~Relita's Very Cold Tail (part VI)~

Relita had been shifting in and out of consciousness for the past hour. The man who had promised to get her out had led her down the tunnel until the darkness gradually gave way to an unnatural sort of white glow that emanated from the walls, giving off a dim illumination that made edges blurry and Relita's eyes water. There was a chamber similar to the one she had just come from, but much smaller, containing only a bare stone table and a few niches holding bottles and vials. The man lifted Relita up and set her on the stone table. By this time the glow of the room had her head aching, so when the man offered her a drink of something, she accepted gratefully. It was bitter and made her choke, but after she swallowed, she felt the stuffiness in her head begin to abate, her vision blurred and she felt as if she were outside of her body, watching the actions. It was wonderfully light and free being outside of ones body. She even felt a sort of strange detachment, as if she weren't even mentally attatched to herself. As if who she was was dissolving, and she no longer cared. She watched as the man undressed her, and bathed her carefully with a sponge and warm water. Strange that she couldn't feel the water, or the cold air against her bare skin. He didn't bother with towels, instead he retrieved a sheer white dress and slipped it over her head. The fabric clung to her damp body and the long skirt flowed over the edge of the table. The man looked pleased with the overall effect. He took a wreath of white flowers that glowed faintly, and placed them atop her head, completing the costume. At this point, Relita could feel herself being pulled back into her body, she could now see out of her own eyes, but her body still felt somehow distant. numb. The man adjusted her so that she was laying down on the table, and he arranged her dress until he was pleased. Then he left.

A moment later he reappered, carrying a long white orchid and placed it in her hands, which he first crossed over her chest. Then his fingers passed over her eyes and they closed. She looked peaceful lying there. Like a virgin bride. The man nodded to himself, pleased. It had been so long since a worthy sacrifice had come his way. Perhaps now he could escape from this place. Yes, she would do nicely. This time he wouldn't make the same mistakes he had the first time. He opened his mouth, and out poured dark words, like a flood. He raised a dagger high above his head, his chanting growing faster, more frenzied. A bright feverish fire burned in his eyes as he brought the dagger down towards his sacrifice.

(disturbing observation of the day: why does everything I write turn out as some sort of occult practice? *shakes head* maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something. nah...I think I just watch too many movies. ^^ Oh, and dont worry about Lita. it wont hurt. Much. >.<;;)

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