so quiet. The trees sawyed a little to the left, and one single leaf fell from it's branch, and slowly landed on Amaya's brown hair.
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Dracula was alone in the woods, for now. He smiled to himself as he silently walked deeper into the black forest that reminded him of home; He missed it so. Yes, home is where the heart is, it's what they always say. But he had no heart, felt no love. He kept walking, deeper and deeper until he stopped. Now he was hungry...tonight was the night.
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A young girl about 15 screamed as she awoke. She had a nightmare. Death, destruction...she couldn't remember the rest. Her face and body was covered in sweat, and she felt so disgusting. She went to her mirror and started to brush her long red hair. Yes it was Charlotte, annoying little CHarlotte. She thought herself as a goddess, somehow no one knows why, and she was vain, every fiber of her being was.
She decided to take a nice stroll in the forest, taking a different path than Amaya, both never seeing each other. Soon as she entered, Charlotte began to feel dizzy, weak...sleepy. But she felt hands around her, cold hands. She closed her green eyes, entering an abyss of darkness swirling around her, making her weak. She felt something in her neck, something sharp, something...dripping.
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Amaya still strolled on, her bordem growing. Even if she found the forest beautiful, wonderful, there was no one to share it with, no one beside her. Why not? Why not sing with the night? It's so lonely anyway, no one will hear me, no one can say I am horrible. But she hesitated. There was always something in the back of her mind nagging. She had never had a single kind word from anyone really, no compassion for her depressed soul. Amaya had no confidence, maybe courage, but she could never believe in herself. As she stared toward the sky, the moon and stars, she just decided to wing it.
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Dracula was draining her of everything. Her blood was so sweet, he couldn't stop. Maybe he should kill her, maybe he shouldn't everyone will leave. Why not? As he slowly made his decision, killing her of course, he heard something. A voice. A light voice, a caring one. He dropped Charlotte, well he picked her up again and willed her to return to bed. He followed the voice, this angel of music.
Think of me,
Think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me once in awhile.
Please promise me you'll try.
When you'll find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me!
We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember stop and think of me!
Think of all the things we've shared and seen
Don't think about the way things might have been
Think of me
Think of me waking silent and resigned.
Imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times.
Think of the things we'll never do.
There will never be a day when I won't think of you
Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their season
So do we.
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think of me!
There she was, this angel in black just like him. He recognized her, the girl, the one that rode that black horse. He smiled slightly, her voice was all he could ever need. Yet his dead heart kept calling to him...sing. Sing? He had no voice, he had no soul to add heart to it, to make the song live. But he was tempted, dreadfully tempted. he had suddenly noticed she had stopped, and ho did he want to sing his heart out, well not heart. He had no idea of what to sing, no inkling, until he read her mind. So...he decided to sing one of the songs she knew, hopefully she would sing with him or after him, just to hear that voice...
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Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Amaya spun around but saw no one, but heard this voice. It was so flawless, so wonderfully magnificient. Her eyes searched the darkness, but saw nothing, not even a detail. She sighed and looked away, begginning to walk slowly. Then she heard it again, that voice...
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Once again she spun around, nothing. SHe gave up, whatever or whoever must be a trick. But before she could walk away, he started to sing again.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly posess you
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me
She closed her eyes, letting this voice take her on a dream of wonderment. Then, she felt a hand go around her waiste, and bring her closer to him, she knew it was someone. Amaya could feel his breathe on her skin, but it wasn't cold. Nothing was cold anymore.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
Her eyes were still closed, and Dracula was so close to her. He was falling with her, falling into wonderous things, warmth, love...her. He didn't want to ever let go, and neither did she. So why not break into another song or two?
Amaya
In sleep he sang to me,In dreams he came,
That voice which calls to me,And speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find.
The Phantom of the Opera is there-Inside my mind.
Dracula
Sing once again with me, our strange duet,
My power over you, grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me, to glance behind.
The Phantom of the Opera is there -inside your mind
Amaya
Those who have seen your face,
Draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear.
Dracula
It's me they hear.
Both
You're/my spirit and my/you're voice in one combined.
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my/your mind
He still held her, closely, her eyes still closed. Dracula rested his head on her shoulder, slowly beginning to kiss it, a small smile appearing. She melted in so perfectly against him, both felt so warm.
Dracula
You have come here in pursuit of
your deepest urge, in pursuit of
that wish, which till now
has been silent, silent . . .
I have brought you, that our passions
may fuse and merge, in your mind
you've already succumbed to me
dropped all defences completely succumbed to me, now you are here with me:
no second thoughts, you've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
our games of make belive
are at an end . . .
Past all thought of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream descend . . .
What raging fireshall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no return,
the final threshold, what warm,
unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
Amaya
You have brought me to that moment
where words run dry, to that moment
where speech disappears into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here, hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already
imagined our bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am here with you:
no second thoughts, I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point of no return
no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we two wait, before
we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume
us . . .?
Both
Past the point of no return
the final threshold, the bridge
is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .
We've past the point of no return
Amaya's eyes snapped open, and as she turned around to face this myterious an, he vanished into thin air. Was it just a dream? Another fantasy playing games in my mind? She sighed heavily, thinking it was just her imagination. She walked back into her room, got dressed and fell asleep hearing a singing voice in her head, one so familiar...
Say you'll share with me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me from my solitude . . .
Say you want me with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go let me go too,
that's all I ask of you
Hope you guys enjoyed it...anyway the first song is Think of Me
Second is Music of the Night
Third is Phantom of the Opera
and last but not least Past the Point of no Return