Post by twilightkiss on Apr 20, 2008 17:05:55 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Alira walked along the cobblestone pathway watching the torrent of vibrant colors as she passed. She loved flowers. Her master had often watched her in his gardens, but that was long ago. 'It's no use to you to think like that. You can never go back,' she thought to herself.
She listened to the sounds of her footsteps and the soft and steady beat that they kept. It kept her mind from wandering to an easier time. She stopped to admire a beautiful red rose that stood out from the others. It hadn’t bloomed and was still a bud. She gently ran her slender finger across the outer fold of the bud, reveling in how soft the fragile bit of life was. The blood-red of color made the milky whiteness of her skin stand out against the ebony of night.
The memory left as quickly as it came. The blood stained her hands and liquid diamonds fell from her eyes. She had killed an innocent life on that night. Alira had no intention of doing so, but the hunger, the thirst she felt needed to be quenched. The young man had just happened to be standing down wind from her.
Alira scoffed at herself, shaking the thought out of her head. She felt the dryness in her throat and the clenching of the muscles there cause such pain. She would have to find something to feed from soon. She didn't want another innocent life to be lost.
Alira sighed and let go of the rose bud. Even after 200 years of life, she couldn't fight what she was; she couldn't fight the monster inside.
She sighed again and continued down the pathway. The stones were cold on her bare feet, but that she was accustomed to. She was after all, the undead. 'No body heat to lose to the cold,' she thought. She took in the untamed beauty of the garden. It was exactly as she remembered. The brush, the flowers, even the cherub fountain in the center circle. The cherubs face used to be vibrant and happy, but time and the weather had taken all of the happiness out of the little angels’ face, leaving black tears under its eyes.
“You and I, we’re not so different, my friend. We are both stone. But you’re rock, and I am flesh. I feel time weathering my soul away but my body will remain this was for eternity.” She sighed again. She couldn’t count the times that she tried to walk into the light of the sun, but she failed every attempt. And God knew she had the scars to prove it.
“You were my masters’ favorite piece in this garden.” She said to the cherub. But she knew that wasn’t true. She was his masterpiece. He had said it to her so many of the mornings that they shared together.
Alira dipped her fingers into the pool of stagnant rainwater that had collected in the fountain. She let the water slide over hands. It felt good to feel the water run like silk over her pallid skin.
“I miss you master,” she whispered as a single tear ran from her eye and rippled through the pool.
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She listened to the sounds of her footsteps and the soft and steady beat that they kept. It kept her mind from wandering to an easier time. She stopped to admire a beautiful red rose that stood out from the others. It hadn’t bloomed and was still a bud. She gently ran her slender finger across the outer fold of the bud, reveling in how soft the fragile bit of life was. The blood-red of color made the milky whiteness of her skin stand out against the ebony of night.
The memory left as quickly as it came. The blood stained her hands and liquid diamonds fell from her eyes. She had killed an innocent life on that night. Alira had no intention of doing so, but the hunger, the thirst she felt needed to be quenched. The young man had just happened to be standing down wind from her.
Alira scoffed at herself, shaking the thought out of her head. She felt the dryness in her throat and the clenching of the muscles there cause such pain. She would have to find something to feed from soon. She didn't want another innocent life to be lost.
Alira sighed and let go of the rose bud. Even after 200 years of life, she couldn't fight what she was; she couldn't fight the monster inside.
She sighed again and continued down the pathway. The stones were cold on her bare feet, but that she was accustomed to. She was after all, the undead. 'No body heat to lose to the cold,' she thought. She took in the untamed beauty of the garden. It was exactly as she remembered. The brush, the flowers, even the cherub fountain in the center circle. The cherubs face used to be vibrant and happy, but time and the weather had taken all of the happiness out of the little angels’ face, leaving black tears under its eyes.
“You and I, we’re not so different, my friend. We are both stone. But you’re rock, and I am flesh. I feel time weathering my soul away but my body will remain this was for eternity.” She sighed again. She couldn’t count the times that she tried to walk into the light of the sun, but she failed every attempt. And God knew she had the scars to prove it.
“You were my masters’ favorite piece in this garden.” She said to the cherub. But she knew that wasn’t true. She was his masterpiece. He had said it to her so many of the mornings that they shared together.
Alira dipped her fingers into the pool of stagnant rainwater that had collected in the fountain. She let the water slide over hands. It felt good to feel the water run like silk over her pallid skin.
“I miss you master,” she whispered as a single tear ran from her eye and rippled through the pool.
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