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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 4:21 pm
This is a orginal creation. I was bored and it came to me. It's just the prolouge...
Can you keep a secret? Of course you can, you're not real. You're only a figment of my imagination. No? You're not? Well the what are you? A dream, a ghost, a Nightmare? Whatever you are, you mut keep what I am about to tell you a secret. You must swear by the moons never to breath a word of what I am about to say. You swear? May the moons hold you to it...
I say a demon yesterday. He was walking down the street behind our house. He didn't look like what demons were supposed to look like. He looked like a normal kid. Only his eyes where the color of blood, like that of tonight's sacrifice. Red, like the moon when the priests banish Nightmares. Nightmares are demons, but without physical forms. Nightmares are banished, demons are killed.
The demon was walking. Just walking. He didn't hunt like I was told they often did. He did not smell like death, the air did not taste like copper.
The demon was crying. I didn't know demons could cry. His tears were black, the color of their blood.
I was supposed to report him to the priests. I was supposed to report him so they could spill his black blood on the altar. The same altar stained from the blood of lambs, cows, and whatever else they used for nightly sacrifices. I supposed to report him before he killed someone to feed on their soul. I was supposed to report him so he didn't die of something other then the priests. If he died of other causes, he'd become a Nightmare. He'd feed on our souls from our dreams, not our bodies. It's harder to kill a Nightmare than a demon.
I was supposed to report him. I didn't.
He looked at me, he was crying. I cryed. Why did I cry for a demon? I don't know.
He stopped crying, I stopped crying. He smiled, I smiled. I think perhaps he was a nightmare, not a Nightmare, but a nightmare. The kind that doesn't put our soul at risk but that terrifies our mind. He terrified my mind. Not because he was a demon, but because he was a boy. And I was a boy.
And I had fallen for him.
What do yeah think? worth continuing...?
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 1:53 pm
He came again. He came every night at midnight, the hour of silence. No one was permited on the streets during the hour of silence. It followed the nightly sacrifice. The sacrifice was given to put the gods in a good mood, so we could repent without fear of smiting.
That's what I was supposed to be doing. Repenting. I didn't repent though. I never did. i just stared out my window for the hour, ducking when the priests on patrol passed. I would be flogged if I was caught not repenting. One person not repenting would get the whole town smited, or so it was said. Our town showed no signs of smiting and I hadn't repented for a year or so.
He came while I stared out my window. He came every night, for the priests never saw him. He came and he looked at me. He smiled. He smiled every night, and every night my heart fluttered.
To love a demon, I could think of no greater sin. But I'd always been one who liked to sin. His eyes were so enchanting. Blood red and beautiful. His stare pierced my soul. He looked past my physical form to my heart. He knew I loved him, that was why he smiled.
*~*~*
"Carter."
I paused and nodded for my family to continue. I would catch up. I looked back at the priest and smiled.
"Yes, your grace?"
"Walk with me." I walked with him. He lead me onto the altar and around the body of tonight's sacrifice. It was a pure white lamb, barely a month old. Someone had died today, that was the only reason they would kill a lamb so young.
He lead me through the door behind the altar to the Room of Rights. It was where the priests prepared for their sermons and sacrifice. He paused to remove his blood stained robe and replaced it with a new one. The robe was lined in light blue, he was a virgin.
His name was Stewart. He was only 4 years my elder, but he had passed his lessons with ease and been made a priest almost as soon as he was annouced a man. I was still to young to be a annouced a man, but I doubted I'd be made a priest when it happened. I sinned to much.
"You looked away from the sacrifice today." His voice startled me out of my thoughts. I had looked away? No surprise, I hated when they sacrificed lambs, especially ones that young. "That is a sin you know, punishable by flogging."
"I know, your grace. I am sorry and I promised to repent extra hard tonight as well as take my punishment with regret." I didn't regret it, and I would not repent. I had not done anything wrong, I just didn't like blood.
"That is the answer I wanted to hear. You are young," he said, gazing off into the distant as if he really gazed into the past, "I will not flog you. I would give you another punishment to teach you a lesson." He looked back at me and smiled, "I was your age not long ago. I understand your dislike of blood, but you must become strong and over look it. I would have you clean the altar for punishment.'
I gulped. So much blood was spilled on the altar, I did not want to clean it. But that was my punishment, and take it I did. It was horrible, and I don't ever want to do it again.
*~*~*
I did not return home until after the hour of silence. I went to my room and sighed. I had missed my dark love. What if he thought I had finally reported him? What if he never came again? I would probably ask the priest to sacrifice me on the altar if I could never see him again.
Something hit me window. I jumped and ran to it. Was he out there? Had he waited for me? I threw open the window and looked around anxiously.
"Carter, what's up? What the priest want?" It wasn't him.
"Lloyd, go home. I'm tired. I'll tell you tomorrow." He looked unhappy, but he left anyway. He may be annoying, but he was a good friend. I was happy for that.
I sighed and began to close the window. Suddenly something caught my eye. I turned and there he was. He emerged from the shadows and smiled. I laughed. He had waited. His smiled faded and his eyes sharpened their focus on me in a stern and questioning look. Then he was gone.
He always disappeared like that. Suddenly and without a sound. I sighed. He normally stayed longer then that. He normally let me stare at him for longer. He normally just smiled and let me take in my fill, while he searched my soul.
I shut the window and sighed again. I turned and was slammed against the glass.
I saw red.
The pressure on my wrists went unnoticed as I focused instead on the pressure on my lips. Hungry, passionate, and soft lips pressed against mine with desperation. I relaxed in his grip and let him kiss me. He knew I liked it, he knew my soul, but that didn't mean I'd give him the pleasure of kissing him back.
Then he was gone again. And this time, he didn't return.
Chapter One is finished. heart
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 1:35 pm
GAH!! Keep writing! I want to know what happens gonk
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 5:30 pm
You know that moment between sleep and reality? That moment where you think you're awake but you know if you try hard enough, you won't wake up? That moment when you want to kill the person pouding against your bedroom door? Yeah, I was having that moment...
"Carter!!! Wake up! Lloyd is already down stairs!!! Your gonna be late again!!! Don't make me come in there and drag your lazy a** out of bed!!! " I sighed and rolled out of bed with a thud. I tryed to stand but got tangled in my sheets and ended up right back on the floor.
"What in the moons names are you doing in there?!?!" I got up again, and walked over to the door. I wretched it open.
"What are you doing women!? Trying to wake the whole neighborhood!? I'm up! Now shut up and make me breakfast!" I slammed the door in her face and counted. 1...2...3...
"You ungreatful little turdpile!!! Is that anyway to treat your loving sister!? I think not! Just for that I'm making black coffee!" I wretched open the door.
"No, please, no! I love you sis!!! I love you, I love you, I love you!!! Please, burn the pancakes, make oatmeal, but for the gods sake, please not black coffee!!! PLEASE!!!"
"Hmmm, nope, I'm making black. Now get dressed!" she slammed the door and walked down stairs, leaving me to collaspe on my knees in tears.
~*~*~
I walked down stairs and tugged on my tie. Stupid uniforms. I sniffed.
"You made french vanilla!!! I love you!" I hugged my sister and she sighed. WHACK!
"OW! What'd you hit me for!?"
"To make you let go you turdpile. Now eat, your running late enough as it is." I grumbled and sat at the table next to Lloyd.
"Mrningm," He mumbled, food in his mouth.
"Lloyd, that's digusting."
"No it's not," He said, swallowing his bite. "Cami doesn't mind when I talk with my mouth full."
"Yeah, well Cami also has a crush on Stewart." WHACK!!! "What?! You do!"
My sister shrugged, "He's a priest, he's successful. Why not?"
"He's uglier then a pile of turd?"
"You would know."
I shrugged, "Seemed pretty obvious to me. Besides, he's not the brightest either. He couldn't tell a demon from a cow's butt."
"And you could? There hasn't been a demon sighting since the night you were born. And every thought you were a hethan because of it. Most people couldn't tell a demon from a cows butt because most people haven't seen a demon! Kimia's Nightmare three years ago was the closest to a demon most people have seen."
I shrugged again and started shoveling food into my mouth. If only you knew sis. I had a demon for lover... maybe I was a hethan?
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:51 pm
Is that all?!?! gonk It's a lovely storyyyy T__T WAHH!!! Well, I enjoyed it very much! whee heart
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 1:04 pm
Oh my gosh, I just love your writting style. You must write us more! please!
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:20 am
Wow, I want to see more of this! I really like the way you've created the society. It sounds creepy, but you've done a good job of helping me see how your hero is supposed to behave, and how he doesn't fit in.
Write more!
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 7:38 pm
The plot has intrigued me.
Write more soon, please!
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 5:16 pm
The silent sickness. Named for the cure, not the disease. It struck the South Region 22 years ago and it's victoms were the children of the infected.
The silent sickness was like a Nightmare inflection. It messed with your mind and made you do crazy things. At first, the infected were treated like people with Nightmares. But when the syptoms didn't go away, the priests learned it was a sickness.
They created the cure. It cured the disease, but had a terrible side effect. The children of those who took the cure were born deaf, and their eyes were red. Like a demon's.
~*~*~*~
I didn't expect to be sitting in History when I next saw my demon. I certainly did not except him to walk into class with Father Reginos.
"Class, this is Zane. He will be joining your class. His mother had the silent sickness, so he is deaf. Now aren't you glad I had you learn to sign?"
The sickness, it was perfect. No one could tell a demon from someone whose parents had the silent sicknes. They thought they could, but they didn't really know what a demon looked like. I didn.
Father Reginos pointed to the desk next to mine. Zane sat down beside me. Our eyes meet breifly. In that second I knew.
He loved me too.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 3:05 pm
i loves it lol then again i love most yaoi lolz r u going 2 write more 2 it or r u going 2 leave it short?
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 8:21 pm
Very cute! I would love to see more written to it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:09 pm
Wee!!!! An update!!! heart heart heart heart heart heart
Aha.... sweatdrop Sorry...it's just so adorable... whee
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:15 pm
xn0tp3rfect Wee!!!! An update!!! heart heart heart heart heart heart Aha.... sweatdrop Sorry...it's just so adorable... whee i knwz i agree
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 10:19 pm
by any chance is there more? its really good heart
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:18 pm
there's more, i just cant find my notebook where I wrote it
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