True Natures
A shadowed figure slowly approaches a large estate located on the edge of Fairbanks. It could feel that it was being watched, but it cared not. For it would be foolish for anyone to attack a member of the clan of sorcery. It straightend up and pulled the jacket up around it's neck. It's dark eyes fixed upon one of the many windows that faced the driveway. His short, sexy haircut swayed in the winter winds. His body was muscular, his sway signaled an aware predator. He made his way to the door and knocked. The door slowly opened and to his surprise, it was the face he had been longing to see all night. It was her... Terese... his love. A smile crossed his face, and his eyes lit up. The woman, as lovely to him as Helen of Troy, seemed more sheepish then ever. She pulled away before he could kiss her, and calmly and quietly led him into the parlor.
The music to a high volumed club blairs into the night, signaling a time for celebration, then again, it is always party here. Two younger boys, too young to be allowed in an a place like this, dance with eachother. One of them, looks to be in his late teens, the other in his early teens. "Alexander, do you think that this will be the club above all other clubs" the scantily clad boy asked the other. "Alamar, you worry to much. I'm just wanting to know where Terese is.. she will miss her spot if she's not careful" Alexander looked around with his big green bedroom eyes. Alamar smiled as he thought about what she was doing and with who. They continued to dance. Not observant enought to catch the hidden creature that was lurking in the shadowed areas. The hidden man was here for one purpose, to watch the one named Alamar dance. Inside his dead body, he could feel the fuel of passion and erotic intentions slowly making themselves apparent. He did nothing on this matter, but simply reveled in the emotions he had pushed away so long ago....
A rather respectable gentleman with light gray shades coursing through his sandy blond hair, sat a table writting in a small journal. The coffeehouse was quiet for this time of the night, it was not out of the ordinary. A small cup mists in front of him on a polished to perfection wooden table. The man sighes as he continues to write. ~ Alexander DeMonet, a giant fop of a man, he really is. Unsightly gentleman to my left smells most un-pleasant.. much like a carcus left out in the savanah somewhere...Cythina Reed, how irritating she is. I find her most displeasing in matters that envolve speech, which is everything ... ~
The sound of the door chime broke his concentration.. he looked up for a moment and narrowed his eyes... took a deep breath.. and spoke at the figure who now stood before him.. "Good evening Cynthia, what do you want?"
Terese led her suitor inside. She was dressed in a simple, but elegant black dress that hugged her curves happily. Her rich black hair was curled and put up, and the rest spiraled down the length of her porcerlin back. She quickly closed the door and pressed her back against it. She did not look at the man who she had let it. The itallian man came to her side looking a bit upset and worried.
"Terese my love, what is it? you seem so far, but your standing right here.." He reaches his hand out to her but she quickly walks across the parlor to a conviently placed windows, and stares out longingly.. holding back the tears that where comming to her eyes.
"Dion, I know you love me.. but I have to tell you something... " She slowly turns to him, he stares back in worry..
"What is it Terese?"
She stares at his eyes, he stares back, she continues to stare, so does he.....
A large figure melts from the stone of the wall, down a hall full of secrets.
Dimly lit, and crowded, the creature however, had no troubles making it down the corrdiors. It traveled until it melted through a wall and into a room. It's heart lept for joy as it saw the man of her dreams. Ishtar could only think one thing... ~ Darius ~ it sighed and smiled and watched him sleep.
