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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| namenlos | August 14, 2011, 12:03 am Post #631 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Whee... Meg and Kirk are going to be naughty!
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| Harvester of Sorrow | August 14, 2011, 4:55 pm Post #632 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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“Are you pushing me to be dirty?” “Nah, not pushing... challenging.” This was brilliant! Loved the update! It was a simple one, but written in a very pleasant light and comedic tone. I couldn't help but to get a glimpse of Alex's battle with James in one of the first chapter when she was dueling the And James loved the show, didn't he? Well, I'm going to wait and see for myself just how many room are there at the museum |
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| Olyamet | August 21, 2011, 2:40 pm Post #633 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!! Love you all! Yeah, James loved the show...hehehe. Okay, here is more. XXXXV (Meg's POV) All the way to the museum Tim couldn't stop talking about Alex's fight, moving his sword around to show some of her moves, and everyone was enjoying the story. I tried to pull the topic to other things, seeing Alex not exactly comfortable to be the center of attention, but Brian's words brought it back. “Man, I wish I was there to see it from the start!” “It was awesome! I mean, that guy was so cocky, champion and all, and our Alex beat the shit out of him with such ease! She was fucking amazing! It looked like she was just playing with him, and he got all pissy and...” I looked at Alex and saw James pulling her closer with a wide smile on his face. Tim's words drowned in my thoughts. Maybe it's not so bad, I know she hates it, but James is clearly turned on by what he saw. Just look at him, whispering into her ear, that wicked smile, hand on her shoulder.. all movements just scream 'mine'. Poor guy... I know what he wants right now and there is no where to go. Speaking of no place to go... I turned to Kirk and he smiled when I wrapped my arm around his waist, whispering to him. “This town is nice and all, but two nights with no privacy is killing me.” He smirked and whispered back. “Well, there is a hotel in here... we could go there instead of the museum...” “Or we could find a place there... like a nice dark cleaning crew closet...” My predatory smile made Kirk bite his lip. “You're so bad.” “You have no idea....” Right when we entered the museum, I pulled Alex to the restroom, and as soon as the door closed behind us I whispered. “Are you okay?” “Yeah... I just wish he'd stop talking about it... I didn't want anyone to see...” Alex sighed. “Well, look on the bright side, you became Tim's hero and James is all beaming with pride and keeps looking at you like he wants to eat you! He liked what he saw.” “I know, he keeps pressing me closer and whispering into my ear. And we have a few more hours here and then the long bus ride... no privacy anytime soon...” Alex giggled. “Well... the museum is big... and there's many rooms there... you know...” I wiggled my eyebrows at my friend and laughed when she gave me a shocked look. “Are you pushing me to be dirty?” “Nah, not pushing... challenging.” (Alex's POV) The tour had started, and dark rooms with torture devices only heated up my and James' little play with the hidden touches, hugs, and whispers. When I bent slightly forward to look closer at the head crusher, I felt him move behind me, pressing his groin to my butt, his hands pulling on my hips, heating up my blood. I pushed back and bit my lip, watching him back up with a devilish smile. He pulled my hand, pressing his finger to his lips in a silencing gesture and we parted from our friends, sneaking up to the next hall. We quickly walked though a few rooms until we ended up in an empty hall. “God, you looked so hot with that sword!” He pressed me to the wall, and his hands slid lower on my waist, lips devouring mine, and through the bliss I heard a well set voice with British accented English getting closer. “The name 'Rothenburg ob der Tauber' means 'Red fortress above the Tauber' in German. This is because the town is located on a plateau overlooking the Tauber river. As to the name 'Rothenburg,' some say it comes from the German words Rot (Red) and Burg (burgh, a medieval fortified town), referring to the red color of the roofs of the houses which overlook the river. The name may also refer to the process of retting ('rotten' in German) flax for linen production.” I pulled out of the kiss with a smile. “We're not alone anymore...” James' rolled his eyes, letting me go and pretending to admire some artifacts in the case next to us. I giggled and joined him, noticing a group of kids entering the hall in the corner of my eye. The tour guide continued, stopping at the big case at the far end of the room. “Here we see the armor of the first Count of Comburg-Rothenburg, who decided to build the castle in place of a small village that was here in nine hundred fifty. That is when construction of the first city wall took place. The Count saw the advantage of the sloppy side by the Tauber river and knew that it would be a perfect place for a fortified city. Reinger established a church in the present city quarter of Detwang. Later he also built the castles Comburg at Schwäbisch Hall and Grafenburg on the mountain extrusion over the river Tauber. The Counts of the Comburg-Rothenburg dynasty died out in the year eleven hundred sixteen. The last Count, Count Heinrich, willed all his belongings, including Gebsattel and Rothenburg, to the Comburg convent, but Emperor Heinrich V appointed his nephew Konrad von Hohenstaufen as successor to the Comburg-Rothenburg properties instead. But all that happened much later. Reinger was a noble at the courtyard of Otto the First, and first set his eyes on this land when he came to the small village that was in the place of this town back in the year nine hundred thirty four.” I swallowed, feeling my heart jump in my chest, loudly pumping blood into my temples at the words of the tour guide. Nine hundred thirty-four... Otto the First.... Reinger... This was it? I never knew it was here...This was the place that he was waiting for me at... it was just a small village back then... Oh, Gods... Memories flooded my mind, making my hands grip into the case in front of me. A loud voice pushed through my hazed mind, continuing the tour. “This village was right at the border of the German kingdom at that time. Nothing more than a few farms and a tavern for travelers existed here. I know it's hard to believe now, but it was. No one even remembers if this village had a name, that's how small it was.” Serdica.... it was called Serdica... I closed my eyes and swallowed again, shaking and gripping at the case with my whitened fingers. “But, despite the size, this village was the set for the affair that could've changed history as we know it now. Germany always craved the sea territory, but was unable to push the Hungarians and Maryags without a strong helping hand. Otto saw the chance in acquiring such help by marrying the Princess of the Chersoness Kingdom, that laid on the very desirable land by the Mar Maggior, or the Black Sea as we call it now. The position of the kingdom would have given Otto a way to the Aegean Sea or the Mediterranean, opening the possibilities for Germany to gain the land in between and become a marine Empire, definitely overwhelming the power scale in Europe.” “But it's not... so his plan failed?” “This is an example of how the life of even one person could've changed history. The princess Alexia of Chersoness never arrived, she was killed just past the border of her country. Some believe that she died at the hands of Hungarians, others believe that her own brother figured out her plan to gain power through the hand of Otto... no one knows what really happened.” My brother? Oh... Gods... I wouldn't be surprised if he did... My suddenly moist hands slid off the case, my knees shook, and I hit the wall behind me with my back. “All we know is that when Reinger received the bad news he left to deliver it to Otto, leaving this silver inlaid soapstone with the carving of the image of the Princess Alexia and the shield with the symbols of Chersoness. That kingdom ceased to exist just a few years later, weakened by Alexia's brother's Nicholas careless ruling, becoming too easy of a target for their multiple enemies. Her land became a war ground for many centuries to come, Maryags, Khazars, Hungarians, Khans.. they all wanted a piece of it. Later, that land was taken from the Turks by Russia, a part of which it remains to this day. So, you see, if Princess Alexia would've reached Rothenburg and married Otto, the history of the two kingdoms and Europe would've been much different. Okay moving on, in the next hall we'll see the plan of the city, as the first wall only covered it partially...” (James' POV) The story that Alex told me floated in my memory, brought up by the tour guide's words. So... it was all real? As real as it gets... I felt pulled to the wall with the soapstone image and when I saw it, I barely held a gasp. Alex's face was looking at me through the ages. My eyes slid to the shield, and I felt a cold flush, recognizing the symbols so familiar to me from her pendant. I looked back at the soapstone image, rubbing my suddenly numb head. It's all true... she's... “James...” Alex's hand touched my elbow and I unconsciously stepped back, feeling cold shivers. I looked at her eyes, full of tears, and stepped back again, trying to fit all this in my scrambled mind. She is... I gripped my head with both hands, backing up from the image. “You're really... her... aren't you?” I whispered, pushing the words through my suddenly dry throat. Alex looked at me with sad eyes and nodded. “You... her... and you lived back then... you really are... a thousand years old... you're a...” Alex lowered her head, a few tears dropping on the floor in front of her. “A freak of nature, a woman from the long gone past... lost in time... James, I told you, you knew...” She looked at me and stepped closer, but I stepped back from her stretched arm. “Don't... I... just... I need time to... I just...” I stepped back again, pushed away by the shock of the realization. Her story was not just a fairy tale, as I dismissed it back then, when she told me who she was. Now it became real, and it was staring at me with the face on an ancient image, freezing my mind in a complete stagger. Alex lowered her arm and looked at me with pleading eyes, but all I could see was a ghost from a thousand years ago. Cold fingers of doubt brought the scene of the sword fight that I witnessed earlier today and the hammering thoughts flooded my mind. She's an ancient Princess... a real Princess... from Medieval times... She lived in times of the warriors... knights... strong men.. she was set to marry a King... she fell in love with a Viking warrior... she's... she's out of different time... she's older than anything in this museum, anything in this town... Cold shivers turned to a blistering hot flush and I stepped back again, hitting the wall with my back and shaking my head, trying to silence my mind. “James... it's still me. You... you never believed me before, did you? And now... you can't even stand to be touched by me... you think I'm a freak... a monster...” Alex's lips quivered and she stepped back, covering her mouth, tears running down her cheeks, and before I could form an answer in my stupor-banded mind, she turned around and ran out of the hall. “Alex... It's not like that... I just...” My whisper echoed in the empty room, and I hit the back of my head on the wall. |
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| ilovejaymz | August 21, 2011, 3:14 pm Post #634 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh god(s)... MOAR, SOON! |
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| jØrdan | August 21, 2011, 10:42 pm Post #635 |
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Valar Morghulis
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Poor Alex But if I found out that the love of my life was really a prince from a thousand years ago I'd probably be a little freaked out too ![]() I just hope he goes after her Thanks Olya MOAR!!! |
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| disposable_hero | August 22, 2011, 2:46 pm Post #636 |
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Frantic
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I finally caught up! This fic is so good. I love it.
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| tuesday's gone | August 22, 2011, 4:35 pm Post #637 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh dear, oh dear! I smell trouble and I don't like it. So you decided to prepare us, first the weather getting bad, then Alex's sword fight and then - crescendo! James finally, and I repeat, finally, realizes that she's been telling the truth all this time. She is so skillful when it comes to handling the sword, she's in control, on familiar ground, knows her moves, senses the moves of her enemy. But in matters of heart, we're all the same, aren't we, all other skills we have just disappear and we are vulnerable and open for blows. So the story continues with them still in a playful mood, all excited and horny after the fight. James still living his "I'm fucking a princess" fantasy. And then reality bites. It enters their lives in the form of a tourist guide, slowly going through the ages, outlining the history, like a tv documentary you watch and think "isn't this interesting". And finally the past and present join in her carving and the shields. And for James she suddenly becomes so old. How appropriate that this revelation should happen in a museum! Once the reality takes over, he backs out, in a heart wrenching scene. Poor Alex! Her growing disbelief turning into pain and hurt, her own words "a monster, a freak" filled my eyes with tears. And he in shock, troubled among other things by facts of her past. Do I smell a hurt ego too? I hope you update soon after this. Otherwise, it's torture!!!
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| Lenne13 | August 22, 2011, 10:02 pm Post #638 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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I think James just needs a while to understand.... Because, he gonna understand, right? He must understand that the Alex is the same. What has changed is the perspective of the history he had before, as fantasy, and now, as reality. Thans for the update Olya!
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| Olyamet | August 26, 2011, 10:21 pm Post #639 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!! Love you all!!! @ Naja. Here is more! @ Jordan. I know! I would too!! @ Kerri. You read it all? OMG!!! Thanks! @ Bo. LOL Yep, a little.. but... just read this one. @ Lenne. Well, it's much easier, when you think it's a fantasy... reality is harsh and shocking. Okay! A little more. XXXXVI (Kirk's POV) I saw Alex and James vanishing behind the corner and felt Meg's hand pulling me back from the Spanish horse device I was admiring. “Care to explore things behind this door?” Her whisper blew by my ear, turning my attention to the small unmarked door at the end of the hall. “I'm all for it!” I followed her, making sure we left unnoticed by the rest of the group. But to our disappointment, the door led us to a long corridor that opened up into a large room full of boxes. “Where to now?” I caught Meg by her waist and she giggled. “Well... this is not the place I was thinking about.. let's see what's there.” She pulled away turning behind one of the boxes and leading me to a wall with what looked like a loading dock gate. We slowly pushed the gate open and closed it behind us, stepping into the back yard. There was a carriage at the entrance, and a big building that looked like a stable, and Meg's face lit up. “Ohhh... nice find! Let's sneak into the stables!” She pulled my hand and I followed her, eager to obey and burning with the desire. The torture devices and the whole town gave me the impression that we were lost somewhere in the past, and the stables were just the right place to end up in for a little private time. We walked in and almost immediately saw the ladder that was propped up to the second level, with the stacks of hay. Meg turned to me with a wicked smile. “Care to play in the hay?” “Do you even have to ask?” We climbed up, and I pulled the ladder up in case someone would decide to intervene in our adventure. Meg pulled off her jacket, throwing it on the bed of straw and pushing me down. My eager hands quickly unbuttoned her blouse, while our lips came together in a steamy dance, igniting our passion further. For the moment I forgot where we were and melted into desire, my body arching under my fiery girl, my hands pulling her closer, and my lips trailing over her skin. She answered with a light moan, popping the button on my jeans open and tugging my pants down. I pushed my jacket sleeves off and she scrunched my shirt up, making me shiver in urge. Her lips slid on my chest and down to my stomach, hands grasped my erection, and I arched again, impatiently pushing her head down it in foretaste of pleasure. She obeyed my will, crowning her warm lips on my tip, and I pushed up with a sigh. “Oh.. Meg...” Her lips devoured my hardness and I gripped my hands into her hair. “Fuck...” She continued down my shaft, working her pants off at the same time, and I indulged myself in pushing her up and down on me, setting a fast rhythm. She tightened her lips around me and pulled back with a smile, whispering. “No, baby... I want to ride my stallion....” She quickly maneuvered on top of me, throwing her jeans to the side, and I gasped, feeling her warmth enveloping my cock. My hips raised, pushing in, and she gripped at my shoulders, sliding all the way to the base. “Mmmnnn... Kirk...” I bucked under her, and she giggled when my hands cupped her breasts, tugging her closer to me. Our lips met, speeding up our movements, letting go and meeting again to muffle our moans. My thrusts became deeper, needing more of her, and my hands slid to her hips, pulling, craving. She gasped for air and sat up straight, moving up and down, her breasts dancing with our movements. Her lips parted to crying out my name in her release and I followed her with my peak, breathing out hers. The last jerks of our bodies subsided, leaving warm, tingling sensations to run through our blood. She froze on top of me, looking deep into my eyes, her naked alabaster skin almost glowing, offset by the darkness of the wood wall behind her. The ray of the sunset pushed through dark skies, and sudden breeze from the window moved her hair, floating it up, and spreading it over her shoulders. Meg's red locks flared up, ignited by the sun ray, like wild flames surrounding her face. Her eyes peered into mine, and I sighed, absolutely bewitched by the picture in front of me. Her hands slowly moved on my chest, burning my skin, and her lips moved with a whisper. “I love you...” “Marry me...” I breathed out the words that came from my burning heart. “Kirk...” She gasped, lowering her face to mine and I sighed again, letting the flames of her hair dance between my fingers. “Meg, marry me.” “Are you serious... or did you just say it in the heat of the moment?” Her eyes peered into mine, and my heart answered. “I know... I picked the wrong time and the wrong place again... and I don't have a ring... but this is what I feel, what I want... more that anything in this world... for you to marry me...” She gasped and bit her lip, her hazel eyes flickered with golden sparks and tearing up as I breathed in, burning for the answer. My eyes begged her and my lips let out my plea. “Please... marry me...” “I... I'd love to marry you, Kirk.” Her lips enclosed mine and I melted into a kiss, feeling my heart beating a victory solo in my chest. Mine... forever... my Goddess of Fire... my love... When our lips parted, she smiled and I pulled her to me once more. “Mine...” “Yours...” |
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| jØrdan | August 26, 2011, 10:33 pm Post #640 |
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Valar Morghulis
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<--------------- meHe proposed! Go Kirky! That was so sweetAnd seriously hot
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| disposable_hero | August 27, 2011, 3:21 pm Post #641 |
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Lol, yes, I read it all. And Kirk and Mega are so good together.
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| Olyamet | September 2, 2011, 6:09 pm Post #642 |
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Jäger.....
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Just to let you know, girls. I'm going to ND for a week, I'm taking the laptop with me, but I don't think I'll have time to write. Please forgive me, I'll try to come up with something after I come back, promise! Love you all!!! |
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| namenlos | September 7, 2011, 11:45 pm Post #643 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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SQUEE!!! ![]() (Just caught up, lol. )
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| tuesday's gone | September 12, 2011, 2:55 pm Post #644 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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First: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW what a wonderful proposal!!!! So Kirk, riding (no pun intended) the moment, following the pace of his heart and blurting, or should I say, popping, the question! I absolutely loved her alabaster skin contrasted to the dark background and her fiery hair all around her face. I imagined her like an apparition, like a ghost of Meg of old times, his soul mate and his love. But she also seemed so ethereal, so flickery, unstable, unreal that I'm wondering now if there is more to all this. Her fingers are burning him, her hair is a flare, and finally
He's playing with fire! Or are they both? And who gets burnt in the process? Again, I must mention the wonderful contrast between the Alex/James reckoning in a cold dark room, with dark cold walls pressing on them and ice cold words and realizations exchanged and all the heat and passion and light and explosion between Meg and Kirk in this chapter. They truly act as a yin/yang throughout this story, moving the plot forward perfectly in their little plays. I miss this story. Can't wait for an update!
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| Olyamet | September 12, 2011, 5:16 pm Post #645 |
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Jäger.....
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I'm Baaack! Hope you missed me a little bit. Thanks for comments!!! Love you all!!! More. (Meg's POV) We lay in each other's arms, still half naked, giggling and making plans for the upcoming wedding, when a sudden thought entered my mind, making me tense up. Oh... God... I wonder what Kirk's mom would think of me... would this all be too fast for her... and my mom... oh shit... At least my mother's met Kirk, even if it was briefly, but I've never met his. Anxiety rose up in me with that thought and Kirk brushed his lips against mine when he felt it. “My family will love you.” “My mom liked you... but my brothers are... well, they're a bit hard to please, but... who cares! Oh my God... Kirk, we're really doing it aren't we?” I looked into his eyes and he smiled back at me. “As soon as possible... how about during our break... ten days should be enough time to get everyone to San Francisco... your mom's already there, your brothers aren't that far, your father is back from the New York, and my family is nearby--” I jumped up, not letting him finish, my heart started to beat somewhere in my throat. “Oh my God Kirk!! My father! I never told him anything! Oh God... he'll be sooo pissed off! Shit...” How could I forget?! Oh, crap! “He will... he didn't like me?” Kirk sat up. “It's not that, it's... God... He's worked with bands before, he knows... he... and this was supposed to be my first job.. and I... I can just hear him going on and on about how unprofessional of me this is... how I made the worst mistake... and this whole mess with mom... he'll blame her, her bad influence... Oh God....” I slowly pulled my clothes on, while my thoughts raced in my head. There will be another ugly fight, I can just hear my parents going at each other. My father would be blaming mom and she would blame him, since he's the one who got me this job... oh... fuck... Kirk touched my shoulder and pulled me out of my unpleasant thoughts. “Maybe if I talk to him... explain that it's serious, that I love you...” He pulled me closer, kissing my cheek. “Tell him I love you with all my heart.” “I know my father... and I won't let you to talk to him alone. I'll call him first... and then we'll see...” Let him blow off some steam... let him simmer over the news... “Do you think I should to ask him for your hand? I could do that.” His brown eyes looked at me with worry. “No. I'm an adult. I'll tell him that we're getting married and... and if he doesn't approve, it's his loss. As much as I would love to for him to be there...” I trailed off into my thoughts. I am an adult... and if this also means I have to find a new job... fuck... “Meg, we can wait if you want to...” “Nope, I made up my mind. I'll tell him that there is a wedding and that he's invited.” I forced a smile on my face and Kirk's face relaxed. Poor baby... I think the thought of asking my father for my hand scared him senseless. Now lets get our good mood back. “We need to clean up a bit and get back to our friends, you look like you were rolling around in hay!” I smiled pulling straw out of his hair. Tomorrow I'll call my father... no, I'll call mom first, I'm sure right after I talk to him he'll call mom, I need to prepare her... I wish all this was simple... I straightened up my clothes and walked to the window, chasing my worry away. For today, I need to keep happy... my love proposed to me, I love him so much, I am happy. I'm more than happy! I looked out, watching bright red clouds slowly swallowing the last visible part of the sun. Kirk stepped behind me and hugged me. “I love you...” Kirk's lips nibbled on my skin, bringing a smile to my face, and I turned to him, embracing him in a hug. “I love you too, and that is all that matters.” I relaxed into his arms and breathed out with relief. That is all that matters, not the past, not the future, the way we are right here, right now, at this very moment. Kirk moved closer to the window and let go of my waist. “Is that Alex? Is she crying?” I turned and saw my friend sitting by the gate with her face in her hands. “What in the Hell...? What happened? And where's James?” (Alex's POV) I ran through the next few halls with tears clouding my vision. Another group of tourists blocked my way, and they all turned around to look at me. I'm no more than an artifact... just an artifact... a monster... I stopped, wiping tears off my face. I belonged here on display, with things that came from my era... I belonged in the museum... I felt their eyes piercing me through, and backed out to the door I saw between display cases. My feet carried me through the long empty corridor, through another door, and past a big room full of boxes. My heart pumped loudly in my throat, chest tightened, I was surrounded by half open boxes with armor, saddles, and weapons, most of them in the process of restoration. I caught a glimpse of something moving by my side and quickly turned. The bleary image of a young woman looked at me from the big ancient silver mirror. Memory of my castle brought forth my image from similar mirrors, and I stepped back, gripping my head. Ancient artifact... nothing more... My back hit the wall and it moved, sliding open. I breathed in the chilly outside air and slid down to the ground, hiding my face into my hands. He.. he's disgusted by me... he can't even stand my touch... Gods, kill me now, if you have any compassion at all, let me die... I stood up and slowly walked across the yard, stopping at the fence. I looked over the city lights, tears filled my eyes before I closed them, lowering my head. Something soft nibbled at my shoulder, warm breath blew over my face with a very familiar snorting sound, and I opened my eyes. Beautiful big brown eyes looked back at me with interest, ears moving catching sounds, and nostrils flared up, pulling in smells. The horse stepped closer, pushing my shoulder with it's face. “Hi, there...” My hands stroked the warm fur, but the horse stepped back, looking at something behind me. “You're not supposed to be here.” The words gripped at my spine, waking up a painful memory, and I quickly turned, meeting the penetrating gaze. Shivers shook my body and scrambled my mind. Two charcoal eyes paralyzed me with fear, my body shook, a cold grip twisting my stomach. Blood pumped loudly in my temples, clouding the figure in front of me, and my mind replaced it with the long forgotten image of the gypsy, as I saw her lips moving to repeat. “You are not supposed to be here.” My heart fluttered in my chest, dropping down in horror. My lips moved, barely whispering “Oh.. no...” in a heat wave followed by the gravely cold shivers. I gasped, feeling my mind going blank while someone ripped the ground from under my feet, and the world spun. The black eyes floated forward, swallowing everything around me in darkness... |
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Go Kirky!

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