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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 9:36 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 12:05 pm
"And What of Our Future?" [Petra] “Do you think I’d be married in the future?” Petra asked. Her hand was in Viktor’s, as it so often found a place these days. It fit so perfectly and slid into place with his so easily. He gave her hand a squeeze.
“Of course,” he answered, not missing a beat. “Petra is wanting to be married, why would you not be?”
“What if… what if I don’t find the right guy?” she asked. There was fear in her eyes. If only Vik knew how he could save her from that fear, he would do it in a heartbeat. He hated to see her like that, looking so lost and hopeless. It shouldn’t be so hard to convince a girl you really care about her, but Petra was often hard to get through to.
“Perhaps he finds you?” Viktor said, playing at a smile. She tried weakly to return it, though it was hard. Petra was quick to falter, eyes slipping away from his. Quickly he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, holding it now with both of his.
“And if I pass right by him?” she said, a bit quieter. Petra was fighting to find her voice now. Speaking was becoming more difficult in the current situation. Her face was bright pink, but she didn’t want him to let go of her hand. Not for anything.
Viktor was finding his next words a bit difficult to find. Perhaps being straight forward was the best thing to do at the moment. It’s not like he’d have another good chance like this. Perhaps this was, and had to be, the right time he’d been looking for to say it outright. Still, words with her were not his strong suit. He hadn’t much time to be picky as her eyes fluttered back to his.
“He should not let you,” Vik said. “He should tell you when you look right at him.” Petra’s eyes widened. For a moment he thought it was with understanding, or perhaps shock or horror. Vik wasn’t sure what to think until he heard a choked gasp escape her lips. No, this was not the time for him to be self-serving. The best thing for her would be to ease her pain. Yet, he knew no better way. If Petra was to die, she would at least die knowing she was loved.
“Viktor you…” Petra tried to say. The pain caught her midsentence, holding her voice captive in a pained cry. The shape shifter pulled her up closer, desperate to help. What more could he do? He was no healer and she couldn’t be moved without worsening the injury. Leaving her was simply out of the question. Even if he ran his fastest, tried his hardest, there was no guarantee he’d find someone in time to save her. She was fading fast and she would not be sentenced to fading alone.
“Petra…” he said, mind hard set for words. Words of comfort. Words of wisdom. Words that would help in any way. All that came to Viktor was her name, again and again.
He held her, fingers twisted in her hair and breath warm on her neck. Petra buried her face in his chest, no longer wishing to see the emptied battlefield that surrounded them. She simply wanted to encapsulate herself in this feeling. Not of love, but of being loved. Perhaps her feelings resonated similarly, but even as her breath became heavier and more difficult to take, she wasn’t sure. Would it be so bad, to lie to herself? To lie to him? It would be a simple lie, no one would ever be able to catch her in it. Certainly, no one would question it. Not even herself. For she knew it was at least somewhat true. To the degree she would allow the lie to take it, perhaps not, but a partial truth was also only a partial lie. As far as sins go, certainly this was not the worst she could do.
“I love you,” Petra whispered. She felt his grip on her loosen, just for a moment, before he tightened his hold on her even more. Though it didn’t seem like it should be possible, she felt his joy at her words in the very way he touched her. Viktor tried not to be too rough as he brought her face back out for a kiss. He’d waited too long to let her go without even the slightest of pecks.
“I love you, too,” Viktor said back, his voice hushed as hers had been. She tried to mimic his honest look of elation, to make it her own. Petra managed, but the pain of the wound returned with a vengeance, forcing her back against him, biting back a scream. Viktor held her as she cringed, but as she settled again, he laid her back down.
They didn’t want to say anything more. What there was to say didn’t feel right to be said aloud. Petra wanted it to be him, and for that to be it, and the complications in her mind to dissipate. All Viktor wanted was for her to live. Those dying sometimes have an easier time accepting it than the ones watching them go. Petra closed her eyes, Viktor’s face becoming a darkened blur even though she tried to hold his image. As her last breath left her, she felt him lean down for another kiss, this now gentler and more loving. In that final moment, Petra believed with all her heart that she did love him.
Viktor lifted his head from her. He was already starting to cry, though he tried his hardest to hold it in. He couldn’t worry about tears yet. Someone had to bring her back to the others. Picking her up bridal style, Vik carried Petra back through the hallways. The school at night still held that eerie feel, though he couldn’t be bothered with that. Where he was meant to go, he didn’t realize until he was already heading towards it. It was difficult for him to knock, still cradling Petra in his arms. Viktor resorted to kicking the door until the inhabitant of the room was roused and came to answer.
Blonde hair loose around his shoulders, Gerwald came in a hurry. The banging on his door sounded urgent and altogether unpleasant. Something was amiss. The understatement was not lost on him as he took in the sight of her. Still in one piece, thankfully. Not horribly mangled or mutilated. Petra could have been sleeping if not for the visible wounds. Even without them Gerwald would have known. The face of death was one he was all too familiar with.
He hurried Viktor inside, instructing him to lay her body down on the bed. They sat together, the soberness sinking over them. Gerwald wouldn’t dare to bring her spirit here. Not yet. And so they remained, staring wordlessly at her body for a length of time. How long it was they wouldn’t remember, later on. Neither would bother to check for how much time had passed once things started moving again. After it, Viktor would tell him what had happened, where they’d been, anything that Gerwald needed or wanted to know. For the time being, the two of them simply sat, wordless and hollow.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 3:02 pm
The air was...cool? It wasn't freezing as it had been last I'd felt it. When was the last time? My sense of time has completely faded away, it feels like I've been sleeping for both an eternity and just a blink of an eye. The place I was at, laying even, looked to be a great meadow. An eerie silence settled over the entire plain, except for the occasional chirp of a stray bird fluttering about.
I propped up my body into a sitting position and rubbed my hands over my eyes. What had I just been doing? Why was I hear now? I don't remember anything right now, the only thing I know is who I am. This place put me at ease, and it didn't really bother me that much that I didn't remember anything.
Once my eyes stopped wandering around the meadow around me, they settled to looking forward. In front of me was not what I expected in the least, but I was not startled. He was a satyr, just like me, but different in his own respect. He was bigger, furrier, with hair that was soft and gray from age. His expression was kind, fatherly, and I could only stare with mouth agape as he stared at me.
"Hello, Cajus. I'm glad to see you're awake?" His voice was pure and gentle like a bubbling stream, and my ears twitched in response to the sound of my name. How did he know who I was? It didn't feel wrong that he should, he felt like the other satyr should know him very well.
"My name, you know my name?" I inquired curiously, with a slight c**k of my head as I began raise up on my hands and knees, crawling a bit closer. Everything in my existence led up to this moment, meeting this satyr was the epitome of my life. I could be at ease now.
"Of course, of course. I know the names of all my children. And you know mine as well, Cajus," he replied calmly.
"I do?"
"You do."
I thought to myself for a moment, but the answer was obviously. There wasn't only one great satyr in all of time, and only one that would refer to him as one of his children like that.
"The Great Pan? Is that you?" I felt myself getting anxious now as I sat near to him, my body just mere inches from his. This moment was supremacy, complete nirvana for me.
"I am one and the same, but do not refer to me as Great. I am just Pan, or you may call me friend. We're all the same here." I wanted to ask him just where "here" was, but was it truly necessary? I was meeting with Pan, the great entity I felt I was serving with my assisting with nature.
"We have all the time we need for getting to know one another, my friend. Would you like me to show you something?" Pan himself was offering to show me something, how could I refuse? I nodded my head with exuberance, and he waved his shaggy arm to the serene pool near to us. Just how long had that been there?
"Look into the pool young Cajus, and see what you need to put your mind at ease." Put my mind at ease? I was perfectly happy right now, what could be wrong? I did as he indicated and leaned over the pool to peer within. What I saw wasn't mere water, but instead glancing at a scene. From what I could tell the scenery was Mystic Fountain, and the focus was on a single stone in the center. tombstone even.
"Is that...?"
"It is."
Nothing more needed to be said to know what I was looking at, but strangely it didn't bother me. As I looked down at the scene of the school, realization started to flood over my being and memories started coming back. Then, a silver haired male appeared walking up to the tombstone carrying flowers, roses to be more specific.
He approached the tombstone cautiously as he got closer, standing right next to it as he opened the hand holding the flowers and allowing them to fall. A gust of wind picked up and rustled the silver male's hair and clothes as he stood there completely still.
Suddenly, without being prompted, the boy pulled back his leg and gave the stone a hearty kick. I shirked back when watching this, recalling now the hatred I shared with this boy, Ialo was his name. I began to look away, but Pan shook his head and instructed me to continue. There was nothing else for me to do than to comply.
"You're such a stupid....stupid idiot! No one asked you to get your stupid a** killed over me, and I most certainly didn't!" He spoke after reeling back with a howl, having hurt himself on the tomb stone. "How am I supposed to keep hating you if you do stupid stuff like that? We were supposed to have a big fight to finally settled everything. Now...now I'm left like this. Don't you know how this is supposed to work you stupid goat boy?"
Eventually he stormed off, and I was staring in shock as I watched the scene play out. Did that mean Ialo....cared? Or was he just stricken by guilt? It was nice to see Mystic Fountain was healing nicely after what had happened. The attack, it'd been horrible, and had occurred while the school had been very vulnerable.
Ialo left the sight, and I could at least rest at ease knowing Ialo was alive. I had not sacrificed myself in vain, and that made it all the more worthwhile. Just as what I thought Pan had to show me was finished, I noticed my very best friends were there to see. My heart swelled in sadness, seeing a small Toshi crumble to pieces at soon as he was at the grave, yowling as he wiped away stray tears from his face. Light could only stand besides him and watch, incapable of tears but very capable of sadness.
I needed not see anymore, and so the scene faded back to the crystal clear pool. I wasn't entirely sure how this would put my spirit to rest, but I trusted the God. There was a sense of closure, and it would probably lead to peace. I could only hope.
"A friend like you only comes around once in a lifetime Cajus, one with the ability to touch the hearts of everyone around him. Even their enemies. Now, it's time for you to see one more thing. It's been a very long time Cajus, but it's time for you to see your earthly family once more."
I took a deep breath of air, and nodded my head. I peered into the depths of the pool once more to see my family for the first in a long time, and the last until we could meet face to face.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 12:35 am
"Content." Danni Rinaldi-Belmont “Pierre, Armand, Samson is not your horse.” The twins, sturdy now at three years old, shifted in unison to stare at their father with innocent gazes, their huge gray eyes unblinking. Sliding off the trusty German shepherd, the boys grinned, ran off down the hall to carry out their favorite activity, pestering Bertram. Seeing an escape route, Samson bolted up the stairs, no doubt to find safety at the foot of his mistress’ bed.
Knowing full well what the twins were up to, Henri shook his head, his lips twitching as he sat on the floor, surrounded by pieces of a dollhouse he’d yet to assemble. All around the family room were the wrappings and remains of Christmas presents torn open, the floor littered with toys, sippy cups, and candy wrappers. The poor maid was likely to faint on sight.
“Papa, Marie’s ribbon came out.” Blinking, Henri looked up, saw the dark-haired doll that his daughter held out. The red ribbon he’d tied in her hair, identical to the ones in Raina’s own dark hair, was hanging loosely from the doll’s head.
Pulling the five year old into his lap, Henri rested his chin on Raina’s head, went to work retying the ribbon in the doll’s hair. Though he’d spoiled his firstborn with piles of dolls this year as well, it was always Marie she carried about, as she had since he’d placed it in her cradle the day they’d brought her home. After he’d tied the ribbon, Raina giggled, spinning herself around in her father’s lap, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.
Love coursed through him, a steady warm glow that always accompanied holding his oldest daughter. His Raina Simone. She looked like her mother. Like his Danni. With her long dark hair and huge grey-blue eyes, she was everything he imagined his young wife had been as a toddler. At five years old, she was bright, happy, loving. It seemed his daughter always had love to give. She had been, from her first breath, the light of his life.
Pressing a kiss to his daughter’s cheek, Henri looked over to where his wife was sprawled on the long leather couch in front of the fire, their second born Etienne curled up under her arm, one of the picture books he’d gotten from Santa Claus open in front of both of them. Her bright blue hair a stark contrast to Etienne’s golden curls, Danni told him a story of a magical snowman that came to life to the delight of the young children who built him. Though the look in her eyes told Henri that she found the story rather ridiculous, her voice was cheerful enough as Etienne’s bright blue eyes stayed locked on the colorful pictures. His second born had always been riveted by stories. Much to his surprise and delight, it had been Danni who’d been content to sit him on her lap for hours on end, telling him endless fairy tales.
“Mama, the snowman melted.” Etienne’s voice, soft and worried, had Danni pausing in her story, patting the top of his head.
“So he did. Greenhouses have to be kept warm, after all, so that the plants can live. But let’s just see what happens, shall we? Remember what I told you about these stories?” Etienne’s head bobbed up and down, his little white teeth gleaming as he smiled serenely at his mother.
“They’re stories written for children, so they’ll inev…inevitably have a happy ending. So I shouldn’t worry about Frosty, right? He’ll be ok.” Pausing for a long moment, Henri turned his stare to Danni, who made a point of avoiding eye contact as she chuckled, rubbed Etienne’s shoulder.
“That’s right, little one. With your picture books, you can put yourself into the story without fear. Nothing bad will ever happen in the end.” Ignoring Henri’s gaze boring into the side of her skull –he got so touchy when she told the children the truth about some things- Danni settled back into the story, smiling a bit when Etienne curled in closer to her. Her second born child. Her first son. He looked like his father, like her husband, with his curly, golden blonde hair, his innocent, gentle blue eyes. He was a thinker, her serious little man. Always asking questions, always looking at her with such solemn, serious eyes when he told her he loved her. He was her quiet little darling.
Realizing Danni wasn’t going to acknowledge his pointed look, Henri chuckled, glanced across the room at the quiet sigh he heard. And there, he thought with another smile, was his hard-won fifth child. His second daughter. His Sophia Isadora. At two years old, she was almost as much of a handful as the twins all by herself. Wild, loud, stubborn. That was his Sophie. At the moment, however, his youngest offspring was sound asleep in a pile of stuffed animals, dressed in the fairy princess costume he’d gotten her for Christmas. She loved playing dress up. Since the very concept of that baffled his wife, Henri had found himself attending more than one princess tea party, sporting what he considered to be a very fashionable pink feather boa.
With a quiet sigh, Henri glanced back down at the half-constructed dollhouse, listening with half an ear while Raina talked to her doll. He was, as he often was these days, quite content. He had a loving –if not frustrating- wife, five beautiful children, a lovely home, a faithful dog, a thriving business. And here he was at Christmas, surrounded by shredded wrapping paper with his butler puttering around in the kitchen and his twins undoubtedly trying to swipe Christmas cookies from the jar on top of the fridge.
As if on cue, there was a muffled crash, a childish yelp followed by the stern tones of the ever-dependable Bertram.
“Young masters, proper gentlemen do not climb up the china cabinet like undisciplined monkeys.” At the mention of monkeys, two identical giggles echoed out of the kitchen.
“But Bertie, we just wanted cookies,” “Cause you make really yummy ones.” The voices, first Pierre’s, then Armand’s, took on an innocent, flattering tone, a particular skill the three year olds had recently perfected. However, well used to their tricks, Bertram promptly tossed them out the kitchen, sliding the door shut with a firm click.
After a moment, Henri decided not to mention that the boys walked by holding hands, brightly decorated sugar cookies clutched in their free hands. The boys…They were their mother’s children. There was no denying it. From their dark hair and devilish grins to their penchant for junk food, it was like seeing Danni’s wild streak implanted into two young boys. Needless to say, there was rarely a dull moment.
Even as Henri shook his head, chuckling to himself as he ran his hand down one of Raina’s pigtails, Danni was smiling at her sons as they paused in the doorway to shoot her identical grins. She’d known they wouldn’t have been able to be quiet for long. Her little hell raisers brought her endless amusement. Though he wouldn’t quite admit it, she knew Henri adored their antics as well.
Taking a quick inventory, Danni glanced around at all her children. Raina, her father’s daughter, all hugs and kisses and cuddling. There was a fresh marking on her back, from her fifth birthday the month before. A pure white rose. Raina Belmont was a white magic Rinaldi. The…relief had been a tangible thing in the air that day.
It all but choked her, the worry that had come along with each new child. There was a chance, a large, unavoidable chance that her children would be marred by the mark of dark magic. It was a huge possibility. To know that Raina would be…free of that stigma, would be accepted, loved, undoubtedly adored by the family…She had almost wept. Now there were four more to worry about, to wonder about…
Closing her eyes against the thought, Danni sat up on the couch, scooping up Etienne as he wrapped an arm around her neck. Her quiet, precious little boy. Carrying him had been…no easier, really, than carrying Raina had been. There’d still been that fear, that uncertainty. She’d had such fear inside her, fear that she couldn’t possibly be a mother after all. The fear that, despite her best efforts, she would turn out to be just like her own mother…How many nights had she laid in Henri’s arms, wide awake as those thoughts circled in her head?
They had been married for almost six years. She was no longer a high school student, being chased by an eager fiancé. She was twenty-five years old, a mother of five, a wife. The first few years of married life had been…interesting, to say the least. The wedding night itself made the top ten of things she would rather forget. Not to say it hadn’t been memorable. Her husband had certainly been…skilled, she supposed, would be the right term. And as the awkwardness of such physical intimacy began to pass, it had even been…enjoyable. Quite enjoyable.
For a while, at least, things hadn’t changed much. She’d gotten married Valentine’s Day of her senior year, so she’d finished out her schooling a married woman, continuing to work, to go to war. During Spring Break she’d discovered she was pregnant. Two months pregnant. It appeared Henri had been fertile from their very first act of intimacy. Henri, for perhaps the first time, had put his foot down. She was going on maternity leave, of all things, in regards to her job. There would be no portal transportation, he’d asserted, no battle, no reaping, no anything while she was carrying their child.
Six and a half months of panic attacks, morning sickness, and sleepless nights later, Raina had been born. She’d been so little, so fragile, so…terrifying. Henri had been enamored with her right off the bat. He’d kept her cradle next to their bed, had constantly rocked her, fed her, soothed her and played with her, while Danni had tackled the challenges of changing diapers, soothing aching gums during teething and washing a squirming baby in the kitchen sink.
When Henri had gone out of town on business, Danni had simply strapped a five-month old Raina to her back and taken her Reaping with her. That had been an enjoyable bonding activity. The sight of a laughing baby often soothed the Heaven-bound spirits, and she’d made certain to immediately absorb the souls of those bound for the Realms. Still, she’d feared Henri might have a heart attack when he’d found out that Raina had been accompanying her around the globe. After a long, drawn out argument, Danni had reluctantly agreed to leave their daughter in the hands of the ever-present Bertram.
The arrival of Etienne, then the twins, had been just as terrifying. She’d been terribly ill with the twins, who’d delighted in kicking her all through the night. And, because the marriage contract had specified that she had to conceive four times rather than simply give birth to four children, Henri had gotten his fifth child after all with the arrival of little Sophia.
Her father positively spoiled them rotten. It was…painful, really, remembering that she too had once been in his good graces. Things had begun to mend between her and Sylvester, just a bit, using his grandchildren to start to bridge the gap created by years of neglect. It was a slow process, but progress all the same.
There were some things, however, that hadn’t changed. Though she was partially retired, she was still a Reaper, still a soldier. She had always made absolutely certain, absolutely sure, that she never had to give the children cause to ask why their mother came home covered in blood, why she woke screaming in the night. She kept all that away from them. They need not know.
She couldn’t hide it from Henri though. Never him. He knew of the nightmares, of the horrors of battle. There was little he didn’t know about her now, and little she didn’t know about him. Over the years, a marriage founded as a business agreement had become marriage based on trust and, she thought, love. When was it exactly, she wondered, that she had come to love him? She couldn’t say, not really. But then, she doubted it really mattered.
Shaking her head to push away the memories of years long since passed, Danni got to her feet, set Etienne down so he could sort through the toys and books and games he’d received for Christmas. Standing beside Henri, she rested her hand on top of his head, looked down at the doll house he’d been trying to build for the past two hours. After a moment she paused, scratched her chin, and grinned.
“Well, Paris, I never knew there were houses with the front door leading right into the bathroom. Think you might’ve put the front wall on the back part of the house." For a long moment, there was silence. She counted the passing seconds on her fingers, got to eight before he blew out a breath, set down the building directions he’d been staring at and carefully plucking Raina off his lap.
Anticipating him, Danni was already dancing to the side when his hand snaked out, wrapped around her ankle and tugged. With a muffled yelp, Danni overbalanced, tumbling across Henri’s lap. Hooking an arm around her waist while she laughed and cursed in Russian –the children didn’t know that one yet- he grinned over at Raina, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You hear that? Mama’s saying how much she loves me. Isn’t that sweet?” Choking on a laugh, Danni pushed herself over, wrapped an arm around Henri’s neck to pull herself up. Helplessly amused, she gave him a quick, hard kiss, settled herself in his lap as she turned to pick up the assembly directions for the doll house.
“While your father has proven horribly inept at following basic instructions, your mother is capable of reading the assembly list. Keep this moment in mind when Papa insists that he loves you more.” Doing her best to ignore her husband when he began pulling the pins out of her hair to let it fall down her back, Danni pulled her reading glasses out of her pocket, slid them on as she looked at the directions. They were certainly simple enough. And somehow…Somehow Henri had managed to put every piece together incorrectly. With a little laugh, Danni set to work tearing apart Henri’s efforts piece by piece, starting from the beginning again. All around her there were children playing, napping, and laughing, with her husband braiding –or at least attempting to braid- her hair. She was, she thought, quite happy at the moment, on her twenty-fifth Christmas. She was a wife, a mother, a Reaper, a part-time soldier…And she was, after many, many years…content.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 1:49 pm
"Possibilities" Alec Leaton This was it. Everything that had been steadily building up for the last few hours had culminated in this one moment. All the chaos, all the doubt, all the fear and worry, it all melted away as Alec narrowed his eyes at his opponent. He had it, he knew it in his gut that this would be the final blow. After this, all debts would be settled. Justice would be served, and everything that had been lost would be restored.
Alec steadied his hand, bringing it back almost in slow motion as he visualized the moment of impact in his mind. Time froze, all sounds stopped, and all that Alec registered was the sense of accomplishment at having set this up perfectly. Everything had fallen into place exactly as he had planned. Alec let his hand move forward, time speeding up as his conviction, his very essence was poured into-
"Midgets humping!" The shot went wide. Alec's pool cue went screwy as his concentration was broken with the blatant interjection from Jack. This caused the cue ball to jump and bounce off the table, landing on the wooden floor with a resounding 'crack!' Alec whirled around and glared at Jack with an angry grin. "You son of a b***h!" Alec laughed alongside Jack's own roaring laughter as he went to retrieve the cue ball from where it had rolled before turning around to look at the people he had been playing pool with. Jack, Gerwald, and Toshi had all agreed to come to Alec's New Year's Eve bash, and were now in the middle of a game of team billiards. Alec and Gerwald were solids, Jack and Toshi had gotten stripes. Alec was about to sink the '8' ball when Jack decided to open his mouth, forcing Alec to scratch. Alec looked over at his opponent and grinned maliciously at him. "You know damn well that doesn't count.""Aye, but it's still funny as hell."Alec couldn't argue with that logic, so he just laughed along with the giant of a man and set the ball back approximately where it was before the snafu. The others were laughing as well, waiting patiently this time to see how the shot would go. Alec lined up the shot again, moving his cue stick back and forth a few times to get a feel for the shot. Then he let loose, sending the cue ball shooting across the table and sinking the '8' ball beautifully. Alec stood tall in triumph, turning around and giving his partner a victory high five. Jack and Toshi ruefully admitted defeat, putting their sticks away and shaking hands over the game. The men dispersed, going off to different parts of the house to socialize with the other guests that had shown up for the party.
Alec leaned back against the pool table and looked out at the crowded living room full of people. It had been 6 years since that fateful year at Mystic Fountain, the massive attack that had nearly destroyed the school entirely. But they'd won, and with exceptionally minimal casualties. If it hadn't been for the quick response of everyone; teachers, students and the exterminators, Alec was sure there would have been far more fatalities than there had been. But there hadn't been, and now he was proud to say that most of his friends were enjoying life with him in his own home 6 years later.
And so many had shown up too! Jack, Gerwald, and Toshi had been among the first to arrive. Yuna had arrived with Toshi, seeing as they had finally tied the knot a few years ago. They'd even brought their little girl along with them, an adorable two year old named Hana. She had twin tails like her dad, and a tiny pair of wings like her mom. She had Toshi wrapped around her little finger for sure.
Next had been some of the staff of MFHS. Penelope, Arthur, Yanna, Veronica, Grasta, even Claudette and Fiona had shown up. Alec was glad that Claudette had shown up, decked out in her finest and a pretty lady on her arm. He was happy to know she respected him enough to accept his offer of free food and drink. Many of the others were more acquaintances than friends truthfully, but he felt that they should at least have the option to spend New Years with familiar people. Penny was sitting on the couch, taking up much of it due to her tall stature. She was talking with Grasta and Fiona, chatting about one thing or another. Arthur, bless his soul, had offered to play babysitter for the night. He would have his hands full too, as more guests showed up bringing their respective broods with them.
After the women had shown up some of Alec's old students had begun to trickle in at odd intervals. Light and Cajus had both shown up in a flash, quite literally. They'd been spending the last few hours in space (which Alec STILL couldn't understand how that worked), before shooting back down to earth and showing up at his doorstep. They'd been together ever since the attack but had never made anything official. It was official to them though, and that's all that mattered. Alec did try to politely ask that Light leave her gadgets at home for the party, which she politely declined by flipping him the bird. Luckily Cajus had politely changed her mind with some well placed hickeys, and she was now at the party mostly unarmed.
Next had been Petra and Viktor, who had made things official with a rather large ceremony that Alec clearly remembered involving bagpipes and other strange instruments at the reception. They'd brought along their adoptive daughter as well, a cute little brunette named Lilly. She had little bat wings protruding from the back of her holiday dress, which just made her that much cuter to everyone else. She had a stuffed doll with her, clutching it tightly as she timidly adjusted to the new surroundings.
Then there was Ialo, with Ophelia wrapped snugly around his arm. Ialo had kindly decided to postpone work for this party, a testament to the true friendship he and Alec now shared. They both looked great, of course. Ialo's business had been doing exceptionally well lately, and he was quickly on the fast track to being a serious competitor with his folks. Attached to Lia's hand was their own daughter, which Alec was sure was almost entirely Lia's doing. She looked exactly like her mother, blonde locks and all. She looked as prim and proper as ever, a direct result of Lia's influence most likely. She had a doll with her as well, a much fancier, designer doll from the looks of it. Ialo had decided to bring a small gift for the party, which he handed to Alec reluctantly when he answered the door."Whats this?""Potato salad. From Italy.""...I didn't know Italy had potato salad.""They don't. I had it imported from here while we there for Christmas.""We wanted to bring something for the party you see. It would be horribly bad manners if we hadn't.""Well thank you but... you mean you flew all the way from Italy to make this party?""You're welcome."After the rather charming welcome from Ialo, Naomi had shown up with her newlywed husband in tow. They had met in college, and Naomi had fallen head over heels from him from the stories she had told Alec. The guy was tall, charming, and more importantly tough enough to handle Naomi. Naomi took a little bit longer to get to the party than the others, due to the small bulge in her belly poking out from under her long sweater. Alec couldn't help but comment on this when they came inside."So, couldn't wait huh? Had to get busy?""Oh shut up! You know you didn't wait either.""Heh, too true. Was it her idea or yours dude?""Hers man. I wanted to wait, but she was all 'I'm gonna live longer than you! We need to make babies now!'" A punch to the arm later and the two were properly welcomed into the house.
Then it was the other Rinaldi's turn to make her entrance. Honestly Alec was highly surprised by her marriage to Henri. He had despised the man when he first heard about his plans for his student, and had done everything in his power to make sure that Danni didn't get suckered into his scheme. But those plans had failed, and now they had been married for an entire 6 years. And as per their... ugh, 'contract', Danni had conceived 4 times, granting them a total of 5 kids with the twins. As soon as they all came in the older children immediately rushed over to Arthur, trying to jump on his back while screaming something along the lines of "Bird Doggy!" Alec was amazed that despite the odd circumstances, after 6 years of living with the man Danni honestly seemed... content. Alec could never have guessed she would have wound up this way, or taken such a road to get there. But she was happy, and that warranted that Alec give Henri a respectful handshake as he welcomed them all into his home.
Finally the last few people to show up for the party arrived. Brody, in all his fabulous glory, had shown up in a bright pink Beetle, honking the horn a few times before he strutted up the walk to the front door. Following him was Takeru, fashionably late as always. Alec wasn't sure if he would show up, but the offer of free sushi seemed to have work. And then finally there was Barry and Gemini, the only two exterminators from the incident that bothered to stay in contact with Alec. Granted it was mostly Barry that kept in contact with him, but Gem was a good sport as he went along with his partner's wishes. Alec welcomed them all in, then promptly showed Barry the kitchen as he was itching to get some baking done.
In fact the only person who didn't show up that had been invited was Mr. White. Alec wasn't surprised exactly, the man had retired immediately after the incident. He had moved to Brazil, somewhere warm where he could finally try and relax. After receiving the invitation Alec got a prompt reply from the old man, stating, "I came to Brazil to get away from the cold boy. Why the hell would I go back to it?" Though Nigel had sent a rather nice postcard of him in an old fashioned swim suit on the beach. The card was currently hanging in the living room along all the other cards Alec had received that year.
Alec now looked around at everyone enjoying themselves. It was very late at night, and most of the children had been put to bed in the guest bedroom, all piled atop one another in the large queen sized bed. Everyone else it seemed had something to do. Brody and Lia had managed to start talking about fashion several hours earlier, and had yet to stop their flow. Naomi was sitting with her husband, eating from a plate of snacks she had pilfered from the buffet. Next to her was Danni, similarly tearing into a plate of sweets as the two discussed just how much pain Naomi was going to be in when her child was ready to pop. Cajus and Toshi had gotten into a friendly competition over by the dart board, while Jack and Arthur jeered and cheered respectively. Yuna and Petra were discussing music, whereas Vik was actually playing music on his mandolin for everyone to hear. Veronica had been floating in and out of the party ever since she arrived, caught in something of a dreamlike state as she made casual comments to anyone who was nearby. Claudette was busy on the couch, playing idly with her date's hair as the two of them snuck kisses when they were absolutely sure other people were watching. Barry had finally finished cooking what he was after and had come out to listen to Vik play. His better half and Takeru were currently outside, smoking their own respective drugs as they watched the snow fall.
Of course the loudest people in the room were currently Ialo and Light, who had gotten into an argument over something technical. As best as Alec could guess, Ialo was arguing about the quantifiable value of will in text-based spell casting over oral spell casting. The argument seemed to have come to a head, and he quickly looked at Alec in a bid for support."Alec! PLEASE tell her that there's no way someone's will can hope to overcome the Strohmson effect while speaking incantations!"Alec laughed aloud to himself before cupping his hands over his mouth and speaking loud enough so Lia could hear him."Hey Lia! Your husband's trying to be smart again. Can you fix that please?"Lia suddenly looked at Alec at the mention of her name, then back at Ialo's furious face. She smiled once, calling back to Alec in her signature lady-like manner."But of course! One moment please."Lia then politely excused herself from Brody before turning on her heel and marching straight up to Ialo with a stern look on her face. Ialo rightfully looked worried, as he began to stammer excuses about how he was right, Light was wrong, and she should obviously listen to him because he was so right.
But before he could spit any of that out Lia suddenly grabbed his face in both hands and planted a passionate, forceful kiss on his lips. Ialo's muffled cry could barely be heard before he closed his eyes and succumbed to his wife's tactic. His hands reached her waist and he dipped her, still kissing her as much of the room erupted into laughter and applause. Light for her part looked pleased as this clearly meant she had won the argument, and went to get Cajus so she could celebrate appropriately.
Alec laughed as he watched the happy antics of his friends. So many good memories had been made in the last 6 years. So many friendships, so much laughter and good times. He was truly blessed to have so many friends to spend the holidays with.
But Alec's true blessing came toddling into the living room right then, holding onto a stuffed turtle and wiping sleep from his eyes. Alec didn't notice Isaac until the 3 year old began to tug on his pants leg. "Daddyyyy, can't sleep. Too loud." Alec's face immediately softened as he looked down at his son, his blonde hair tousled and falling in front of his face. He smiled as he kneeled down and picked him up in both hands, holding him so he was at his eye level. "Aww, I'm sorry little man. Let's get you back to bed, I promise we'll be more quiet." Isaac nodded sleepily a few times before collapsing onto his dad's shoulder, already half asleep as Alec carried him to his bedroom.
As Alec laid Isaac down on his bed and tucked him in, he heard the door open again behind him. Alec didn't stop tucking his son in, but he knew who it was who had entered the room. The woman was wearing short heels, fashionable but practical around the house. Her one leg was exposed beneath the slit in her black dress, which gripped her body and showed off all her amazing curves. She walked silently up to Alec, the carpet muffling the usual clack of her heels. She put her hand on his shoulder as she watched him lean over, placing a kiss on Isaac's forehead before pulling back from the slumbering toddler.
Alec watched his son sleeping for a little while longer before he turned around and looked into the sparkling, loving eyes of his wife. Her long hair fell down past her shoulders, and framed her face beautifully as she let her hands trace over his arms. Alec held her close to him, his hands on her waist while she smiled that same smile that always lit up his world."Is Melissa still asleep?""Yes, she passed out a little while ago.""Good. Wouldn't want them to wake up cranky tomorrow morning. ...or later tonight, when I get a chance to get you out of that dress~"She grinned at him, a fox-like grin with a twinkle in her eye, daring him to try it right now if he so desired. Alec grinned back, holding her face in one hand as he gazed into those beautiful eyes of hers. He stared for a long moment, just taking her in before finally leaning in close and whispering to her, "I love you, so damn much." She merely responded by kissing him, fully and passionately on the lips. Their tongues even managed to slip into each others mouths for a few moments before they pulled away, realizing which room they were in. They smiled to themselves as they left Isaac's room, closing the door behind them as they went back to the party.
At 10 minutes to midnight, Alec took a spoon from the buffet table and tapped his glass of sparkling grape juice a few times to get everyone's attention. Alec made a few comments to Jack, who poked his head out the door and got Gem and Takeru's attention to come back inside. Once everyone was assembled and alert, Alec raised his glass and began to talk."I just wanted to make a toast. It's been 6 years since that incident at Mystic Fountain, and I've had a blast with each and every one of you in that long, but short time."Everyone immediately perked up at these words. Couples reached out for each other, holding each other close as everyone listened to what Alec had to say. His own wife walked up and snuck her hand around his waist, smiling up at him as he continued."There's been a lot of change in the last 6 years, and most of its been for the better. We've made new friends, new careers and new families. There's been a lot of opportunities, a lot of possibilities for everyone in here, and we've all prospered from it. And I'm fairly confident that there's going to be a lot more opportunities again in the future."Alec lifted his glass again, and everyone else did so along with him, beaming with pride at their own accomplishments over the years. Alec smiled at all of his friends before finishing off his toast. "I just wanted to thank you all for the great times we've shared. Here's to you, my friends... my family. Mazel tov!""You're not Jewish!""You're getting free booze, shut up."Everyone laughed, Alec included before they all downed their drinks. Just as the last glass was put down Alec looked over at the TV and saw that the ball was starting to drop in Times Square. Alec pointed this out and everyone immediately looked at the screen. The countdown was starting to begin, and everyone joined in when the 10 second mark hit. Alec's wife turned his face towards hers, looking up at him with nothing but the deepest love as the others around them counted down the seconds. As the final seconds wound down, their faces grew ever closer, her hands timing it perfectly so that they would kiss as soon as the new year had arrived.
..3.."...Alec..."..2.."..Alec.."..1.."Alec!" Alec woke with a start to the sound of several people cheering at once, each either downing their drinks or kissing a significant other. He was at Mystic Fountain, sitting in the cafeteria as the staff and students here for the holiday whooped and welcomed in the new year with gusto. Alec had been shaken awake by Jack, who was holding onto a half finished glass of champagne.
Alec rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked around, starting to realize where he was. He shook his head a few times, trying to rid himself of the nagging feeling that he wasn't really here, or that he hadn't been just a few seconds ago. Jack was looking down at him, surprised his friend had slept through the ball drop. "You alright dude? You missed the countdown." Alec looked up at Jack and smiled, stretching his arms and nodding through a yawn as he responded. "Yeah, yeah. Just... had a weird dream was all." Jack smiled down at his friend and took a seat next to him at the table he had chosen for a pillow. He offered him a glass of bubbling liquid, noticing the look of confusion in Alec's eyes. "It's that sparkling juice stuff. Non-alcoholic and all that."Alec smiled and took the offered drink. Jack lifted his up, holding it out towards Alec. "To the new year!" Alec nodded once, a strange sense of deja-vu overcoming him as he clacked his glass with Jack's. "Yeah... to new possibilities." Jack nodded his agreement, then threw back his glass and downed his champagne. Alec did likewise, feeling the carbonation sear his throat as he downed his drink in one go.
Alec set the glass down on the table and looked around, noticing several of the female teachers milling about. Penelope, Grasta, Fiona, each of them looked very nice in the attire they'd chosen for the event. Whether it was fancy or casual, they each had a certain allure that Alec couldn't deny.
Alec sat back in his chair and pondered aloud to himself, a sense of purpose overcoming him as he watched the women going about their business."...New possibilities... Indeed."
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:26 pm
"Permission" Takeru Li Yamamoto "Arise. Arise oh one of broken spirit."My eyes twitched in response to the scratchy voice piercing my ears. What did they want? My body felt suspended, but nothing was holding me. Just an entity floating in an absence of matter. What happened to me?
I flicked my eyes open and stared into the empty, black abyss. I attempted to move my hands and legs, but they did not exist either. What was I? Am I just a formless entity? This was quite reminiscent of my days as a malevolent haunt. My mouth was also incapable of forming words, but it seemed to be that my thoughts echoed out from my being.
"Who are you? Where am I? What happened to me?" I could only shoot off a bunch of questions at this mysterious voice speaking to me. I was anxious, frightened almost to what had happened to me.
"I am not here to answer your questions, I am here to tell you what you need to know. Those things you can figure out on your own time when we're done here." The voice sounded female, from what I could tell, like an experience older woman who had no patience for anyone.
The only thing I was able to was to wait and listen. I wanted to make a motion of acknowledgement, but from lacking a body I did not have such luxuries.This woman didn't sound like she needed such affirmation, though.
"You finally succumbed to the darkness inside of you, and it devoured your entire being. Fortunately someone stopped your darkness before it could hurt too many. Now you are here, where I brought you."
"Brought me?" This didn't sound like what any higher power would sound like, and if Buddha had called upon me, well he'd be male instead of female. Was some other force here in play? Just what did this mysterious want with me?
"I brought you here, because someone dear to me still needs you on Earth. Otherwise I wouldn't break such laws in interfering with death, but his devastation....it hurt me. So, Tengu, you will finally be born the way you were intended and keep all darkness from your heart. Understood." How could I dispute her, for graciously giving me my life back?
"Yes ma'am."
Next thing I knew, there was blackness once more. I let it take me over, trusting the woman to not cause me anymore harm than possible. Soon I could feel myself taking a tangible form, but there was still darkness. Darkness and a lot of sticky moisture.
Growing uncomfortable, I thrust out my arms and pushed against the squishy substance until I felt my hands meet a hard exterior. Repeatedly I punched against it, until I heard a loud crack. Once the crack occurred, the pressure inside pushed against it until burst forth, causing myself and the goop to come spilling forth and laying me out flat on the hard ground.
Still yet there was much darkness all around me, being pitch black in the middle of winter. It was rather cold outside, and the goop made it even worse. I heard a stream near to my person, and crawled to the best of my ability to it and washed off my body and wings to get rid of it all.
Completely clean now, but still nude, a drive within me told me only one thing. Fly south, fly south and return home. What was home exactly? I didn't know, but that's what my natural instincts told me to do. My encounter with the old woman in limbo had completely faded away from my memory, so it didn't occur to me she was causing this drive in myself.
So I flew, for hours and hours on end I flew. I felt faster, the weight of all my past life's guilt and malice gone away now leaving only my spirit and freedom. I could see the son beginning to rise on the horizon as I had entered the plains from the mountains. In the distance I saw a large building among fields of corn, and I knew exactly what my heart was telling me was my home.
I began to fly towards the front door, incapable of accessing my room from the outside, but then I remembered I was completely nude. Where could I go with no clothes on? Perhaps Gerry was still awake, we were good friends before all this. Hopefully he'd help me to my room
Perching on the balcony with use of my talons I'd caused to appear, I tapped on the window to try and get Gerry's attention. Hopefully he'd be awake enough to hear me, or I'd be completely stuck out here.
Fortunately for me though, Gerry did open the window curtains to see my completely nude body perched outside his window. Gerry's eyes went wide at the sight of him, and he immediately went to go and open the window.
"Takeru? You're alive?" He then paused as he was unlatching the window, pulling his hands to cover his face and turn around. "You're completely naked too!"
"Come on Gerwald, let me in! I need some clothes, I was left alone in the mountains a ways from here completely naked." As Gerwald opened the window he heard him still muttering about being shocked. Whether it was at my being alive or naked I was uncertain.
I clamored inside to then walk over to the middle of his room, facing away from him to maybe keep him from making him uncomfortable once more.
"I...I can't believe you're alive. I watched them kill you when you'd went out of control and killed those students. But I knew better, I knew it wasn't really you. I knew that it was really the monsters you spoke of living inside of you, but no one else believed me," he spoke rather casually about it despite the seriousness of the subject. Gerwald was immune to harsh meaning of death, and thought nothing more of it than how I would think of the weather.
"I am a tengu, remember? We are reborn from anger and hatred, that is how we come to be. At least, typically. My original birth was not so gracious, but my rebirth was actually quite peaceful. Just really sticky."
"Sticky, you say?" I laughed at his attention to that one detail, which then caused him to duck his head a bit with a blush. His blush was compelling, and it caused me to reach out a tentative clawed finger to his cheek. I brushed away a stray lock of hair, caressing my fingers to his cheek. His eyes peered up to look at mine, displaying now the hurt in them that hadn't been there before.
"I thought I'd lost you permanently. The things I've been tempted to do...my mother would be so disappointed in me to know," he paused after finishing. It was weak, but I could feel his cheek pressing against my fingers. My hand trailed upwards now to then loop my fingers in pieces of his hair, knowing this always caused chills to roll up his spine in response. "Does this mean the darkness gone for good?"
"I think so, but if not I know what I must do. Leave Mystic Fountain for good, I'd be nothing but a danger to them all again. It's going to take a lot of convincing even now for them to take me back." My voice dropped as this realization hit me. I didn't want to leave here, this was my home. I could feel it in my stomach right in this very spot, I belonged here and no where else.
Without second thought, Gerwald leaned forward abruptly and brushed his lips softly against mine. "If it ever comes to that, I'll leave too. I won't stand for my best friend to leave, not when..."
"Not when we're going to become much more?" He nodded slightly in response, and I finished the distance between us as I pulled him tightly against my body, covering his quivering mouth with my own.
Once we broke apart, I didn't allow him to move away as I continued holding him close to my body. Both of us entirely forgetting that I was naked, but perhaps he didn't mind? I know for certain I didn't. I continued curling my claws into into his blond hair, and I heard him hum lightly in response.
If leaving Mystic Fountain meant Gerwald coming with me, I don't think I'd be all that homesick after all.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 5:00 pm
"Last Stand" Viktor | Light | Saeed | Jack | Arik | Fiona | Arthur XXXX" ION STORM!" Light cried with all her might, floating above the heads of the other battling students. Numerous bolt of lightning struck her from raging storm clouds above, and glowing white hot, the tiny Nymph held her hands outstretched as the electricity beamed from her fingertips into the mobbed invaders before her. With an almighty crack swathes of them were cut down as the focused lightning burnt through their ranks. Making just as much noise, the massive silver-white dragon form of Ialo let loose a thunderous roar as he emerged from inside the the storm clouds he had created to let loose a blast of super-chilled air on the surviving enemies. The skies were their territory, along with several other flight capable students, they were reigning down magical terror on anything that as much as looked at them funny. Coupled with support from various students on the ground, such as Cajus with his snagging plant vines and rather impressive speed, they were dominating. " Ialo to the right!" Light screamed as a twisted shadow like form took off from the rooftop below. A blast of icicle riddled wind caught the being head on, shooting it down in seconds. Turning on the spot, Light watched as four more took off from the corn fields. " No you ******** don't." She muttered pulling the end of her laser pen open to release the compressed fusion ball inside. " Black Nova!!" The ball expanded and contracted, taking on ultraviolet properties before it was shot off into the fields with a burst of gravity. The impact was tremendous as the tiny black star ravaged the corn around it. Screeches of unnatural pain filled the air from the twisted bodies of the attackers. Looking inside her jacket, Light counted three more pens. She was running low on 'ammo' and as much as they were in complete control, she knew they couldn't keep this up much longer. An eagle like shriek sounded as a Arthur peppered the rooftop with arrow like feathers from his wings. The elderly Griffin wasn’t about to just cower away, not this time, not after his friends had been taken from him. Flapping his wings, Arthur backed up as small tornado like winds formed on either side of his body before they spiralled towards the gymnasium roof, blowing several attackers into the sky. “ Ahh, I.. I am getting, way too old… for this…” -------------------- Chaos surrounded everything, the schools forces were broken and beaten back. Most of the students, those too injured or ill equipped were taking refuge inside the Coliseum under the guard of the Medical Team (and Yuna), Alec and the Rinaldi sisters, nothing would get through the combined barriers of those sisters, not when the lives of everyone was on the line, and if anything did get through it would have to face the wrath of an irate Lich and a pissed off vampire. " Saeed there's too many!" Alec called out from just outside the barrier. He was letting lose jets of flame and molten rock along with a small band of adept elemental students to keep the stress down on the barriers. So far there had only been two breaches, but another three were on their way, the enemy forces were just too numerous. These fiends had interrupted his research, if he lost it then that would be hundreds of years wasted, he couldn't afford to let that happen. His grey skinned form zipped amongst the temporary beds dealing with any serious injuries he could manage. Saeed looked over, as Alec shouted for help. Two of his adepts were being ushered into the barrier by Antonius, with blood gushing from their hands, but more important right now was the bubbling of the barrier above them, another break through. Danni sang through some spell incantations with her sister as yet another barrier began to form between their clasped hands, the first barrier was crumbling and badly needed replacing, hopefully they could get this one standing in enough time. " I shall deal with them Leaton! Keep your attention on the main forces!" the Lich called out assertively as he flashed towards the buckling area above, passing Yuna as she rushed to treat the two adepts. His hands lit up as thousands of tiny magical circles flooded from his palms towards the gap, physically rotting anything that they touched. Healing magic worked both ways, if you could heal, you could decay... The smell of rotting flesh fell in a gangrenous rush as the attackers bodies crumbled away onto Alec's team. The purple haired mage gagged as the stench reached them, but with a quick gust of wind magic they were clear to focus once more. " Remember what I taught you! Focus on the energy and keep a cool head!" Show 'em what Mystic Fountain is made of!" " YEAH!" Alec and his little group gave another push back, flares and floods shot out from them, taking down those who got too close. -------------------- Inside the school, it was a free for all, mostly. Some students had formed groups with others, and any teacher not given specific orders was escorting them to safety. Fiona had found herself in the dormitories watching over Toshi, Fumi and Malice. The four of them were highly outmatched by the enemy, and Fiona had taken a bad hit to her ribs and left leg. Focusing on her spellcasters, four shots let loose down the corridor in front of them into the shadow like beasts they were cornered by. Moments later, the bullets erupted into green flames burning the beasts to ash. " Quickly, quickly, to the stai-ahh." She started pointing towards the stairwell at the end of the corridor. Finding her arm being placed over the shoulders of the Nekomata, Fiona grimaced as the four of them made their way out of danger. -------------------- Elsewhere, inside one of the English rooms, Vik, Naomi and Petra were completely cornered. The door to the room was barricaded high with desks and book shelves but it was no use. The door inched open every moment and even with all three of them pushing back they were failing. " Naomi get to the window, bystro! We need to escape!" Viktor ordered as his military training filled his brain. Nodding, Naomi rushed from their barricade and opened the window, creating a condensed fire rope for them to climb down to safety. At least that was the plan. with Naomi gone the barricaded door gave much quicker than before, clawed limb flailed through the gaps, and as the seconds passed they only increased in numbers. " Go now! Go! GO!" the Shapeshifter shouted pushing all his strength into the barrier as Naomi descended her rope and let loose a primal scream as her instincts took over. The ground below was covered in those shadow creatures, but that was nothing a white hot fireball couldn’t deal with. Letting loose a barrage of scorching heat, Naomi landed in a small clearing before the creatures rushed forwards to a fiery death. Holding the barrier for as long as she could, Vik watched over Petra as she left his side and made for the window., only to be ambushed by a hail of claws and teeth as a creature scaled the walls and appeared from Naomi’s rope. It grabbed Petra in its jaws , shaking her like a ragdoll, filling the room with her shrill cries of pain. Tossing her to the side, Petra battered off the far wall with a dull thud “ NO! No no no!!” Viks claws immediately morphed into view, the poison glands on his nail beds and skin leaking drops of liquid death down their edges as the creatures arm reached towards him. Viktor’s hair flashed bright red and his skin drained of all colour turning pale white. With one swipe he caught the creature on the wrist, flooding it’s 'blood' with toxins and adverse chemicals. His odd eyes filled with hatred as he listened as the creature choked up, and froth at the mouth, collapsing immediately to the floor. With no one holding it back, the barricade quickly gave in. Spinning on the spot, Vik roared out a battle cry as she lunged into the waiting claws. With poison tipped blades, the Soviet humanoid weapon tore through their ranks, ignoring the pain the beings were inflicting as their claws sliced through his flesh. In mere seconds the creature lay broken and choking on closed airways, bleeding from their eyes as the toxins broke down the walls of their blood vessels, digesting them from the inside out like a spider would do to a fly. Vik panted heavily, his hands dripping with both the blood of revenge and his own. Quickly gathering his thoughts he dashed back into the room to Petra’s broken form. She was a mess, blood coated her shredded clothes and skin… “ Pet-Petra… please, don’t… Don’t leave me alone!” He stuttered, falling to his knees and hugging her limp body into his arms -------------------- The basement levels. The catacomb like maze had been broken apart, the fountain glowed in all its glory, and the shadow like creatures stood in ordered lines as their commanders marched forwards. Heavy footsteps clunked past the snarling beings as they bowed their heads at their masters. They dare not look upon them without permission as the beings were in just as much danger as the students, they were expendable. “ How long I have waited, how long I have yearned for this power once more. My friend, I believe that tonight we shall make the world tremble at our feet once more…” The armoured figure said politely as it picked some shedding skin from its forehead as another horn pushed through. Finally having gained control, Arik had wasted no time. Jacks body was now his own, and was slowly morphing to match the image of his soul. And soon, the world would belong to him too. “ Takeru, if you would oversee the clearing up of the rest of the school, I have a coliseum to destroy…” Arik said quietly to the corrupted Tengu. Locked deep inside, Jack could do nothing but watch on as his world crumbled, his friends were killed, his students slaughtered. He tried to scream out in anger but there was no air, nothing. He was trapped in his own body and there was nothing he could do about it. “ You… b*****d…”
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:46 pm
"Save Me" Asmodeous Luxuria "Are you frightened?"Beelzebub inquired of me in a hushed tone, being that majority of our person was pressed against each other tightly. Afraid that any surface left untouched meant certain tragedy for us both. At least, that's how it felt, and oh how I wished if it were so simple. I would hold him for an eternity, if it meant I could keep him forever.
"I'm...okay. It depends on what you're asking I'm frightened about," I replied softly to him. He adjusted his head against the pillow so he could lay with his eyes lined up with mine. His eyes were so distraught, so full of uncertainty, it made me want to look away; I didn't however, because I didn't know how much longer I had to be able to.
"About it being over. Nothing being left after tomorrow. Death, are you afraid of dying?" He wanted an affirmative answer that could fill him with hope, but sadly I had no such offerings. I could only be honest, because what's the point in false hope?
"I do not fear death, death is only an unending slumber to conclude a life we thought was unending. I have come to terms with it at this point," I spoke solemnly, lacking the same vigor in my voice I almost always carried. "What of you, Beelzebub?"
He drew idle circles along my exposed skin, a chill crawling across my skin in pleasure. A touch from him felt like the very first touch, even after all these decades together. He never failed to be able to excite me from the pit of my soul. "I guess I'm not as fearless as you, because it still scares me shitless to think about it," I could hear the increase in pitch of his voice, a tell tale sign he was very upset. I placed a well worn hand on the dip of his back, massaging the area in small circles to reassure my presence.
"I never said I was fearless il mio tesoro, I just do not fear what you do," I cooed softly as if comforting an infant in distress. My lips pressed a tender peck on the top of his forehead, and I listened to his hum in response.
"You are my el diablo, you aren't supposed to be scared. What could possibly frighten you?" I could hear the curiosity in his voice and the tensity in his body relaxed slightly. Nothing so impending could be removed from his mind, not even by me, El Diablo.
"I'm frightened," as I began I shifted closer to him so our noses brushed up against one another, "of never seeing il mio tesoro again." Before I saw the moisture building up in his eyes, he jerked forward and planted a firm kiss on my lips. The only thing bad about a kiss is it had to end, but staying there like that, it was an eternity all on its own.
He broke away first, the moisture gone but the puffiness was still there in his eyes. I cupped his face in my own as I quietly shushed the light sobs away, and eventually it subsided into serene silence.
"Asmodeous?"
"Mmm, yes?" I had allowed my eyes to close briefly, content to lie there until Bee begged of me otherwise.
"Would you...," he paused, obviously unsure on how to proceed. Finally he gathered his thoughts and spit out what he had to say. He knew he had no time to waste. "Would you make love to me, Asmodeous? I...I want to know what it's like to make love to someone before it's too late. There's no one else I'd rather that be than you, despite...."
"Despite what?" My anticipation grew as he was beginning to spill all of his guts to me. Now was the time of confession, there wouldn't ever be another one.
He sighed softly. "Despite the fact you've never loved me." He burrowed his head up against my chest, but I pushed him a bit back so I could still look him in the eyes.
"Do you remember that time, when you came to me after you and Syven broke it off?" He was surprised I spoke the mortal's name, being the first time since it had happened I'd ever acknowledged he'd had one. Still, he nodded in response. "And do you remember what happened?"
"You told me having relationships, especially ones with humans, were completely pointless. That I was wasting away my immortality, or something stupid like that," he allowed himself a moment to laugh briefly, which in turn made me smile. "And then I...."
"And then you?" I urged of him in response.
"Then I kissed you, to which I was embarrassed at first. You told me there was nothing wrong with acting on my instincts, and you kissed me the second time. It made all of my troubles go away when you did that, and one thing led to another. In our usual fashion, we ended up having sex that night." He recalled the memory fondly, wishing to turn back time and go tell his younger self not to waste his energy on anyone else than what he'd found now.
"Well how was it? How was our first time having sex?" He looked at me strangely, not expecting such a question, but still going with it anyway.
"It, uh, we made out for a long time. We had foreplay for a long time, just kissing and exploring, and then you paid a lot of attention to making sure I was ready. When we finally got to it, it felt like my body was complete, and you never stopped looking at me, kissing me. It's one of my favorite memories, of us and of my life." He further wrapped his arms around my body, snuggling back in close to my face.
"Doesn't that sound an awful lot like making love to you Beelzebub?" I murmured gently, brushing my lips against his own as I watched his eye lids flutter slightly.
"I...guess so. But you always told me two people can't make love unless-"
"Unless they truly love each other." He stopped speaking, and I could only smile as I watched his eyes light up with conflicting emotions. They all in the end concluded to bliss, and his grin ended up meeting my own.
"I love you Beelzebub Gula, I always have and always will. Don't you know that's why I'm not scared of death? When you have a love this strong, nothing can destroy it, not even death."
Bee launched at my face once more, putting his whole body into it as he caused us both to roll around on the bed in what could only be compared to teenage bliss. Finally we stopped rolling with myself on top of his, both of us with our eyes locked on the other.
"I love you too Asmodeous. I've always wanted to tell you that, but I've just-" I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him, and he complied as his eyes closed briefly.
"Now, what was it you were asking me earlier?" My eyes held a mischievous glint, absent of the melancholy I'd held just moments earlier.
"What are you- oh! Ehem." He re-situated his person and rested his hands to grip on my upper arms. "Asmodeous, would you make love to me?" His eyes softened, completely full of love for this man he'd made into his world these past few decades.
"Just like the first time?"
"Just like the first time."
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:22 pm
"Still Fabulous." Broderick Elton Warfield III "Mister Warfield! Mister Warfield, look this way!" Ignoring his agent's pleas for him to get in the limo, the tall, lanky man leaned against the limo door, posing for the cameras that flashed all around him.
Flashing a grin, he tipped down his sunglasses, staring out at his fans with piercing green eyes. At twenty eight years old, he was just as flashy, just as dramatic as he'd been leaping into the spotlight in high school. His signature green hair was a long tail that fell over one side of his head, leaving his scalp exposed on he other side. His shirt, a plunging v-neck tee shirt with a pair of rosy red lips splashed across the front of it, was made of thin fabric that clung to the muscles he'd decided suited him. His pants were a crazy zebra print, his boots screaming red heels. Some would -and did- say that his style, such as it was, looked as though he'd gotten dressed in the dark in a teenage girl's closet. But there were others, many others, who saw his face, his body splashed across magazine covers and copied that style down to the smallest brightly colored handkerchief.
When his long-suffering agent finally tugged on his leg to pull him into the limo, Brody sent one last grin at the people who strained against the security barriers, their hands reaching out as though to grab him, their screams wild. Nothing could have pleased him more.
As he slid elegantly into the limo, as it rolled away, the young actor knew that tomorrow he'd be clipping articles out of the paper and magazines to send to his mother. His name was Broderick Elton Warfield the Third. He was twenty-eight years old, a veteran actor on Broadway. And he had just won his fourth Tony Award.
Ignoring his agent's incessantly worried voice as they went over the schedule for his latest musical, Brody turned the shiny trophy around and around in his hands, studying every facet. It looked just like the others, of course. They always would. But he'd worked hard for this. Beyond the joy of acting, singing, dancing, had been countless hours of hard work and sweat.
Beyond pleased, he pulled out his camera phone, held the Tony next to his face and snapped a picture. It took only a few seconds to send the picture off to the perpetually-busy Mr. Ialo Enlil. No doubt he'd get a response at some point. Perhaps tonight, perhaps next week. It was always hard to tell.
Lounging in the limo as it drove towards his hotel, Brody contemplated sending a picture off to his favorite blue haired dancer. He didn't see the point. After all, she'd been there. As the cameras had panned over the crowd, politely clapping as his nomination had been announced, he'd seen her, sitting five rows back, dead center. Her husband, the french blonde, had been beside her, clapping as well. But she'd simply sat there, watching, waiting. He hadn't known she would come, hadn't thought she'd fly out of France to see him win an award he'd already received thrice before. But she'd been there. And when his name had been called, when he'd held that trophy in his hands, over the wild cheering and applause, he'd watched her get to her feet, stare him dead in the eye, and give him a standing ovation.
Pleased remembering it, Brody grinned to himself when the limo pulled up to the curb outside his hotel. In true Broderick fashion, he'd booked the penthouse suite for the two days he was here. He was famous, rather wealthy. He saw no reason not to enjoy it.
Ignoring his agent the entire way into the building, Brody took the staff stairs up to the top floor to avoid any rabid fans, smiling to himself as he heard his agent puffing up the fifteen flights of stairs behind him. Poor Jensen. He really should find a better boss.
Waving goodnight to a still worrying Jensen, Brody unlocked his room, slipped inside before flipping the deadbolt that accompanied the electronic lock. As fun as it was to have eager fans sneak -naked- into his room, he wasn't quite up for a tussle this evening.
Halfway to the drink bar, he paused, backtracked to look in the doorway of the bedroom. For a moment he simply stared, and then could do nothing but laugh. He should have known. He should have anticipated. It seemed Blue hair had given him more than a standing ovation. She'd left presents.
Piled on his bed were dozens of white, yellow, red, and pink roses, bottles of champagne, a stuffed rainbow unicorn. He was immediately delighted with it. Further digging in the pile revealed a giant box of Swiss chocolates, which he promptly tore open. He deserved it after all, he told himself. And it wasn't like he would let it go to his thighs.
Delighted with his girl, Brody dug an envelope out of the bottom of the pile, a note taped to the front of it. Curious, he sat on the edge of the bed, slipped off his sunglasses to read.
Broderick, xxxxxI'm quite proud of your latest accomplishment. But then, it came as no surprise. You always did say you would be famous. The children wanted to come, to congratulate you, but they've all managed to come down with the chicken pox. At the same time, of course, because why wouldn't they? We couldn't leave them for more than an hour or so, so I do hope you'll forgive us not sticking around to say hello. Next time. To make up for it, I've enclosed a few things that I thought might please you. Don't tell our dragon. DRB
Raising a brow even as he reminded himself to send Danni's brood a new batch of toys, Brody ripped open the envelope, dumped a pile of pictures into his lap. The top one had him pausing, blinking, before his grin spread, a laugh bubbling out of him. Bless her, his Blue always had pulled through.
He didn't know, didn't know if he wanted to know, how she managed to get her hands on pictures of a mostly-naked Ialo Enlil. But there he was, lounging in a Speedo by a swimming pool, out in front of his house in his shorts getting the paper. There were more, many more, with him in various states of undress. The dragon boy still had a grade-A body. He was glad. Too damned bad he had a scary wife.
Shaking his head, Brody tossed the pictures down on the bed next to him, walked over to the bar, stripping off his shirt as he went, kicking off his boots. Clothes, he strongly believed, were for public.
Pouring himself a short glass of brandy, Brody leaned against the bar, bringing to mind the last time he'd seen Ialo. It would've been at the Mystic Fountain reunion the year. And there he'd been, with his scary, purple haired wife and their scary, overly violent daughter. Jenni, Jessie, Jeri...Yes, Jeri. That was it. There had been a moment or two of regret. He supposed there always would be.
The death of Lia Rinaldi, Brody thought with a short twinge of pain, was what had really had the two of them drifting apart. There Ialo had been, weeping, suffering over the loss of a girl. The dragon had loved her. It had been obvious. Blue's sister, for God's sake. Blue's high maintenance, prissy proper older sister. He hadn't know how to comfort his friend, hadn't known what to do when Ialo had refused to engage in any intimate acts anymore. He'd pulled away. And Brody had let him. That was that.
Laughing at himself now, Brody lifted the glass to his lips, downed the liquor in one long sip. Ten years, he mused. A long time. But the pictures on his bed proved that even after ten years, Ialo Enlil still had a fine a**. And by God, so did he.
Glancing over his shoulder at it, Brody nodded in triumph. Closing in on thirty years old, and he was still going strong. He was young, he was famous. He was, naturally, fabulous.  
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