Chapter 14
I Dream of Thee
AN: Alright, first of all, I want to apologize for how late this chapter was posted. I know I promised you last night, but, hey, writers struggle too you know. Anyways, I want to give out a major shoutout to L8zytwner (I hope I spelled your name right, if not so sorry! Please don't kill me!) Thank you so much for your wonderful review, your review made me smile, and I must say, your stories are wonderful; I'm simply having too much fun reading them! And a shoutout to ComingAndGoingByBubble, first I gotta say, your penname makes me smile, for that is one of the best lines in the whole musical (though I agree, there are a lot more, this one, is my personal favorite) Your review made me laugh, thank you very much and thank you also for sticking with this story. JamesBirdsong, you are hilarious, thank you for the review, you're so sweet. Alright, another chapter, this one is slightly M, for the beginning. I hope you all enjoy and keep sending reviews and any questions you may have. Also, here's a question for my readers; can anyone tell the different genre's being used? I'll give you a hint, there are four. Thank you again, I love you all and the next chapter will be posted soon, maybe sooner than you think.
Elphaba was running, a spirit free from its hollowed shell, flying, dancing lithely amongst the golden leaves, flower petals swirled around her, as she darted through the darkness of the forest, with the light of the silver moon, guiding her, peeking through the vast Whispering Tree's standing tall to the midnight sea; the silent sentries to the forest.
There was no sound, but the silent symphony of the night, whistling around her. The breeze swept past her, making her long raven locks billow and crescendo around her. Petals from the exotic blossoms growing on the forest bed, danced around her, lightly kissing her emerald flesh, and tangling within her raven locks.
For the first time in her life, she was free, for there was no darkness; no pain, the weight of the world for once, was not balancing pre-carelessly on her shoulders, the sins of her past, and vanished within the gentle swirl of the midnight breeze, the gilded chains once binding her soul to the wretched whirlpools of Hell shattered, allowing a listless blanket of silk to wrap around her naked body, shielding her, protecting her, cloaking her, from the shadows of the night, threatening to consume her broken soul.
Closing her eyes, Elphaba slowly lifted her arms up, allowing the dancing breeze to twirl around her slender limbs, enrapturing her in a loving, tender embrace. A small smile, tugged at the edges of her lips, as the feeling of warmth, closed in around her, splitting the darkness, and casting out the ice once shredding her soul.
A symphony of moans dance along the edge of sleep and wakefulness, groaning, Mystle's eyes slowly flicker open, beholding the darkness surrounding her; save for a small flame dancing on the tip of an ebony wick.
For a few silent moments, Mystle merely stares at the flame, transfixed by the flicker of yellow dancing, mingling with orange and blue, with small traces of red flickering between the two colors warring for dominance. The flame on the wick belonged to the lone ebony candle sitting on a stand made of pure emeralds, with splints of ebony.
The moans returned and this time, Mystle's eyes immediately flitter over to the slender figure, half tangled within the ebony sheets of satin. Her Mistress; Elphaba, laid on her right side, her back facing her, as one leg curled elegantly over the other, her toes half curled against the mattress. One slender arm stretches along her side, somehow accentuating her lushes curves, whilst the other, drapes lazily against her stomach. A cascading waterfall of ebony silk spills over her broad emerald shoulders, spilling onto the mattress in a majestic sea of midnight.
Her breathe, hitched within her throat, as Mystle beheld the sight of her Mistress, a Goddess to the Darkness, a Fallen Angel. Her mouth hungered to once again capture emerald lips, and her hands yearned to tangle within the sea of emerald, relishing in the feel of her Mistress's skin, soft and smooth, like silk.
Mystle's eyes slowly flutter close, as her mind is once again swept up, and sent adrift across the misty sea of dreams. A small shiver runs down her spine, at the memory of Elphaba's lips, pressed hungrily against her own, her slender fingers, and the soft pads of her fingers stroking her own skin, before tangling within her raven locks.
Slowly, Elphaba's emerald lips breathlessly move away from her lips. Her long slippery tongue slowly glides down her slender jaw line, to nip at her throat. A small throaty moan slips past Mystle's lips, as Elphaba's teeth teasingly nips at the nape of her neck, down her collar bone to the top humps of her breasts.
A low growl slips past Elphaba's lips, before an emerald hand reaches up and curls around the material of her dress. With a forceful tug, the piece of her dress rips away, revealing creamy white skin beneath, a perfectly shaped breast, hard from the cool of the underground.
"Beautiful" whispers Elphaba, lust twisted within her heated voice
Blushing, Mystle unconsciously brings her arms up to cover her now exposed breasts.
"Why hide from me? Are you ashamed?" asks Elphaba, lovingly, her emerald fingers gently stroked Mystle's cheek.
Mystle was, about to protest, lost the words that teetered along the edge of her lips, for once her eyes flickered up to stare into Elphaba's, all doubt, all worry of protests, simply slipped away. Lost in the sea of ebony and chocolate silk, Mystle simply leaned forward, and captured Elphaba's lips with her own, her slender fingers rose up and tangled in her hair, as the other softly started to pull the dress off her Mistress's shoulders, revealing lackluster emerald still marred heavily in bruises and cuts.
Elphaba winced only once, as the fabric of her gown slipped past her shoulders, to crumple in a sea of lace and leather before her feet.
For a moment, Mystle stood there, her eyes drinking in Elphaba's slender body. The elegant curvature in the shape of perfect hourglass figure, the smooth cut of her hips, her long slender legs, she was beautiful, an exotic creature who journeyed from another realm unseen by the blind and fool-hearted Ozian's.
Lost, Mystle barely registered the feel of Elphaba's arms, entwining around her own body, as her nimble fingers gracefully undid the clasps to her dress, allowing the foul garment to fall from her shoulders, and crumple before her feet, leaving her naked. And, like Mystle, Elphaba all but stared in complete awe, at Mystle's elegantly sculpted body.
Licking her lips, Elphaba stepped close to Mystle, her fingers splayed, wrap tenderly around her oleander neck, the other, around her slim waist. With a growl, Elphaba pulls Mystle against her own body, as her lips press fervently against lavender.
For a moment, the two stood, kissing each other, their hands blindly caress each other's flesh, leaving small trails of gooseflesh behind. Soon the kisses turned form fervid, more desperate, and lustful.
Growling, Elphaba's mouth opened, her tongue slipped out and gently licked at the young woman's lips, beckoning for entry. A low moan slipped through Mystle's throat as she opened her mouth.
Guiding her, Elphaba gently pushed Mystle towards the bed, and once the backs of her legs hit the posts, Elphaba, all but pushed the young woman down onto the bed.
Mystle looked up briefly, staring wordlessly as eyes filled with hunger, with lust, bore deep into her own. A low growl slipped past tense lips, as Elphaba slowly kneeled to the ground, her eyes never leaving Mystle's.
"My sweet…your shivering" whispers Elphaba, as her emerald fingers reach out, and trace a gentle pattern on her abdomen, a finger length below where her wet center aches for entry.
"My…my Mistress" replies Mystle breathlessly.
Slowly, Elphaba lowers her face down to Mystle's chest, and, with a soft chuckle, takes the woman's erect nipple into her mouth, eliciting both a cry and a whimper from the young woman's throat.
A ghost of a smile tugs at the corners of Elphaba's mouth as she feels Mystle's body slowly start to tremble. Her right hand reaches up, and starts to caress her other breast, while the other slowly pads its way down her abdomen, towards her swollen center.
A whimper, slips past Mystle's lips, as her Mistress's fingers dance along the edge of her center.
"You want me inside of you?" whispers Elphaba, her tongue lithely twists Mystle's nipple within her mouth.
Her breath is stolen away as another wave of pleasure crashes throughout her body. Shivering, Mystle simply gives her Mistress a small, weak nod.
"Say it" demands Elphaba.
Slowly, Mystle raises her head up off the mattress, her emerald eyes shimmering in want, stare pleadingly back into ebony mixed with chocolate. And for the first time, she realized Elphaba's fingers were lithely walking along the rim of her abdomen, and her womanhood.
"Ppp…please" whispers Mystle, her voice was hoarse.
"Please…what?" asks Elphaba, her finger lightly presses against her womanly pearl.
"Take me! Make me yours! Oh Oz take me take me now!" moans Mystle.
"You'll be mine, bound forever in darkness?" asks Elphaba, her finger pressing a gentle circle against her wet pearl.
"Oh Oz yes…I'll follow you to hell and back just please! Take me!" screams Mystle.
Smiling a wicked smile, Elphaba takes two fingers, and, with a glint in her eyes, plunges them deep inside of Mystle, making the young woman writhe beneath her, and scream her name.
"More!" moans Mystle
"Swear your soul to me" whispers Elphaba, as she starts to move inside of her.
"I…I swear!" pants Mystle.
"What?" asks Elphaba, stilling her ministrations.
Mystle's mind was a whirlwind of chaos. This buildup of pleasure was almost painful, and she needed a release. Her body started to shiver and quake, screaming silently for the floodgates to be broken open.
"Swear what?" asks Elphaba again. This time, Elphaba leans in close to Mystle's glistening center. Breathing in her scent, Elphaba's eyes flutter close, before opening her mouth, and taking her tongue, licks at the glistening pearl pulsing with need.
"Ahh…I swear my eternal soul to you! Just please….take me!" screams Mystle.
That was all Elphaba needed. Pulling away, Elphaba pulls her fingers out, and, hearing a whimper of protests, plunged four emerald fingers deep into Mystle, making the girl writhe and thrash beneath her.
Moving inside her, Elphaba closes her eyes, as her lips once more moves to a silent lullaby, her words lost to the winds as a strange, gossamer mist of lavender and green appears around the two witches.
Sparks flash in the semi-darkness, before the gossamer mist slowly rains over the two, disappearing back into the darkness. And it was, as the mist vanished, that a great cry of pleasure, ripped free from Mystle's throat.
That was hours ago, now Mystle laid on her bed, her arm resting against the mattress, supporting her weight, whilst the other rested against her taught stomach. Her beautiful raven hair spilled over her shoulders, half shielding her face from the shadows dancing along the edge of the walls. Her emerald eyes remain transfixed on the sleeping figure of the green sorceress, thrashing and writhing in the bed a few feet away, low moans slipped past her emerald lips, making Mystle's heart skip a beat.
"Yero" whispers Elphaba, her voice but a ghost of a whisper, yet Mystle still, was able to pick up on the name.
Fluttering waves of jealously; faint, like butterfly wings, skip across her heart. Anger flashed before her eyes, and all she saw was blood, his blood, splattered on the walls, dripping from the ceiling and forming a puddle on the ground. His twisted, mangled body lying in the center, a dagger plunged deep within his deceiving heart.
She knew, deep down hidden, locked away and protected deep within her Mistress's heart, that a small orb of love, resided, growing stronger with each pulsing beat of her heart for the Winkie Prince; the dirty, savage of the Arjiki tribe.
Another low hiss slips past Mystle's lips, before she rises from the bed, dresses and leaves the room, leaving her Mistress to her dreams.
Angry footsteps pound the stone marble steps leading once more to the Great Throne of the Gnome King, and sure enough, the great King himself, sat erect on the great throne, a few servants surrounding him, caressing his skin, and feeding him.
"Ahh Mistress Mystle…or should we call you Langwidere…witch…of the Southern borders of Oz" replies the King in a mirthless tone.
"Where's the tunnel" demands Langwidere, not in the mood to mince words with the Gnome King, the beast, who had savagely taken her Mistress mere hours ago.
"Tunnel…what tunnels do you speak of my dear?" asks the King, eliciting small giggles from his mindless servants made of both rock and human flesh.
"Don't play coy with me Gnome King…I'm well aware of the secret tunnels you and your Gnomes had made leading to different parts of Oz. You built them during your time of banishment from the City of Emeralds…when Ozma first laid siege to your people" quips Langwidere, not even giving the Gnome King time to retort her statement.
"How" stammers the King.
"Like I said…not all us creatures are unaware of your activities" smirks Langwidere.
"And why may I ask…do you wish to access our tunnels?" asks the Gnome King, his voice low, and sinister.
"To take back the heart that rightfully belongs to me" replies Langwidere, her voice was acidic.
"Oh…has someone else stolen the heart you most desire?" asks the King, a small smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.
Langwidere doesn't answer, but merely growls in response, satisfying the King. With a smile, Gnome King merely waves a hand towards the center of the throne room. In an instant, a piece of marble cracks, before disintegrating away, revealing the entrance to the network of caves the Gnomes had been digging for centuries.
"Once you enter…go to the left…it will lead you to your destination" replies the King.
Smiling, Langwidere gives the King a curt bow, before jumping down and disappearing beneath the floor to the tunnels below the Throne room.
With a wave of his hand, the block slowly starts to re-shape, taking the shattered pieces of marble and piecing it back together until it is once again whole, hiding the entrance from prying eyes.
"Your majesty…why would you show an outsider our tunnels?" asks one of the girls. Her body was a grotesque mix of flesh and stone, smashed into one. Pieces of flesh from her abdomen stretch across the black hollow emptiness of her stomach, before melting into the rocks that made up the rest of her sides and legs. One side of her face was flesh, stretched over cracked pieces of rock and stone. A sapphire eye, stared confused back at the King, while the other was an empty hole.
"Sometimes…things need but a spark, a push, in order for Chaos to ignite" replies the King, cryptically.
"I" starts the maiden.
"Don't worry…now come…to my chambers…I hunger for flesh and stone" smiles the King, as he roughly starts to tug at the small scraps of clothing, covering the half of flesh on her right side.
"Very well…your majesty" bows the maiden.
Elphaba stands before a raging bonfire, its flames reaching high into the sky, licking at the ebony swirl. The stars above, dim beneath the roaring flames, as the violent cracking of splitting wood, fills the witch's ears.
Sensing someone behind her, Elphaba whips around, her eyes widen as they stare at the figure of a man, standing but a few feet away.
"Who are you…show yourself!" growls Elphaba, pointing her umbrella at the figure in a threatening manner.
"Fae…Fae its me" replies the man.
Stiffening, Elphaba watches as the darkness melts away, as the figure steps towards her. Her heart skips a beat as the same gentle sapphire eyes stare back at her, sparkling within the flickering flames.
"F…Fiyero" whispers Elphaba.
A wave of emotions crashes over Elphaba's body, making her tremble as the man steps closer. Shaking away those feelings, Elphaba lets a low growl slip past her lips, before stilling her emotions. Once more she points the umbrella back at the man who had been haunting her dreams for the past month. This time, the point of the umbrella presses hard against his chest, threatening to break the skin.
"Why am I hear…what have you done!" roars Elphaba.
"Fae…its me…Fiyero…I love you" whispers Fiyero.
Elphaba stands frozen as Fiyero's hand lovingly cups her emerald cheek. The feel of his skin against hers washes away the doubt, the fear from her mind. Absently, she nuzzles her face against his palm, and, closing her eyes, breathes in his wonderous, yet intoxicating scent.
"I know you from somewhere…but…where" whispers Elphaba, slowly her eyes flicker open, and stare absently at the flames as dancing images tug at her mind.
Lost beneath the veil, Elphaba never feels Fiyero stepping up next to her, his arms wrap protectively around her slender body, pressing her against his chest. One hand reaches up and tangles gently within the sea of raven silk, the other, remains clutched almost desperately around her back. His head, rests on the top of her head, and closing his eyes, allows his body to relax against the feel of his one true love finally wrapped within his arms.
"Remember me…please" whispers Fiyero, his voice almost desperate, cracking the emerald witches heart.
Trembling, Elphaba slowly pulls back, the darkness once flooding her eyes vanish, allowing the soft, chocolate to once again return. And for a moment, Fiyero's breath caught in his throat, as he stared in wonder at the sparkles of gold dust, sprinkled deep within her majestic orbs.
"Remember me" replies Fiyero again.
"I…I can't" replies Elphaba trembling.
"Can't or wont?" asks Fiyero.
"I" starts Elphaba, before an agonizing pain seizes her body.
Unable to stand, Elphaba collapses to the forest ground, writhing and thrashing in pain. Her body felt like it was on fire. It was agonizing, making her vision haze, before threatening to plunge into the awaiting darkness.
"Fae!" screams Fiyero.
"Yero…help me…please!" cries Elphaba.
"I can't" whispers Fiyero, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Yero please!" screams Elphaba.
"You have the power…fight this…I know you can" replies Fiyero, his voice, and surprisingly calm.
"I can't…I'm not strong enough…please Yero…help me!" cries Elphaba. Timidly, Elphaba reaches a trembling hand out towards Fiyero, her eyes, shimmer with pain, as she stare back pleadingly at Fiyero.
Her heart, twists violently within her chest, as Fiyero, her lover, her one true love merely stands there, staring at her. His arms resting placid at his sides, and all emotion, all love, vanishing within his eyes, leaving them dark, and hollow.
"Yero!" cries Elphaba.
"I can't help you…you must do this alone!"
"Yero please…I can't!" cries Elphaba in sheer agony.
"Save yourself before it's too late!" roars Fiyero, before turning and running away, leaving Elphaba alone, seizing violently on the forest floor.
"Y…Yero!" cries Elphaba. Her eyes fill with tears of betrayal and pain, as the last remnants of Fiyero, disappear, and vanish beneath the sweltering darkness surrounding her.
"No, Yero please come back!" cries Elphaba.
To save yourself…you must sacrifice what you prize most…only then will Darkness fall, and Light shall reign once more
"Yero" whispers Elphaba, her voice hoarse, and weak.
A Sacrifice of One, in Order to Save Another echoes the voice.
Overcome with emotion of pain, and betrayal, Elphaba lowers her head to the ground, and clenching her eyes, fights to keep the remnants of her broken heart from shattering further. Unable to quell the rage, building within her, Elphaba raises her head up towards the infinitesimal stars, and screams.
"Yero!" screams Elphaba.
"Fae…help me!"
Her body stiffens, before eyes open wide in both horror and fear. Darkness flickering with chocolate stares almost absently at the ceiling to the great stone structure. Gasping, Elphaba lurches up, her emerald hand clenches at her racing heart.
"Langwidere" whispers Elphaba.
Snapping her head to the left, Elphaba's eye widen in both horror and rage, for the bed once hosting the body of her Servant, sits empty, the sheets half spilling onto the floor.
A low growl slips past Elphaba's lips, as a ripple skips across the water's edge of her mind. She knew, exactly where Langwidere was going, and most importantly, she knew what she was about to do.
Throwing the blankets off of her, Elphaba quickly dressed. Pulling her hair back, Elphaba all but stormed through the long stone corridor carved deep into the limestone caverns belonging to the great Gnome King's underground kingdom.
Entering into the Throne room, Elphaba's eyes scan the room, angrily looking for the one man who had answers to her quandaries. Not seeing him, she lets another low growl slip past her lips, before the soft, painful moans of a woman, drift softly through the air.
Smirking, Elphaba turns her head slightly to the right, her eyes once again gazing at the great dark oak door leading to the Gnome King's private chambers; a room, she was all too familiar with.
About to step towards the door, a rock like hand reaches out, and grasps hard onto her wrist, stopping her movements. Her eyes, remain fixed on the door, her body rigid, as her breathes come out heavy.
"Don't…stop…me" growls Elphaba angrily.
"Wait your turn wench, like all the others" snarls the man.
Angry, Elphaba whips her head back and glares maniacally back at the Gnome who dared to stop her. He was Gnome of small proportions, a worker of no real importance, a vessel, the Gnome King could easily replace. For he was of muscle, not brains, and held little, if nothing at all, of magickal ability.
Smirking, Elphaba merely turns back to glare at the door. Clenching her jaw, Elphaba simply mutters a word beneath her breathes.
"Obliterate"
Before the Gnome can say another word, the Gnomes body begins to quake, and in a flash, the Gnome explodes, sending rock and blood to splatter the walls, and the floor.
Smiling, Elphaba once again makes her way towards the great doors, and, pointing an elegant emerald finger at the infuriating object standing between her and her prize. With a flick of her finger, the door cracks, before disintegrating into nothing but dust, the metal hinges clank to the ground.
A chorus of shrieks follows, as Elphaba stands before the now destroyed entrance. Peering in through the cloud of dust, her eyes behold the sight of the King, sitting on the great ornate bed, a female half made of rock and flesh straddles him, her flesh and stone arms wrapped tight around his neck.
"What in Oz!" exclaims the girl.
Storming up to her, Elphaba reaches out and tangles her emerald fingers in her moss dusty hair. Growling, Elphaba yanks the woman off the King, throwing her to the ground, and slamming into the far wall.
"Play time is over, now it's time for business" growls Elphaba, her dark, ebony eyes glare back at the naked, imposing figure of the Gnome King.
Angry that her "fun" time was interrupted, the woman rises back to her feet, and storms up to the witch.
"You can't do that to-" retorts the woman, but her words are quickly cut off as an emerald hand reaches back, and grabs a hold of her neck,, chocking the air from the woman's lungs.
"I said" growls Elphaba, before half turning to glare back at the woman. "Play time is over…now leave!"
The King watches, as the woman is flung like a porcelain doll across the room, and wincing, once the sound of her body cracks into the wall, half shattering the rocks that made up a portion of her body.
Weakly, the woman rises to her feet, and, giving the King a short, sideways glance, limps out of the room, leaving him alone once more with the emerald witch of darkness.
"Now…that wasn't very nice…you could have at least allowed us to finish" laughs the Gnome King.
"You'll live" retorts Elphaba dryly.
"Perhaps…but I wasn't quite satisfied…though" laughs the King, before reaching out towards Elphaba's body, intent on picking her up, and finishing where he and his servant, had left off.
"I'm in no mood for your games…where has Langwidere gone" growls Elphaba, as she slaps the Gnome King's hands away.
"Ah, now you're no fun" pouts the King.
"Tell me where Langwidere went, and maybe I'll let you relieve yourself" replies Elphaba, a mischievous glint, sparkling within her eyes.
"Tease…you know…no woman nor rock Gnome can satisfy me the way you did" smirks the King, as he reaches for her again.
Batting him away, Elphaba growls, before shoving the ebony point of her umbrella in the Gnome King's face.
"Enough…where did you send Langwidere…tell me!" roars Elphaba.
"She wanted the tunnel that led to the City of Emeralds" stammers the King, frightened for the first time in his life. He could sense her power, and it was much stronger than any other magick he had ever felt before.
"Why!" roars Elphaba, as she shoves the umbrella's point closer to his eyes, threatening to poke out the rock like sockets.
"I don't know why…she just said she needed to take back what was stolen from her" stammers the King.
Realization dawned on Elphaba's face. Langwidere, blinded by her jealousy, was heading to the Palace of Emeralds, to assassinate the one who truly held her heart within the palm of their hands.
Shivering, Elphaba spins the umbrella between her slender emerald fingers, before placing it gently on her shoulder. Giving the King one last, evil glare, she spins on her toes, and storms out of the bedroom.
"Hey…you're not going to just leave me like this!"
Stopping, Elphaba slowly turns to eye the King, a wicked smile, crosses her lips as she watches the Gnome King tremble in rage.
"Down boy" replies Elphaba.
Instantly, an unseen force surrounds the King, forcing his body to slam onto the bed, and breaking it.
Elphaba tries with all her might not to laugh at the sight of the Gnome King, half naked, quivering on the ground, with pieces of wood, broken parts of the mattress and feathers pile on top of him.
"Good boy" whispers Elphaba, before turning back towards the main throne room.
Standing at the center, Elphaba waves her hand over the floor. Magickally, the very door the King had opened moments ago, crumbles away, revealing the intricate tunnels leading to different places in Oz.
"Langwidere" growls Elphaba.
Jumping down into the tunnel, Elphaba lifts her nose up into the air, and, finding Langwidere's scent, starts to skulk down the long, decrepit tunnels, a murderous glint, sparkling within her eyes.
Reaching the end of the tunnels, Elphaba waves her hand up at the ceiling. And, like at the entrance, the door hiding the entrance to the tunnels disintegrates away. Smiling, Elphaba magickally floats towards the entrance, and once again, her eyes behold the beauty of the emerald palace.
Standing before the Wizard's throne room, Elphaba sniffs, before snarling at the smell of the Wizard, and Morrible, who had left mere moments ago.
Spatting on the floor, Elphaba once again sniffs at the air, this time, picking up Langwidere's scent. Turning, her eyes stare at a long hallway made of emeralds, half lit by torches.
Growling, Elphaba slowly makes her way through the throne room, and down the hallway.
"She better hope the Wizard and Morrible doesn't find her…cause I'm going to kill her" snarls Elphaba.
Langwidere's scent leads Elphaba down a long corridor where great ornate doors made of emerald and gold, sparkle beneath the flickering firelight of the torches lined along the walls.
Growling, Elphaba stops before the last door on the right. Glaring at it, Elphaba merely steps up to the door, her body simply materializes through the emeralds.
On the other side, her eyes drink in the large, elegant room made of shimmering emeralds. Great silk cushions, chairs and sofas of a soft ivory color decorate the great room. Ebony tables and stands placed strategically around the room. A great golden chandelier made of cut emeralds glittered above, and Vinkun silk curtains of the same color to the furniture, half cover the walls, blocking out the rays of the silver moon.
Picking up her scent, Elphaba pulls herself away from the splendor of the room, and turning, walks on silent tiptoes down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway, a figure stands, half cast in shadow. Clutched tight within her fingers, she holds an ebony dagger, glistening in the firelight. Her emerald eyes stare wide, into the room, her body stiff, and on the verge of pouncing.
Stepping up next to the figure Elphaba growls before reaching out and grabbing hard, onto the person's wrist, and, gasping, the figure jumps back as horrified emerald stares back into almost glowing ebony.
"Mistress" squeaks Langwidere.
"Langwidere…you imbecile…what do you think you are doing here!" demands Elphaba.
"I…I" quivers Langwidere.
"Well…speak!"
Unable to find her voice, Langwidere merely points an elegant finger towards the half cracked open door. Frowning, Elphaba glares back at Langwidere, silently questioning her reasoning.
With a simple nod, Langwidere takes a step back, allowing her mistress to peer through the door. What she her gentle, chocolate eyes behold, nearly brings her to her knees. For there, twisted amongst the blankets was the Vinkun Prince, naked and gasping for air. But that wasn't what upset the green witch, what upset her, was the petite blonde currently straddling the Prince, her naked flesh of porcelain all but shimmered by the drops of perspiration, darting across her breath. Strands of her golden curls clung to her sweat glistened back, as the rest bounced in time with her thrusts against her shoulders. Her moans of pleasure echo within the room, cracking the green witch's heart.
"FFi" moans the blonde.
"Glin" moans Fiyero.
"I'm…I'm coming!" cries the blonde.
Elphaba watches, her heart breaking with each thrust, each tremble, as the two lovers cries of pleasure fill the air. Exhausted, Galinda falls on top of Fiyero's sweaty chest, her small, delicate fingers twirl a piece of Fiyero's hair, as the other rests placid against his heated chest.
"FiFi…I love you" whispers Galinda.
Tenderly, Fiyero wraps his arms around the shivering blonde, and holding her close, he kisses her forehead, before closing his eyes.
"I love you…Glinny"
Unable to take anymore, Elphaba's dark ebony eyes tear away from the two lovers holding each other beneath twisted sheets. And, closing her eyes, the green witch tries to keep the last remnants of her heart, from shattering into the empty void of darkness.
"Mistress" whispers Langwidere.
"Come Langwidere…we must away"
Confused, Langwidere watches in silence, as her mistress disappears down the long corridor, and, turning once more, she glances one last time at the two laying half naked on the bed, before turning back to stare at the place, where her Mistress had just walked, vanishing into the shadows.
How could this happen..it was but a month ago that…