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She woke up to white.
White and silver strands.
Hair?
She reached out to touch it.
Arms like liquid.
A flash of fire and a scream like genocide tore through the lucid white. Too numb and broken to know why.
When the fire dispersed, she stood in a dim-lit room, watching a man and woman making love. It seemed so familiar. She could almost feel the bodies and heartbeats moving in rhythm to each other. She looked closer at the woman and gasped when her eyes caught on a mirror behind her. She was the same woman.
She bit back a scream as the fire engulfed her again. Now pain, climbing inside her. Burning.
When she opened her eyes next the first thing she saw was the moon's reflection off of the ocean. She heard a moaning and turned in the direction of the sound. When her eyes adjusted she stepped back, the bodies of herself and another man. An angel? His wings jut out of his back, bobbing each time he thrust into her.
The scene shimmered and disappeared like the moon's reflection of the moon behind her.
She let out a short, surprised cry as that same angel's fist knocked her to the ground. She rubbed her face and stared out at him, watching him yell out dead air.
In a second, everything changed. She was holding a young girl and boy to her and telling them that their father would be home soon. She felt her own heart twist when she looked into her sons eyes. There was hatred and a dark knowledge far beyond his year. She looked with hope to her daughter when she saw tears in a grown woman's eyes. Her son was gone and in her hand was a sword. As if she were standing outside herself, she brought this blade down on her beautiful daughter's neck.
Like her daughter's head, she found herself falling. She landing in a dance with a man, whispering promises in his ear as their feet and hips moved with the slow music. Promises to a slave can never be kept.
Her vision suddenly blurred with tears and she blinked them away. She saw herself whipping this same man. Tied to a post. She caressed his wounds afterwords.
Somehow suddenly she was on the ground, feeling him move inside of her. She cried out for the sweet urge for release.
His name. Muffled by her screams when the fire burned her again. Every other vision came as a blur as if she were flying at unimaginable speeds past it until she came to an abrupt stop in her own body.
The need for release slammed back to her like a hammer. The man. This man she loved, his name lost in her mind, stood before her. She begged him. Pleaded for release. This was not the same pleasure as before. He touched her cheek and she came. All it took. Words from a forbidden language uttered languidly like the many promises she made before.
She let out a sigh and slumped against the chains that kept her upright. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing. Nothing but cold emptiness that made her want to cry out in anguish.
Her golden hair fell like a waterfall as she hung her head, hot tears rolling down her face. His hand touched her chin lightly, bringing her head up again.
She closed her eyes, not willing to see the hollowness in them again. Surprise. His lips touched her, light as gossamer wings. She kissed him back, ever so gently.
When he pulled away and she opened her she saw the same love she longed for. A light blush on his cheeks made heat rush to her face as well. "I love you." She murmured, looking to his eyes for an answer.
He answered just as sweetly as if he were saying he loved her too. "Time to wake up." Was all he said as he plunged a sharp blade deep inside her.
The pain sliced inside her as the blade did and she gasped desperately for life. For this not to be true. As she started slipping away he whispered something into her ear. An old nickname he gave her. One last tear before she fell into the dark abyss.
 vyn--_JOT · Wed Apr 21, 2010 @ 02:57am · 0 Comments |
