Post by Anne Porter on Jan 16, 2008 22:59:22 GMT -5
As Serayna traveled through the dark forest, thoughts started careening towards her. Anne's thoughts, her memories, her last day... Serayna saw it all. And was surprised at how much pain she had been going through...
Oh, Anne... you are getting forgetful... forgetting to close the mind portal before you go into your own thoughts of seclusion... Serayna then gasped. She remembered the Rule Book... And she remembered how she and Anne called all the rules, except thirteen, merely "guidelines". And now Serayna knew a way around Anne's curse. Serayna was a werewolf. The Rule Book stated that Vampires of the same species and Magic origin cannot harm each other with curses. But they never said anything concerning werewolves...
Serayna smiled as a plan formed her mind. She whistled almost silently, signaling Tevret to come. Tevret, the giant Red Wolf, a mount and a best friend. She and Tevret dodged branches and leaped over vines, running back to Palace. Serayna's plan grew more and more creative as they rode. By the time she got to where Anne was, it was practically perfect.
"Anne... I figured out a way to get back not only your memory but how to get back at Gregor!" Serayna gasped. She had been thinking so hard on the way back that she had forgotten to breathe a little.
"How?" Anne asked, a bit puzzled. Serayna smiled.
"I'm a werewolf, and he's a low level Vampire. I am also a Healer, and a witch. There are some things that Healer Witches know that regular Magics don't. Not to mention, werewolves can beat a good number of vampires, hands down. So I can get back at him using magic and claws, and I can retain your memory. It's really just a wonderful win-win situation." Serayna explained, quite satisfied with herself to the point where she couldn't help but grin.
"Well that's good and all... but Dromio is rising from the dead. And that is a bad thing, because he died for a good reason." James murmured beside them.
"Well, what reason is there thats good enough for killing yourself?" Serayna snapped. James narrowed his eyes as if blaming Serayna for Dromio's death.
"He wouldn't have jumped off the stupid cliff if you hadn't whispered that you didn't love him." James said scathingly.
"I only said I was skeptical about the whole thing! I never said I was completely out of love with him, just not sure if I was exactly in love with him." Serayna countered. Anne sighed and stepped between them.
"We can deal with the rising dead later, now we are getting back memories from a life previous. Please, let's try to stay even remotely neutral." Anne sighed, still stepping between the two in their face-off. James nodded.
"Fine, but i don't want to hear any more crap about Dromio until we actually deal with him." Serayna muttered. The following hours were the most silent part of their entire journey for the recovery of Anne's memories...
Serayna looked up from the crumpled piece of paper she had been looking at. Anne sighed and walked over, "What's wrong Serayna?" She questioned. Serayna was looking very psychotic at that moment.
"We've hit yet another dead end! James this map you gave us is no good!" Serayna yelled, speaking towards no one in particular. Suddenly a voice spoke up from the pouch on Serayna's side.
"Well, then why don't you get me out of this bloody pouch so I can help you!" James's voice yelled in reply.
"Well, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't screwed up in the first place and gotten Serayna mad you." Anne protested, almost apologetically. Serayna held the pouch in her hand and prodded it with a stick.
"How are you doing in there, James? Do you have to go to the bathroom yet?" Serayna asked, poking the bag around some more.
"No, I soiled the bag a few minutes ago. But thanks for asking." James yelled from inside, a light chuckle in his response. His voice was high and tinny, just like the people who shrink in movies.
"EW!!! Serayna yelped, then dropped the bag and kicked it one good time, "That is for ruining my fairy bag. That was a gift from the Prince of Faeries, Uth himself. To bad he died..." Serayna muttered, suddenly thoughtful.
"Does every guy you fall in love with just happen to die?" James asked. Serayna smiled and kicked the bag twice more.
5 Hours Earlier...
"We're lost!" Serayna cried. James rolled his eyes again.
"No, we're not lost. The way is just-- hidden." James said focusing on the map.
"So... we're lost. Great..." Serayna said.
"We are not lost! Just shut up so I can just attempt to hear myself think." James shouted as Serayna smiled.
"Oh, you'll have plenty of time to think-- Shrinkus Dominous!" She cried, James glared at her as he shrunk down to the size of a small phone. Anne picked him up and held him in the palm of her hand.
"What did you do?" She screamed, looking at her now pocket-sized boyfriend.
"I got mad." Serayna shrugged as she picked up the map James had dropped. Anne gawked at her.
"You got mad? Why'd you shrink him instead of something like stinging him-- or something?"Anne questioned, slightly hysteric by now.
"I felt like shrinking something. Besides, we might actually get somewhere now. He had the map upside down." Serayna remarked, still smiling. Anne picked up her pocket-sized boyfriend and brought him to eye level.
"I'll get you back normal size by the days end. Don't worry." She whispered to him, "But for now, you can sit in my bag so you don't get lost." Anne whispered this last part a bit too loud and Serayna heard her.
"Oh, no you don't! You'll be sitting in my bag so I can keep a close watch on you. Besides, this trick is of my doing. I should be the one responsible if anything were to-- happen." Those last words sent shivers down Anne's spine and blew anger through the miniature man now being held between the slim fingers of a very hungry werewolf woman. She flicked him into her bag and nodded in approval as his shouts became muffled and almost inaudible. Anne flinched as the bag was carelessly slung to Serayna's belt and left free to hang off her hip.
"Please don't hurt him, Serayna." Anne whispered hopefully, almost begging.
"Don't worry. I won't-- much." Serayna bellowed out a bone-chilling laugh, glanced at the map, and continued on their journey; Anne followed behind, a sick feeling welling up in the pit of her stomach as she watched the bag on her friends hip; tousling around this way and that, taking her boyfriend carelessly with it.
5 hours later...
Serayna looked up from the crumpled piece of paper she had been looking at. Anne sighed and walked over, "What's wrong Serayna?" She questioned. Serayna was looking very psychotic at that moment.
"We've hit yet another dead end! James this map you gave us is no good!" Serayna yelled, speaking towards no one in particular. Suddenly a voice spoke up from the pouch on Serayna's side.
"Well, then why don't you get me out of this bloody pouch so I can help you!" James's voice yelled in reply.
"Well, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't screwed up in the first place and gotten Serayna mad you." Anne protested, almost apologetically. Serayna held the pouch in her hand and prodded it with a stick.
"How are you doing in there, James? Do you have to go to the bathroom yet?" Serayna asked, poking the bag around some more.
"No, I soiled the bag a few minutes ago. But thanks for asking." James yelled from inside, a light chuckle in his response. His voice was high and tinny, just like the people who shrink in movies.
"EW!!! Serayna yelped, then dropped the bag and kicked it one good time, "That is for ruining my fairy bag. That was a gift from the Prince of Faeries, Uth himself. To bad he died..." Serayna muttered, suddenly thoughtful.
"Does every guy you fall in love with just happen to die?" James asked. Serayna smiled and kicked the bag twice more.
"OUCH! That was my face!" Hearing this last comment, Anne decided it was time to intervene. She gasped and ran to the bag as quickly as she could, knowing James hadn't really soiled himself or the bag, and pulled the drawstrings open. She slid a few strands of her hair into the bag and, after a few seconds, pulled them back out to reveal James hanging thankfully on to the ends. Anne set him into her palm and, noticing that Serayna had finally left for hunting, rummaged through her things until she found a small field-guide spell book. Anne flipped open to the middle of the book and read the reversing spell. Then, when she felt she had it memorized, she sat James on a rock and whispered carefully, "Reverous mithrisius howlerimius..." James quickly grew back to his normal size just as they heard a bloodthirsty howl coming from just over the hill.
"Oh, thank God! No, thank Anne!" He went to hug her but jumped back upon contact. It was obvious that he had at least one broken bone; his nose had been smashed by Serayna's foot and he had numerous scrapes all over his body, anyone could tell he was in pain, "Sorry, it's not you. It really is me." He apologized to Anne after seeing the surprised look on her face. He laughed through a wince as he clenched his teeth, but, as was said before, anyone could tell he was in pain.
So, Anne set to work to repair her boyfriend. She searched through the small spell book and combined all of the smaller healing spells into one larger one. Then she stitched up all of his open wounds; of course he hadn't been bleeding- he was a vampire and had no blood to bleed- they were just torn pieces of flesh hanging open, revealing his bones...
"Okay, if I'm reading this right, there's a town just over that ridge. We get to that town and we'll be able to find his weapon store soon enough." Serayna said staring at the map.
"Good... we can finally lay this to rest and continue on to-" James started, but Serayna held up a hand.
"Nope... I don't want to hear another word, James. Nothing about the-- "D" word. Not until we find him." Serayna started, but just as she started heading south towards the town, the ground beneath her shook, and a dull roar could be heard from within.
"Um... Serayna I know you didn't want us talking about it. But seeing as that could very well be him..." Anne started sidling over to James so that she would have something steady to hold.
"No. When we see him, we can talk." Serayna said, a slight quiver in her strong, ever-confident voice.
"Well, Serayna sorry to break it to you, but you'd better start talking, 'cause I'm here."
The three spun around to see, to their greatest disappointment, Dromio, in all of his beefy, hunk-muffiny glory. Anyone could easily she how Serayna had fallen for him all those years ago; the man was gorgeous.
"Great," Serayna sighed, "Just what I wanted." Sarcasm pouring through her sentence under her breath. Dromio chuckled, amused almost, and took slow steps, approaching Serayna. "Go away, Dromio. I never wanted you to come here. Not now." She said harshly, her teeth barred tightly as she prepared to leap and take him down.
"Oh, but my dearest little flower, this is what you asked for. I am what you want, and always will be, my delicate little buttercup." He said gently in the most annoying voice he could possibly use at that moment. Serayna just about exploded with anger. Her face glowed red and she barred her teeth even more, showing her sharp, bloody fangs- freshly sharpened from her recent hunt.
"Shut up!" She growled furiously, "I'm done with your kind! And any others for that matter! I never wanted you! I never wanted anyone!!"
Dromio chuckled lightly under his breath again, "Ahhh, Serayna, my darling," He dragged out his words in an annoyingly disarming tone, "You love me and you know it. Why else would you call me forth from the grave?" Serayna was baffled. She had no idea what to say... No idea why she had been dumb enough to let her heart become so attached to this-- thing. This-- Man. "Serayna, you know you can't resist me. Stop trying to fight it and let your true feelings take over." Dromio muttered, his voice, sweet as honey, spun a harmonic rhythm. The song they had played together. His eyes were taunting. Begging yet commanding that she join in his musical.
"Dromio, darling, you know I don't mean just you. I mean all creatures of the male gender. All the guys I've chased in the last three months, Caliban, Aeilon, Panthris, and Xavier as well. And you, my sweet Dromio... You are the one that's not as painful to let go. My lover, you are dead. To reality and to me." Serayna said sweetly, her hand on his chest. With that, a flash of blue light emitted from her hand, and the seductive smile that had previously been plastered on Dromio's face was quickly replaced with an almost inexpressible jolt of pain; his expression, peaceful yet painful, loved and loathed.
"Call me sadistic, but that is my favorite expression." Serayna murmured. Anne looked at Serayna like she was a psychopath murderer... truthfully, she was at least one of those things.
Then everything faded into a white light. Serayna awoke to find herself laying beneath a canopy of leaves, a heavy fog blanketed over the forest. Serayna sat up and found Anne and James lying near her. Whether they were asleep or dead was beyond her.
Serayna looked around as she realized that killing Dromio and letting him go was just a dream. A mirage of her wishes...
Wishful thinking... it won't get you anywhere. 'Cause if you wish hard enough, you'll believe your hopefuls. And then you'll be even more heartbroken when it doesn't come true. Wishful thinking... God, why am I cursed with it?
Oh, Anne... you are getting forgetful... forgetting to close the mind portal before you go into your own thoughts of seclusion... Serayna then gasped. She remembered the Rule Book... And she remembered how she and Anne called all the rules, except thirteen, merely "guidelines". And now Serayna knew a way around Anne's curse. Serayna was a werewolf. The Rule Book stated that Vampires of the same species and Magic origin cannot harm each other with curses. But they never said anything concerning werewolves...
Serayna smiled as a plan formed her mind. She whistled almost silently, signaling Tevret to come. Tevret, the giant Red Wolf, a mount and a best friend. She and Tevret dodged branches and leaped over vines, running back to Palace. Serayna's plan grew more and more creative as they rode. By the time she got to where Anne was, it was practically perfect.
"Anne... I figured out a way to get back not only your memory but how to get back at Gregor!" Serayna gasped. She had been thinking so hard on the way back that she had forgotten to breathe a little.
"How?" Anne asked, a bit puzzled. Serayna smiled.
"I'm a werewolf, and he's a low level Vampire. I am also a Healer, and a witch. There are some things that Healer Witches know that regular Magics don't. Not to mention, werewolves can beat a good number of vampires, hands down. So I can get back at him using magic and claws, and I can retain your memory. It's really just a wonderful win-win situation." Serayna explained, quite satisfied with herself to the point where she couldn't help but grin.
"Well that's good and all... but Dromio is rising from the dead. And that is a bad thing, because he died for a good reason." James murmured beside them.
"Well, what reason is there thats good enough for killing yourself?" Serayna snapped. James narrowed his eyes as if blaming Serayna for Dromio's death.
"He wouldn't have jumped off the stupid cliff if you hadn't whispered that you didn't love him." James said scathingly.
"I only said I was skeptical about the whole thing! I never said I was completely out of love with him, just not sure if I was exactly in love with him." Serayna countered. Anne sighed and stepped between them.
"We can deal with the rising dead later, now we are getting back memories from a life previous. Please, let's try to stay even remotely neutral." Anne sighed, still stepping between the two in their face-off. James nodded.
"Fine, but i don't want to hear any more crap about Dromio until we actually deal with him." Serayna muttered. The following hours were the most silent part of their entire journey for the recovery of Anne's memories...
Serayna looked up from the crumpled piece of paper she had been looking at. Anne sighed and walked over, "What's wrong Serayna?" She questioned. Serayna was looking very psychotic at that moment.
"We've hit yet another dead end! James this map you gave us is no good!" Serayna yelled, speaking towards no one in particular. Suddenly a voice spoke up from the pouch on Serayna's side.
"Well, then why don't you get me out of this bloody pouch so I can help you!" James's voice yelled in reply.
"Well, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't screwed up in the first place and gotten Serayna mad you." Anne protested, almost apologetically. Serayna held the pouch in her hand and prodded it with a stick.
"How are you doing in there, James? Do you have to go to the bathroom yet?" Serayna asked, poking the bag around some more.
"No, I soiled the bag a few minutes ago. But thanks for asking." James yelled from inside, a light chuckle in his response. His voice was high and tinny, just like the people who shrink in movies.
"EW!!! Serayna yelped, then dropped the bag and kicked it one good time, "That is for ruining my fairy bag. That was a gift from the Prince of Faeries, Uth himself. To bad he died..." Serayna muttered, suddenly thoughtful.
"Does every guy you fall in love with just happen to die?" James asked. Serayna smiled and kicked the bag twice more.
5 Hours Earlier...
"We're lost!" Serayna cried. James rolled his eyes again.
"No, we're not lost. The way is just-- hidden." James said focusing on the map.
"So... we're lost. Great..." Serayna said.
"We are not lost! Just shut up so I can just attempt to hear myself think." James shouted as Serayna smiled.
"Oh, you'll have plenty of time to think-- Shrinkus Dominous!" She cried, James glared at her as he shrunk down to the size of a small phone. Anne picked him up and held him in the palm of her hand.
"What did you do?" She screamed, looking at her now pocket-sized boyfriend.
"I got mad." Serayna shrugged as she picked up the map James had dropped. Anne gawked at her.
"You got mad? Why'd you shrink him instead of something like stinging him-- or something?"Anne questioned, slightly hysteric by now.
"I felt like shrinking something. Besides, we might actually get somewhere now. He had the map upside down." Serayna remarked, still smiling. Anne picked up her pocket-sized boyfriend and brought him to eye level.
"I'll get you back normal size by the days end. Don't worry." She whispered to him, "But for now, you can sit in my bag so you don't get lost." Anne whispered this last part a bit too loud and Serayna heard her.
"Oh, no you don't! You'll be sitting in my bag so I can keep a close watch on you. Besides, this trick is of my doing. I should be the one responsible if anything were to-- happen." Those last words sent shivers down Anne's spine and blew anger through the miniature man now being held between the slim fingers of a very hungry werewolf woman. She flicked him into her bag and nodded in approval as his shouts became muffled and almost inaudible. Anne flinched as the bag was carelessly slung to Serayna's belt and left free to hang off her hip.
"Please don't hurt him, Serayna." Anne whispered hopefully, almost begging.
"Don't worry. I won't-- much." Serayna bellowed out a bone-chilling laugh, glanced at the map, and continued on their journey; Anne followed behind, a sick feeling welling up in the pit of her stomach as she watched the bag on her friends hip; tousling around this way and that, taking her boyfriend carelessly with it.
5 hours later...
Serayna looked up from the crumpled piece of paper she had been looking at. Anne sighed and walked over, "What's wrong Serayna?" She questioned. Serayna was looking very psychotic at that moment.
"We've hit yet another dead end! James this map you gave us is no good!" Serayna yelled, speaking towards no one in particular. Suddenly a voice spoke up from the pouch on Serayna's side.
"Well, then why don't you get me out of this bloody pouch so I can help you!" James's voice yelled in reply.
"Well, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't screwed up in the first place and gotten Serayna mad you." Anne protested, almost apologetically. Serayna held the pouch in her hand and prodded it with a stick.
"How are you doing in there, James? Do you have to go to the bathroom yet?" Serayna asked, poking the bag around some more.
"No, I soiled the bag a few minutes ago. But thanks for asking." James yelled from inside, a light chuckle in his response. His voice was high and tinny, just like the people who shrink in movies.
"EW!!! Serayna yelped, then dropped the bag and kicked it one good time, "That is for ruining my fairy bag. That was a gift from the Prince of Faeries, Uth himself. To bad he died..." Serayna muttered, suddenly thoughtful.
"Does every guy you fall in love with just happen to die?" James asked. Serayna smiled and kicked the bag twice more.
"OUCH! That was my face!" Hearing this last comment, Anne decided it was time to intervene. She gasped and ran to the bag as quickly as she could, knowing James hadn't really soiled himself or the bag, and pulled the drawstrings open. She slid a few strands of her hair into the bag and, after a few seconds, pulled them back out to reveal James hanging thankfully on to the ends. Anne set him into her palm and, noticing that Serayna had finally left for hunting, rummaged through her things until she found a small field-guide spell book. Anne flipped open to the middle of the book and read the reversing spell. Then, when she felt she had it memorized, she sat James on a rock and whispered carefully, "Reverous mithrisius howlerimius..." James quickly grew back to his normal size just as they heard a bloodthirsty howl coming from just over the hill.
"Oh, thank God! No, thank Anne!" He went to hug her but jumped back upon contact. It was obvious that he had at least one broken bone; his nose had been smashed by Serayna's foot and he had numerous scrapes all over his body, anyone could tell he was in pain, "Sorry, it's not you. It really is me." He apologized to Anne after seeing the surprised look on her face. He laughed through a wince as he clenched his teeth, but, as was said before, anyone could tell he was in pain.
So, Anne set to work to repair her boyfriend. She searched through the small spell book and combined all of the smaller healing spells into one larger one. Then she stitched up all of his open wounds; of course he hadn't been bleeding- he was a vampire and had no blood to bleed- they were just torn pieces of flesh hanging open, revealing his bones...
"Okay, if I'm reading this right, there's a town just over that ridge. We get to that town and we'll be able to find his weapon store soon enough." Serayna said staring at the map.
"Good... we can finally lay this to rest and continue on to-" James started, but Serayna held up a hand.
"Nope... I don't want to hear another word, James. Nothing about the-- "D" word. Not until we find him." Serayna started, but just as she started heading south towards the town, the ground beneath her shook, and a dull roar could be heard from within.
"Um... Serayna I know you didn't want us talking about it. But seeing as that could very well be him..." Anne started sidling over to James so that she would have something steady to hold.
"No. When we see him, we can talk." Serayna said, a slight quiver in her strong, ever-confident voice.
"Well, Serayna sorry to break it to you, but you'd better start talking, 'cause I'm here."
The three spun around to see, to their greatest disappointment, Dromio, in all of his beefy, hunk-muffiny glory. Anyone could easily she how Serayna had fallen for him all those years ago; the man was gorgeous.
"Great," Serayna sighed, "Just what I wanted." Sarcasm pouring through her sentence under her breath. Dromio chuckled, amused almost, and took slow steps, approaching Serayna. "Go away, Dromio. I never wanted you to come here. Not now." She said harshly, her teeth barred tightly as she prepared to leap and take him down.
"Oh, but my dearest little flower, this is what you asked for. I am what you want, and always will be, my delicate little buttercup." He said gently in the most annoying voice he could possibly use at that moment. Serayna just about exploded with anger. Her face glowed red and she barred her teeth even more, showing her sharp, bloody fangs- freshly sharpened from her recent hunt.
"Shut up!" She growled furiously, "I'm done with your kind! And any others for that matter! I never wanted you! I never wanted anyone!!"
Dromio chuckled lightly under his breath again, "Ahhh, Serayna, my darling," He dragged out his words in an annoyingly disarming tone, "You love me and you know it. Why else would you call me forth from the grave?" Serayna was baffled. She had no idea what to say... No idea why she had been dumb enough to let her heart become so attached to this-- thing. This-- Man. "Serayna, you know you can't resist me. Stop trying to fight it and let your true feelings take over." Dromio muttered, his voice, sweet as honey, spun a harmonic rhythm. The song they had played together. His eyes were taunting. Begging yet commanding that she join in his musical.
"Dromio, darling, you know I don't mean just you. I mean all creatures of the male gender. All the guys I've chased in the last three months, Caliban, Aeilon, Panthris, and Xavier as well. And you, my sweet Dromio... You are the one that's not as painful to let go. My lover, you are dead. To reality and to me." Serayna said sweetly, her hand on his chest. With that, a flash of blue light emitted from her hand, and the seductive smile that had previously been plastered on Dromio's face was quickly replaced with an almost inexpressible jolt of pain; his expression, peaceful yet painful, loved and loathed.
"Call me sadistic, but that is my favorite expression." Serayna murmured. Anne looked at Serayna like she was a psychopath murderer... truthfully, she was at least one of those things.
Then everything faded into a white light. Serayna awoke to find herself laying beneath a canopy of leaves, a heavy fog blanketed over the forest. Serayna sat up and found Anne and James lying near her. Whether they were asleep or dead was beyond her.
Serayna looked around as she realized that killing Dromio and letting him go was just a dream. A mirage of her wishes...
Wishful thinking... it won't get you anywhere. 'Cause if you wish hard enough, you'll believe your hopefuls. And then you'll be even more heartbroken when it doesn't come true. Wishful thinking... God, why am I cursed with it?