Turning slowly he rounds to find his shadow. It was a form not entirely unfamiliar to him,
he had seen its shape for years, had known that one day it would come. Just not like this,
not with such a beautiful mask to hide such an ugly truth.
She leans her head slowly to one side in the pale moonlight. Her eyes no longer focused
upon the features of his neck, but narrowed to view the expression on his face.
She had seen this look before. Perhaps not upon the face of someone so young,
so full of strength, but It was there. The look of acceptance, a look
the doomed have when they have resigned themself to their fate,
a visage that only death shared the knowledge of.
"I Supposed it would happen one day, maybe not like this, not now.
But if the time has come, I have no choice but to be ready"
his eyes did not waver from hers as he spoke.
"Do you not fear the Unknown?" Katarezinya speaks now,
letting the soft whispers of a damned angel carry across
the cold winter air.
"Are you familiar with the saying 'If you stare long enough into the abyss..."
Jonathan's words are those of dying man, honest and without shame,
but his thoughts betrayed him for he could not dismiss the surprise he felt
at the sound of her voice. The voice of an unseen lover that has entwined
her arms tightly within your solitude,a voice that had haunted his dreams
a thousand nights over, her voice was the sound of the night.
"The abyss stares back into you." she whispered, her words born aloft
to his ears by a gentle breeze that caressed soft full lips. For the first time
beyond familiarity it was no longer just a simple instinct for her survival,
or an act of pleasure that moved her.Perhaps it was not as ancient as pity,
or as foreign to her as kindness. It was something more basic, darker in nature,
a feeling of curiosity was stirring inside of her.
As he stared into her eyes for what seemed to be an eternity, his focus
came not unto his eminent death, but to such a vivid shade of blue
as he had never seen. Her eyes held him there, beckoned him to dive
deeper into there mysteries, so that he was lost to the world. As to the
cloak of deep burgundy velvet and black fur that exploded upon him,
it did not matter, there were worse ways to die than at her mercy.
Unfortunately for him, he did not know that mercy was a concept
she had long since forgotten.....
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ANOTHER PART OF THE STORY SOMEWHERE???
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"You cannot keep me her like this!" Jonathan cries out
in what little voice was left after days without food or water,
"If you are going to kill me than just do it, suck the life from me,
but do not sit here and let me fade into nothingness like this."
"I have no intention of killing you." she states with indifference
as she approaches the bed he is loosely chained to.
"Then what are you going to do to me?" he cries out again,
his voice finally cracking, the pain of it visible in his face,
" You cannot just keep me here forever" Though to her
he was sure it was just a few seconds worth of
entertainment in her limitless existence.
"There are worse things between heaven and hell than death,
Jonathan Dubois, much worse things," she did not say this with malice
nor hatred,but with the pained voice or experience. "Here is food and water"
she said tossing him a small bundle, "Lay still your voice, I will return."