Thump…

Thump…

Thump…

Her eyes were downcast. Her face was shadowed by hair. The faded cream gown hung off her thin body loosely. Full lips were parted slightly, as if she were ready to convey a thousand notes of wisdom but did not know where to start. The comfortable, velvet seat beneath her was barely acknowledged. The room around her was a writhing mass of blue and black shadows a constant in the beat that had become her life.

Her thin figure was hunched, dark hands relaxed in her lap, eyes staring unseeingly at her barely perceptible reflection.

Figures swam around behind her, a whispering, sinuous assembly of shadow that constantly called out to her, tugging at her with temptations, bidding her leave the mirror, to forget everything that her station there represented and join them. Become one of them. Sink into the collection of euphoric nonexistence that was everything that they were.

But the girl was as if dead. She did not blink, did not sigh and if one was not paying proper attention, seemed not to even breathe.

Thump…

Thump…

Thump…

The room pulsated…

The shadows stilled…

Slowly, as if every shadow of movement caused her pain, she raised her head to the mirror. Her eyes were glassy with tears. She reached a trembling hand forward towards the rippling, silvery glass of the mirror, an aching, yearning gesture. Her fingers curled slowly; once then twice.

Come hither…

Her mind voice echoed through the dark chamber, calling to what lay beyond the mirror, begging it to her and into her arms.

The surface of the mirror rippled violently…Something just beyond its presence struggled to come forth…

Come hither…

Her lips parted farther as she lifted her other hand, curling her fingers again, begging it to her.

A soft sound laden with hope and desire, yearning and heart ache, slipped from between her lips, echoing softly for a few moments before melting into the shadowy crevices of the room. Again it came forth, calling to what lay just beyond the mirror.

The surface of the mirror rippled violently…Something just with in its reach came closer and closer…inching slowly…making its way forth…

Come hither…

Fingers slid out from the convulsing, metallic mess that had once been the surface of a mirror. Her hands reached out farther…begging for contact …

Hands turned to wrist which gave way to arms…

Come hither…

The hands grasped her wrists…taking a firm grip and what should have been theirs long ago.

A whisper came forth…barely audible…but just loud enough to cause her grip to tighten…echoing instead of fading away…

Lover…Come to Me…Come Back…

A tear slid down her dark cheek…and then another…

They should not be denied one another…the stars had said so…they had said so…

She gripped the arms tighter…calling again…willing the mirror to give way…

Come hither…

Shoulders appeared…a chest and neck…his face…

The creatures grew excited, twisting and swirling faster, their insidious whisper rising higher, racing faster.

It was coming…their mistress's wish was coming…

The mirror…what was left of it…had had enough…it shuddered…groaned in protest to what it was being asked to birth…still she called…

Come hither…

Eyes wide…heart racing…she called…willing for him to come through…

They should not be denied one another…

His torso…his legs…

Come hither…

The mirror had had enough…

Come hither…

One last groan of protest…

Come hither…

Her grip tightened…eyes wide…her lips parted letting flow her sweet, begging music…

Come hither…

The mirror would not support her need…

Come hither…

It shattered…letting fly shards of silver…exploding outward…

Come hither…

His grip vanished…leaving her bereft…her heart collapsed in a fury as her eyes faded. The music died on her lips…the shadows subdued themselves. Her knees buckled…dropping her thin body onto the velvet bench…her arms made one last curling motion…

come hither…

…before wavering down back into her lap, lifeless…her shoulders hunched…her hair fell into her face…the silvery shards of mirror regrouped…shaped together to form the glistening testament to magic that it had been from the beginning…her eyes lifted up to the mirror once more…

Come hither…


So, yet another Meilin production. It feels good to get writing for you guys again. No worries, FC will be updated, and I'm working on getting the wheels to W&P cranking again. Anyway, let me know what you think of this piece. Reviews are always appreciated.

Meilin.