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A/N: um ... I had nothing to do all day so I typed out from my head. You must
have read this from some where .. yes .. this was up for a while (like say a
day)
and then i got rid of it because ... eh) anways, i want a friend of mine to
review
this ... YES RUTHY. lol, I WANT YOU TO REVIEW THIS .. and even if your not RUTHY
you
can review it too.. i accept review .. NOT FLAMES! PPL dont put me down! i hate
it n
it makes be one brassed off writer! ..*winks* ooooK. R/R! pls.!
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She twisted and she turned from the pain, sadness, guilt, and other
things that induldged her to wake up in a puddle of sweat -three in the
morning.
Her eyes opened wide from the sudden convulsion of the terror she
had grown accustomed to. And yet, she always found herself in her room -in
the bed where horrific dreams found her. In the very bed in which she now
lay on. Sweat trickled down her forhead. On the brink of madness, she
sighed and pulled the blanket that covered her legs. Nonetheless, sleep was
now far away.
Still in her gray pajamas that touched the floor, and the white Nike
tank top, she rose from the bed and retrived her black leather jacket that
hung peacefully on the door knob of her wooden door. Finding her slippers
underneath her bed, she went outside.
Letting the cold early morning breeze waft against her face, she
paused to carefully look at her backyard. The ocean was miles away and
beyond the sounds of the early birds who drove down the highway not far from
her location -she tought she could hear the crashing waves of the powerful
sea. She thought for a moment until she made up her mind to go up the roof
of her house. Walking over to the left of her house, where a couple of
bricks lay stacked, forming a quaint little staircase. Once she got up, she
realized she wasn't alone.
"What are you doing here?" she called out to the lone black cladded
figure that stood hovering over the front yard "I bet my neighbors are
wondering why there is a man standing on my roof."
The man chuckled. He was no stranger. As a matter of fact the
neighbors knew about him and also knew the ties he drew with the girl that
stood by his side.
"I'm watching the grass on your yard grow" he joked liting a
cigarette "you've got to cut it sometime"
The girl scoffed "Oh c'mon, Evian. Even I have more common sense
than that"
Evian, the man with the dark brown hair and hazel yellow eyes paused
for a moment and inhaled smoke into his dead lungs. His skin was fair and no
one could have noticed he wasn't anywhere near human. Even her.
"I see you fed" she continued walking towards him "where?"
"I think it's none of your bussiness" he snapped "where I fed or who"
The girl shook her head and sighed "I didn't ask who, Evian. I asked
where"
He was silent and didn't bother to reply. Instead, he continued on
puffing cigarette smokes in the air and blowing them away. It didn't bother
him. He liked the silence and he liked ignoring the girl that stood by him.
He shifted his gaze to the girl.
Black hair that blew against her face. Rosey lips from the cold and
her inherited fair light brown skin. Evidently, this girl would have made a
great and beautiful fledgling. But, NO.
Evian shooked his. No.
He scoffed "I got a friend coming in tomorrow night" he answered
tearing his eyes away from her.
"Yea, and so" she shrugged "you've got friends coming in and out your
point being?"
"But this ones diffrent" he added again.
He should have never brought up the subject. He should have never
said anything.
The girl looked at him and Evian made no eye contact.
"What's so diffrent about this one?"
"he's an old friend of mine"
"how old"
"for crikes sake, how am I suppose to know. all of my friends are old"
She scuffed her slippers on the roof and looked away.
"I'll be leaving with him when he leaves" he continued her the girl
froze.
"Oh" she gave, trying to hide what ever feeling she was enduring at
the moment "ok"
Evian sighed dramatically "But I don't want to go"
The girl shook her head from thoughts that plagued her "then don't"
she answered with a bit of cruelty in her voice "no one's stopping you" she
paused "i mean i cant stop you"
"you've got one this right" he questioned turning to her "no one is
stopping -that is no one but .."
She didn't answer.
He continued "then again she could stay and spend the rest of her life
without me. She could be ..." he trailed of inhaling, he couldnt find words.
"Be what?"
He shook his head "forget it, I was thinking of consequences"
"Be what?" she answered again.
"I said forget it" he replied with force, it was getting annoying -she
didnt want to drop the subject.
"Be what" she demanded "like your victims who fall merciless at
your feet? like the girls who's bodies end up floating out at sea with two
punctured marks in their necks?! Do you want be to be one of those?! Are those
the consequences your thinking about?!" she asked "Because I can."
He looked at her deeply into her eyes "You know I didn't mean it that
way" he said gravely.
"Then what" she continued "because if I have no clue then it's best
if you clue me in evian"
"You can stand there" he answered "you can stand there like your the
only one in this world. Like your alone and hurt" he looked at her "come with
me...you don't -" he was getting ahead of himself. To much hopes were in him.
He stopped and again didnt finish.
"don't what?"
he sighed "forget it if don't come back for a month or two, then I'm
really not planning on returning" his retreating footsteps were heard as he
stepped on a bunch of twigs from fallen branches.
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The wind blew a bit harder and the night just got a little bit more
colder. Nevertheless, everything just got a little bit colder and living just
seemed so lonely.
Ahmarie, this girl. This girl -a child of deception. This girl with
the color of raven feathers in her hair, and eyes much similair to a feline.
This shadow of the age to sixteen. This shadow that creeps down the streets
of this lone forgotten island.
The island sat in the middle of absolute nothingness. How unusual to
find that people know about this place. The island where the tourist flock every
summer and leave every autumn. Where the streets and long alleys seemed so
perfectly clean at day and yet at night be seemed to be covered in bloodshed.
Often Ahmarie stared at these horrible stains, stared long enough until the
pictured stayed glued to the back of her head. She would shake her head many
times and still have it torture her. At times, she would know who had done
the terrible acts. Pardons were given and sometimes it wasn't enough.
But the roads of Tumon went everywhere. To towns, to the harbor, and
including the heart of the island. However, this was Clair de lune. The
island of death and horrors. Anyone with the courage to live here was brave.
Let alone a fool to withstand Clair de lune's haunted jungles, minature
forests, and of course it's houses.
Houses that grew vines that reached the sky, totally eliminating
sunlight from within. Houses that lived way before 1700's. With their dark
coat of paint that sent a chill down Ahmaire's spine, these houses held a
long history on families. Ancient lines that still lingured among the small
community of Clair de Lune. And with these dwellings that could be heard
uttering and groaning about through the long nights stood the only house on
the outskirts of Tumon, Oculto Soleil.
The home that once held a Spanish woman that went by the name of
Maribell Oculto. Maribell was the daughter of a wealthy man, who wanted his
daughter to wed the governor's son of Clair de Lune. But Maribell had fallen
in love with a french explorer, Evian Soleil. Soon afterwards the couple had
been founded by the the govenor. Willing to give up her life for her love,
Maribell and Evian fled to the Clair de Lune point and jumped. Onlookers had
said that Evian's body made it to the surface, but Maribell's did not. In
later years, the point was renamed Two Lovers point in their memory.
But Maribell's home which too had it's name changed was now in
custody of Maribell's only living desecendant, Ahmarie Oculto.
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A/N: so? To continue or not ... what a hard question ...