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The Fragile Things (Part One)
Ebony didn't know how long she'd been here for, lying across the floorboards in the dark, like a corpse displayed upon a mortician's table. Her eyes took in nothing—not the fungus spores creeping across the ceiling or the blistered wallpaper. The atmosphere was heavy and foreboding, as if death had seeped into the very bricks and plasterboard, the flesh and bones of the building.
In a way, she supposed it had.
There was a knot of Serpents in Ebony's belly. She could feel them squirming and twisting around her innards. Her fingertips trailed across her ribcage, resting upon her stomach like a mother-to-be.
Well, not exactly.
Ebony's stomach couldn't be described as anything close to swollen. Her entire body was wasting away, shrivelling up like a discarded strip of orange peel. Because that's all I am, she thought. A skin. But theirs was a conflicted relationship; as much as the Serpents pained her, Ebony welcomed them. Wished they would devour her com
Rhapsody of the Darkness: Chapter XIV
Yuki and Teru exchanged glances then nodded to Jasmine. Though they were reluctant to deal with such dark arts they would both do anything to help Masashi, even if his presence unsettled them a little they still had many a good laugh together.
"What will we be doing?" Teru asked, stepping forward and gently taking Jasmine's free hand into his own.
Jasmine smiled upon him, not failing to notice his tired eyes and the chilliness of his hands. He needed rest, but Jasmine knew well that the White Rose wouldn't dare sleep while his family was in danger of falling apart, therefore he wouldn't ask such from him.
"We are simply going to gather up a bunch of items necessary for the completion of this ritual or spell. Kamijo shall preform it, so there is no need to worry about that." He led Teru out of Kamijo's room, making sure Yuki followed them out. "It will take the rest of the day to gather up all of the herbs, because they need to be fresh cut. Meaning I have to go out into the
Echoes in my Mind Ch. 15Echoes in my Mind
Chapter 15: Goodbye
Once again I found myself waking up in a strange place. It took a minute for me to come to my senses, but I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine as my thoughts began to catch up with me. As the events from last night replayed through my mind, I touched my neck gingerly, feeling the faint marks from where the Count's fangs had pierced my flesh…
I jumped in surprise when a knock sounded on the door before a lady mouse stepped into the room. I gulped nervously as she approached, afraid that she might be another one of Fane’s ladies. However, she smiled at me reassuringly before introducing herself.
“Hello Miss Amber,” she said in a soft delicate voice. “My name is Maria.” No doubt noticing the look of fear in my eyes, she gently took my hand in hers. “Don’t be alarmed, dear. I’m a friend.”
As she smiled again, I nearly sobbed in relief as I saw that she didn’t have fangs. It had bee
Nocte Rapit Die: Chapter II
"Enid, why the hell did you bring him here?!" The angry voice of a young woman echoed down the hallway where Enid had been trying to discretely carry the unconscious Geraint down to the dungeon.
Enid had froze when he heard this voice, cursing under his breath before he turned to face his wife. She too had had a good relationship with Geraint, and she had wept her share of tears when he'd been kidnapped, but all relationships turn hostile when one becomes a member of the undead.
He stiffened when his beloved treaded down the hall toward them, her steps swift but quiet. She too had been a vampire hunter, a very good one. But she set down her blade when their child was born. It wouldn't do to have two parents risking their lives in their daily work, and it'd be better to have one's mother around all the time. Despite her happiness with her decision she still yearned for the thrill of the hunt on occasion, are all hunters are ought to do.
"Maria " Enid began, his tone pleading, but s
Echoes in My Mind Ch. 9Echoes in My Mind
Chapter 9: The Ball
As I paused for a moment at the top of the stairway, I took a deep breath to try to steady my nerves. The ball had just begun, and I was seconds away from being introduced as Ratigan's future queen. I could hear his voice as he made a small speech, but I didn't focus on the words as the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders. This was supposed to be a fun night, but instead of excitement, all I could feel was dread. I had long since abandoned any hope of escape; I had considered trying to slip away during the ball, but it would be a difficult task with so many people around, most of which were vampires. It would be impossible to sneak past just one vampire, let alone a big room full of them.
As to Basil coming to my rescue; I sincerely doubted that that would be possible either. Even if he could have found his way to the castle, how would he infiltrate a vampire ball and get us both out safely? I knew he would stop at nothi
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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