Deviations in Writing

Draping over the waters edge
Her fingers trailed softly in the water
Touching delicately, she brought forth ripples
On the surface of the moon

Howl baby, the moon has risen
Blood-red, bloodletting
Never forgetting
You belong to the moon

Casting sidelong glance
Silver rays within your eyes dance
The impure caress
Of the bleeding moon

Heart's blood rushing in your veins
Whispering suspicion
Whispering deceit
Whispering lies

Never forget baby
You belong to the moon

Stripping off the satin robes
Spotlight of crimson
Lighting your every movement
Diving into the crimson pool

Entranced eyes
You speak of moonlit lies
Swimming in your own personal ocean
Beneath the winter's bleeding moon

Howl baby, the moon has risen
Blood-red, bloodletting
Never forgetting
You belong to the moon

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in the comfort of his office

Belial leaned back into the grand chair and let his eyes move over the young girl. She carried the line well, but it seemed she was reluctant to carry it on. He could feel her thoughts - that the daemonic soul-line etched within her was the taint, rather then the leech that had been placed within her prior.

time passed - slowly and with care

His words seemed soothing, and each and every discovery seemed to make her more and more surprised. Thanks to Hisi and his . . . rats, as Belial called them . . . he had been able to accumulate all the information he needed, to make this very conversation work like clockwork.

the surprising past

"You were born in Aralu," he began, noticing the curiosity of the mentioning of her homeland, "Within the village of Nikoka to a vast family. Your Mother went by the name of Ember, your Father was Natach, and sat upon the village's high council. You had just celebrated your eighth winter when the raiders came and wiped clean your village."

He watched the pain pass through her eyes, as she began to relive this for herself. "You were sold into slavery, being of rare blood. A high price was paid," here Belial could not contain the smile that came to life upon his lips, for the act of selling and buying flesh was one that always humored him. "This happened a number of times until you, along with another, fought your way out and escaped. Traveling by night, you soon snuck onto a cargo vessel and made your way to this new land of Rhydin. It was here that you settled and began to remake your life."

"How do you know this all?" she whispered, so softly he barely caught her words. Each word that came forth from his mouth brought more and more shock . . . and also filled in the blanks that had always lived in her mind, regarding her family.

"I have my ways, dear one," was all he said on this subject. "Shall I continue?" Fyre shook her head and dropped her eyes to the richly carpeted floor. Belial nodded and waved a hand toward Hisi, who stepped forward and brought an etched crystal goblet to the girl. Staying silent, he watched her drinking slowly from the goblet . . . and searching her eyes.

"You see, once you joined my soul-line, I knew everything. Whatever there is to know, I know." Tilting her head, Fyre looked at him with innocent eyes. "You wish to know what happened to your childe," he chuckled after seeing her eyes spread open wide. Fyre couldn't even nod, she merely stared at the man.

shocking news

"He lives," was all he would say at first. I'll let her stew with this, he thought to himself. The girl's lips spread open, as to form a word, yet she could not. Thoughts ran rampant throughout her mind, which he carefully observed, without making himself obvious.

"Your sister. A . . . Valindria, has your son. He is well, though still to this day he wonders." Leaning forward in his chair, his eyes bored deeply into hers, watching, learning, discovering.

Alternate history of Fyre. ^_^

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"Let . . . Me . . . GO!" Fyre screeched, ripping her arm back from the man. A growl echoed low from her throat, anger rising from the actions of this man, and from the lack of her sight. Slinking back, she felt the wall press up closely to her back. The cold surface quickly cut like a knife through her meager clothing.

"Tsk, tsk - my fair one," the deep voice rumbled toward her. Sliding further to one side, she soon encountered a wall. Scowling at herself, she knew there was no escape.

"Who are you?" she hissed. Belial took a step to one side, shifting his stance to watch her better. Gasping with surprise, Fyre could begin to see - just the faint coloring of light, and shade. Again, that man chuckled, and shook his head.

"Do you not recognize your great grand-father, Fyre? Has your time around my family not given you the chance to - Shall we say, sniff our kind out?" Her brows arched together in confusion. "Great grand-father?" she whispered, more to herself, then to him. Sensing the slight movement of another in the room, she snapped her severely blurry vision upward, to look for this source.

Before she could respond, another was kneeling at her side and holding something to her lips. "Drink this," rattled a voice - aged and seemingly never used. Reluctantly, Fyre tipped her head back and drank of the chilled bottle.

Arms enwrapped her. Holding her close - almost lovingly, like a Mother's embrace. His breath seemed to surround her body and a single word snaked into her ears, "Acerbus." It was with this word, that her vision ceased, and her body became numb.

Sconces hung upon the four walls, each carrying lit candles in their metallic embrace. The soft light wavered around the room with each whispered word, and short breeze. Her eyes fluttered a few times, still readjusting - steadying - to her vision.

"Why have you taken me from my home?" she said simply. The man smiled and again approached her. This time, she did not squirm back in fear, but merely watched him - nearly enthralled by his appearance alone.

"Come," he said as his hand reached out for her own. "I shall take you to somewhere - more comfortable - and explain it all."

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The scowl crossed over his lips.

The magic should have worn off by now, thought the High Lord to himself. Possibly he should have kept a better eye upon Hisi. But Hisi had never failed him before.

The inverted body swung above the girl.

Even the vitæ that ran over her lips didn't seem to arouse this one from her sleep. The dying youth made another pained whimper as his blood coursed from his spilt open chest and rained upon the sleeping girl.

Leaning back against a wall, his pure black eyes watched in silence. The girl began to stir, seemingly reluctant at first. Hearing a shifting in the nearby shadows, Belial raised his hand, stopping Hisi where he stood.

Her dark lips lapped at the flowing rush of life

A dark smirk moved over his lips, seeing the girl finally awaken and reach to the vitæ. He knew that even with his soul-line within her body, the leech that lived inside could not, would not, resist the taste of ones life.

Her hands rose and reached for the dangling man above her. He could see that her vision had not yet returned, but that was one of the side-effects to this particular spell of Hisi's. Glancing to the side, he watched the Guardian shift uneasily from one foot to the other.

Leaping to her feet, Fyre clutched at the dying man, her nails now lengthened into vicious claws. A brutal sound of tearing flesh echoed around the room, as Fyre sank her fangs into the neck of the man. Little remained of him, only enough for a tease for this dear vampire who had not fed in months.

The man gave up his final gasp of air and Fyre let go, listening to the sickening drop of his limp body to the floor. Chuckling at his Great-Grand Daughter's behavior, then more so at her shocked reaction to his laughter.

"Where are you? Where am I?"

Fyre called into the darkness of her vision. Her head swung from one side to the other, her body crouched close to the floor, hands outstretched before her. As he strode forward, his footsteps echoed about the room. Hisi moved with stealth, silently appearing to the right of Belial.

"Hello, dear one," said he, his hand reaching out and cupping her chin. Her reflexes were quicker then he expected, but not as fast as he. Belial calmly caught her arm, her dagger-like nails mere inches from his throat.

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The bitter darkness had come - quickly and effortlessly. What had a washed her affected her body and soul, so complete and total was this feeling that she began to wonder if this was what mortals felt after taking their last breath. The weightlessness of her body caused her to begin to feel numb - a sensation she hadn't experienced since . . . She no longer knew.

Time passed - but unknown to her. Her mind never stopped - nor the thoughts that drifted like spider webs upon a spring midday breeze. Slowly, she tried to recall the incidents prior to this utter darkness.

Home. Home is where she had sat, looking over the railing of the balcony at the cliffside beneath her. An unusual chill ran over her body, causing her to look up to the stars, searching for rain clouds. But no, nothing hung within the skies. The chill remained, even after she had wrapped Uli's cloak closer to her petite body. It felt as thought fingers trailed over her arms, her back, her sides.

Oh what had she gotten into this time, she wondered. Why couldn't she just have a simple night at home, relaxing beneath the stars? What had she done to cause this complete . . . nothingness?! A groan broke through the darkness, and her ears greeted it with open arms. Her vision sought to find something, anything, so long as it would break this endless night.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Stirring slightly, she felt her joints creek from their magick-induced sleep. Fluttering open, her eyes tired to peer through the darkness, but nothing stood out. The dripping sound grew louder, as she pulled more from the sleep. Suddenly she felt it - the damp splash as it hit her lips and spread out.

Licking them, she tasted …

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