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| themorbidbarbie | Nov 9 2011, 10:26 PM Post #1 |
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Vitesse~ Life. It’s never as simple as you may believe, as simple as you hope and pray for it to be. It’s everything but simple. Everything. Sometimes, it’s easy to push on through the days, through a hazy existence. Sometimes, you can understand what’s occurring around you. Sometimes, you can cope with life’s challenges. But never will it be simple. Never simple. Never. Sometimes you feel alone, like the only one who has ever suffered before, the only one who has ever been the victim of life’s games and trials, of character and morale and mind, of body and faith. You feel like no one else in the world can help you, like no one cares, no one hears your pleas and cries and begs. You face choices in your life, so many choices. This path we all walk is ridden with turns and forks and little trails disappearing into the trees. This path has many dead-ends, many long, endless roads to trudge on along. You make decisions, choose to follow one lane or another. You suffer consequences for them, or enjoy the benefits of them. But you never know until you choose. Never. You meet many people along this path. Some, you merely pass by, perhaps a nod or wave or brief smile, a face you won’t remember. Some, you choose to stick with, working together to dodge and weave what life has planned for you. You grow onto them, become closer. You learn about them, and they learn about you. Sometimes, you find someone you love. A very special someone, that one is. They’re the most important person in the world, that one you love. Your mind and heart only have room for them, for that face, that voice, that person. You pour your heart out to them. You know everything about them. You learn their thoughts, their feelings, their secrets, and give yours in return. But everyone has those thoughts that are never shared, those secrets never spoken. Sometimes, these secrets are dark. Sometimes they’re evil. Sometimes they’re deadly and devastating. Sometimes it’s not the secrets at all. Sometimes, all you ever knew was a lie. No, not a secret at all. Just a mistake, a misunderstanding, a friendly face pulled before the demonic soul that dances within. And this person you love? They’re not who you thought they were, and the heart that beats within your own chest betrays you. It holds onto this person, keeping them in your thoughts and dreams, torturing and killing you, slowly, slowly… Love is just another trial life makes you face. You just don’t see the challenge at first, the risk you’re taking. All you see is them, this person you love. Just another game, just another challenge, just another turn in this path you keep on walking… …isn’t it? I like to think so. It makes facing life so much easier. But not simple. Of course not. Never simple. Perhaps you may find these words mysterious, cryptic. Maybe you’ll find them just downright odd. Insane. Crazy. Maybe I am. Decide for yourself as you read these next chapters—chapters of the life of myself, Vitesse Ara Maillard. Edited by themorbidbarbie, Jun 5 2012, 07:23 AM.
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| themorbidbarbie | Jun 5 2012, 07:51 AM Post #2 |
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Chapter One: Wrong Place, Wrong Time I closed my book, sliding my hand over its leather binding, and stared at the cover for a moment. I had just finished it, after being engulfed in the story for a few hours. The story was old, but intrigued me, nonetheless. Silas had given me the book, said he’d found it while helping his father clean the study, and after reading it himself, thought I’d enjoy it. I did, tremendously. For fear of Clarence awakening, I leaned over and blew out the candle that had provided lighting for me to read. In the darkness, I waited, tense, for any sounds of him stirring. There was a brief swishing of sheets, and then all was silent. Only shifting in his sleep, Vitesse, I reassured myself. Carefully tucking the old book underneath my arm, I rose from the sofa, cringing as wooden floorboards creaked beneath my feet. I froze again, listening for Clarence. Thank the Lord, he didn’t wake. Moving as quickly and silently as I could, I slipped my feet into a pair of shoes, quietly sliding my coat off of its rack and onto my shoulders. Bracing myself, I popped the front door open, again bracing myself for any sounds – and, again, he didn’t stir. Sometimes, I wish he would have awakened, even if he would have hurt me – at least he would have stopped me from what I was about to walk into. Other times, I’m glad he stayed asleep, and let me lead the life I do now. Everyone had this illusion that Clarence and I made a perfect couple – oh, look at Vitesse and Clarence, aren’t they just precious? If ‘abusive’ and ‘possessive’ counted as precious, then yes, he most certainly was. It wasn’t as if I could do anything about it – my mother had arranged our marriage, stating that he was ‘a handsome young man’ who could do great things for me. All she truly cared about was the fact that he had a high social ranking. She had no idea what he was really like – no one did, with the exception of myself. My footsteps echoed faintly off the cobblestones beneath my feet, something that always unnerved me. I was always terrified that someone would hear, and send me home to Clarence – who would no doubt be displeased. Shivering slightly in my coat, I moved quickly under the dim lighting of gas lamps. I was on my way to Silas’s house, a small building only one or two streets over. These late night visits were the only things we could manage – Clarence would throw a fit if he knew I was visiting my old friend, the inexplicably possessive freak he was. I wanted a chance to discuss his book and return it to him, as well as see if he had anything new to give me. The story I had just finished lingered in my mind. It spoke of demons and monsters that took on human forms, walking among people, deceiving them and stealing their souls, their lives, striking out and killing them when they least expected it. The oddest thing about the tale was that it didn't just make these creatures the antagonists, but the main character, the heroine of the story, was one herself. I still found such monsters to be frightening, but it did grant me a different way of viewing them. Despite having the knowledge that it was completely fictional, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder and quicken my pace. The way that a story could get me so jittery brought a ridiculous smile to my lips – stop being so ridiculous, Vitesse. I turned down an alley between two houses, cutting across a shortcut between our streets. I took this route often, not wanting to travel the entire distance one usually would. I shifted the book from beneath my arm into my hands, tugging my coat tighter around my shoulders. It was quite chilly out, colder than one would expect it to be in September. The book was suddenly jerked from my hands, toppling to the cobblestones beneath my feet as I felt a body slam into me from behind – only for hands to grab my shoulders, preventing me from collapsing to the ground. My first instinct was to scream, to cry out for help, for someone, anyone – but a cold hand clamped over my mouth, freezing the cry in my throat. I tried to jerk one arm free of the iron grip, but it held solid, leaving me helpless. A sharp pain tore into the side of my neck, and a scream ripped through my throat like acid, the sound muffled by the hand that still covered my mouth. But the pain didn’t stop – no, it was the only the beginning. It felt as if someone had poured molten steel down my throat, my veins filled with liquid fire, igniting my entire being. My legs gave way beneath me, but I did not fall – the hands gripping my shoulders never faltered, preventing me from collapsing. Even as my body writhed and thrashed with pain, I could feel myself being drained, my life slipping away from me. This is the end of me. It was the only thought that coursed through my rattled brain. Above my own screams and gasps for breath, I could hear another figure approach, and I knew it was over. There was no way I could escape this – but even if it brought on death, at least it would always bring on a death to the terrible pain that would not leave me. And even as I braced myself for the end, a familiar voice met my ears— “Stop! Stop!” Dimitto barked out the command, and I could feel fangs – fangs? – withdraw from my skin, the iron hands finally releasing me. I immediately crumpled to the ground, falling in a heap, gasping and trembling with the agony that still plagued my body. A figure bent over me, and even in the darkness, I could see the faint outline of my brother. “You idiot!” he cried, turning to look at my attacker. “This is my sister!” He immediately quieted himself, letting his frigid fingers brush over the side of neck. I felt the need to say something – after all, he’d been gone for nearly three years and I’d gotten no word from him since he’d left – but I could only manage a strangled sound of pain. A tortured look danced in his crimson eyes – odd, he had brown eyes – as he stepped back away from me. “We have to go.” His companion – my attacker – snarled in the darkness. “You won’t even let me finish?” He was poised to attack, but did not move, merely stared down my brother, who did not falter. “Finish off my sister? No,” he shot back, a harsh laugh escaping him. My pain spiked suddenly, and I let loose another scream, the sound echoing off the walls of the alley. Dimitto stepped away from me, again faltering as he looked down at me. “Someone’s going to come. We have to leave. Now.” The other figure looked ready to argue with him, but then they were gone – just gone. And then it was just me, alone, with the excruciating agony that consumed my whole being. Edited by themorbidbarbie, Jun 5 2012, 07:57 AM.
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