SILENT OMEN PT 1

"It all began…" He whispered, brushing some strands of ebony hair away from his eyes. "On All Hallow's Eve almost 200 years ago."

He watched as the blonde boy, sitting directly across from him gasped.

"Then Chalice," The blonde whispered hoarsely. "That means that tomorrow is-"

"The 179th anniversary of Lurmanta?" Chalice asked. As the blonde nodded, Chalice's gaze drifted to the tattered curtains. They hung there, suspended by a white pole, which was yellowing with age, the cloth shredded by time. Soft shafts of moonlight silently explored the room…the dark room. Occasionally, they would fall across the shadowy faces of the two figures, and they would illuminate all they found, almost like the eerie searchlight of a helicopter, or the flashlight of a curious child. The blonde's gaze remained on Chalice, until a soft whimper escaped his lips. Chalice's eyes flickered back to the boy, his gaze cold.

"Do I frighten you?" He asked. Silence. "Do I frighten you?" He repeated, a little louder this time. The blonde shook his head fervently.

"No! Of course not!" He exclaimed, hiding his uncertainty with a forced laugh. He prayed that Chalice would not see through his façade, but the look in the dark haired boy's eyes told him otherwise.

"Adair," Chalice began, his gaze falling slowly to the floor. "You simply cannot go on like this. You cannot avoid the past forever."

The blonde felt tears beginning to form in his brown eyes.

"Chalice…I can go on like this."

There was another silence, as Adair looked up at Chalice. The tall boy looked as though he was frozen…his skin was deathly white and small moonbeams reflected on his crystal blue eyes. His hair was black and straight, and his long fringe was spiked into a long side parting which almost reached his shoulder. He was incredibly beautiful. His bright eyes were contrasted by dark eye makeup…sinister shades of blue and black. His lips were coated in a glossy coat of metallic blue lipstick and Adair found that he couldn't help but stare at those lips. So perfect…

Chalice was clad in a black coat, which was fitted around his waist, showing off his curves. Yes, Chalice had curved hips. No one could understand why, although Adair his own ideas why. Maybe Chalice was a vampire or a warlock or some other child of the night. Nah…those ideas were dumb… Adair's eyes drifted slowly from the bluish-black lips to the silver crucifix around the Goth's neck. It was engraved with intricate patterns…so beautiful…just like Chalice… Adair blushed and bit his lip, mentally scolding himself for such thoughts.

"Adair…" Chalice whispered. "You can stop staring at me now."

Adair blushed and nodded.

"I wasn't staring at you!" He flustered. Chalice replied only with a smile.

"So, anyway…" The Goth boy continued. "It all started on All Hallow's Eve ten years ago. That was when I met Wednesday."

Adair daringly leaned a little closer to Chalice, placing his elbows on the tabletop and balancing his weight on them.

"Wednesday?" He quoted. Chalice nodded. "Was she good-looking?" Adair asked. Chalice laughed quietly before replying.

"She was a he. Wednesday was a boy. Yes…I suppose he was good-looking. It just depends on how you view others." Chalice sighed. "I saw it happen…"

Adair leaned back a little.

"You saw what Chalice?"

"I saw him fall…"

"What? He fell? Was he hurt?"

Chalice shook his head.

"I saw him falling…I watched as his soul was corrupt… He became pretentious…obnoxious…arrogant…"

"He fell… I don't understand Chalice… So, he wasn't the victim of these weaknesses beforehand?"

The Goth shook his head.

"No. He was normal…A normal fifteen year old boy…" There was a pause as Chalice took a deep breath. It seemed as though remembering Wednesday troubled him.

"His ambitions were big, but not out of reach. They were not impossible to achieve. If only his path had never crossed with Adaliah's…"

Adair hung his head, silent as Chalice whispered the story of Lurmanta.

"Adaliah…who is he?" He asked. Chalice glanced at him curiously.

"You are keen to know?"

"Of course. I want to know what really happened at Lurmanta…"

"If you are so keen, then I shall tell you…but it is a grim story…a grave tale of loss and deceit."

"I don't care." Adair said firmly. Chalice nodded.

"Very well. You have made your decision. I shall tell you the truth… I shall tell you everything…"