Sunday, December 27, 2009

FF: Kyle and Jasmine.

“I'll keep you by my side. Journey on through our adventure, eyes open wide, we'll see the light. I know we'll be alright.”
~Give Me the Power Voodoo and Serano


Kyle stood on the balcony. Below him lay the normal hustle and bustle in the streets of the ruined city. The sounds of engines, car horns, shouting, and bird chirps all mix to form a kind of symphony. Only the rumble of the warplanes and tanks, and the craters in the streets and buildings spoiled the effect. Feeling naked in just his pants, Kyle took in the scene with a quite, almost resigned sigh.

He could still remember when the city was whole, when his neighborhood was filled with bright, shiny high-rise apartment buildings with shops on the ground floor. He could still remember when the sounds of children laughing, shouting, and playing could be heard coming from balconies, rooftops, and sidewalks. He could remember, but that was all it was, memory. Everything had changed with the return of the multitude of angry races known collectively as the Fae.

He was dimly aware of a shouting and gunfire somewhere in the streets below him. Even as his mind barely registered the noise below him, a loud crash and a scream from somewhere above brought him back to his senses. “The roof,” the thought ran though his mind disbursing the remaining fog of nostalgia.

Running back through the doorway and through kitchenette into the living room, he paused at the door. Quickly sliding on his sneakers he grabbed his cell phone, badge, and .38 glock before heading out the door. Sprinting down the hallway to the closest end, he threw open the door to the stairway and bound up the stairs.

Several flights later, he came upon the top of the stairway and the door that led out onto the roof. Drawing his gun, he carefully opened the door, jamming a piece of rubble into the hinge preventing the door from being able to fully close. Looking around cautiously, he slipped out the door onto the rooftop.

The rooftop was a maze of pipes, vents, poles, air conditioning compressors, ventilation fans, clotheslines and rubble. He looked out over this maze looking for the source of the crash he heard earlier. He didn’t have to look far. Snapped clotheslines, a broken vent pipe, and a trail of crimson smears led a path almost directly toward one of the large compressors.

Thumbing off the safety, he cautiously made his way to the side of the compressor. Pausing just long enough to listen for any hints of what might lie around the corner and hearing none he took a deep breath and then spun himself around the corner, making a complete 180. He didn’t see anything at first and was about to lower his weapon when a sharp inhale drew his attention down.

She was trembling. That was the first thing he noticed as her crystal pale blue-green eyes peered up at him from between raven black locks and crimson smears. The right side of her face was completely scraped up, her pale creamy skin reddened and bleeding. The second thing he noticed was the wings. Giant black and dark blue wings that reminded him of a cross between a butterfly and a dragonfly sprouted from somewhere on her back. There seemed to be four of them although judging by the angle, the shredding, and the blood it appeared one was almost sheared off.

A closer look showed her clothing wasn’t much better. She wore what appeared to be a dark jumpsuit or coverall of some kind, the side of which was almost completely shredded with additional tears around the chest, arms, abdomen, and legs. Her right boot was curled under her at an awkward angle, but Kyle could still tell it was scuffed and even torn in places. What was probably a belt encircled her at an odd angle, the clasp broken. Hanging from the belt was a sword that seemed to have a slight blue glow to it, and not too far from her lay the remains of what looked like a bow.

Still keeping his gun trained on her, Kyle kicked the pieces of the shattered bow further away. Her eyes followed his movements unflinchingly, though she continued shaking. Although Kyle had heard rumors that here were Fae fighting on behalf of humans, he wasn’t going to take any risks. He reached for her blade. His fingers were just about to grab the metal blade when her hand grabbed his.

“Hey!” He immediately straightened up his gun centered on her head. He watched her tensely, ready to fire. She made a reply in a language he couldn’t understand even when he had her repeat it. Finally, realizing that he didn’t understand her she gripped the blade and slowly slipped it free. Finally looking away from him for a minute she ripped free a dangling piece of her bodysuit and wrapped it around the blade before handing it to him. He relaxed slightly as she handed to him, making gestures not to touch the blade. He took it and slid it into his belt, careful to make sure the wrapping did not slip.

“Can you stand?” he asked, looking at her injuries skeptically. She just stared up at him. “I said can you stand?” He asked again, but not seeing her react he suddenly chuckled. “Wait you don’t understand what I’m saying at all, do you?” He took her lack of response as an affirmative.

“My name is Kyle” He pointed to himself. “Kyle.” He then pointed to her. She looked confused so he again pointed to himself. “Kyle.” He pointed to her again. Her eyes grew wide in fear and her shaking increased. When he repeated the process a third time, she let out a sigh. “J’zmin” Her voice was neither a soprano nor an alto, but a pleasant midrange despite the trembling but it definitely had a defeated tone to it.

Kyle nodded as he quickly analyzed the situation. A Fae that didn’t seem to understand English didn’t necessarily mean that she was one of the invaders, but odds were heavily in favor of it. Looking down at her clothing, he didn’t see any sort of identification immediately visible, and given her condition she needed medical treatment anyways. Time to call it in and let someone else deal with it.

He was about to reach for his phone when he heard the access door on the far side of the roof open. “She has to be up here,” a deep baritone voice stated.
“I wonder if them fairy bitches are any good for a fuck,” A second answered.

“Much as I hate the fairies, no one deserves rape,” a female voice retorted. “We simply kill her.”

Kyle turned, his free hand digging out his badge and displaying it openly to the quickly growing crowed coming out of the far stairway. “Police!” he shouted. “This fairy is in my custody. She is a prisoner. No one is going to harm her further!”

“Oh yeah?” One burly man holding a 12 gauge shotgun pushed himself to the front. Just what cha gonna do about it, eh Kyle?” Kyle recognized he man as Justin, the complex bully.

“I think Kyle here is a fairy lover.” A thinner version of Justin stepped forward, his little brother Paul. “I say we show him what happens to traitors.”

“Traitor, my ass. The law is clear. Unknown Fae without identification are to be taken in for questioning. This has nothing to do with who or what she is. She is a prisoner in my care, and I am not going to let anyone hurt her. I don’t care if she’s Fae, human, or whatever monstrosity it was that gave birth to the two of you brutes. While she’s in my care, I’m responsible for her.” Kyle’s voice took on a dangerous edge.

Some of the crowd began to disperse, but Justin stepped forward and pumped his shotgun at Kyle. “I ain’t letting no asswipe stop me from giving the fairy bitch what she deserves just cause he gots a badge and thinks ‘es better than me!” He leveled it at Kyle.

That was his last mistake. Training took over and Kyle reflexively fired two rounds into Justin. He needed have bothered with the second. The first ripped apart a good portion of his heart. The second destroyed what was left.

“Bastard!” Paul launched himself at Kyle, only to be dropped by another round. Everyone else that was armed dropped the weapons and everyone backed up a step or took off running.

“If anyone else wants to be foolish enough to attack the prisoner go right ahead. Otherwise get the fuck out of here.” Kyle was pissed. Shootings were never good, and he knew that killing two brothers in front of several witnesses to save a fairy would not go over well with some of the brass. Regardless, he was committed and he knew he was right anyways.

The rest of the crowed dispersed, but Kyle knew they would be back. Trading his badge for his cell phone he dialed into 911 to report the prisoner and the shootings requesting ambulances and backup. After assuring him help was on the way, the dispatcher patched him through to a lieutenant.

“Keep the prisoner and protect her if you can until we get there, but put your safety first, even if it means letting the prisoner escape or releasing her. We don’t know she’s even an enemy for sure so no use in risking either of your lives.” The lieutenant reasoned.
Shouting erupted from the far stairwell again and Kyle looked up to see several people emerging onto the rooftop, all of them armed. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “Better hurry it up boss, getting to be quite the party here.”

“Get the hell out of there. Find someplace to hide…”

“Way ahead of you there, boss.” Kyle cut him off slapping the phone shut and reaching down to scoop up the fairy. Shaking J’zmin reached out to accept his help up but then screamed as the gravity tore away the remaining scrap of flesh holding the sheared wing to her body. Without thinking about it he let go of her to catch the wing. It was heavier than it looked.

Giving him a grateful look, J’zmin reached behind her to take the wing from him, leaning heavily on him as they hurriedly made their way to the stairway. She gasped in pain as her remaining three wings caught on the doorway to the stairs but kept her limping pace up. As quickly as they could given the condition she was in, they hurried down the steps.

They just made it past Kyle’s floor when they heard pounding and voices below them. Turning them around, Kyle led her back up the stairs to the landing. Opening the door he checked to be sure the hallway was clear. Seeing it was he led her into his apartment. He had just gotten them inside when she collapsed to the floor.

Kyle quickly locked he door then turned around and gently picked the fairy up and carried her into the bedroom. J’zmin tensed as he laid her into the bed, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of fear and near-hatred. He laid her upon his bed, somewhat embarrassed that it wasn’t made. Noticing her look, he stepped back “Well Jasmine,” he tried to approximate her name, “I know you can’t understand me, but I’m not going to hurt you. This is just the best place I can put you for the moment.”

He walked into the bathroom. Taking some towels he wet them down. He then pulled the first aid kit out from under the vanity. Heading back into the room, he found the fairy trying to sit up on the bed. Her eyes snapped to his and she said something that Kyle could not understand but assumed by the tone of her voice wasn’t particularly nice. He set the first aid kit on the floor and then laid he stack of towels on top of it.

Kyle sat on the bed and picked up the top towel reaching towards her. Flailing desperately she tried to beat him off. He held still for a few moments until she realized that he wasn’t trying to take advantage of her and only wanted to help. Slowly she relaxed and let him sponge off her scrapes and cuts. He bandaged up the more serious wounds. Several of the towels were bloody by the time he motioned her to roll over.

When she rolled onto her stomach, a pool of blood was left behind on the sheets. He examined her back. A tailored cutaway on the back of her bodysuit allowed for the three wings and a stump that sprouted between the small of her back and her shoulder blades. He couldn’t quite see how the three wings folded up but he guessed that each wing folded up something like a paper fan and that normally the upper wings would fold over the larger lower ones. Only the upper left was folded up like that however. Where the other wing should have been was what resembled a jet black shoulder socket sprouting form her back ending in a jagged stump oozing puss and spurting blood.

As gently as he could, Kyle dabbed at the wound eliciting a series of gasps and whimpers from the fairy. Taking the last towel, he wrapped it around the stump then secured it in place using gauze bandages and medical tape. He was almost done when he heard sounds of a commotion coming from the hallway. Finishing quickly, he hurried into the living room.

By the time he reached the front door, he could hear lots of shouting in the door. He had just pulled out a gun when there came a heavy pounding on the door “Kyle, you there? Open up, buddy!” Relived to hear a voice he recognized, Kyle opened up the door, to reveal several cops, most of which were keeping a quickly growing crowd at bay.

The cop at the door offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry it took us so long but there was a crowd out here trying to hold us back. Probably so their friends up here could finish trying to quietly break in.” He gestured to the damaged door knob. “Figured it was best we secured things first. Medics are on their way up now.”

“Thanks Adam.” Kyle felt relieved.

A noise pulled Kyle’s attention to the hallway. J’zmin was limping out, one arm wrapped around her severed wing, hugging it close to her body. Her raven hair, still matted with blood fell around her face wildly and her crystal eyes moved from Kyle to Adam worriedly. Kyle motioned her to join them. She came up behind Kyle, just out of his reach.

Adam let out a long whistle. “So this is what all the fuss was about. Managed to land yourself quite an interesting one there. I gotta admit she’s pretty though.”

The two female medics arrived and pushed their way through the crowd. J’zmin was very nervous at the crowed and backed up away trembling. She nearly collapsed again, and Kyle quickly grabbed her holding her up. One of the medics stated that though she didn’t know much about Fae, that it was pretty obvious J’zmin needed to get to a hospital.

The medics, Kyle, J’zmin, Adam, and a couple of the other cops went back to the hallway and took one of the elevators down to the lobby. On the way down, Kyle felt the weight on his left side increase a bit. Looking over, he saw J’zmin had pressed up more against him, her arm wrapped up against him. Unsure what to do, he grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

The elevator opened up into the lobby. It was unusually busy. Several groups of people stood around on the dirty white marble linoleum tiles. In the laundry room across from the elevators a couple of middle-aged women were folding clothes as washers noisily tumbled behind them. In both the vending machine area to the left of the elevators and in the central lobby, groups of police officers were interviewing people, some in handcuffs.

Off the far right, about halfway to the main entrance a police officer was talking to a young woman with a baby in her arms and a small girl at her side. Off behind them were the planters of roses and lilacs that decorated the front windows that sandwiched the front doors to the complex. Through the windows and doors, multiple police cars and an ambulance could be scene.

As Kyle stepped out of the elevator he was so distracted by the little girl suddenly breaking free of her mother to run to the window pointing up at the sky to notice that he inadvertently ran J’zmin into the potted rose bush that stood between the elevators or hear the thud and gasp that accompanied it. He failed to notice J’zmin suddenly pulling her arm free of him. He was also looking the wrong direction to see her suddenly tense up her eyes widening as the little girl pointed up at the sky asking loudly “Mommy what’s that?”

What he was not too distracted to notice however was the thorny vine that less than two seconds later suddenly shot along the ground past his foot to wrap around the ankle of the girl, knocking her down and dragging her back. Kyle heard the safeties click off weapons, heard people shout “What in the hell?” and “Hey stop that!” He barely begun his spin to face J’zmin when a fiery mass dropped from the sky striking a police car and causing an explosion so powerful the plate glass doors and windows shattered sending glass into the area the girl had just occupied.

All this had taken less than 5 seconds. The vine released the little girl that was now lying on the floor with a bloody ankle looking in shock at the place she just was in openmouthed shock. Her mother was also looking that direction. “Incoming!” someone shouted as a second meteor-like object struck the parked ambulance turning it into a fireball.

One of the officers dropped the gun he held trained on J’zmin to scoop up the girl, dragging her back into the dubious safety of the elevator. Most of the other people in the lobby also took cover in the snack bar or the laundry room.

The remaining police officers called for backup or requested firefighter support. Several took defensive positions behind what cover they could find or shielding the civilians, drawing and checking weapons. “Think they’re coming for her?” Adam asked Kyle. Kyle could only shrug in reply.

“Probably.”

“She saved my girls life,” the mother stated, clearly still in shock as the officer interviewing her herded her toward the elevator. The shaken woman gave the fairy a grateful look as she knelt down hugging both her baby and her daughter to her. “I am in your debt, miss.”

Kyle followed the woman’s gaze to the J’zmin, belatedly realizing that the fairy had the index finger of her free hand pointed on the rose bush, the tip of it both touching the rose and glowing with lavender light. The rose bush was several times its previous size and had several huge vines sprouting from it. Even as he watched the vines slithered toward the planters digging into the soil. A moment later a thick hedge of rosebushes grew obstructing the windows and doorway only to be incinerated by a third explosion.

Immediately following the third explosion several Fae in dark uniforms came flying through the openings and coming to various landings, some one knee, some on both feet. All were armed with either what looked like bows or guns. One that came through the door appeared to be the leader. He looked past Kyle. “J’zmin, alsthe’a ma’thorae?”

Kyle found himself suddenly jerked back, and suddenly J’zmin was in front of him, her arms spread as if shielding him, though she still clutched her severed wing with her left hand. Her right hand, finger still glowing reached out to grab part of the vine. She entered into a verbal exchange with the other fairy that became almost a shouting match.

Suddenly there were vines everywhere. Vines that were growing, thickening, weaving to form a huge living wall separating the humans, except for Kyle, from the Fae. Kyle began feeling nervous, especially as some of the vines began wrapping around him, one pulling his own gun away from him.

All the while the raven-haired fairy with the severed wing continued her exchange with the male fairy, her face growing red, and anger seeping into her voice. This continued for several tense minutes, made tenser by the fact that the humans behind the wall were obviously scared and frustrated by the still expanding living wall behind him. At last the Male fairy seemed to give in with a shrug barking out something. He and the other Fae lowered their weapons and J’zmin released her grip on the vine to limp over to him.

Looking at Kyle with obvious contempt, the male fairy spoke in thickly accented and almost archaic English. “Human, Thou beist lucky this day. J’zmin states thee has saved her life thrice over. Thus, she argues on thy behalf that thy might continue thy pitiful existence. She also states thou hast given her aid for wounds she sweareth are not of thy making. I have agreed to let thou live in exchange for her canceling her blood-debt to thee. Though should know the name she doth giveth you is not her true name, and thy cannot summon her with it. Know too, that I would have slain thee without her intercession on thy behalf.”

With that the group turned and walked out the door. Two of the fairies supporting J’zmin between them, they took flight leaving a relieved, confused, and tired Kyle behind.

****

Kyle stood on the balcony. Below him lay the normal hustle and bustle in the streets of the ruined city. The sounds of engines, car horns, shouting, and bird chirps all mix to form a kind of symphony. Only the rumble of the warplanes and tanks, and the craters in the streets and buildings spoiled the effect. Feeling naked in just his pants, Kyle took in the scene with a quite, almost resigned sigh.

He could still remember when the city was whole, when his neighborhood was filled with bright, shiny high-rise apartment buildings with shops on the ground floor. He could still remember when the sounds of children laughing, shouting, and playing could be heard coming from balconies, rooftops, and sidewalks. He could remember, but that was all it was, memory. Everything had changed with the return of the multitude of angry races known collectively as the Fae.

Fae like the pretty raven-haired fairy with the blue and black wings that had crashed into the rooftop some three months ago, sheering off one of those wings only to be rescued by what he assumed were her friends or fellow squad members. Sometimes he still wandered about her from time to time. What was her name? Jasmine? No, not quite but that was as close as he could pronounce.

He was dimly aware of a sudden breeze out of nowhere. He heard a slight buzzing and then a soft click behind him. Before he could react, something pressed up against his back and two arms wrapped around him to envelope him in a tight embrace. Silky black hair brushed against his face and down his shoulder and a warm breath played across his ear. “Kyle,” the whisper was tentative, but the emotion behind it was not.

“Jasmine?” His voice squeezed in surprise.

A giggle and a slight brush against his head as he felt her shake her head no. “J’zmin,” her voice was soft, patient. “J’zminnatre” The name seemed to echo in his head and somehow he knew there was power in that word..

“J’zminnatre” He whispered. He felt that power call out to her, saw the slight lavender glow that suddenly emanated both from the arms around his chest and from the corner of his eye on the side her cheek was pressed against. He heard her squeal of delight and then felt himself being spun around. And then he was kissing her.

FF: Cast

Character Cast:

Humans:
Nathan/Nathanial: City boy. Engaged to L’lillianth
Kyle: City dweller. Cop.

Fae:
L’lillianth/ L’lillianthara/Lillian: Fae in the house of House Gossamer. Engaged to Nathan.
T’Floriáll/T’Floriá/Flora: Fae in the house of House Gossamer. Youngest sister to L’lillianth. Flame Fairy.
C’lestria: Fae sworn to the service of House Gossamer. L’lillianth’s handmaid.
Rhaul: Fae sworn to the service of House Gossamer. Lt. in the house guard.
Lady F’Eleanora L’Rissastemyre I’Amorthflame/ L’Rissa: Head of House Gossamer

V’letta: Fae in the house of Ast’raelle. Sworn in service of House Gossamer. Best friend of L’lillianth. Telepathic War Fairy.
Lady Ast’raelle: Head of house Ast’raelle.

J’zminnatre/ J’zmin/Jasmine: Nature Fae.

Friday, December 25, 2009

FF: Christmas Excerpt

The weather had turned colder and it didn’t help that the camp was on an exposed hilltop overlooking the ruined city. Nathan and L’lillianth sat side by side, Nathan’s arm around her shoulder, her head leaning on his. Her wings were furled in tight against the cold and wind, bits of emerald, scarlet, and sapphire glinting off the sun and contrasting to his dark hair and complementing the scarlet of hers.
As I walked up I heard L’lillianth say, “Merry Christmas, love.” She moved slightly and I assumed she was giving him something.
“I didn’t think you celebrated Christmas,” Nathan’s smile was evident in his voice and in the emotions pouring off of him. “But, I got you something too.”
“Well, we predominately worship the goddess, but we recognize Christ too,” L’lillianth replied. “Besides, we—or I should say some of us since our religions are as diverse as humans’ are—believe without him, our Goddess couldn’t have been able to ascend back to heaven, and by extension, neither could the rest of us. It’s really complicated but the long and short of it is, that Christmas is as important to many of us as it is to you.”
I started blushing started to turn around even as I heard rustling and heard her exclaim, “Oh, Nathan! It’s beautiful!” Her emotions of contentment and gratitude and admiration washed over me and I blushed more grateful that no one was able to see my face at the moment.
I felt a similar wash of emotion come from him seconds later and I assumed he had opened his gift as well. “Thank you, Lillian. I love it,” I heard him say.
I quickened my pace away. I should have realized they wanted a private moment when I was told they had come up the hill. I was so anxious to give them my gifts that I didn’t think that maybe they wanted time alone together. Familiar sadness and jealousy bit at me. I didn’t sense anyone else around but still I hid the attempts to brush my tears away by acting as if I was brushing my lavender bangs out of my face. Dafiah it all! I scold myself. Stop begrudging them their happiness. I made up my mind to give them their gifts later.
I was almost out of ear shot when I heard L’lillianth speak up again. “You know, someone’s missing though.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I heard Nathan’s reply as I hurried down the path. I winced. They were referring to L’lillianth’s sister T’Floriá, who had been almost constantly at their side up till the moment she had fallen and been taken away from us. Almost as close a friend to me as L’lillianth, her absence left a deep rift in my heart as well.
So convinced they were referring to T’Floriá that I almost fell when I heard a thought come across my mind. “V’Letta, I know you’re there and I know you can hear me so stop all the pretence, the hiding, and the running away and come here.” I turn around startled and see both Nathan and L’lillianth looking over their shoulders at me expectantly. “Come on, we’re waiting for you!”
I hesitantly make my way back up the path, giving Nathan a suspicious glance. “You told her, didn’t you?” I asked, somewhat hurt.
“Told her what?” He thought back, confused.
“You told her I’m telepathic.”
“No, I made a promise and kept it. Why do you think I told her?” His puzzlement was so genuine; I couldn’t help but believe him.
It was my turn to be confused. “If you didn’t tell her, then who did?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
I was nearly on top of them at this point and as I started to circle around beside them, L’lillianth reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down into her lap with a grin.
“About time you got back here, V’Letta. I’m a little miffed at you for sneaking up and then trying to sneak off. I’m even more miffed that you hid the fact that you’re telepathic from me all these years.” Her green eyes pierced mine and I flinched at the hurt they revealed as her smile disappeared. “You’re my best friend. Why did you hide that from me?”
“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. I saw you together and I decided to head back and wait for you.” I looked away in shame. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was a telepath. I… I didn’t want anyone to know. I was...” I searched for words and found them. “I was scared. I was scared of what you would think of me. I was scared of how you would treat me and act around me. I was scared you would hate me if you found out.”
She looked down at me with sad eyes. “V’Letta, you’re my friend and I love you very much. I always thought you loved me too, until I realized how many really important secrets you kept from me.”
“V’Letta does love you, Lillian. I’ve known that from the time I met her,” Nathan said softly.
“I do, L’lillianth. More then I think you know,” I looked down, blinking to clear some of the tears that fell. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have. I wish I knew who told you though. I’ve only ever told one person and I know they didn’t tell you.”
“No one told me, V’Letta. You gave yourself away, reacting and responding to things that I and Nathanial had never said. When that happened enough, I figured it out.” She hugged me close. “I also am pretty sure Nathan is the person you told by the way he never seemed too surprised by it.” At his worried look she smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry I’m not angry with him, but please no more secrets, okay?”
I nodded. “No more secrets. There’s some things you should know though. About why I joined your house and what happened to my father,” I told her. “I joined your house in the hopes that I could eventually restore my own. And my Father…”
She cut me off. “I always figured that was at least part of why you joined our house, V’Letta. It’s also part of why I hated it; because you shouldn’t have had to. And whatever you have to say about your father can wait.”
She looked over to Nathan who handed her a box. She took it and held it for a moment as he fingered the remains of the collar she had given him nervously. “We have something for you… something a bit more then a Christmas present but before we give it to you, we have a couple of questions for you.” His voice sounded nervous and his thoughts were so conflicted I couldn’t make them out. “The first is do you love “Lillian as much as I do?” he asked.
I blinked. I knew he loved her deeply. I hesitated as I saw both of them were looking at me, waiting for my response and watching my reaction. “I don’t think your love for her can be measured,” I said softly. “But I know you would die for her in a heartbeat without a second thought and that you would do anything to make her happy. I love her too. I would die for her, for either of you in a heartbeat. But I don’t know if I love her any more or less then you do. I don’t know how to measure it.”
He searched my face. “Let me rephrase that. Are you in love with Lillian?”
I blinked. How do you admit you’re in love with your best friend to her fiancé? I looked down and sighed trying to pull away from L’lillianth. “I’m really uncomfortable with the way these questions are going.” I stated.
L’lillianth held me in place and said softly, “Its okay, V’Letta, just answer and be honest. It will be okay I promise, but please answer.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Yes I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with her for years.”
I felt a little bit of jealousy from Nathan, and a little surprise from L’lillianth, but neither said anything for a moment. Instead, Nathan nodded as if something he suspected was just confirmed.
I winced and stiffened, looking away. I tried to get up again but L’lillianth held me in place still, both arms wrapped around me, holding the box Nathan had given her in one hand, the other clasped around her wrist.
Her next question took the fight out of me and made me slump across her arms. I was already crying, but the tears seemed to come even more freely, leaving dents in the snow under us. “And what about Nathanial. Are you in love with him as well?”
The only thing worse then admitting that you’re in love with your best friend in front of her and her fiancé is admitting you’re in love with your best friend’s fiancé in front of both of them. I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. “Yes,” I admitted softly.
This time Nathan was the one that seemed more surprised and L’lillianth a bit jealous, but I sensed something else. I expected them to be mad at me. I even expected that one or both might even hate me for my admissions. What I didn’t expect was to sense a little bit relief and more then a bit of nervousness and fear from both of them. Nor did I expect to have L’lillianth press the box she was holding into my hands and whisper in my ear. “Open it.”
Hesitantly, awkwardly, I opened the box. It was hinged and the inside was lined with black velvet. Lying on the velvet was something that looked like a kind of glove or armband made out of emerald wire. In the center of that sat a ring that looked almost identical to the one that L’lillianth wore, only instead of bits of emerald surrounding the diamond, it was bits of amethyst.
It took me a minute to realize the significance to these gifts. When I did my eyes went wide as I looked up into first Nathan’s eyes and then L’lillianth’s. Both had too many emotions and thoughts running through them for me to be able to tell what they were feeling or thinking, but their faces were both expectant as I looked back and forth between them speechless.
After a few seconds I found my voice. “Are you sure? This isn’t… it has been ages since… I mean are you sure?”
It was Nathan that spoke first very quietly as he reached out and took my hand. “We’re sure. Lillian and I talked this over for quite a while. It was her idea, but I agree with it. The question is how do you feel about it?”
I looked over to L’lillianth and saw her nod. “It’s up to you. We won’t force you if this is not what you want.”
I looked down at the glove and took a few ragged breaths as I tried to get my thoughts in order. Finally, I slid the gifts on, first the glove then the ring. “I… I will make yours as soon as I can,” I stuttered completely overcome. Tears were still flowing, but they were tears of happiness.
“I don’t know I can ever really be able to fulfill your needs sexually,” L’lillianth directed her thoughts to me. “But we both love you with all our hearts and if its possible to be in love with you without being attracted sexually to you I am. But if you give me time maybe I can try.”
“I will never ask more then you can give. Just knowing you love me is enough. I’ll not touch Nathan either if you wish me not to.”
“He will be your husband as much as he is mine, silly. Do what you want with him. I’ll be a little jealous, at least at first but I’ll get over it. It’s between you and me that might be the problem. I’m not the least into other women. I just know I love you and am worried that I will disappoint you.”
L’lillianth embraced me into a tight hug. “Merry Christmas,” she purred.
Nathan shifted so he could wrap his arms around the both of us. “Merry Christmas,” he echoed.
I directed my thoughts to them both. “Well if I am going to be your wife, it’s only fair you both know my true name, especially since I know both of yours. My true name is actually a human name. I am Violet.” I couldn’t see their smiles, but I could feel them even as I heard myself whisper. “Merry Christmas.”

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Nya's Story: ch2 (still unfinished)

After they left the hanger, Kilan started to lead the young girl toward his home but suddenly made a detour into a seedy shop. From the outside the shop looked like any other pawn shop in the spaceport, but inside the shop was filled with new or carefully restored jumpsuits, vacuum suits, and weapons.

Kilan smiled down at the girl as he selected a couple of adjustable jumpsuits that looked about her size. “Say what’s your name anyways?”

The girl didn’t even look up as she replied, “Nyadass’tic”

“Nya? That’s a pretty name. Nya, do you know how to use a blaster?”

The young Twi’lik blinked and looked up shaking her head no.

“How about a vibro-blade?”

This time the girl nodded.

Kilan looked over several vibro-blades selecting a twin set that he liked the balance of. He also selected a set of blasters that came with a small but rugged black leather holster. He paid for the jumpsuits and weaponry before handing the vibro-blades to the girl. “Take these. If anyone tries to hurt you and you can’t get away—even me—use these. I’ll teach you how to use a blaster later.”

Nya looked up at Kilan confused ans suspicious. Hesitantly, she reached out to take the blades, her small hands shaking nervously. She looked back and forth between the female shopkeeper who smiled at her and Kilan who stood there impassive watching her. When her hands closed around the blades she tucked them into the sleeves of her simple tunic and out of sight.

Kilan nodded approvingly, and held out his hand invitingly. “Ready to go?”

She nodded and hesitantly took his hand, though she kept looking at him suspiciously.

He led her through the small area of shops and cantinas and through the corridors that connected the main pod of the spaceport and the residential pod he lived in.

At the end of a corridor, an airlock led to an area of open air under a huge nearly transparent bubble like canopy that held in the atmosphere. Inside the bubble smaller bubbles and collections of bubbles dotted the otherwise featureless ground. Some were shops, one some kind of repair center, another obviously a brothel, but many were much smaller and more haphazardly put together.

Kilan led Nya to one of the later, a structure that looked like three grey bubbles had been overlapped and merged with an airlock tacked in the middle for good measure. Kilan entered a code into the keypad by the airlock and the outer door opened.

Once the computer determined the pressure inside the building and inside the airlock were equalized and the inner door opened, Kilan and Nya were standing in a mostly round room that seemed to be a combination kitchen, living room, and study. Doors led off to each side and to the back.

Kilan led Nya to the door on the right which opened into a bedroom. “Refresher is through the middle door in the common room. This was my parent’s room. It’s now yours. Sorry it isn’t really appealing, but we can redecorate it for you over time. Feel free to set the locks when you’re in here. I’ll show you how to program the latch if you want. Otherwise just hit the delta key. My room is across from yours if you need anything.”

He turned to go when Nya hesitantly spoke up. “Why?”

Kilan turned around. “Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?”

Kilan sighed. “I couldn’t just leave you there in the hanger. I know what the people that would have bought you would have done.”

She cocked her head, her eyes watching his. “You bought me, will you do the same things?”

Kilan met her gaze unflinchingly. “Would you honestly believe me if I said no?”

Nya hesitated then finally replied, “Probably not.”

“Then there’s not much point in me answering is there?” He walked out of the room. “Dinner will be at eight,” he stated just as the door sealed behind him.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Roses and Fangs: ch. 2. Broken Paths pt. 2.

It was Kara’s turn to sigh.
“I didn’t know in kindergarten, I learned what you were the day we kissed. I didn’t want to remain your friend after that. But you’ve always been very persistent, and I’ll admit you’ve been a good friend, but now you know what I am and it is time to accept that being friends is a childhood fantasy.”
Sam hung his head resting his chin in his hands as he tried to think of how to put his feelings into words. He started to open his mouth when a shadow fell across him and Kara.
“I was right it is you,” the dark haired woman stated as both Sam and Kara looked up. Taking a cross legged seat facing them, Jacqueline smiled nervously. “I thought I was losing my mind again for a minute.”
“No office, but we’re in the middle of a private conversation,” Kara tried to smile but couldn’t quite bring herself to do so. “Maybe we can talk another time?”
“Oh, sorry,” Jacqueline leaned back, “Well, um, I’ll let you two talk then, but I just wanted to thank you for saving my life.” She moved to get up.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sam said getting to his feet before Jacqueline could reach hers. “I think we have said all there is to say.” He offered Jacqueline a weak smile. “And I’m just glad we were there to help.” With that, he walked away.
Kara watched him leave. When he was out of sight she sighed again and looked down, a couple tears falling down her cheek. “Damn it all anyway,” she muttered.
“Uh, it’s probably not my business, but are you okay?” Jacqueline fidgeted feeling a little uncomfortable seeing the redheaded woman crying.
Kara motioned for Jacqueline to take the seat Sam had just vacated. “Not really. I just broke his heart for the umpteenth time, and it never gets any easier. But he doesn’t understand that we’re just too different,” She explained. “I hate this.”
“Do these differences have anything to do with that dog trick you did and the fact that guy could throw a bigger man like twenty feet without effort?” Jacqueline asked softly.
Kara flinched and nodded. “Yes, except that it is wolf not dog.”
“Sorry, I don’t really know the difference between wolves and dogs. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“It’s alright. But you probably shouldn’t talk about this too much.”
“Around here?” Jacqueline chuckled and gestured. “Everyone will just assume I’m either talking about some book or D&D game.”
Kara shook her head. “There’s a few that might not, and those are the ones you need to worry about.”
Jacqueline blinked as sudden insight hit her. Her voice dropped to an awed whisper. “That wasn’t a trick was it? The wolf thing, I mean. You really did turn into a wolf.” At the redhead’s resigned nod she continued, “And the guy that just left, he can do that too?”
“No, and that’s the problem,” Kara shook her head. “Sam is a vampire. Traditionally our kinds are mortal enemies.”
“Vampire? As in suck your blood vampire?”
“Yes.”
“I thought vampires were supposed to only come out at night or they would burn up or something.” Jacqueline looked confused.
“Some do, but some, like Sam are what’s called day walkers. The sun doesn’t bother them, and they can eat real food, but they are weaker then the others.”
“Ah, okay, I think I understand it now. So you are some kind of werewolf and Sam is a day walker but he likes you even though you’re supposed to be enemies.”
Kara shook her head. “Not exactly. Vampires and werewolves are generally enemies. We just have a truce to avoid open warfare because we decimated each other in the last real war. But Sam and I were friends, really good friends before he knew what I was and even though I knew what he was since we were thirteen, I was careless and let him fall in love with me.”
“You let him fall in love with you? I’m not exactly the best person on relationships, obviously, but I don’t think you can control who a person falls in love with.” Jacqueline shook her head. “Hell, I’m not even sure we can control who we fall in love with.”
Kara shrugged, “If I hadn’t relented and remained his friend even though I knew what he was he wouldn’t have had the chance to fall for me.”
“And you know this for a fact? Look I realize I don’t know either of you real well, but what if he was already in love with you back then?”
Kara blinked and shook her head. “That’s impossible. We were only thirteen.”
This time it was Jacqueline who shrugged. “My grandparents met when they were eight and nine, and married at fifteen and sixteen. I fell in love and had my first relationship at fourteen. It turned out to be a disaster but still doesn’t change the fact I was in love.”
Kara sighed, “Even if you’re right, it doesn’t change anything. I still should have just walked away when I learned what he was. It would have spared him allot of pain.”
“You like him don’t you?”
The question took Kara off guard. “Well, yeah, it’s hard to be friends for so long and not like a person.”
Jacqueline shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.”
Kara looked down. “Yeah, I know. Yes, I like him. I like him allot. But there are too many reasons why it won’t work starting with the fact that a lot of vampires and werewolves alike would kill us both just for trying.”
Jacqueline sucked in her breath. “And he knows this?”
“If he doesn’t he should.” Kara looked up. “It’s practically ingrained into our heads by our parents and our pack or clan leaders.”
“Then assuming he knows this, what does that tell you?”
“That he is either the biggest idiot out there or that he doesn’t care.”
“I just met you, but you don’t strike me as the type to be friends with a total idiot.”
“No, Sam’s not an idiot,” Kara sighed, “It would be easier if he was.”
“So the fact he either isn’t scared that your,” Jacqueline paused to search for the word she wanted, “races will try and kill you both, or else he loves you so much that he’s willing to take the chance scares you.”
“More then you could possibly know.”
“Because you’re afraid of dying or because he loves you so much?”
Kara looked down studying the grass as she thought about it.
“Both really. I’m not sure I love him enough to be able to risk dying to be together.”
Jacqueline was about to say something when the alarm on her watch went off. She patted Kara’s shoulder gently. “Sorry I have to get to class, but I’m in third floor Marycrest if you want to talk later. Just look for the door that says Jackie and Elise on it. Thanks again for saving my life.” She grabbed her bag and ran off to class as Kara just nodded.

***

She found him studying some pictures hanging in the display case outside one of the art labs. He noted her reflection in the glass and tightened his hand around the strap to his backpack. He didn’t look at her.
She looked at the picture he was looking at, a pastel of a wolf skulking through a field of rose bushes. She somehow found that fitting. She reached up and pointed to it. She realized she was trembling. “I like that one. It’s pretty.”
He nodded.
“Yours?”
He nodded again.
“Is that supposed to be her?”
He nodded a third time.
She took a deep breath. “You know they will hunt you down?”
He nodded a fourth time. “Some will. Not as many as you might think, but yes some will.”
She smiled. It was a tight worried smile, but a smile just the same. “I always did kind of like her. I have your back. You know that right?”
“Thank you. That means allot to me.”
She patted his shoulder then turned, her long stilettos somehow making no sound as she walked away.

***

Jacqueline sat at her desk barely hearing the lecture as she scribbled notes down. Her thoughts were distracting her. At least now I know I’m not crazy. I really did see her transform into a wolf that day. She startled as she heard the professor asking her a question.
“Uh, I’m sorry, what was the question?”
The professor, a middle aged woman with a hint of grey showing in her dark hair was slightly leaning over the desk. “I asked if you were feeling okay Jackie. Class ended ten minutes ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I just have a lot on my mind.” Jacqueline hurriedly gathered up her things.
“Jackie, you know I live down near Oxford right? I read about what happened to you. If you need to talk my door is always open.”
“Thank you, but I’m alright.” Jacqueline lied, heading out the door and leaving a worried professor staring after her.
I’m not sure how much I should be relieved I’m not crazy after all, She thought to herself as she headed to her dorm. Although they seem nice enough and they did save my life, it is scary to know that this Sam guy really is a vampire and she is really a werewolf and that they could kill me without even breaking a sweat. Still, scary as it might be, they seem nice and they are the first people that ever gave a damn about me even if it was only for a few minutes.
She reached the dorm, went through the lobby to the elevator taking it to her floor. When she got to her door she saw a note taped to it.
“Jackie, it was nice to see you again. I’m sorry I wasn’t much company. Thank you for talking to me earlier and for your kind offer. I realize now I need to face some things. Take care of yourself, and I hope to see you around, Kara.”
For some reason she couldn’t explain, the note made Jacqueline feel better. Smiling she unlocked the door, pulled he note down, and walked into her room. Collapsing onto the bed for a quick nap her last thought was Maybe my life is finally getting better.

***

She found him studying some pictures hanging in the display case outside one of the art labs. He noted her reflection in the glass and tightened his hand around the strap to his backpack. He didn’t look at her.
She looked at the picture he was looking at, a pastel of a wolf skulking through a field of rose bushes. She somehow found that fitting. She reached up and pointed to it. She realized she was trembling. “I like that one. It’s pretty.”
He nodded.
“Yours?”
He nodded again.
“I always did like your work.” She hesitated then
He nodded a third time. A flicker of a smile crossed his face for a second then disappeared. He fidgeted.
She took a deep breath. “You know I don’t want to hurt you right? You know I do like you.”
He nodded a fourth time. “I know. It doesn’t make it any easier but I know.”
She smiled. It was a sad worried smile, but a smile just the same. “I’m scared. I’m not as strong as you, but I don’t want to keep hurting you. Give me a few days, alright? I promise I’ll either stop running, or I’ll be gone from your life for good so you don’t keep getting hurt. One way or another I’ll figure this out within a few days.” She paused then finally admitted. “Whatever I decide, do know I do love you. I guess maybe I always have.”
“Thank you. That means allot to me.”
She patted his shoulder then turned, her long stilettos clicking on the tile as she walked away.

***

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Nya's Story: ch1

The system was so small and unimportant it didn't even rate a name on the official Imperial star maps, just a letter and a numeric designation; M12943. The system consisted of five planetoids, an asteroid belt, and a small yellow star all of which contained nothing of note or value. The sole redeeming feature of the system was located on one of the two moons of the second outermostplanetoid; a single spaceport.
A relic of a failed colony on that moon, the dingy, rundown spaceport survived as a smuggling den and trading outpost for some of the moderately unsavory characters in the galaxy. Prostitutes, thieves, murderers, assassins, smugglers, pirates, slavers, and the occasional minor warlord passed through the port, never staying longer then it took to unload and take on cargo, refuel and repair, or meet contacts. Space hands, mechanics, and bounty hunters tended to stick around a bit longer as they negotiated for employment, gambled in one of thecantinas or sought entertainment in one of the handful of brothels.
The only ones that stick around, here are the slaves who have no choice, and the hundred or so families and couple hundred loners like me that make our livings from spaceport traffic, Kilan thought to himself as he looked around the grimy hanger. Carrying a datapad in his left hand, and resting his right on his blaster holster, he made his way past the row of shuttles and freighters that teemed with activity. I wonder if this will turn out to be another waste of time, or if this cargo shuttle will actually be semi-flyable.
Despite owning a small cargo shuttle from which he made his living shuttling cargo and passengers to and from ships to big to land at the spaceport, Kilan had been saving since his parents death for a hyper-capable shuttle from which to expand his business and perhaps earn enough to immigrate to one of the thousands of other worlds. Word had gotten around that one of the smugglers had gotten a hold of aLamda class shuttle and wanted to unload it quickly and cheaply and Kilan intended to be one of the first to make a bid--if the ship was actually flyable.
A whimpering loud enough to be heard over the spaceport's hustle and bustle distracted him from his musings. Looking around he quickly found the source coming from the direction of a Corellian freighter that looked like it had recently been in a firefight.
A young girl stared wide-eyed out from between the bars of the cage sitting near the ramp of the Corellian freighter. Tears stains ran down her blue-grey cheeks and her lekku hung limply over her shoulders twitching a little in fear anytime anyone approached. A man walked down the ramp of the freighter with a datapad in hand and noticing the girl peering out of her cage, pulled a batton from his belt and hit the cage loud enough that the sound of metal striking metal rang out over the entire hanger. "Shut up or I'll give you something to cry about. Sithspawn, you're giving me a headache."
Kilan walked over spreading his hands to show he meant no harm. "Something wrong?" he asked.
The man looked over to Kilan and shook his head. "No, nothing other then this little Twi'lek bitch making so much noise." He looked over to the caged girl. "Don't think just because they didn't take you yet that you're getting a reprieve. They will be back to take you to the auction soon."
I can't let this girl go to the auctions, Kilan thought to himself. The very fact she's too young to serve as much of a worker will make her attractive as a pleasure slave to some of the more sick bidders. "How much you want for her?" he asked.
The man looked the cage over then looked at Kilan with new interest. "Well, we were gonna start her bidding at the same price as her sister who we already took to the auctions; Six thousand Imperial credits."
Sithspawn, this slaver obviously was thinking along the same thoughts I was, only he intended to make a profit. Kilan brought up his balance on his datapad and hesitated briefly. "What do you say I give you ten thousand and we forget the auction?"
"I would say make it twelve thousand and you have yourself a slave," The slaver smiled.
"Done." Kilan instigated the credit transfer to the account the slaver gave him, while the slaver filed the necessary forms and attached a collar and leash to the girl.
"Pleasure doing business with you," the slaver smiled as he handed the leash of the now shaking girl to Kilan.
Well so much for buying a new shuttle, Kilan thought to himself, but I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I stood by and did nothing. Besides, it will only take me a few years to be able to afford a cheap shuttle again. He tried to offer the girl a reassuring smile. "Come on, lets get you home where its safe."
Trembling she nodded and followed him. The tears that flowed down her eyes the entire way wrenched at his heart.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Nya's Story: Author's Notes

Up until the Dark Tide and subsequent story lines (including the prequills) I loved the universe of the Star Wars novels. I loved the novels by Timothy Zahn and especially the X-Wing series. Among the Star Wars universe, one of the things I loved the most were the rich and incredible differences between the varied alien races such as the Twi'lek, the Bothans, the Ewoks, and the Mon Calamari. In the movies they began to explore these differences, but it was really the novels that made them so incredibly rich; culturally, biologically, and psychologically.
The Twi'lek race in particular is incredibly facinating with thier history of slavery (often sold into such by members of thier own, as well as a rich hisotry as traders and even as warriors. The orriginal trilogy forever cemented the idea of the Twi'lek slave girl as one of he most erotic, graceful, and desireable creatures in the Star Wars universe as much as the orriginal Star Trek series did with Orian slave girl.
In the novels nearly all the slaves and former slaves really hated (and rightfully so), thier slavery, but I've always wondered, what it would be like if perhaps a slave came to love her master so much that when the time of her freedom came, either she would fight to stay his slave, or be destroyed by the freedom. Hence the story,

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Roses and Fangs: ch. 2. Broken Paths.

Chapter Two: Broken Paths
It was late august and it was only two weeks into the new school year. Sam snuck a peak over at Kara just as the bell rang. He suppressed a sigh as she jammed her books into her bag and darted out the door. He knew better then to chase her, he tried that before and it only caused her to get upset and tell him to leave her alone.
He had chased her after class, calling her name and grabbing her by the arm. She had turned around glaring at him. “Let go of me Sam.”
“I just want to talk”
“I already said everything I had to say to you. Just leave me alone, I mean it,” Kara had pulled her arm away. “Please, Sam, for both our sakes just leave me alone.”
He had let go of her and watched as she hurried down the hall and out the doors.
Other then that, they hadn’t spoken since that day in the woods, not even when they were both called before the grand jury on the same day. He wound up skipping out on the fraternity dance claiming the stress from those events was just too much, but really he just didn’t feel like attending when things were so bad between him and Kara. It had been a shock to find out she was a werewolf, but it didn’t bother him the way his being a vampire seemed to bother her and it frustrated him she was avoiding him.
Dejectedly he packed his own books and headed out of the building. The plaza just outside the building was fairly packed so he was about to head over to the union when he noticed Kara sitting off to one side, plugged into her mp3 player and looking over a text book.
He hesitated for a minute then walked over to where Kara was sitting. He hovered for a moment trying to gather his thoughts.
“I can tell you’re behind me Sam. I thought I told you to leave me alone.” Kara tapped her nose, not looking up. “I have a good nose, remember?”
“Sorry. Look, I know you don’t have anything to say to me, but I have some things I need to say and didn’t get the chance to. May I please have a seat so I can say them now?”
“Would it make any difference if I said no?” She asked tiredly.
“Yes,” Sam replied, the disappointment readily apparent in his voice.
Kara sighed and patted the ground next to her, turning off the mp3 player. “You have two minutes. After that, I head my way, you head yours. Agreed?”
Sam nodded as he took a seat, “Agreed.”
“Alright, so talk,” Kara looked at him trying, unsuccessfully, not to flinch as his eyes met hers and the telltale change occurred.
Sam noticed the flinch and winced. “Kara, I didn’t know you were a were until you showed me, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you. I do not understand why you are so afraid of me. I would never hurt you. I care too much about you to hurt you. I wish you would understand that.” He looked at her and shook his head then turned away starting to get up.
He felt a hand grab his arm and pull him back down. “It’s not so much that I’m afraid of you. It’s more I am afraid of what you are. Even if you don’t hurt me, one of your kind, maybe even your family, will. Its better we go our own ways. We should have in kindergarten.” Kara’s voice was soft.
“Kara the Kindred wars ended before we were born,” Sam sighed. “And if you knew what I was since kindergarten why did you continue to be my friend?”
It was Kara’s turn to sigh.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Roses and Fangs: ch. 1. Blood and Fangs pt3.

Faster then either Sam or Kara would have thought possible, the place was flooding with rangers, deputies, and evidence technicians. Sam, Jacqueline, and Kara were each separated as deputies took their statements. As each gave their statement, one of the officers, a gentleman with rugged looks and graying hair stopped to listen to each interview, starting with Jacqueline and ending with Kara.

As Kara wrapped up giving her statement, and answered the deputy’s questions, the man looked over the statement and then dismissed the deputy. Squatting down next to Kara he smiled and offered his hand. “Sheriff Richardson,” he introduced himself, “Though most around here call me Joe.”

Kara tentatively took his hand and shook it, surprised a little at the strength of his squeeze. “Kara Stevens.”

“Well, Ms. Stevens, to me it seems pretty clear that this is a case of self defense on everyone’s part. Charley boy over there,” he pointed to the body, “was a known troublemaker and hothead, and so far everything seems to match your stories, though we won’t know for sure for a few more weeks.

“Here’s what I think will happen, if the evidence collaborates your stories; I think in a couple weeks you’ll be called before a jury, maybe even a grand jury, you’ll tell what happened same as you told us, and then answer a few questions and that will be the end of this.”

Kara nodded then asked, “No trials?”

Sheriff Richardson shook his head. “No, I don’t think there will be any trials unless we find something major to counter your story.”

The sheriff started to rise then seemed to change his mind. “There is one thing though.”

Kara froze then slowly turned to face the sheriff. “Oh?”

“Most of the others can’t read the signs, but I don’t think it was any dog that did in Charley’s wrist. I think it was a wolf; a very special kind of wolf, if you get my meaning.”

“I... I don’t think I do.” Kara tried to keep her voice even, but her heart started pounding.

The sheriff gave a grandfatherly smile and patted her back as he dropped his voice so only the two of them could hear. “I think it was a werewolf, in fact I think it was you that bit his wrist.” He smiled and winked. As soon as the wink ended his eyes flashed golden and his pupils momentarily turned catlike.

Kara stiffened and started to jump up but a hand grabbed her shoulder. “Relax, yes, I’m what you think I am, but I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I think I want to go home now, if I’m allowed that is.” Kara stated nervously.

Sheriff Richardson blinked. “Of course you’re allowed.

He stood up and called out, “Davis, Riley.” Almost immediately two deputies walked over. The first was a sandy haired female with a petite but powerful frame. Behind her followed a brunette male that looked like an ex-marine, stocky and confident. “Please escort Ms. Stevens home. I think I managed to scare her more then I ever intended.”

“Of course sir,” The blond stated. She smiled at Kara and Kara was a little relieved and confused when the deputies eyes turned golden and the pupils expanded into dark brown orbs that almost matched her own for that split second. Kara was equally confused when the other deputy’s eyes did the same and remained so when the blonde offered her hand to help Kara up. “Let’s get you home, dear. And don’t worry about the Sheriff. He’s a really a softy under all that gruffness.”

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Roses and Fangs: ch. 1. Blood and Fangs pt2.

She heard the sound of his neck breaking. Walking over she could tell immediately he was dead. His head hung to the side at an unnatural angle, a trickle of blood came down his nose, and his chest was still. Looking closer she noticed that not only was his neck broken, but that part of his skull was caved in.

Sam went over and knelt down beside the body and cursed as he checked for a pulse. “I didn’t mean to kill him,” he said softly. Looking at the bite marks on the man’s wrist he frowned. “If anyone sees this, I think we should say we had a dog with us that attacked when he saw the knife,” he remarked letting the wrist drop.

Giving her head a shake, Kara headed back to where her jeans were and then dragged them a bit into the woods. She went back and grabbed her socks and shoes. When everything was in a pile, she changed, dressed, and walked back to the path. Sam was still hovering over the body. The girl was seated where Kara had left her, hugging her knees to her chin and shaking. Kara glanced at Sam for a few moments then crouched down next to the girl.

“It’s okay, he can’t hurt you,” Kara said softly. When the girl didn’t respond, she tried a new tactic. “My name is Kara. What’s yours?”

“Jacqueline,” the shaking girl stated, without looking up. Instead, if anything she appeared to shrink in tighter tilting her head so her long dark hair spilled down over her knees.

“Jacqueline, that’s a pretty name,” Kara tried to sooth her. Before she could get any further she heard someone approaching along the path in a brisk pace.

“I think there are some people ahead,” a man’s voice reached her ears. “Maybe, they heard something.”

Sam stepped back behind a larger tree just as two men in ranger uniforms came into view. They spotted the girls and stopped. “Pardon me, ladies, but we received a report that someone needed help, have you seen anything out of the ordinary?”

Jacqueline raised her left hand slightly as Kara pointed first to her, then over to the body, “I think she was attacked by that man. When she got to us, he attacked us.”

“Us?” the ranger looked around, then frowned as Sam stepped out from behind the tree he was hiding behind.

“My friend Sam and I were out walking our dog,” Kara cast a glare at Sam.

“Sorry, I didn’t know if you were with that guy or not.” Sam mentioned as the second ranger walked over eyeing Sam suspiciously while his partner stepped back keeping everyone in clear sight.

The ranger knelt down and felt for the pulse then reached for his radio calling in that they found the source of the 911 call and that they had a dead body. He then stood and faced Sam. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you and the girls to all stay together till the Sheriff gets here.”

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Roses and Fangs: ch. 1. Blood and Fangs

It was late fall and the leaves that were still in the trees had long since turned colors and were hanging on only by the grace of God. It was a little chilly, the breeze cutting through Houston Woods feeling like ice against the skin. Still, the place brought comfort to Kara, which was good cause she needed all the comfort she could get.
"Sam, we've been over this before. Please drop it," she sighed pushing past him wanting to be back on the trial.
He reached out and grabbed her arm spinning her back towards him. "It's the homecoming dance, and I need a date or they may not let me into the fraternity. It doesn't have to be a real date, but please Kara, there's no one else I can ask."
"There's plenty you could ask. Alicia from CORE, Kristin from geology, Denice from Physics. I'd ask Alicia if I were you. She has a real thing for you, you know," Kara turned to face him, trying to shrug out of his grasp. "The answer is still no. It will always be no. It has to be no." She sighed again looking at the ground, her frustration building.
"I don't even like Alicia. I can't ask someone I don't like. And I have never understood why we can't even go to a dance as friends let alone do anything remotely close to a date," Sam looked at her, running his free hand through his brown hair, frustrated himself.
"You know why," she replied.
"No I don't. Ever since that time we kissed in middle school you've kept me at a distance, pushing me away every time we somehow cross some line or other you've set without even bothering to tell me what that line is." He paused briefly, lowering his voice a bit. "That kiss is still the best I ever had."
"That's not fair," Kara blinked at the tears that came from the unexpected reference and revelation that blindsided her. "That's not fair. You can't use that kiss that way."
"Why not? Hell ever since that kiss you have barely looked at me, and we have been best friends since kindergarten." He reached for her chin gently trying to lift her face so he could look into her eyes. "Can you really look me in the eyes and tell me that kiss meant nothing to you?"
Kara closed her eyes as she felt her chin being lifted. Her heart raced and she began shaking in fear. She had known this moment would eventually come, but she still wasn't ready for it and it terrified her. "No, I can't," she said softly.
"Then please tell me, what changed... tell me why you keep pushing me away," his voice was soft, pleading and it tore through her.
"You already know," she said softly, tears dripping from her face onto his hands.
"No, I don't, but I want to," he answered, softly, firmly, but still a hint of pleading in his voice. He could smell her frustration, and worse her terror, the terror that always came when he seemed to get to close to her. He never understood this terror and his frustration had reached the breaking point.
She hesitated. Maybe he really didn't know. She considered this for a few seconds and decided that it explained some things about the way he had behaved over the years. "Alright, maybe you don't know. You're better off not knowing then."
"No, I am not better off not knowing, I'm tired of trying to guess what lines you've set, and why you've set them. I'm tired of my best friend unable or unwilling to look me in the eyes and tell me what the hell is wrong with me that she has to push me away." Sam realized he was squeezing her chin a bit with his frustration and anger and let go. "Sorry."
"Are you really sure you want to know? Everything will change. Everything." She gripped his hand as it dropped for a second squeezing it to show she accepted his apology before slowly stepping back one step to give herself room. Gently but firmly she brushed away the hand that still held her arm. She opened her eyes partway looking at him from beneath lashes covered with now clumpy black mascara.
With his "yes" she swallowed and opened her eyes looking directly into his for the first time in nearly six years. It took every bit of willpower to overcome the instinctive terror that accompanied the moment when their eyes locked and for a split second his blue eyes turned golden and the pupil narrowed to a cat-like slit. She braced herself to run as she watched his reaction as her own eyes answered with a flash of their own.
Sam stared in shock as Kara's eyes momentarily turned from green to golden, her pupils dilating and seeming to swallow all but a slim sliver of color before returning to their normal state. He rocked back, sucking in his breath as dormant instincts surfaced for a second bringing both a rage and a fear intrinsic to his very being. He pushed those feelings back as fast as they rose, letting his breath out in a long slow burst.
He looked at her, and recognized she was about to run. A small part of him, cried for him to attack her, but he shoved that aside and his next instinct was to pull her in for a kiss. He dismissed that idea quickly, as well.
Instead reached out gently taking her hands gently but firmly. "So?"
Kara was prepared to run, prepared to die, even resigned to the fact she probably would die. However, his taking her hands the way he did confused her and through her off guard. "What do you mean 'so'?" she snapped. "You're a vampire, and I'm a werewolf. I'm worse then nothing to your kind. A beast to put down before I have the chance to become dangerous." The words poured from her with more venom then she intended. The moment both more terrifying and more heart-wrenching then she had expected. She tried to pull away.
"You are not a beast," Sam felt her start to pull away again, and used his strength to pull her into a hug instead. "You are not a beast. You are my best friend."
Before she could reply, distant noises caught both of their attention. The sounds of heavy breathing; twigs, brush, and branches snapping; the rustling of two very different kinds of clothing rustling.
Kara and Sam pulled apart and turned as a young woman came crashing through the the thickest part of the woods, heedless of the branches that got in her way stinging her legs, arms and face. She wasn't dressed for the woods, instead looking more like she was dressed for an office job or a class, but her blouse and skirt were disheveled.
Behind her trailed a young man in jeans and denim jacket over a t-shirt. "Get back here bitch!" he yelled as he chased after her.
The woman spotted Kara and Sam only when she was within a dozen yards of them. "Please help me, he tried to rape me!" She panted, as she fell into Kara's waiting arms.
Kara quickly spun the girl around behind her and let her down next to a tree before turning herself to face the oncoming man as Sam moved to intercept him.
"Outta the way, the bitch is mine," the man growled attempting to push past Sam.
"Oh really, is that why she's running from you?" Sam asked as he moved directly to block the man again as he stepped onto the path.
"She's running from me because she's been a bad girl. It's time for her to go home where she belongs. Come on baby, lets go home," the man called over to the girl looking over Sam's shoulder.
"He's lying, I don't live with him. This was supposed to be our first date but he drove us out here and tried to rape me," the girl countered.
"Don't worry, you're safe," Kara tried to reassure the girl, not taking her eyes off the man.
"Leave. Now." Sam reached out, turned the man around and shoved him a good ten feet back into the woods. The man took thirty or so steps then suddenly turned around and started running toward Sam even as Sam started walking back toward the women.
"Sam he's got a knife!" Kara screamed, as she saw the man closing in on Sam. She ran a few steps then jumped. Her shoes, and jeans slid off as her legs thinned and shortened. The rest of her clothes managed to somehow stay on even as she landed as a reddish haired wolf but tangled and dragged on the ground as she ran, nearly tripping her as she leaped at the man.
It was a close moment. He was drawing back his right arm as he lunged at Sam with his left. Her muzzle closed around the man's forearm shattering the bone as she clamped down. She felt other bones dislocate and snap even as she let go landing and rolling out of the way as Sam reached out grabbed the man and tossed him. She watched the man's look of horror as he sailed twenty feet through the air and crashed into a tree head first. She heard the sound of his neck breaking.

Roses and Fangs: Prologue

It was a sunny day late in the afternoon and school had been out for a couple of hours. Their backpacks tossed on the back porch, the two thirteen year olds sat underneath the shade of one of the trees laughing as they playfully tossed sticks at each other and laughed at shared inside jokes and school goings-on the way only the best of friends do. The girl tossing her dark red hair a bit, then scrunching her nose as a twig bounced off her cheek.
"Did you hear Jason and Trisha got caught kissing in the art room during recess?" she asked as she flung the twig back at him hitting him in the chin.
"Yeah, kinda gross if you ask me. Why would anyone want to kiss?" he searched around for a slightly larger twig and finding one proceeded to toy with it, contemplating where to aim his next throw.
"Oh, I don't know," she blushed slightly, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be kissed."
Startled the boy lost his concentration and the twig fell through his fingers. "Really? Well, um... we... if you want... I mean..." he stuttered glancing her way.
"Sure!... if you don't mind that is," she replied blushing a bit more.
"Um yeah, okay," he moved toward her.
The kiss was a little awkward, as many first kisses are, involving some adjusting as noses squished together, and lips learned to line up. In the end, though, it was a good kiss, a simple sweet kiss that left both a little happier when they pulled back. Then she opened her eyes.
She looked into his eyes the way she had done a thousand times before. This time though something was different. It was only a split second, a flash of light in his eyes that could have been dismissed as a trick of the light and it frightened her o the core.
Every instinct in her told her to run, and she did, grabbing her backpack off the porch before disappearing around the side of the house. She didn't stop running till she reached her home and the waiting arms of her mother, sobbing quietly.
Not once did she look back to see the bewildered boy get to his feet and stare after her, not even when he called out "Kara wait! Kara!" Nor did she notice the figure watching from just inside the back door, eyes narrowing at the scene, the look changing from concern to hatred in a second.

Roses and Fangs: Prestory notes

There are so many vampire and werewolf stories out there it is hard to be entirely creative when it comes to putting together a totally new myth system or entirely avoid having similar plots. Most authors that write about either or both, regardless of genre (fantasy, romance, science fiction, or manga), don't even try. I myself often mix a one or more of the following myths into my view of werewolves and vampires; Vampire the Masquerade and its spin offs, Dungeons and Dragons vs. 2-3.5, and Underworld. I do however also sometimes subscribe to the idea of Daywalkers, a kind of vampire that can withstand daylight with few if any adverse effects, and of other kinds of were creatures such as werelions, werecats and the like.
Obviously, I cannot help but be influenced by authors such as Salvatore, Tolkien, Galen, Briggs, and others.
Similarly, plot lines in werewolf/vampire tales often are influenced heavily by each other. The "forbidden" romance between a werewolf and a vampire, for example, is one of the more common plots or subplots in this form of literature, and one I have long wanted to explore myself...

Introduction

A long time ago I had a LiveJournal account and a shared blog there where I and others posted stories and poems. On both my personal and the shared journal, I posted some poems, short stories, and bits of some longer stories I've worked on off and on there. Sadly the shared journal died when I let my LJ die. Recently, I found I missed writing and with all the ideas that fly though my brain, I decided to regain that practice. Who knows, if I can figure out my old passwords to LJ, I may even someday import or copy some of my older work here, or possibly revise/reprise them instead. Either way I hope this blog will be a fun place for anyone that comes across it. So welcome to my imagination, as weird, scary, or perverted as it sometimes may be...