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dorian
An Angel's Work Chapter two -- needs intense revision!
It was a friday night, and it was the owner's funeral. I just learned her name: Laurie Blanche. I watched has they laid her coffin into the welcoming ground; rain started to trickle from the clouds. I stood alone, looking down at the coffin. I was the only one who attended- well I and those who placed her into the ground. She left everything to me.
At this point i realized how fragile a human life is, i never understood it- maybe i did when i was an angel but now it seems clear.
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CLOCKWORK It was nice seeing Dorian, he seemed changed his presence felt more human. It was different then the countless times i meet with him after he fell. He became cold, completely impassive, and lost in carnage. What will happen now, for him?
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I turned up the volume of the T.V as I sat lazily in a big velvet chair, the windows covered up with heavy black curtains, and the room a complete sty. I flipped through the french channels, only turning the t.v off and staring at the blank screen.
A few minutes a later I am still in the same position, and I hear rustling at the door. Someone wants to get in, and succeeds. I listen as the person is walking on the garbagge on the floor, and makes to me and the big velvet chair.
"Mischief..." I mumbled, feeling my energy leave me.
Mischief positioned herself infront of me, her cat like eyes glowed yellow in the dark room. Mischief is a demon, an animal-shifter type, I meet her a few years after I fell. She was somewhat fond of me, like all cats, they love toys.
She looked at me with pity. "You need to feed Dorian." She said taking her slender dark hand and caressed my cheek. "You'll wither, if you don't."
"Why..are you..here." I asked though it sounded like a statement.
She gave me a blank stare and said: "You know why.." Then took a few steps backwards, disapearing into the shadows of the room.
I felt her aura disapear, and knew she was going to be back.
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I sat there in my same position. It hurt, the pain in my head burned like a thousand fires, and I screamed. My screams were echos, they were loud and they roared through the hotel building. As a screamed, I cried. I was now lost in my pain.
"Dorian!" I hear Mischief yell, she holds me in her arms. "You cannot go on like this!"
She bites into her arm, letting her blood drip above my mouth. It tasted delicious. "David, drink!" She yells franticly.
I'm lost now, just a drop of that blood made me mad. I grab hold of her arm, and feed off her. The first feed I've had in five years; I'm quite disappointed in myself.
xx macabre · Wed Feb 11, 2009 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments |
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