HOLY WOWZA.
I just checked my old email, since I got a new AIM screenname, and saw I had a handful of new reviews on JUST THIS STORY.
Not on my other ones, but this one! The one I secretely lovvvvved but it never got no attention...
And someone had commented forever ago, that they sensed a love-triangle. And I think I might do that... Hah, my first intent on this story was to make it a Rabbit and Niall fall for the New Shadow Girl, but I don't think so anymore... Review it with an idea for what I should do, where I should take this? I loooove to hear your ideas too.
So now. BECAUSE of you people... I'm writing again. =]
But be warned, I'm not using microsoft word for this document, it's like the whole wordpad thing x.x Dunno if that's going to make this go like... Coo-coo, and if anyone finds typos, TELL ME!
Also, if Amora seems to be getting like a Mary-Sue (too perfect for those who are unfarmiliar with the term) tell me pleaseee.
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Amora squealed with palpable delight. She rushed at Niall, throwing her arms around him for a moment, hugging him with arms that weren't as weak as most mortals. Or maybe Niall was just used to fragile, addicted, mortal girls. And, so far, Amora wasn't addicted.
"You can start right away." Niall was aware his voice was brisk, for she hadn't released him yet. He didn't like the feel of mortal flesh, and he didn't like that he could taste her emotions stronger than he had been able to Leslie's.
And honestly, he was drinking it in, much as he could see Irial was. She seemed to radiate her emotions. And right now, while the Dark Court generally proffered things like malice, lust, and that sort of thing, it was hard not to enjoy Amora. The taste of, while he knew there was no way to taste it, sunshine rolled around in his mouth, though it was thickened with the taste of honey. He didn't know what emotions the tastes were attatched directly to, but he knew one thing - it was refreshing, and strong.
Irial was drinking it in as well. But it wasn't refreshing as he wanted it to be. He was still not over Leslie, and seeing her again. That had truly shocked him, more than anyone around him could see. But now, it was hard not to let his lips lift even the slightest bit at Amora's excitement. She was, literally, dancing, spinning around the room. She had stepped out of her heels, and was spinning around on her toes. Her hair flew up like a curtain around her, and Irial could smell jasmine and violet stirring the air. It wasn't how she tased, just how she smelled.
Rabbit had remained somewhat silent for the duration of their discussion. Now, as Niall gave the go-ahead for Amora's ink, Rabbit pushed off from the glass counter top, gesturing for Niall and Irial to follow him to the back. His eyes were dark, as he stroked his goatee. He locked the door to one of the private rooms behind them, a tattoo chair as well as a table being the only furnishings. "Iri, I need to extract blood from Niall." he whispered.
Irial's mood darkened. That had been the worst part; and he had adored Leslie, so it had been easy to endure it, even from the start. Niall... Well, though the girl was attractive, it was clear Niall didn't love her. He might grow to, as you did with Leslie. his mind whispered to him, though he batted that thought away. "Tie him down. The girl's expecting a start right now... Take only a little."
Rabbit seemed suddenly ashamed. "I can't. I don't have strong enough ties and..."
"Then can't we just wait?" A look of actual confusion crossed Niall's face -- he didn't understand the big deal.
"Do you really want to tell her that?" Rabbit, always the soft hearted, muttered, "Irial, do you think you could...?"
Irial sighed. "Hold him down? I'll try." He shifted towards Niall. "This is going to hurt, Gancangh. And this is only the beginning," his smile turned somewhat wicked, "Mortals aren't the only ones who suffer during these."
Niall looked uncertain for just a moment, before he sat himself down on the chair. He closed his eyes. "What are you going to do?"
"Irial, sit by his side. Hold his wrists in one hand, and press one shoulder back if you can," Rabbit waited until he saw Irial could handle that. As he had done with Irial, he tied a stronger than average rubber band on Niall's arm, just below the elbow. He waited for the vien to become more prominent, before taking out a needle, and a little bottle without a label. "Here comes the hard part Niall... Need your blood, for her tattoo. Try and remember where you are."
Honest, Rabbit was scared. Irial had known Rabbit, for years upon years, and had been held by strong cords. He also had been king of the Dark Court far longer than Niall, which had given him years of patience. Niall though... The man could do anything he wanted. With a single gulp, Rabbit drew the needle from it's sterilyzing packet. He injected it into Niall's pulse, waiting to see how the faerie would react.
Niall peered curiously at Rabbit, as if to say, "This is all?" But as soon as Rabbit began to pull on the syringe, Niall's eyes widened in fear. He threw his head back and let out an inhumane growl, twitching and struggling in his seat. Distinctly, Rabbit hoped that the room was still some-what sound proof, not wanting to frighten Amora away. But just as Niall's back bowed and he opened his mouth unhumanly wide to scream again, Rabbit extracted the needle.
Niall was panting in his seat, and his eyes were black. His glamour was absolutely gone, and he looked fierce. Black electricity seemed to crackle around him, fearfully.
And then, something happened that surprised all three of them in the room.
Irial sat down in front of Niall, in the king's direct line of vision. He placed one hand on the man's shoulder, gentle this time instead of restricting. "For your court, Niall."
"My... Court." Niall repeated the words, as if they were alien. But suddenly, recognition lit his eyes. "The Dark Court." he whispered the word, nodding, and looking Irial dead in the eyes. "Is about to get a new addition."
He looked solemnly towards the door, which would lead to Amora.
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Amora hadn't heard the screams, and the faeries were thankful for that. She was smilling happily, bobbing in place, her hands clasped behind her back as she gazed around the , in her hand, she held two crisp hundred dollar bills, ready to pay. She really did want this tattoo, it wasn't a spur of the moment type thing. She turned, her blue eyes meeting Niall's when the trio reemerged.. She smiled slightly, before tilting her head to the side. "Your eyes are so deep." she whispered suddenly, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was obviously trying to reach into his eyes, into his mind. But she was merely human, he a strong faerie, a king. She couldn't see anything past the almost black color of his irises.
Rabbit smiled solemnly at Amora, gesturing towards a room next to the one where they had taken Niall's blood from his viens. "Amora?" Rabbit asked, as he heard the front door open then close. He was faintly surprised when Irial was suddenly in the door, and glanced at the faerie before shrugging. "Where is it you want your tattoo again?"
Amora smiled at Irial, ecstatic, before she drew a pin out of her pocket. She carefully rolled up her shirt to four inches above her abdomen, pinning it there before smiling again. "Right here." she drew an invisible line with her finger slightly above the hip bone, on an angle. Rabbit nodded, and drew out the book he thought he had destroyed so long ago. He found Niall's tattoo, flashing it to Amora, and once again the girl nodded. Rabbit took out his special pencil, pressing the page onto Amora's bare skin. He took the pencil, rubbing it on the back of the paper so that the ink rubbed off onto Amora's pale skin.
Slowly, Rabbit uncorked the bottle with Niall's blood in it, and began to set to work, drawing the outline...
Amora saw red. But it wasn't quite a bad thing. Her head fell backwards, as if in slow motion, as the needle touched her skin. For a second, her hands gripped at the arm rests on the chair at the pain, before she slowly relaxed. She suddenly could see flashes of faces, inhumane, though one reoccured: A girl, with short hair, pretty. A name came to her - Leslie - and the girl seemed to be crying. Over and over again, the girl whispered into Amora's mind, Do you know what you have done?
Slowly though, the red backdrop faded, becoming darker and darker. The girl's face faded too, and Amora slowly became aware she was becoming unconsious. "I'm just getting a tattoo Leslie..." she whispered back to the face, before suddenly her whole body went limp, and she fell unconsious.
"Rabbit! Rabbit!" Irial yelled, and as Rabbit looked up at him, he widened his eyes, pointing to Amora, distraught. "STOP!" he screamed. Instantly, the hum of the needle ended. Irial rushed forward, Rabbit moving quickly out of the way. Irial scooped up Amora in a fireman's carry, her hair spilling over his arm. He carefully didn't let her slightly tattooed skin touch itself, carrying her out into the front, where there was an old couch. He gently lowered her onto that.
She had caught his attention, when she had just barely whispered Leslie's name. And that's when he realized she was unconsious, though Rabbit himself hadn't. He suddenly didn't feel quite as iced out, as he brushed Amora's hair from her face, but then immediatly drew back and looked at her. Not Leslie, he reminded himself.
Irial sat there with her, while Rabbit brought out the safety gauze to cover the ink, and press a cold compress to her head. The only reason Irial stayed, was worry. He didn't want the mortal to die already -- and that was all, he would remained iced and isolated from everyone. And as soon as Amora's eyes opened, and peered into his with the unique tenderness of a mortal's, Irial was up and out the door.