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The Witching Hour Chapter TwoChapter Two
"Come now my dear Saphron, I mean you no harm. I'm all bite, hardly any bark."
The fight to stay in the conscious realm was a losing one, as the young witchling tried desperately to stay awake. No more than a few hours had elapsed since she had been forcefully taken from her home, but to her, it seemed like days. She was now confined to a very elaborately decorated room, with no sure way of getting out.
The vampire Lord who had taken her from her home called himself Jaden, and it was obvious to the young witch, that he intended to make her his bride. He had placed her under some kind of spell, used another to transport both him and herself to the castle he lived in, and then placed her in this room. After no more than a few minutes, the spell wore off, and she was again in control of her body.
Saphron surveyed her elaborate surroundings slowly. She seemed to be in some kind of suite, decorated in deep purple and black, her favorite color
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"Then it's also true about Michael and me…"
((Disclaimer~ I don't own Michael, and I'm not going to pretend I do. He is not a fictional character from my imagination, and therefore, he did not come from the magic microwave and into our world. *Sigh* Though I like it much better that way. Saphron, Emit, and Danielle, are mine…and if you steal them….I will throttle you in your sleep.))
Soft rays of pale moonlight drifted through the narrow slit in the heavy black curtains, to gently caress the face of the sleeping girl. Dark burgundy curls were strewn about on her pillow, and with a quiet groan, the teen opened her icy eyes to greet the blackness of her room. Not a sound was heard, save the soft breathing of her pet cat, Mogget, who resided on a shelf in the corner. She threw back the black velvet covers of her downy bed.
With a silent yawn, and stretch, the lithe girl stood, and tiptoed across the ebony marble that was used as her floor, to
The Shrine'Heaven's not enough…if when you get there it's just another blue…and heaven's not enough…you think you've found it and it loses you….'
In the dim morning hours, just before dawn, nothing could be heard resonating from the white marble shrine that sat upon the hill, overlooking the ruins of the once grand elven city. Lush green grass moved with the cool wind, and the delicate green tendrils of the over hanging willow trees brushed the marble pillars of the building softly. There it stood, cold, open, and empty, awaiting someone to come. To fix it, to love it as everyone once had. In the distance, the ruins of buildings, markets, and temples could be seen in the soft arising sunlight. Untouched for thousands of years, they were covered in ivy, and soiled, but the brilliance of what once was could still be seen shining through.
The dense forest next to the ruins harbored the regular criminals, birds of paradise, rabbits, deer, falcons, and the oc
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"…do take care to not flirt with strangers in random taverns."
Her golden speckled, vivid blue gaze washed over the landscape behind her. She could still hear the screams of the dead and dying, and see the faint glow of fiery embers. With the renewed thought of Kayo behind her, and nothing before her, she put on another burst of much needed speed. Her death senses were screaming to her, begging her to stop and help the many dead pass the gate, but she pushed this deliberation from her mind quickly, and only thought of the forest before her.
"You look so beautiful in the fire light, it brings out the fear in your eyes" His words echoed in her numb mind, and she collapsed to the ground, luckily, under the protection of a rather large tree. "H-How could…I have b-been so… naïve?" She panted, her chest rising painfully with each new breath. "How…?"
untitledStrong are the arms that hold me,
Soft are the hands that cares thy cheek,
Tangible are the lips thy kiss,
Dark are the eyes thy see.
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