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Stories in the Darkness
Welcome, weary traveller, to the place that housesthe stories of my mistress, the Ice Rose. These particular stories have been placed here for your viewing because they are either contain characters that are considered to be part of the holiday of Halloween or are of a dark nature. Do not be intimidated by the darkness. There is nothing here that is not likely to be seen in you. Also, a few of the stories may seem to have no connection at first. Please continue on, fair traveller. Things are not always what they seem.
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Ice Rose, my mistress
A black night . . .
�����The moon sheds a soft light on the forest, illuminating a figure moving silent as a shadow through the trees. The moonlight reflects of her raven hair, picking up the red highlights in it. Only her face and hands are visible as the shadows seem to swallow the rest of her slender form, dressed as it is in black jeans, a black silk shirt, and black shoes. The air around her 5'8" frame almost hums and the few creatures of the forest up and about are avoiding her.
�����Ailyista shoves her hands into her pockets and continues on her way. Her body is trembling and sparks shoot out every now and then. She hears voices to her left and veers away, intending to avoid all people. She makes a face as she hears squeals of drunken laughter.
�����"Morons."
�����"Think so?" A male voice asks from behind her. Ailyista whirls her foot coming around in a crescent kick, a soft growl emanating from her throat. The kick catches him in the chest, making him flying backwards into a tree. He falls to the ground, unconcious. Ailyista growls again, her eyes flashing. She approaches him. "Wrong time to wander about on your own, mortal." She leans down and savagely sinks her teeth into his neck, pulling the blood from him, feeding the beast that rages inside. He begins to stir as she continues to feed on his life's blood. Footsteps sound to Ailyista's left, coming closer. Ailyista pulls back, a trickle of his blood running out of the corner of her mouth. "Your lucky day, mortal." She licks the wounds closed and pulls the memory of her from him. She stands, leaving him there. She melts into the shadows, passing the drunk teenagers coming up behind him.
�����Ailyista mutters softly under her breath. The air around her begins to heat up, singeing any plant life that brushes against her. She heads through the forest, her very aura keeping all others from noticing her presence. Her body begins to tremble more, her face showing the effort she's putting forth to control her magic and her temper at the same time. After a bit, she mutters a single word and vanishes. She reappears in a cave buried far away from where she had been. She leans against a wall and slides down, pulling her knees into her chest.
�����"Oh, daddy . . . " Tears begin to slip down her cheeks. She buries her face in her knees, trying to control the trembling of her body. Slowly, her control begins to slip as her sobs intensify. Fire begins to swirl about her form and red-colored bolts of energy shoot out and slam into the cave wall. Oblivious to it all, Ailyista sits curled in a ball, murmuring the word daddy under her breath every now and again . . .
Dreams
�����The sun slowly begins to rise, making the water sparkle with red-gold light. A tall, slender woman walks along the shore, the waves washing over her bare feet. She lifts her face to the sun, her fire-red hair glowing. She shoves her hands into her pockets of her jean shorts, sighing. She retreats from the water's edge and sits down, pulling her knees into her chest, her emerald green eyes upon the water.
�����Behind her, a figure begins to approach. A tall man moves gracefully, yet silently, towards the woman who is lost in thought. The sun picks up the blonde in his hair, making it glimmer. His blue eyes are fixed totally on the woman. He observes her every movement as he comes up behind her.
�����The woman closes her eyes and drops her head to her knees, her shoulders shaking in silent tears. The man stops behind her, puzzled. He comes around to her side and kneels beside her, reaching out a hand to lift her chin.
�����"What's wrong, Tier?" He asks, his eyes showing his confusion.
�����Tierney blinks several times, then reaches out a hand to touch his face.
�����"T - Talen?" He chuckles.
�����"Last time I checked." He smiles as her eyes grow wide. "Yes, it's me." Tierney blinks again then throws her arms around him, hugging tight, murmuring almost incoherently in Irish. Talen holds her close, still puzzled. He shakes his head, waiting for her to calm a bit. When her rambles fade, he pulls back to look at her. She smiles at him, a look of elation on her face. He smiles back at her.
�����"Tier? What - " He stops when she places her fingers over his mouth and shakes her head.
�����"It's no longer important . . . " She shifts, leaning against him, watching the sun rise. He blinks, then holds her close, watching her as the sun continues it's ascent into the sky. He pulls her closer and gives her a kiss, the sun bathing then in it's light . . .
�����Tierney blinks, her eyes slowly focusing in the dark room. She takes a deep breath, sitting up. She looks around the room. She tilts her head, rubbing her arms. She frowns a bit as the dream comes back to her. She shivers as she remembers how real it had been. She had felt the coolness of the water, the warmth of the sun, but especially the heat emanating from Talen's lips, the healthy glow to his skin. Tierney shivers again at the longing that runs through her at the thought. She curls back down on the bed, wishing Talen was here, but knowing he needs the time to himself. She burrows deep into the covers, pushing the dream from her mind and slipping back into dreaming . . .
�����A crescent of a moon illuminates a clearing, revealing two figures walking hand in hand. The taller of the two, a man with blonde hair and blue eyes dancing with laughter, leans down to brush a kiss across the neck of his companion, a woman with fire-red hair and emerald green eyes. She looks up at him and smiles, tilting her head in a silent question. He shakes his head, then leans down to whisper in her ear. She blinks a couple times, blushing, then nods. He chuckles, picking her up and swinging her around in a circle before whispering in her ear once more. She blushes again, the red spreading across her pale face.
�����She stands on tiptoe, whispering in his ear. He smiles softly at her. Her eyes kindle with mischeviousness and she trails a series of kisses from his ear to his neck. He shivers at her touch and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. She murmurs softly into his skin.
�����"Are you sure, Talen?" He nods, his eyes closing again as she presses an open-mouthed kiss to his neck.
�����"Yes, Tier, I'm sure." He pulls her closer still, She nips his neck lightly, then soothes the mark with her tongue. She fangs and gently sinks her teeth into his neck, feeding of his life's blood, a shudder running through her as she does. He shivers, feeling her pull his blood gently from him. She pulls back, licking the wound closed, then stands on tiptoe to give him a kiss . . . .
�����Tierney jerks awake, shivering. She curls into a tight ball, shaking at how real this dream had been. She had felt her fangs descending, tasted Talen's blood. She hugs Talen's pillow tight, trying to calm enough to return to sleep. Her mind flicks back and forth between the two dreams, wondering what they mean and especially why they felt so real. Her body begins to relax, shifting from the tight ball. Her mind, though, continues to whirl. She hears Talen come in after a while. She closes her eyes and breathes a soft sigh of relief. He climbs in beside her, pulling her close. She nestles closer to him, her mind finally letting go of the dreams, spinning her into a dreamless limbo . . .
A Trip to New Orleans
�����Elyse chuckles lightly to herself as she weaves through the people on Rue Bourbon. She smiles, tucking a small package into her coat pocket. The silversmith had done a wonderful job. She hoped Ravenn would like it. She couldn't be sure, she was still getting to know him, but she felt he would like it. She shakes her head, smirking. Her other present she knows he?ll like, but that one is saved for another day. She stops under a streetlight, watching the people go past. Her brain spins back to their activities over the past few days. They had spent most of it together, save a few hours on Saturday when she had had to attend to her family business.
�����Her lips twist wryly and she sighs, continuing back on her way. Though she had wanted to tell Ravenn about it, she couldn't. It was a family matter. Not a clan matter, a family matter. Though she had met with just one person, it would affect all the LeRenards. She shakes her head again, pushing those thoughts away. She?ll worry about the family later. Her thoughts fly back to what she and Ravenn had done . . .
�����They had arrived in New Orleans early on Friday. She had taken him to her place in the middle of the city and shown him a few of the things she had used to wear here in the summer. Her eyes sparkle as she remembers his reaction. To say he'd enjoyed them would be an understatement. She runs a hand absently through her hair and over her neck, then toys with her charm. She smiles softly, scooting past those memories with difficulty. That evening, she had shown him around her hometown, all of the little out of the way spots and all of the hot nightspots. She smiles, thinking he'd enjoyed the smaller places more. She snickers, shaking her head. Of course her rather - brief - attire might also have been a factor. Her eyes darken as she recalls the new clothes Ravenn had purchased during their trip. She closes her eyes a brief moment, a low purr emanating from her. She misses the strange looks given to her from those immediately around her as well as the way they move to give her more space. Zut, he had looked good. REALLY good. She purrs again, a fluttering feeling in her stomach. Of course, taking those clothes off had been a nice plus . . .
�����On Saturday, after she had returned from her meeting with her family, (Just WHAT had he done for those four and a half hours? He'd been at her place when she got back, but that didn't mean he'd stayed there . . . ), they had gone out for dinner. Elyse smiles, recalling their dinner at a very small, very exclusive restaurant, one that catered to those who were creatures of the night and needed a rather - different - type of food. The dinner had been delicious, but not nearly as nice as the walk down the Mardi Gras parade route. They had just walked, all the way down, then back to her place. The moon had been out and so beautiful in its crescent state. She had opened all the windows upon returning to her place and stared up at the moon. Ravenn had come up behind her and hugged her tightly, just watching with her. She had liked that so much. She had whispered an old Cajun story to him to help him sleep . . .
And now, today, she had been up early to make sure she had gotten to the silversmith on time. Elyse checks her watch and groans. She quickens her pace. So much to do before the flight back, how was she to get it all done? Hopefully Ravenn was still sleeping, otherwise the jig would be up. She hurries faster . ..
Main Entrance
Art
Places in the Darkness
Poetry
Return to that which is safe and warm . . .
Musings of the Ice Rose