Chapter Six: Elven Sight
Dedication: the usual suspects
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More freaky wierd monolouges that come straight from lirpa's twisted psyche. Be afraid, be very afraid. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy, and, as always, I love feedback.
Mystic Circle (6/?)
Chapter Six: Elven Sight
by lirpa
Yeah, yeah, you're going I've seen a werewolf, an imp, a siren, a faery, and a sorceress nothing you say will shock me anymore. Famous last words. I'm an elf, and honest to God, living, breathing elf. The last of my kind. The oldest of anyone on this planet by dar. I remember when men came and killed my kindred because they could. I remember hiding for years, grieving for my family. To this day I can hear the screams of my family, my little sister, barely 100, as a filthy human shoved a sword through her gut and watched her beeld to death on the end if his blade. I remember the cold look in his eyes, he did not feel remorse.
I remember the screams of my mother as they raped her before they finally killed her. I remember it all. When did it happen? Before any great civilization I was alive. Before any great human civilazation I was burning for vengeance. Before humans learned to forge iron, 300 years ago, I was living and learning and watching and planning. For 3000 years I've waited for the vengeance I knew was mine I'm still waiting, of course, and I don't say much. It is almost enough for me to know that the men who killed my family are long dead while I survive, while I will live forever.
Most tell of how they met our protector, the man who brought us together. I've known him his whole life, however. I took care if him when he was a child and saw no reason to stop when he was turned into a vampire. After all, he killed humans, somthing ached to do, but could not bring myself to do. My people hated kiling anything and everything you see. Throughout my long, long life it is the one thing I have never been able to do, and I hate myself for it.
I will tell you of the most interesting meeting I've ever had, however. A meeting of fey creatures in a very modern time.
*Flashback*
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Fine, thank you," I tried to sound aloof and distant around a new person, around all people really.
"That's good, I'm fine, in case you were wondering This child was actaully rebuking me!
Just then he walked out. "Matt this is Jeff, he's travelling with us from now on." and thatw as how the kid came to travel with us.
*End Flashback*
Jeff takes a lot od getting used to. If you didn't knwo him you'd say he was high on some mortal drug, take this for instance.
*Flashback, two weeks after first flashback*
"So what are you?"
"None of your business."
"Will you tell me if I tell you what I am?" he asked eagerly.
I shot him a withering look that he ignored,or didn't see, because he continued on.
"I'm a faery." And with that pronouncement he opened his wings. They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen, and everyone say the same thing. You could have an epiphany staring at those wings.
"So what are you?" he repeated. His exasperated tone implied he'd been asking that question for a while while I simply stared at his wings.
"Me?"
"Who else?"
"Oh, elf," I replied absently.
"Really?" he soundedm eager.
"Yes," I sighed.
"Do you really live forever?"
"Yes."
"But you don't have paointed ears," he sounded disapppointed.
I smile, really smile for the first time in centurues. "Only faeries have pointed ears."
"Intead of responding he stuck his tongue out at me and then laughed. It wasn't long before I was laughing with him.
*End Flasback*
Hew and I have become good friends, almost like brothers. Which is why when the time came they billed us as brothers. I remember that conversation well.
*Flashback*
Jeff came bounding into my room, yet again.
"Guess what?" he sspunds really hyper. He must have had something with a lot of sugar.
"What?"
"We're going to be on TV!"
"TV?"
He sighs, "Television, how people see our product?"
"Oh, " I pause, "so what exactly are you doing on television?"
"We're going to wrestle."
"Oh."
"As brothers! Can you believe it?"
I laugh, he's been waiting for this for so long.
*End Falshback*
And that's pretty much how I've ended up where I am. I had an elvish name, long since forgotten by even me. I had a Greek name when I lived in Ancient Greece, a Roman name when I lived in Ancient Rome. My Christian name, a name that was given to me by my charge himself, is Matthew. When they set me up as Jeff's brother they gave me his last name. So now I'm Matthew Hardy, or just Matt for short. Come by anytimem if I'm not here Jeff will be, or Lita. and if no one's here just slip a note under the door.
