Post by arielle on Mar 28, 2007 17:40:37 GMT -5
Arielle tossed in her sleep. Whimpering and pulling at her covers. She screamed out into the night and moved about in a violent and terrible way. Her nightmare raging on.
At first she was alone. In a dungeon of sorts she laid on a small purple cloth covering an altar. There were beautiful candles and incense burning all around her. And then he came to her. He was more beautiful in her dream than in real life. His tall and slender form moving with a rapid grace. He inhaled her, touched her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. Thousands of breathless word echoed around her. His finger tips grazing slowly over her body. He was everywhere at one. Then it was no longer the tips of his finger, but the tips of his tongue. It felt as if there were a thousand of them all over her at once and the whispers grew louder and more urgent. he called to her, pleaded with her. She managed to utter out his name...Dakhan...Then it stopped. The room grew dark, damp, and cold and smelled of blood and rotting flesh. She was pushed roughly from the altar onto a cold concrete floor. It was covered in bones and roaches. She screamed as they crawled over her feet. She tried to scramble away, but every time she moved she was bumping into another pair of legs that violently pushed her back into the filth. They were laughing at her. Random hands groped her, grabbing at her body. The soft satin sheet was yanked away and she cowered, pulling her knees to her chest, trying to hide her body from the violators. A woman grabbed her up by her hair and pulled her forward. More groping. More shame. Tears flowed from her cheeks. She desperately wanted to go home, to her mother. She called out her mothers name. More laughter. She could hear another man screaming for them to stop. Begging them to leave her alone. She could not see him. Suddenly they stopped and fell back from around her. Two people approached wearing dark hooded cloaks. her eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her now bleeding mouth. Lille and Dakhan leered at her. In the dim light it was hard to recognize them. It was them, she knew, but it was not the beautiful face of the Lille she had given a ride to earlier and this was not the face of the charming man she had felt such an attraction too. Their faces were twisted and contorted, rotting flesh falling of of their bones and small maggots were crawling through their open pores. He spoke. It was not his beautiful and soft voice, it was deep and bellowing, as if Satan himself were speaking to her. He told her that chivalry was dead and grabbed her roughly, biting into her flesh. They all joined, tearing at her flesh. Devouring her. Lille held her up, she could not stand on her own. She whispered were you happy i came to see you and then released allowing her to fall to the floor. On the way down, right before she died she seen someone diving for her. His face was sad and tears streamed down as he reached for her. He mumbled something that sounded like "I love you" but she fell dead on the floor before she knew for sure....
Arielle fell out of her bed with a loud THUMP! She scrambled around, still screaming, still crying trying to fight away her attackers. She realized she was dreaming. Her hand clasped all over her body just to be sure. She was all there. It had only been a nightmare. No vampires, no dungeon, no sick death smell. Just her, her poor cowering Osiris, her beautiful bedroom and the smell of rose and honey. She crawled across the floor to her poor dog. She soothed him and assured him she was okay. he licked her face and stretched out on his pillow, then returned to his sleep. Arielle slowly rose from her plush carpeted floor and walked over to her full view round mirror. She looked over her image in the mirror-just to double check that there were no wounds. She sighed and pulled her yellow silky robe over her small silk nightie. She checked in the mirror one last time, then walked into the kitchen and pulled open the small door leading to her cellar. She switched on the light.
She walked slowly down the narrow steps so as not to fall. She looked around. The large space that was once a cellar had been turned into her computer room, a medium sized guest room, and bathroom. The guest bathroom was painted a beautiful marmalade with yellow and dodger blue towels and washcloths. Her toilet, sink and antique leg tun were all painted a soft yellow. She had even put in matching bath effects. soaps, loofah scrubber, body washes and shampoos. The bedroom was a soft Beige color with chocolate brown trim. The queen size bed had tan sheets and a chocolate comforter. With Pillows in various beiges, tans and browns. The two dresses where a cherry oak and there was plenty of closet space. A T.V. sat atop one of the dressers, equipped with a D.V.D player and a small DVD rack of movies. Her computer room was painted a soft pink and trimmed with lavender. She loved soft colors. She had a round coffee table, two couches, her over-sized chair and a large t.v. On the side of the room there was her computer desk. It was once a very pretty space, but ever since Amsterdam the computer room was covered in papers, articles, and books on vampires and vampire related things. She had become obsessed. Her walls were covered, her floor was covered. She had even bought any and all movies on vampires that she could find. She accidentally bought a few dirty titles and had been embarrassed when her grandfather had seen them. she looked over the cluttered space. She picked up one of the dozen or so wine glasses and sipped out of it...
Blahhhh...hott!
She put it down. and picked up an old and tattered volume. she looked over the pages. It was in a language she couldn't understand. But she liked looking at the sad pictures. She quickly got bored and decided that after her dream she wanted to avoid looking at vampires things for a while. She headed up the stairs. After arriving home from dropping Lillie and Dakhan off she had come in and called her grandfather. She told him everything. After much pushing and hesitation on his part she finally got him to talk. She couldn't believe what she heard coming out of his mouth. He answered every question she had about vampires, how they came to be, fledglings, being sired, covens, evil verses good, and even the neutral. He told them of their powers and their abilities to the best of his knowledge. He even told her that the two people she had picked up could have very well been vampires. That would explain her in and out attraction. She had fell into a deep sleep after getting off of the phone and did not wake until her dream.
She walked back up the stairs. It was night already. She walked to a window and glanced out of it. She could have been mistaken, but she could have sworn she seen someone moving around her yard.
At first she was alone. In a dungeon of sorts she laid on a small purple cloth covering an altar. There were beautiful candles and incense burning all around her. And then he came to her. He was more beautiful in her dream than in real life. His tall and slender form moving with a rapid grace. He inhaled her, touched her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. Thousands of breathless word echoed around her. His finger tips grazing slowly over her body. He was everywhere at one. Then it was no longer the tips of his finger, but the tips of his tongue. It felt as if there were a thousand of them all over her at once and the whispers grew louder and more urgent. he called to her, pleaded with her. She managed to utter out his name...Dakhan...Then it stopped. The room grew dark, damp, and cold and smelled of blood and rotting flesh. She was pushed roughly from the altar onto a cold concrete floor. It was covered in bones and roaches. She screamed as they crawled over her feet. She tried to scramble away, but every time she moved she was bumping into another pair of legs that violently pushed her back into the filth. They were laughing at her. Random hands groped her, grabbing at her body. The soft satin sheet was yanked away and she cowered, pulling her knees to her chest, trying to hide her body from the violators. A woman grabbed her up by her hair and pulled her forward. More groping. More shame. Tears flowed from her cheeks. She desperately wanted to go home, to her mother. She called out her mothers name. More laughter. She could hear another man screaming for them to stop. Begging them to leave her alone. She could not see him. Suddenly they stopped and fell back from around her. Two people approached wearing dark hooded cloaks. her eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her now bleeding mouth. Lille and Dakhan leered at her. In the dim light it was hard to recognize them. It was them, she knew, but it was not the beautiful face of the Lille she had given a ride to earlier and this was not the face of the charming man she had felt such an attraction too. Their faces were twisted and contorted, rotting flesh falling of of their bones and small maggots were crawling through their open pores. He spoke. It was not his beautiful and soft voice, it was deep and bellowing, as if Satan himself were speaking to her. He told her that chivalry was dead and grabbed her roughly, biting into her flesh. They all joined, tearing at her flesh. Devouring her. Lille held her up, she could not stand on her own. She whispered were you happy i came to see you and then released allowing her to fall to the floor. On the way down, right before she died she seen someone diving for her. His face was sad and tears streamed down as he reached for her. He mumbled something that sounded like "I love you" but she fell dead on the floor before she knew for sure....
Arielle fell out of her bed with a loud THUMP! She scrambled around, still screaming, still crying trying to fight away her attackers. She realized she was dreaming. Her hand clasped all over her body just to be sure. She was all there. It had only been a nightmare. No vampires, no dungeon, no sick death smell. Just her, her poor cowering Osiris, her beautiful bedroom and the smell of rose and honey. She crawled across the floor to her poor dog. She soothed him and assured him she was okay. he licked her face and stretched out on his pillow, then returned to his sleep. Arielle slowly rose from her plush carpeted floor and walked over to her full view round mirror. She looked over her image in the mirror-just to double check that there were no wounds. She sighed and pulled her yellow silky robe over her small silk nightie. She checked in the mirror one last time, then walked into the kitchen and pulled open the small door leading to her cellar. She switched on the light.
She walked slowly down the narrow steps so as not to fall. She looked around. The large space that was once a cellar had been turned into her computer room, a medium sized guest room, and bathroom. The guest bathroom was painted a beautiful marmalade with yellow and dodger blue towels and washcloths. Her toilet, sink and antique leg tun were all painted a soft yellow. She had even put in matching bath effects. soaps, loofah scrubber, body washes and shampoos. The bedroom was a soft Beige color with chocolate brown trim. The queen size bed had tan sheets and a chocolate comforter. With Pillows in various beiges, tans and browns. The two dresses where a cherry oak and there was plenty of closet space. A T.V. sat atop one of the dressers, equipped with a D.V.D player and a small DVD rack of movies. Her computer room was painted a soft pink and trimmed with lavender. She loved soft colors. She had a round coffee table, two couches, her over-sized chair and a large t.v. On the side of the room there was her computer desk. It was once a very pretty space, but ever since Amsterdam the computer room was covered in papers, articles, and books on vampires and vampire related things. She had become obsessed. Her walls were covered, her floor was covered. She had even bought any and all movies on vampires that she could find. She accidentally bought a few dirty titles and had been embarrassed when her grandfather had seen them. she looked over the cluttered space. She picked up one of the dozen or so wine glasses and sipped out of it...
Blahhhh...hott!
She put it down. and picked up an old and tattered volume. she looked over the pages. It was in a language she couldn't understand. But she liked looking at the sad pictures. She quickly got bored and decided that after her dream she wanted to avoid looking at vampires things for a while. She headed up the stairs. After arriving home from dropping Lillie and Dakhan off she had come in and called her grandfather. She told him everything. After much pushing and hesitation on his part she finally got him to talk. She couldn't believe what she heard coming out of his mouth. He answered every question she had about vampires, how they came to be, fledglings, being sired, covens, evil verses good, and even the neutral. He told them of their powers and their abilities to the best of his knowledge. He even told her that the two people she had picked up could have very well been vampires. That would explain her in and out attraction. She had fell into a deep sleep after getting off of the phone and did not wake until her dream.
She walked back up the stairs. It was night already. She walked to a window and glanced out of it. She could have been mistaken, but she could have sworn she seen someone moving around her yard.