Post by Desdemona on Nov 26, 2005 14:49:18 GMT -5
[shadow=white,left,300]~December~[/shadow]Bare feet touching the snow. The icy winds agains my wounds freezing. The salty tears stinging my blood. Peasants clothing is what I wear. I look up, seeing a house, similar to my old one. Big, white... warm. Hearing laughter echoing accross the fields, I near the mansion. In the window I see a large tree, decorated with red ribbons and glass balls and all sorts of shiny things that sparkle the eyes.
A girl with blond curls runs around in a white poofy dress, giggling as her slightly older brother chases after her, trying to tickle the girl. Staring at the boy, he's tall, brown hair, and wearing fancy clothing. The parents soon walk in, and see me instatly. Damn my Wolf ears.
The boy goes to the window to see why his mother had fainted, sees me and stares. Not accusingly, like the rest... Just... stares. Slowly his hand reaches out to me, but I run, afraid. I remembered those eyes, so odd. One blue, one yellow. Halfway through the field, I see him and his father, looking.
"Mindy!!" The boy called, and was hit on the back of his head by the taller man.
"Are you crazy? Mindy died last september!" The father said, angrily. "Don't bring up that sad day ever again."
I had gotten used to hearing things, but not this. That boy recognized me somehow. I'd have to thank him later, somehow. I looked to my footprints in the snow, thinking.......
~Years later~ [shadow=white,left,300]December~[/shadow]
[glow=blue,2,300]My footprints were red, I sat against a tree in the forest, looking at my blood stained clothes and my blood tained tail. I knew they'd come for me. I'd been running ever since I was 16 and now I am 23. Ever since that boy recognized me, I've been trying to remember who he was, and why his father had been so angry with my supposed death.
No... I didn't die. I was mutated. Mindy died... I lived. Authors of horror books are using my killings in their books. The Wereman the Were wolf... all started by a Wolf Demon sent on a maniacle killing spree.
My eyes are red. They weren't always red... They were once green, bright green. They are red now, for I'm always angry. I see the look in people's faces, that accusing look, and I snap. They won't be alive for long. Now I've got all of europe after me, telling lies in their literature about how the human always obtain victory. It's never true. The only thing humans achieve is death. Always.
A click is heard, and I stand, letting the fresh blood from an old woman drop off my finger tips. Two arms fling out of the darkness, and catch me in.. in.. a hug? I look up at the dark haired man. One yellow eye, one blue. He smirks.
"Mindy... don't you remember me?" He asks my confused face. For the first time, my eyes go back to green, but I'm still angered.
"Mindy died, remember?" I told him.
"No, it's you... But you don't go by that name. Something like Of the Devil, right?" He asked me, still holding me.
"Yes. I'd run if I were you. I kill." I say, and give him my coldest glare. He's unnerved by my glare but he keeps holding me, an odd look in his eye.
"You don't remember, do you. I was your betrothed husband." He said. "We just never got married. You'd disappeared but I know it's you. I can see it in your eyes."
"My eyes hide my feelings, John. Keep away!!" I yelled, and slashed at his face with my claws. All four. He didn't get the message, and took me in his arms again. Before I could do anything, I received my first kiss. Right there, with my blood spattered face. Pulling away, his eyes were sad, and I noticed his lip was bleeding. Did I bite him? Before I could ask, he left me there, standing in the snow.I leaned against the tree, remembering memories that had now just come back to me. Me and John on the porch, in the forest. I always denied him a kiss, not till we had been wed. These thoughts passed my eyes, then I heard a click again. Thinking it was John, I turned, and I can't remember the rest. The last thing I saw was John with an odd gun, shooting red liquid filled darts at me......
My body layed there, the snow soaking my blood. When I died for the first time, my body wouldn't stop bleeding. For some reason, I stopped bleeding when someone tried digging up my grave. Of course, the area around me was a large, red, marsh. Soaked with blood. I took it to be a sign that I should controle my anger. I have been better about it since Kale allowed me to live again, in my own body...
It's peculiar... All my Decemers... have been[/glow][glow=black,4,500]red[/glow]
A girl with blond curls runs around in a white poofy dress, giggling as her slightly older brother chases after her, trying to tickle the girl. Staring at the boy, he's tall, brown hair, and wearing fancy clothing. The parents soon walk in, and see me instatly. Damn my Wolf ears.
The boy goes to the window to see why his mother had fainted, sees me and stares. Not accusingly, like the rest... Just... stares. Slowly his hand reaches out to me, but I run, afraid. I remembered those eyes, so odd. One blue, one yellow. Halfway through the field, I see him and his father, looking.
"Mindy!!" The boy called, and was hit on the back of his head by the taller man.
"Are you crazy? Mindy died last september!" The father said, angrily. "Don't bring up that sad day ever again."
I had gotten used to hearing things, but not this. That boy recognized me somehow. I'd have to thank him later, somehow. I looked to my footprints in the snow, thinking.......
~Years later~ [shadow=white,left,300]December~[/shadow]
[glow=blue,2,300]My footprints were red, I sat against a tree in the forest, looking at my blood stained clothes and my blood tained tail. I knew they'd come for me. I'd been running ever since I was 16 and now I am 23. Ever since that boy recognized me, I've been trying to remember who he was, and why his father had been so angry with my supposed death.
No... I didn't die. I was mutated. Mindy died... I lived. Authors of horror books are using my killings in their books. The Wereman the Were wolf... all started by a Wolf Demon sent on a maniacle killing spree.
My eyes are red. They weren't always red... They were once green, bright green. They are red now, for I'm always angry. I see the look in people's faces, that accusing look, and I snap. They won't be alive for long. Now I've got all of europe after me, telling lies in their literature about how the human always obtain victory. It's never true. The only thing humans achieve is death. Always.
A click is heard, and I stand, letting the fresh blood from an old woman drop off my finger tips. Two arms fling out of the darkness, and catch me in.. in.. a hug? I look up at the dark haired man. One yellow eye, one blue. He smirks.
"Mindy... don't you remember me?" He asks my confused face. For the first time, my eyes go back to green, but I'm still angered.
"Mindy died, remember?" I told him.
"No, it's you... But you don't go by that name. Something like Of the Devil, right?" He asked me, still holding me.
"Yes. I'd run if I were you. I kill." I say, and give him my coldest glare. He's unnerved by my glare but he keeps holding me, an odd look in his eye.
"You don't remember, do you. I was your betrothed husband." He said. "We just never got married. You'd disappeared but I know it's you. I can see it in your eyes."
"My eyes hide my feelings, John. Keep away!!" I yelled, and slashed at his face with my claws. All four. He didn't get the message, and took me in his arms again. Before I could do anything, I received my first kiss. Right there, with my blood spattered face. Pulling away, his eyes were sad, and I noticed his lip was bleeding. Did I bite him? Before I could ask, he left me there, standing in the snow.I leaned against the tree, remembering memories that had now just come back to me. Me and John on the porch, in the forest. I always denied him a kiss, not till we had been wed. These thoughts passed my eyes, then I heard a click again. Thinking it was John, I turned, and I can't remember the rest. The last thing I saw was John with an odd gun, shooting red liquid filled darts at me......
My body layed there, the snow soaking my blood. When I died for the first time, my body wouldn't stop bleeding. For some reason, I stopped bleeding when someone tried digging up my grave. Of course, the area around me was a large, red, marsh. Soaked with blood. I took it to be a sign that I should controle my anger. I have been better about it since Kale allowed me to live again, in my own body...
It's peculiar... All my Decemers... have been[/glow][glow=black,4,500]red[/glow]
