Post by Anne Porter on Oct 28, 2007 21:52:16 GMT -5
Anne walked slowly through the forest, the moonlight spilled through the leaves of the trees onto her soft pale skin and she seemed to glow in the darkness of the night.
Hours had passed since she started on this journey through the forest. She had no particular place to go, nowhere to be heading, and, ever since Jacob died, she had no one to talk to...
"Jacob, no!" She cried out, but it was too late. His legs collapsed beneath him and he fell to the floor, a distant look in his glazed-over eyes sent chills down her spine as she held him in her arms. A tear slipped down her cheek and fell upon his face. She kissed his forehead, his cold skin lifeless in every way, and set him down gently where he had fallen. Standing up, she turned to face the other man, the murderer of her only friend and beloved brother. The man known only as the great and powerful, Phantom. She yelled at him a thousand curses in Transylvanian, but he only laughed, and made her angrier. Then, a flat look fell across his face, his laughing slowed to a noisy choking. Hands at his throat, he fell to the floor, twitching, and grabbing at the ground in desperate attempt to save himself. She watched him in disgust, the Forbidden curse of Transylvania was an inescapable one, and he had known it too. He had, in fact, doubted that she could pull it off, but she did it, and here he was, dying at her feet. He fell still, the choking stopped, and his head went limp and smacked against the stone floor. Blood poured through his nose from the impact and Anne knew what would happen to her if she didn't get out right away. She grabbed Jacob's body and took off into the forest.
No... It was too late for her too, she was becoming the beast she had kept inside her all this time... and there was no going back until the hunger was tamed, and smelling the blood had started it all over again... Anne was losing control of herself. She sprinted into the mountains, as far away from human civilization as possible, where she could suffer through the pain in isolation...
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Anne sat alone in the heart of the forest, engulfed by the shadows, she stayed until she had healed completely. Finally, gaining control over herself, she read the papers that she held in her hands. Messy handwriting was scribbled across as the ink dripped down the page from the tears she had cried. She read them aloud, originally written as a tribute to her brother; she soon realized she only had one person in mind as she wrote them... The one person she had met recently lingered in her every thought... If only she could get him out of her head for a mere second, she might be able to think clearly about the circumstances at hand.
These words, she realized, branded their deep welts into her mind; ingrained themselves in her daily behavior, echoed through her veins along every muffled heartbeat within her hollow chest... He wanted her to stay... To never leave... And to be his for always... And she had no trouble agreeing with his every word. Maybe this "James" could be the one to help her heal... To finally revive her from this hell she was in... She might finally be happy... She might finally be significant to someone for once... She might finally be able to just be...
The blood-red ink danced on the page, taunting her as she read:
As we are forced farther and farther apart,
I hope we still grow closer and closer together.
No matter how far away,
I hope we stay close in heart.
Through the best and the worst,
I hope we can manage.
No matter what happens,
I hope you know the truth...
I’ll always love you.
...but even she knew it wasn't meant to be...
Anne threw the paper to the ground in disgust. Here I am, she thought, again writing poetry about a guy I hardly know the first thing about... ...Then, as a single silver tear skipped down her cheek, she whispered:
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Her dead heart screamed his name every second of every hour of every day and his features were etched perfectly into her not-commonly-photographic memory --his strongly defined jaw-- his dark, sparkling eyes-- His beautiful smile...
"No, NO, NO!!!" She screamed at herself for getting so out of control, "Never again!!! NEVER!!!!!" She screamed even louder. Her rotting heart ached within her chest as she reminded herself of her vow of protection... To never love again... After what happened with Percival Vincent some months ago, she wasn't sure she could, or even wanted to, risk trusting anyone with her heart again...
All that was left of her now was all she had to call her own. The few bits and pieces of a heart that rattled around loosely within her from being torn apart so many times, bleeding out cries of sorrow and loneliness; her mind, still sharp, but weakened and shying away from anything useful due to weeks of mental beating; and whatever was left of her physical self- A shred of person, all gray and glum from pains and aches that otherwise wouldn't exist... She could hardly see any point in living after feeling the way she had for the past months. She felt trapped, lost in a dark cave where landslide had hit and blocked her in, forcing her to crawl deeper and deeper into the uninviting, yet somehow protective, darkness. Then, she was left to wallow in this darkness amongst her many fears, growing more afraid and more disconnected from the world around her...
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Those things he had said... All of the horrible things he'd done.. Everything that fell apart from then on... What went wrong? What didn't?... What was wrong with her?
Yes. That was the question that rang through her now, loudly, and more clear than ever. This is what haunted her... More than the memories... More than the small little reminders that flashed through her head every time she saw something familiar from back then... More than anything else he had ever said to her. This was it. Those few words had changed her and her perception of things and the people around her forever...
But maybe something was just wrong with her... Maybe she was just as dumb as he had always said she was... Maybe she really was nothing... A useless, dumb nothing that maybe should hide away from the rest of the world forever and longer, just as he had said to her... What if Percival was right about her...? And if he was... What was wrong with her?
...He took a deep bow, flashed a big crooked smile, and was gone, yet his last few words still lingered in the air around her:
"Deny me, and you shall forever live in your own personal Hell--- Thanks to yours truly."
These words branded their deep welts into her mind; ingrained themselves in her daily behavior, echoed through her veins along every muffled heartbeat within her hollow chest... He never truly loved her... No, Percival Vincent never really loved Anne Porter... These words--- His words--- were loud and clear...
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~Midnight~
-One week later-
Anne woke up screaming at the top of her lungs. She screamed until her throat was raw; sharply achieving a heartbeat along her own as the pain thudded throughout. She screamed until she was gasping desperately for life itself, only to take in another deep breath and start at it again. She screamed until her face turned blue, until she was silenced by the pain of a throbbing migraine, until there was nothing more to scream for...
She screamed for James... Until she blacked out from loss of air... Loss of hope... Loss of everything she once held dear... Again.
48 hours later
She was in the same spot she had been two days ago when she blacked out... She had been untouched for two days. Unmoved, un-thought-about, not looked at, not worried about... She had lain there and just was.
Anne jumped herself frightfully into consciousness with that last thought still running through her head. James was dead. James was dead and it was all her fault. Because of a stupid mistake. Because of the one promise Percival had ever kept to anyone... Because she choked on words too meaningful to be spoken... Because Percival had been right all along.
He had been right when he had said all of those things to her... All of those terrible things that she had pushed into the back of her mind for a forgotten amount of time... All that she now believed she was... All that she amounted to... All that she knew and felt she could trust now... Now that the only person she ever considered as her world was gone... James was dead.
"All you are and all that you have ever been amounts to nothing in my eyes and the eyes of everyone that has ever been unfortunate enough to even know your name. You are nothing and will always be nothing. You are a stupid idiot who deserves no say in simply anything and also anything you may do. You have no purpose. You are weak and you are fragile. You will break under the slightest amount of pressure; and you should suffer miserably for the horrible useless person that you are and always have been."
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~2 days later~
-Palace, Europe: February 9th, 1515-
~11:59 A.M~
The winds blew strong that day and dark gray clouds from the west surfed along the currents with a strong promise of rain. Head held high, she stepped nearer to the edge of the cliff, not stopping to look down. Finally, she reached the edge... and kept walking. Right over the side. She walked on forever, into the vast nothingness that soon engulfed her and transformed into another world-- His world. She looked around the beautiful meadow she'd just jumped into. This world was his for her, now all she wanted was to destroy it.
Tears of awaiting closure and accomplishment welled up in her eyes as the words poured out between her lips; like venom from the deadliest snake bite.
I’m so confused,
I don’t know what to do,
Lost in the dark,
Glad I’m here without you.
The large, beautiful expanses of grass of which this world was built upon began to die and dry out, whithering away in silence.
I love you,
But even more, I hate you,
The darkness in my heart,
Is hungry for you.
The skies turned a fiery orange, the temperature dropped to absolute zero.
I’m waiting,
That’s all I can say.
Time for separate ways,
Today’s the day.
The surrounding trees all caught fire; smoke rose into the darkness, glowing in the sky.
You never really cared,
It was all just a lie,
I know this now.
You’ve just been,
Hiding behind your hideous deceit.
The butterflies that skittered by merrily all vanished in a single puff of ash, nothing else remained.
All this time,
You’ve been lying to my face,
Passing me as a fool,
Your mind must be out of place.
A giant heart formed in the clouds and turned bright red from the fiery ash that rose into the sky.
I’m smarter than that,
You, of all people,
Should know it is true.
I guess I was wrong,
But I thought I knew you.
The heart, now more glass-like, shattered in the darkened skies. The fires went out. The grass was completely withered away. The ashes blew around gracefully in the last bit of wind, then settled to the ground. All was silent. All was calm.
They always said the calm before the storm would bring happiness and joy to those around... This was the exact opposite. This was the calm before the end. Anne stood in the middle of the empty expanse of land, entirely content, finally at peace. She took a deep breath, her lungs filling with the icy air that swirled around her. Absolute zero. That was her favorite number of all.
Absolute zero. The exact temperature her heart had felt for all those months.
Absolute zero. The exact number of anything she had left.
Absolute zero. All that she was.
Absolute zero. This was the time. The zero hour. The time to end all the rest. This was the end. The end of sorrow. The end of joy. The end of Percival Vincent. The end of this world-- his world.
The end of Anne Elizabeth Porter.
Goodbye
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-London, England: February 9th, 1515-
The huge clock tower struck noon as the sun reached it's highest point. The bells chimed loudly throughout the London Square as three children skipped playfully into the center of the courtyard with the chime of the bells. They laughed and held hands; they had no idea they were being watched... and their parents were nowhere in sight. A tall, thin man sank into and out of the shadows of nearby buildings and shrubbery, getting closer to the children with each passing second. Finally, he was a mere five feet away, his fangs withdrawn, about to pounce on his prey. He leapt into the air, hissing and snarling in hunger, this was the first time he would feed in almost a year. Just as the smallest, and targeted, child gasped and cringed away in fear, Percival fell away in the breeze like dust in the wind, and was nothing more...
It was a sunny day with many more to come. The world was now rid of Magics and every living thing and creature was happy about that fact. But, as the decades passed and the Earth grew older, the human race began, once again, using the Magics as scapegoats for every unexplained phenomena that occurred in their world. Although they say that the last of the Magics died out on that fateful day in London in the year 1515, no one knows for sure what really happens behind closed realms...
Hours had passed since she started on this journey through the forest. She had no particular place to go, nowhere to be heading, and, ever since Jacob died, she had no one to talk to...
"Jacob, no!" She cried out, but it was too late. His legs collapsed beneath him and he fell to the floor, a distant look in his glazed-over eyes sent chills down her spine as she held him in her arms. A tear slipped down her cheek and fell upon his face. She kissed his forehead, his cold skin lifeless in every way, and set him down gently where he had fallen. Standing up, she turned to face the other man, the murderer of her only friend and beloved brother. The man known only as the great and powerful, Phantom. She yelled at him a thousand curses in Transylvanian, but he only laughed, and made her angrier. Then, a flat look fell across his face, his laughing slowed to a noisy choking. Hands at his throat, he fell to the floor, twitching, and grabbing at the ground in desperate attempt to save himself. She watched him in disgust, the Forbidden curse of Transylvania was an inescapable one, and he had known it too. He had, in fact, doubted that she could pull it off, but she did it, and here he was, dying at her feet. He fell still, the choking stopped, and his head went limp and smacked against the stone floor. Blood poured through his nose from the impact and Anne knew what would happen to her if she didn't get out right away. She grabbed Jacob's body and took off into the forest.
No... It was too late for her too, she was becoming the beast she had kept inside her all this time... and there was no going back until the hunger was tamed, and smelling the blood had started it all over again... Anne was losing control of herself. She sprinted into the mountains, as far away from human civilization as possible, where she could suffer through the pain in isolation...
----------------------------*-*-*-*-*-*-----------------------
Anne sat alone in the heart of the forest, engulfed by the shadows, she stayed until she had healed completely. Finally, gaining control over herself, she read the papers that she held in her hands. Messy handwriting was scribbled across as the ink dripped down the page from the tears she had cried. She read them aloud, originally written as a tribute to her brother; she soon realized she only had one person in mind as she wrote them... The one person she had met recently lingered in her every thought... If only she could get him out of her head for a mere second, she might be able to think clearly about the circumstances at hand.
These words, she realized, branded their deep welts into her mind; ingrained themselves in her daily behavior, echoed through her veins along every muffled heartbeat within her hollow chest... He wanted her to stay... To never leave... And to be his for always... And she had no trouble agreeing with his every word. Maybe this "James" could be the one to help her heal... To finally revive her from this hell she was in... She might finally be happy... She might finally be significant to someone for once... She might finally be able to just be...
The blood-red ink danced on the page, taunting her as she read:
As we are forced farther and farther apart,
I hope we still grow closer and closer together.
No matter how far away,
I hope we stay close in heart.
Through the best and the worst,
I hope we can manage.
No matter what happens,
I hope you know the truth...
I’ll always love you.
...but even she knew it wasn't meant to be...
Anne threw the paper to the ground in disgust. Here I am, she thought, again writing poetry about a guy I hardly know the first thing about... ...Then, as a single silver tear skipped down her cheek, she whispered:
"Stupid human heart... Emotions... Love..."
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Her dead heart screamed his name every second of every hour of every day and his features were etched perfectly into her not-commonly-photographic memory --his strongly defined jaw-- his dark, sparkling eyes-- His beautiful smile...
"No, NO, NO!!!" She screamed at herself for getting so out of control, "Never again!!! NEVER!!!!!" She screamed even louder. Her rotting heart ached within her chest as she reminded herself of her vow of protection... To never love again... After what happened with Percival Vincent some months ago, she wasn't sure she could, or even wanted to, risk trusting anyone with her heart again...
All that was left of her now was all she had to call her own. The few bits and pieces of a heart that rattled around loosely within her from being torn apart so many times, bleeding out cries of sorrow and loneliness; her mind, still sharp, but weakened and shying away from anything useful due to weeks of mental beating; and whatever was left of her physical self- A shred of person, all gray and glum from pains and aches that otherwise wouldn't exist... She could hardly see any point in living after feeling the way she had for the past months. She felt trapped, lost in a dark cave where landslide had hit and blocked her in, forcing her to crawl deeper and deeper into the uninviting, yet somehow protective, darkness. Then, she was left to wallow in this darkness amongst her many fears, growing more afraid and more disconnected from the world around her...
______________________________________________
Those things he had said... All of the horrible things he'd done.. Everything that fell apart from then on... What went wrong? What didn't?... What was wrong with her?
Yes. That was the question that rang through her now, loudly, and more clear than ever. This is what haunted her... More than the memories... More than the small little reminders that flashed through her head every time she saw something familiar from back then... More than anything else he had ever said to her. This was it. Those few words had changed her and her perception of things and the people around her forever...
But maybe something was just wrong with her... Maybe she was just as dumb as he had always said she was... Maybe she really was nothing... A useless, dumb nothing that maybe should hide away from the rest of the world forever and longer, just as he had said to her... What if Percival was right about her...? And if he was... What was wrong with her?
...He took a deep bow, flashed a big crooked smile, and was gone, yet his last few words still lingered in the air around her:
"Deny me, and you shall forever live in your own personal Hell--- Thanks to yours truly."
These words branded their deep welts into her mind; ingrained themselves in her daily behavior, echoed through her veins along every muffled heartbeat within her hollow chest... He never truly loved her... No, Percival Vincent never really loved Anne Porter... These words--- His words--- were loud and clear...
_______________________________________
~Midnight~
-One week later-
Anne woke up screaming at the top of her lungs. She screamed until her throat was raw; sharply achieving a heartbeat along her own as the pain thudded throughout. She screamed until she was gasping desperately for life itself, only to take in another deep breath and start at it again. She screamed until her face turned blue, until she was silenced by the pain of a throbbing migraine, until there was nothing more to scream for...
She screamed for James... Until she blacked out from loss of air... Loss of hope... Loss of everything she once held dear... Again.
48 hours later
She was in the same spot she had been two days ago when she blacked out... She had been untouched for two days. Unmoved, un-thought-about, not looked at, not worried about... She had lain there and just was.
Anne jumped herself frightfully into consciousness with that last thought still running through her head. James was dead. James was dead and it was all her fault. Because of a stupid mistake. Because of the one promise Percival had ever kept to anyone... Because she choked on words too meaningful to be spoken... Because Percival had been right all along.
He had been right when he had said all of those things to her... All of those terrible things that she had pushed into the back of her mind for a forgotten amount of time... All that she now believed she was... All that she amounted to... All that she knew and felt she could trust now... Now that the only person she ever considered as her world was gone... James was dead.
"All you are and all that you have ever been amounts to nothing in my eyes and the eyes of everyone that has ever been unfortunate enough to even know your name. You are nothing and will always be nothing. You are a stupid idiot who deserves no say in simply anything and also anything you may do. You have no purpose. You are weak and you are fragile. You will break under the slightest amount of pressure; and you should suffer miserably for the horrible useless person that you are and always have been."
_____________________________________
~2 days later~
-Palace, Europe: February 9th, 1515-
~11:59 A.M~
The winds blew strong that day and dark gray clouds from the west surfed along the currents with a strong promise of rain. Head held high, she stepped nearer to the edge of the cliff, not stopping to look down. Finally, she reached the edge... and kept walking. Right over the side. She walked on forever, into the vast nothingness that soon engulfed her and transformed into another world-- His world. She looked around the beautiful meadow she'd just jumped into. This world was his for her, now all she wanted was to destroy it.
Tears of awaiting closure and accomplishment welled up in her eyes as the words poured out between her lips; like venom from the deadliest snake bite.
I’m so confused,
I don’t know what to do,
Lost in the dark,
Glad I’m here without you.
The large, beautiful expanses of grass of which this world was built upon began to die and dry out, whithering away in silence.
I love you,
But even more, I hate you,
The darkness in my heart,
Is hungry for you.
The skies turned a fiery orange, the temperature dropped to absolute zero.
I’m waiting,
That’s all I can say.
Time for separate ways,
Today’s the day.
The surrounding trees all caught fire; smoke rose into the darkness, glowing in the sky.
You never really cared,
It was all just a lie,
I know this now.
You’ve just been,
Hiding behind your hideous deceit.
The butterflies that skittered by merrily all vanished in a single puff of ash, nothing else remained.
All this time,
You’ve been lying to my face,
Passing me as a fool,
Your mind must be out of place.
A giant heart formed in the clouds and turned bright red from the fiery ash that rose into the sky.
I’m smarter than that,
You, of all people,
Should know it is true.
I guess I was wrong,
But I thought I knew you.
The heart, now more glass-like, shattered in the darkened skies. The fires went out. The grass was completely withered away. The ashes blew around gracefully in the last bit of wind, then settled to the ground. All was silent. All was calm.
They always said the calm before the storm would bring happiness and joy to those around... This was the exact opposite. This was the calm before the end. Anne stood in the middle of the empty expanse of land, entirely content, finally at peace. She took a deep breath, her lungs filling with the icy air that swirled around her. Absolute zero. That was her favorite number of all.
Absolute zero. The exact temperature her heart had felt for all those months.
Absolute zero. The exact number of anything she had left.
Absolute zero. All that she was.
Absolute zero. This was the time. The zero hour. The time to end all the rest. This was the end. The end of sorrow. The end of joy. The end of Percival Vincent. The end of this world-- his world.
The end of Anne Elizabeth Porter.
Goodbye
___________________
-London, England: February 9th, 1515-
The huge clock tower struck noon as the sun reached it's highest point. The bells chimed loudly throughout the London Square as three children skipped playfully into the center of the courtyard with the chime of the bells. They laughed and held hands; they had no idea they were being watched... and their parents were nowhere in sight. A tall, thin man sank into and out of the shadows of nearby buildings and shrubbery, getting closer to the children with each passing second. Finally, he was a mere five feet away, his fangs withdrawn, about to pounce on his prey. He leapt into the air, hissing and snarling in hunger, this was the first time he would feed in almost a year. Just as the smallest, and targeted, child gasped and cringed away in fear, Percival fell away in the breeze like dust in the wind, and was nothing more...
It was a sunny day with many more to come. The world was now rid of Magics and every living thing and creature was happy about that fact. But, as the decades passed and the Earth grew older, the human race began, once again, using the Magics as scapegoats for every unexplained phenomena that occurred in their world. Although they say that the last of the Magics died out on that fateful day in London in the year 1515, no one knows for sure what really happens behind closed realms...
