The library
I stood outside of Club Apocalypse, the wind ruffling through my hair. It was nearing midnight, and our show was now finished. I had watched the last member of our band wave goodbye and leave. I smiled, feeling the crackling of energy in the air. There was some sort of power here tonight, something that hung in the air like an electric cloud. The wind began to blow strongly, smelling lightly of rain and flowers. a rather confused look crossed my face, cherry blossoms were out of season. Then, above the forlorn wailing music from the club, there was the sound of another type of music, even sadder than the first. I looked in the direction of the sound, standing still as a statue. Then I began to follow it.
It was bitterly cold that night, I was only about ten at the time. The wind blew harshly, sending needles of sleet into my face, still I had to get to where I was going. The bridge, something following me, something evil. I could feel the power in the air then too. It was strong, like nothing I had ever felt before. The darkness was even heavy with the strange dark power. I pulled the ragged black woolen coat closer around my body as I ran. It was following me, close behind. Some sort of darkness, oozing after me, quietly, but deadly just the same. I must not have been watching where I was going because I suddenly colided with another form, and fell back. We both stood at the same time, he was apologizing profusely. I just smirked and turned my gaze up to look at him.
He was rather good looking, ok he was very good looking. His hair was a beautiful reddish brown colour, closer to red. And his eyes. . . his eyes were like the ocean, a sort of blue green. He looked to be about a year or so older than me. Then the wind picked up once more and I could hear her. I excused myself around the boy, and continued to run, straight into the sleet and the wind.
I was getting closer, the strange wind was blowing me toward the music, even as the music was being carried towar me. I did not stop to puzzle over that however, I simply kept moving, my footsteps light as a cat.
A graveyard. That was where the music was coming from. It was a large one, not all that old, dating perhaps back to the second world war. I had seen older. The one which they had buried my mother in had been older. I forced that thought out of my mind. I did not want to think about her now, I had more important matters than my own grief. I glanced about the graveyard, my white hair blowing around my head.
There was a tall brick wall surrounding it, with a heavy wrought iron gate which stood open about a foot. The hinges were so rusted that I douted it opened or closed any more than that. I slipped inside. The graveyard was full. The markers closest to the front were the newest, with more modern design, somewhat fancy, yet shiny and practical. I walked past them all. Then I came to the older graves. They were either elegant or plain, none of the in between look of the newer ones. They were also in dreadful disrepair. They were covered in grave moss, and some were crumbling. They looked a bit old for their ages. I smiled slightly and made my way further up the hill toward the toumb that stood at the top. Then I heard a bell ring.
Chanting, something powerfull, bells, and the wail of ghosts
I had heard that particular bell sound before. I could not place it though, something from long ago. I started running toward the sound.
I rounded the corner of the toumb, and there I saw him. A young man, perhaps a year older than me, holding out a bell, and standing on a grave. His short flame red hair waving about his head. he was chanting something, I could not tell what though. It seemed he was reading in another language. I recognized it as latin. I faded into the shadows to watch, not knowing what sat watching me.
He walked three circles around the grave, pouring something out of his hand onto the ground as he walked. He then rang the strange hand bell three times, and took a large curved knife out of a knapsack to cut open his hand. I could see him flinch as he blade sank in. The blood dripped down upon the ground, and there was a feeling like a rubber band snapping, and then a wash of power, it made me feel sick to my stomach, and a bit dizzy. Cool spirit wind was flowing all about the graveyard, it passed through me several times and I felt even more sick. Finally it came around once more, and I blacked out.
I came to lying upon a wooden bench. There was someone standing there over me. I could feel her cold gaze upon me, like a thousand ants crawling up and down my spine. Then my vision cleared, and I looked up toward her face only. . . it was not there.
I jumped up from the bench, causing my head to spin, I could feel cold droplets of rain falling onto my hands and the top of my head. I began to back away, This woman. . . I had seen her before, somewhere. She laughed, the sound cut into me like sleet, and I remembered. This was her the creature who had frightened me so when I was young.
I did not wish to remember, I could not. So I ran, I ran for as long as I could, until I reached my apartment, I ran inside and collapsed on my bed.
The darkness can be a frightening thing if you do not know what is in it, but think what it would be like if you did. I know the darkness, it is like a second home to me. I know what prowls there and I mostly do not fear it. I am a part of what prowls there. I like my friends Jenevivu, Ryuu, and Kazeko, am a Witch. I am the child of the water, Mizuni Ririka, the lady of the twighlight.