Victraelle Demoness and then some CoOw...'s blog: "More of my crap..."

Insomnia She rolled over to see the clock strike 4:31 a.m. once again. A heavy sigh forced itself from her chest as she decided to get up. Though ... nothing presented an idea as what to do when she did. The girl couldn't stand one more second of TV, the mechanical buzz of her computer just made her want to scream (And besides, it would wake the others) and eating anything at this hour - where sleep supposedly has you locked under some sort of drowse intangible by men - stood far away from question. Nonetheless, she ripped the blankets off her body, releasing the seductive warm pocket to be ravished by the cold grip of the winter night. Perhaps, she thought, trying to use some old and polite dialogue with herself - if only to preserve chivalry or just out of plain dispositional ways, a short but very early call to my dear love would not bother any of those whom lie dormant. A dark shock of hair fell over her blank stare as if to laugh in her face at the innocent thought. She soon gave up on the suggestion, walking to the kitchen to serve herself a cup of water. Light fell into the faceted glass and landed on the black marble countertop in a hypnotizing pattern, catching the stare of the girl's eyes, two obscure pools captured by the flickering dance of this liquid of all life. She allowed her head to fall to one side, mostly for its relaxing stretch of her tense neck and shoulder. With an absent-minded reach for the bewitching glass, the girl drank all of which had sustained the cup with the status of being full and returned to her room. Well, if no one finds out... She tried at, once again, the thought of calling her dearest one. NO! You know all too well what will happen. You're just going to get in trouble. Another person whispered in her ear from behind, fearing to be caught seen with the younger girl. But, the girl with the near-black hair tied to justify her reasoning, if I don't get caught, then I won't be in trouble. Two eyes glinted in the shadows, seeming somewhat annoyed by the much younger girl's childish needs. I understand you want and need to talk to him but, if you attempt it, you'll be in so much trouble not even the apocalypse could give the mercy to release you from consequence. Another girl, whose age fell between the first two, spoke from under the sheets to add to the argument. Stop it you two! Why am I talking to myself? If I keep doing this, I might as well be schizo. That's why you need to call him. A small girl holding a teddy bear stood at the edge of the other's bed. Noel pressed her hands over her ears in an attempt to block out her own thoughts. Shut up... please, just go away. You're depressing me, child. The girl with the teddy, its fur matted down from relentless hugs and a trip to the dryer that should have never been taken, crawled onto the end of the bed. You mean, yowr just depressed...cuz I'm a part uv yoo. So be it. Noel glared and endeavored to ignore the image before her, for that's all it was, right? Just shut up back there. Heavy footsteps fell with tired labor to interrupt Noel's conversation as she sat attentively, listening to their direction. She realized a paper and pen on her lap and looked over what others would see as incoherent scribbling. Her quick eyes ran over it, racing the path of the person, just outside her door now, to finish reading the small amount. Her door cracked open. "You're up?" The woman with ragged, curly hair and the dark eyes that did not hide her weariness spoke with a small amount of surprise. "I can't sleep, mom," the girl looked up from the paper and glanced at the time. 4:56 a.m. "I've been up since 4:00," she didn't even yawn to dispel the weight of slumber from her chest. It's true.. I've been up since 4:00... I just didn't decide to get out of bed to do anything until 4:31. "Are you doing homework there?" she asked. Her tired form looked as if it wanted to sway and her head nodded towards Noel. "No, this isn't my homework. All I have is that one report to do anyway," she sat still, a pain forming in her lower back from sitting up in bed. "Is there anything wrong? Anything bothering you?" The mother cared about her child, awake in hours she should be asleep and full of night's wonders. "I don't think so." YES! "I'm just thinking a lot." "About writing and stuff?" "Yeah," yes and no. "Were you up all night?!" Her voice lifted as if the thought had just occurred to her that what she had mentioned could be a possibility. "No...I slept some...woke up a couple of times...and just decided to get up this last hour," Noel's bloodshot eyes did not betray her answer. "Oh...ok. Well, I'm going back to sleep," she yawned fully, letting the will of the sandman over her. "Ok, mom. Good night," the girl spoke as her mother returned the same words and returned to her bed where Noel's step-father kept it warm with the heat his body so willingly released. Maybe a bath? Her back now ached with some unknown vengeance. 5:00... Only 7:00 where he is now. A BATH! The two mysterious eyes in the corner, owned by the older woman, flared wide. Oh, yes....that. Noel grabbed up the towel from the foot of her bed, caught the time turning 6:00 a.m., and determinedly made her way to the bathroom. Vertigo Wow...I look like crap. A tangled lock slouched in her vision as Noel stared at her own pale flesh in the mirror while pulling clothing off, peeking at the bags under her eyes from stubborn memories and nights of interminable restlessness. Glassy eyes gawked, in their own short attention span, from hair to hair, appendage to appendage. No amount of rubbing or slapping would help her sober up the ragged effigy standing within the mirror's sight. I'm tiwered guys... The small, fragile looking, teddy-carrying girl yawned and curled up on the simulacrum of a wooden floor. "We know," Noel realized that her inner monologue had dissipated. A hand reached towards the faucet, turning it against her body then, pulling out. A fountain of steam spewed from the mouth and began to fog the reflector of the present, making its inhabitants impossible to see. Inhaling deeply, closing her eyes to shelve the two frequenters back to where they belonged, then failing, Noel stepped into the bath. Have you ever thought of nagging at someone else for once? Two ears became submerged under the water as Noel listened for her own breathing. The thundering of a complex bloodstream reached her ears first, a heart violently pushing the scarlet life against her eardrums. Thuh thump... thuh thump... thuh thump. Bother? We're yowr fwends. You always keep us cwose. Isn't that what fwends do? Eyes, hurt with the thought that she had been all wrong about friendships her whole life, gave the modest girl the look of a puppy kicked in the ribs. Ha Ha Ha! You know nothing small one. Keep your friends close but your enemies... ...closer. Noel finished the well-known verse in her head to save the older, obviously sarcastic, woman's time. You mean... we're not fwends? The small child's eyes glistened tearfully all at once and she hugged her teddy closer. What in the HELL is that thing's name anyway? A third to the party questioned the teddy hugger, poking at it with a wicked intent, I guessed. A sniffle hid inside the small one as a sleeve made its way across the meek face. This is Owwie Bewr. Does Ollie Bear like to play games? Crazed, feverish eyes crushed all good reason from out of what the interrogative could have meant. Yeah...he likes to pway wots uv games. A semblance of the lost happiness appeared within the small child's eyes. "Let me see him," Noel whispered and the third clutched the edge of the tub. I was going to say that! "I know, silly," she rolled to one side in the water, letting it sway her body. Turning back to the pigmy one, a winning smile convinced the teddy bear to strange arms. Now, you want to know the name of the game? YEAH! Jumping up and down, clapping her hands, the victim of future disappointment got closer. It's called... the one with a sadistic grin waited for suspense, whipped out a zippo with an enflamed skull on it and held it to the bottom of Ollie Bear before answering in full... LIGHT-OLLIE-BEAR-AFLAME-AND-WATCH-THE-BABY-CRY and added as an afterthought And laugh like the clinically insane the whole while! Noel cringed as Ollie Bear caught fire and the small child launched into a full on fit of tears. STOP IT YOU IMBECILE! Ollie Bear promptly appeared next to Noel in the tub and she handed it to the small one again. Nice one. I gave her fair warning and you know that. No you didn't. She doesn't know you like we do. I suppose she doesn't... A look of semi-genuine regret came over the third's face before she carelessly shrugged and exited the bathroom giggling. Wh-who wuz that? Arms wrapped protectively around the teddy, forgetting that death could still take loved ones away, even though keeping the dear one close did no good when the reaper came to visit you instead; scythe in hand and roll taken. Someone I don't need you to see again. She won't be back so soon, so don't worry. Ollie Bear and you are safe...for the time being. Noel slackened the tension and eased her ears back under the enticing reassurance of her heartbeat in the water. Her eyes didn't fight the leaded lids as the sound of static filled her ears. The high pitched whirr of the mechanical species, such as the TV, erupted within her senses. Noel heard her own heavy breathing and wheezing. Her eyebrows met on her forehead, still not willing to leave without figuring out this oddity, she let curiosity get the better of her (something only cats died from). What's that other sound... no... not that... THAT one! The crunching of leave, hissing crossly at their rude intruders, flooded Noel's head and combined with a malicious snarl of complete frustration and vengeance. Two heartbeats roared within her temples as she listened keenly to herself being chased by an unknown villain. Images of forestry strobed in and out of her mind as her body tensed in the water, subconsciously awaiting an oncoming convulsion. OH MY GOD! A deeply inhaled breath sucked into it the life that sustained Noel thereafter before her torso shot out of the water and her hands grasped the edges of the tub in some frantic inquisition that they might keep her safe from the supernatural being from whom she must have been running. Slouching back into the water, pushing the distressed tangles from her face, Noel realized that no imminent danger haunter her near future. "NOEL! NOEL? Are you all right in there?!" Her mother pounded on the locked door. How funny...I don't remember locking that door. "I'm fine, mom...I'm good," she lied through her teeth. Her deeply shaken mind had taken a beating from the mysterious and for someone to find out, they would have to live in her head. She smiled dumbly at the prospect: It wouldn't be the first time. vV""VIC""Vv

Cloaked in obsidian shadows and pallor unknown to the outside world just yet, I ponder the time next the master will summon me with the lightning beckoning of his wrist into the flesh of his prey. Feeling his midnight cloak upon me, my body shifts with anticipation of the night’s revelries and tastes the crimson emotion of life to be had upon the wailing buds of my silver tongue. Oh, how the thrill of the hunt drives one to madness and bloodlust of gods that to interpret with such words of vulgarity used on the tongue of this plane would be impossible. To perceive the agony of spirits, decades dead, and fear of a thousand years past upon my tongue will be the finale of bliss’s torment to the souls shadowed in darkness of my kind. The life flow hidden beneath fleshes of man can compel my lusts, so that no force upon this earth could keep myself form the apex of the wave of life given to me though the trials and decisions of my wielder. Resurrection will be brought to me each time I leave the obsidian temple of my home and enter the ruby existence of his quarry’s souls, founded of guilt. The wait, in which old Father Time seems to age centuries while clocks refuse to remove the hands from their faces, always brings rewards none could imagine through the life loss of other unto myself. To be graced with the feeling of the deep-sleep - another’s life flashing before thine own eyes, and all the blood reaping pains within it, yet - lacking the ending demise, which will bring souls to the resting places that they had indeed knelt to pray at night’s end for, is to take the bereavement unto myself and inter the death of my quarry with a grain of salt on thy tongue. The chill of midnight moonbeams create a stamina within my being, crafting zeal of fire for the kill; the presence of my masters hand of metal upon me tells of life ending consequences and the iron-like sweetness of blood, so much like desserts of kings of old ate in banquets that would hold in arrest the beholder’s eye. Like the lightning of the heavens, my soul flies from the shadows in all it’s horror and majesty, into the night where it glimmers in triumph over the awe-stricken face of my victim. Plunging into the darkness; feasting on the life giving liquid of the heart, the taste buds of my mind do my master’s bidding. My spirit tingles with ecstasy while I ride the bone of the wielder’s choice, biting into the marrow. My being rings with the screams for mercy of my quarry’s soul, seeming to rip their way through the bloodstained lips to call upon Death, shrouded in his clemency. Scarlet life runs down the length of my body, making me slip in my ruler’s hand and creating faults in my work. A gasp and a prayer make an attempt at escape from the gurgling throat of our kill, but soon diminished as I rush into his voice, sending the prayer to internment within my tongue of guilt and concealed guile. It surprises me that the master should yield mercy to such a state of soul turned to poison. Contemplating this new though, I am guided back to my obsidian shade where I will lie, like a dagger should, ‘till summoned once more by the duty driven hand and common trust of my wielder… vV""VIC""Vv

Her tears were made from paths, forged from the past and forced upon the future. Earthy brown released crystalline blue, as if the sky had been born from the soil there and rain clouds seeped their history out on the fertile flesh of the girl’s blossoming cheeks. How long had it been since the emotion caught up with her? Who knew. All that mattered is it was there now and the only way to be rid of it was to let it rip its way through the many layers of conscience until it could sublime into the surrounding air and appear as if it had never existed. Tribulations that had occurred haunted her at this moment, and thoughts of troubles plenty more to come. In this was the overwhelming device of her sorrows which could not be halted, or haltered. Time would be obstinate, stern, and adamant; geography would be unintentionally unyielding; and her mourning would be constant as long as the holidays came this year. “You know what I want for Christmas. Don’t get me anything if I can’t have it.” her voice chilled the cell phone towers, sentinels of communication. Tense sighing crawled atop the tower and quietly sauntered over to the other end, “I wish I could, but we both know that’s not possible. Not this year, babe. I’m…I’m sorry.” Silence filled the space where she held her breath, suffocating persistent tears, “It’s not your fault, don’t worry about it…we’ll…we’ll be fine. We’ve been through worse before…” “I know it’s not my fault, but it feels like it. We have been through worse, but you know how I hate when you cry…no matter the reason. I hate not being able to BE there,” his warm fingers traced the phone, an attempt at feeling her lips…to believe she was here if his eyes did close. “I…” the composure was hard to keep with the agony pounding its way through her eyes, making it not only hard to see, but to breathe and speak, “I know. Do-don’t worry. I’ll be ok.” His voice was soft, with the sweet audible sensation of warm silk, comforting to the touch, “I love you. Just…PLEASE remember that I love you.” “I love you, too,” the words came out faster than she felt would convey what she meant, so she took another breath and spoke it once more, slower and emotion laden, “I…I love you, too.” They realized that the holidays were going to be colder this year… vV""VIC""Vv

Their breaths came in arduous gasps of passion as a white hot orb of fervor was produced betwixt the two lovers, forming in their loins and extending outward into the chill of the night’s breath. Fingers entwined themselves in dark hair, legs encircled a torso to keep the sphere of desire or to pierce it like a violently ardent bubble, allowing it to explode amidst the moaning lips and arching back. Sweat glistened on their skin, rolling off in delicate streams only to evaporate and moisturize the air with desperate desire. vV""VIC""Vv