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Stories / Stories / Jenny Wren Moore / Text 3 of 3 / vampyre

"vampyre" by Jenny Wren Moore

SciFi/Fantasy text 3 out of 3 by Jenny Wren Moore. ←Previous - Next→

another one of my characters, its not finished, but i havent posted in a while

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He sat there, gaze intent upon his reflexion in the mirror consciously erasing every trace of emotion from his face and his eyes; he woud be as marbel, perfect, cold untouchable. Only then could he be safe. He liked this place far fromt he city with only the sounds of the small animals and the single frantically beating heart of his toy to desturb his sensitive ears. He spoke, called her name watches his lips form the words in the mirror and his attention turned to his voice, cold emotionless. Perfect. He could smell the toys fear echoed in its rapid heart beat as it brushed his hair he arched his back alowing the slightest hint of a smile to touchhis perfect lips in pleasure at the stroke of the bush through his long black hair, before he crushed the traitorous sign of emotion from his features. he considered himself in the mirror, he was beautiful, he knew that the humans thought him so, it pleased him that they should think so. they treat beautiful things with less caution. He tells himself that his appearance refelects what is truely inside, tells himself so often that he believes its true the iceyness extending all the way to his heart, numbing, cold, uncaring. His gaze shifts slightly to take in the reflection of the toy, she was high born, all his toys were, her eyes possessed both fear and defiance. With a sudden sadness, just as suddenly squashed he contimplated how the fire would be extinguished from her eyes, just like it had been from all the others, till nothing but emptiness met his gaze. He would kill her then, the broken ones troubled something deep within him long buried, that he did not wish to remember. There was dried blood on this oes neck where he'd aleady fed today.He must remember o heal those, it would not do to have his new toy die so soon from simple neglect. He stood then with a sudden fluid movement and strode out of the room, leaving her there. He knwos she will not follow without being ordered to; and she could not leave. he swirled his cloak on around his shoulders as he went through the door and out into the world again letting them close behind him with an echoing boom. He strode in to the shadows beneith the trees along the road becoming one with them embracing them as part of him as he moved with fluid grace all too aware of the noises he makes though he knows that human ears will not pick it up. The smell of the city hit him long before the sight or sound, the smell of hundreds of unwashed people, of garbage and sewage and swet, of smog and ozone and things that should never have been burned.. and also perfumes and savory foods flowers and greenery the ocean and last of all but most important, magic, the magic life blood to the city allowing so many differnt beigs who are entirely dependant on it to exist there. So many differnt kinds of magic, it was layered fromt he simplest willing of events to complex necromancy, and so many sources to draw power from, this place was very intruging to him; and soon he slipped out of the shadows of trees to the shadows of buildings.

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Date	Name	Comment
6 Mar 2004	Shanya	Loading... Very interesting. I think you should write some more. nods There are lots of grammatical errors, but spell check can fix that. Anyways, I like!
4 Dec 2008	Anon.	Loading... I agree with Shanya. Very interesting, would liked to have more.