Surreal
The sun descended into the horizon as it had always done for as any mortal could have ever known. As the night blackened, the majority of the mammals, ones that would live and die protected from the world's truths (circulated in their daily and evening routines), vampires came out shielded from the fireball of gas that meant death.
Cree was a mortal once, as were all of his kinds. The title of her name changed from time to time as presently she called herself Cree. Perhaps that name too would pass in time, but as her original, she shall be remembered as Cree Engel.
Silently a figure strolled down the mainly empty street. Day had long ago surrendered to the bleakness of night, and only the weak lighting that humans created to put themselves more at ease pierced the bleak obsidian darkness. The stars overhead were blotted out by playful clouds, gloomy and shielding the ground from even the crescent moon’s sultry lighting; today, Cree was like the rolling wisps of smoke high within the heavens, a place she would never reach. She was playful.
Hugging the curves of her sholders perfectly were alabaster elegant straps, pure frost unlike the pitch-blackness about her. The sea of light ivory fabric endowed her petite form reflected her mood, along with the maniacal grin that distorted her forever-youthful features. Gooseflesh rose upon her bare arms, but the chilled breeze felt bliss against her flushed cheeks, a ruddy crimson from her recent feed. It had been an alone man – an easy victim. Whether he had survived from the lack of blood or not, she did not know, nor did she really care; she had more interesting things to do than watch her prey die or perhaps rise miraculously from the dead.
Her direction was exact, the iota she sought etched into her mind like a painting, correct to the very last detail. A swingset. Amber orbs caught sight of her secret garden, and grin widened until her insane mind was worn upon the outside in her psychotic excitement. Bare feet were silent against the unpaved road as she continued her purposeful stride toward the mortuary.
Touchs of unproperly confined feet upon the terrain below as the slender creature gracefully moved. Oceanic depths peered out over the lands of the park that stretched before her, full red lips twisted again into a smile of pleasure. She could feel the wind playing through her locks of ebony tresses and closed her eyes slightly as those silky strands were tossed. A slight purr was released from her lips, how she enjoyed the touch of the nice weather, the wind through her hair, and the touch of the moon upon her flesh. Don't get her wrong, as much as she could stand the day, she likewise liked the night. Those were the hours of thrill, when one mask of a person fell away to be replaced by the night version. She blinked herself from her brief daze.
Slowly she extended her arms out at either side of her and tilted her head back in a short dream of flight. And danced. Turning slightly on her toes she spun in a circle sending her dress out around her before falling still with a slight chuckle as she seemed to share a secret joke within her thoughts before letting herself sink backwards. No wonder it often took her so long to take a small walk, she was always slipping off into a day dreaming state.
The ballerina fell into unconsciousness. Edited by: EngelCreed at: 4/20/04 1:52 pm
Every day, since the moment his former lover had collapsed into her peaceful sleep without any knowledge as to what had caused her to get into such a weak state, Liam had sat beside her bed back at the mutant school in hopes of her awakening. Lifetimes ago Liam had woken from what was supposed to be an endless sleep, woken to the face of a woman who had approached him, offering her body to him in hopes of coaxing the young drunkard into an even more vulnerable state. But when her teeth had sunk into his flesh and the dark ally had faded into the black abyss that swamped his mind, Liam had not understood what had happened to him.
The vampire that woke, the demonic creature that controlled Liam's body, his soul ripped from within him, the man had never felt so free and so alive. Darla had been waiting, her pretty face looming over him with a delighted expression as she reached out to take her new companion and lover, helping Liam struggle free of the earth that he had been forced to claw his way out of when he first woke. It had been Darla that called him 'Angelus', meaning 'He with an angelic face', of course, no matter how charming one could think he was, that demon was soon renowned for his brutality and heartless, senseless murders.
But since Darla had given Angelus that Gypsy girl, who's beauty and rank made her famous amongst her people, it had led to Liam's human soul being returned to him. The shattering thoughts of all the slaughters and blood soaked fields, both that he caused or that where from wars they stumbled upon and where simply feasting off the weak or fallen. All far too much for the former human's mind to cope with, and when he did start recovering from his laps into solitude and insanity, he had been cast into hell for a good many centuries, leaving him more powerful when he returned, but his mind even more destroyed then ever.
The reason he had been cast into one of hell's dimensions was because he had fallen in love with a Slayer, a supernaturally chosen girl who's destiny was to slay demons and keep the world from falling into demonic rule... a 'Slayer'. And at the time he and Jennifer had not realized their moment of love would rip not only their relationship apart but also nearly the entire world along with it. For when Angel had woken from his sleep, he had felt his soul being torn from his body with a force of such agony it was hard to believe he had not felt such pain the first time it had been stolen from him. Without the human soul, Angel was once again his demonic self, his cruel and twisted half that took pleasure in all the horrible things one can do. The soul didn't get rid of this beast inside him, but it helped Angel control it well enough that he could still help those in trouble and be a good guy, despite what he was.
Angelus had slaughtered ruthlessly all of Jennifer's friends aside from her sister and her best friend, a witch, they had been rescued by William, at the time a soulless vampire who was still struggling to prove his worth as a creature that could help them, even if he did happen to still get himself involved with a few wrong dealings. It had only been two years since William moved into the Renaissance Hotel that Angel owned, a cover up also for their demonic agency, helping people who have supernatural troubles. And both had been suffering from their unstable minds, but they had been recovering, and by the end of the first year both of them where as sane as two ancient creatures of the night could be while trying to guiltily cope with all the mass murders they had caused.
But now.. Jennifer had returned to him, she wasn't really his Jennifer, she was from another dimension, another reality, though she had a relationship with the Angel of her world before he became Angelus and instead of sending him to hell Angelus killed the witches and was able to help demons take over the world known as 'Lost Angels'. The world of endless night had been visited to by the X-Men on one occasion, and Jennifer had been brought back with them since she was dying and one of the girls, Catherine, had not wanted to leave her behind. It had been one of the greatest moments of his unlife, to see Jennifer alive again, and the fact they where able to become friends and she would stay with him at the hotel. But now the hotel had been over run by demonic powers and Angel couldn't get close to his home and when he had tried Jennifer had collapsed.
Earlier today she had woken, and again he had felt so glade that she was alright, but with all his relief she had crushed him just moment's later by telling him that she didn't think they should see each other for a while. She had turned her head away from him and closed her eyes, looking as if she had fallen back asleep though the vampire knew full well that she was just ignoring him, urging him in her own way to leave.
Where exactly he was going he wasn't sure, he couldn't go back to his home since the Witch King had taken up residence, and he couldn't stay at the institute. For a guy who's been around for so long one would think he'd have a good idea where to go to when he suddenly found himself without a home, sure he could rent a new place, he had plenty of money, but he didn't deal too well with change. He just wanted things to stay the same, he didn't want to spend time in another place, he didn't want to be dumped by Jennifer, he didn't want to be wandering the dark streets and he didn't want to be responsible for all the people who where depending on him to help figure out all their problems.
Being so old, it meant he had the ability to easily sense other demonic creatures, his feet seemed to be taking him in the direction of the graveyard without his mind really registering where he was heading. Maybe there was a part of him that just wanted to release all his anger out on any demonic being he could encounter, but another part of him just wanted to disappear back down his dark alleys and remain hiding there, forgetting about everything that happens when you try and mingle with people, getting close to them only to have them abandon you when you least expect it and without any reasons.
When Angel had arrived at the dreary place, it's ground riddled with tombstones, his brown eyes that so easily could look as if they belonged to the most understanding and compassionate person could just as easily look as if he wanted to rip apart anything in his path, and that's while still in his human disguise. It wasn't hard to see the other creature, she didn't appear to be a threat, but then again that was hard to tell since he hasn't ever seen her before. Looks where always deceiving in the demonic realm, but she reeked of human blood, his keen heightened vampiric senses easily picked up the scent.
Half being obscured behind one of the thick trunks of a gloomy tree, its bare branches adding to the haunting effects that one would expect in a graveyard, though it was winter and only the ever green bushes where keeping the gardens green. The female vampire had allowed her slender body to fall back, a thump heard as her form hit the ground, soon her motionless figure remained unmoving, not even her chest would rise and fall since the undead had no need for air unless they pretended to be breathing. Such an easy target now, it was hardly what he wanted, he wanted something to fight that would fight back, otherwise he might as well not bother.
Silently, his darkly dressed figure moved over towards the slumbering creature, stopping a few short meters away from her, his eyes peering down rather emotionlessly though there was a faint tint of anger that was struggling to be hidden. Unlike most of the young and dump vampires that lurk the city streets, Angel didn't wander the nights with his true vampiric face, even when he was fighting he would only show it if he was angry or if he needed the extra strength. Besides, they mostly use their faces to scare their prey, Angel's darker side had always taken far greater delight in toying with them first before terrorizing them later, just because he wasn't hunting humans any more doesn't mean he didn't enjoy the same tactics with his demonic prey.
Re: Surreal
Thickly lashed lenses swept open within a slow motion. Her forehead was glazed with sweat, breath shallow. Chest rising and falling in quick pace as her lungs cried out for oxygen. Knuckles were white, and palms seeped fresh crimson from nails. Hands had been clenched so hard, she had embedded them into flesh. Long tressles of ebon hair swept itself messily across the silken sheets of her bed. Rose lips parted, gasping for breath once more. Colour had been flushed from her once rouge cheeks, whilst beautiful jaden optics widened and engulfed the ceiling above her.
She repeated over and over in her physche that what horror she experianced was mearly a dream. Came the next cycle of thoughts telling her to beleive it wasn't real. Though how could she? The dream was repeating itself without fail, she had lossed so much sleep over it already, she was now terrified of slipping into the dream world.
She sat upon slowly, silk night-dress slipped form a single shoulder, revealing more beaded sweat upon pale skin. The room was empty, and eerie beyond measure. Darkness lurked in each corner, and only the sound of her breathing stirred within the interior.
Hand out-stretched for the bedside table, though recoiled again as a sharp prick took to her finger. The Rose thorns lie laughing at her, whilst new crimson seeped from her skin to the covers.The silken petals seemed to dance with joy as their spiteful enmity engulfed her form. Vision blurred, voice choked, soul died.
And regained concesness...
Once more eyes parted, whilst trembeling lips were unsealed and the air was in-haled. She had slipped into dreams once more. Lengthly ebon hair lie stranded across features and shoulders, whilst back lie perched against therough toombstones engravings. She was still here...still breathing, just a little less colour then before. Pale cheeks were not flushed as before, for there was no blood to rush to them in her paniced state. No; no blood of her own anymore to colour her skin. Spindly finger tips lifted and ran across her lips, sweeping over the complete length before resting at her chin. Her gaze strayed about her, about the solitary area in which she had taken to rest within. Empty as before; the silence was still polished.
Tall trees that had ensnared her moved with the breezes imperative manner; To and fro as the harsh gusts were thrust through their leaves, tearing..Ripping..Shredding at what little life lie upon those almost barren branches. It was a cold night, no doubt about it. The heavens that soared above the topography were dull, bleak and shoddy; rain was on its way. Storms tempest was on the march. It was not long before the skies parted and the heavens spilled. Icy droplets of life fell from the skies onto those poor souls below.
The frozen beads hit her skin hard, and it was not a long period of time before she was drenched from head to toe. But the fair lady was not bothered, no longer could she feel the cold. She was nothing more then a shell, a container of a tainted heart. Nothing more. Her long gown which occupied much of the trees rooting lie thickly coated in mud, its lacy material had immersed into the sodden filth that littered the trophosphere in which she had taken her rest. Her dull, glassy pools merely starred out before her, longingly looking towards the trees. More so towards the breaks in the canopy, where the cresent moons light was permitted to show and illumiate the terra firma.
Always alone.
Male vibrations had hit the chilled lithosphere with ease, the breeze was subsiding for their engagement it seemed. The ballerina's eyes met his and they smiled, though Cree took her time to drift her gaze, she allowed her blackened mind to finish its thoughts before drawing attention to him. His presence had been felt, felt within the trees and upon the floor; but that was nothing more then a presence. She knew plenty of him, it was child's play looking into empty eyes, it was nothing of the area nor of herself she knew of at the present time. For the last day and night she had been wallowing in her own self pity, her awakening had not been a pleasent one. Times were changing, but that did not make it easier to adapt to it. A vampires life was never easy, never fufilly and always so empty.
The company that had made itself presence had not alarmed her, pale yet beautiful features would not express her emotions nor her light tang of fear towards...him. A great power, a great mind and wisdom sat there...in the mud. As if moving for the first time, her gaze twisted upon her neck, whilst ebony tresses that occupied her shoulders fell to her back and grazed against the stone at her spine. From her sitting height, he was pearched tall and somewhat intimidating and she had every reason to wish to leave...but she did not.
Her old manners were present, even after hundreds of years her aristocrate ways remaind. Once he had finished his stint, she did not rise to the occasion. Instead, her pale dripping arms outstretched to the soggy grass besides her and reached for him. Her voice had been out of use for era's, mouth was dry and stomach was starved; yet she replyed to his meer presance with what she felt suited.
"...kokoro ga kogatsuite
yakeru nioi ga shita
sore wa yume no owari
subete no hajimari datta
akogareteta mono wa
utsukushiku omoete
te ga todokanai kara
kagayaki o mashita no darou
kimi ga zetsubou to iu
nanofuchi ni tatasare
soko de mita keshiki wa donna mono datta no darou..."
Her hymn echoed symmetrical heavenwards.
Ivory tainted white attire bellowed as if a flag once her voice had come to rest. Sweeping the long silky material behind her, dragging spiraling hair with it. Edited by: EngelCreed at: 4/20/04 3:26 pm
Re: Surreal
The vampress vpice rang out, the sheer oddity of the act caused the ancient creature before her to stare with uncertainty towards this mysterious mistress of the night.
Your heart began to be scorched,
and there was a smell of it
It was the end of your dream,
and the start of everything
Her words stirred up painful memories, all of which were entangled with past, present and future, it made no difference that the language was not of English, Angel was well versed in many languages, both of humans and demons. The dark chocolate eyes of the soulled demon seemed lost within his confusion as he wandered what games she was playing with his mind. Even her attire was strange, with all his self misery and dispair, Angel was often cloaked in black, though when he to was in a better mood a gray or white top was usually a sign of his emotional state.
What you adored looked beautiful to you
It became even brighter because you couldn't reach it
To know the one thing you could desire so longingly was forbiddon to you, the punishment for raching a moment of perfect happiness for him was the same moment he would yet again have his soul ripped away, leaving the empty shell behind to reeck its havoc and destruction upon the world. But to say that there was not a part of him that just wanted to give in and stop fighting, why continue a forlorne existance when he could be rid of all the guilt and pain, someone would kill him before he could do too much damage.. it would end all the suffering.
How was the scenery you saw
When you were pushed into an abyss of despair
With a look of jealousy, Angel glared at the undead creature, was she mocking him? Was all his termoil simply a form of entertainment for her? It hadn't occured to him while he let his temper boil slightly that she wouldn't know anything about him, sure being a souled vampire meant he was famous amongst his kind.. But it was more of disgusted fame, other vampires would be all too keen to get rid of him if they weren't so afraid of his strength and his Slayers, Tasha and Jennifer.
Your naked heart is wandering
Having nowhere to go
And is setting sharp thorns around
For fear of being touched
The leather jacket that snuggly fitted his body hid the tension his muscles had taken on, the rage that swelled within was beckoning him to release his anger. But there was also a sweet misery that began to creep its way inside and torment his mind even more. He had fallen in love with Jennfer years ago, and then just over 2 years ago his alter ego, Angelus, had killed her, though with Angel's trip to hell it had been over seven centuries since that day. The memories savage his mind even further, leaving his thoughts scattered, the darker shade of gray that coloured the shirt he wore beneath the jacket, a faint hue of blue seen within the colour, had caught his attention as his fingers lifted to touch the fabric.
Even after all these endless years, the lack of a beating heart still stung painfully, the lifeless fingers curled into a loose fist as his eyes lifted back towards the other immortal that would forever linger on until she was finally destroyed. When He had fallen back in love with Jennifer, after all those months of believing this was his second chance and he wouldn't mess it up, she wakes one morning and just pushes him away.
Dropping his hands back down to his side, Angel stepped forward with slight caution,she didn't act as if she knew who he was, normally demonic demon hunters where known by hall, hated for their betrayel and hunting their own kind. His eyes studying the female, the dark shadows cascading down her back, the ghostly hue of her white dress as it rippled within the breeze. There would be snow later on, there was always snow, every night, its icy sheet blanketing the ground, sapping the world of colour and hiding most signs of greenary.
"As if my own mind wasn't bad enough, I'm like a magnet for insane undead." He complaint was mumbled to himself, he hated insane creatures, and yet he understood them well enough.. There was a pity towards her as well, staking her would probably be doing her a favor, even if she didn't yet realize it. Though his grand childe, William, also known as Spike, seems to be living a wonderful life, even with his insanity. Though Angel was not one to admit to his jealousy outloud, he couldn't even go home a sulk, everything seemed to be shutting him out.
"Who are you." The male vampire's tone was accusing and bitter, he didn't like things that didn't make sense, and right now she wasn't making much sense.. though she was stirring emotions he'd rather leave to settle in the dark abyss of his hollow shell that only had the warmth of his human soul to help keep his humanity even as a creature of the night.
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