A World Now Changed - C1 WIP Oct 5, 2011 21:29:31 GMT -5
Post by Holly on Oct 5, 2011 21:29:31 GMT -5
"When I woke up that fateful morning, I was expecting something special. I was hoping to see Falkor. But, he wasn't him. Whoever I talked to that day was not the man I loved. I refused to think so. It was someone who had taken his body and his voice."
A girl was sitting on the top of a hill, ocean blue eyes staring straight forward into a dark and dreary horizon. That was Acerbus Umbra for you, though. She smiled as something curled around her hand, fingers intwining with hers. With a sudden tug of the hand, she was on the ground, giggling and smiling at the man lying in the grass next to her. Teasingly, she she slid her hand through his black as night hair while they looked into eachother's eyes. "That wasn't nice, Falkor," The girl smiled nonetheless.
The man named Falkor was quiet, but not being rude. It was his normal reactions. His bright cerulean eyes showed the girl everything, though. They danced and were playful despite his silence throughout her laughing. Gently, he ran his through the girl's hair slowly. He whispered, "Holly."
The blonde-haired girl smiled. Her eyes closed, taking in the soothing feeling of his fingers in her hair.
That was weird.
Something was shaking her now and her name wasn't being said by Falkor anymore. The images blurred and soon there was nothing but black. Something was up.
Holly jolted awake, nearly thwacking her forehead into Nuala's as the vampire was kneeling over her. Thanks to the vamp's natural reflexes, Nuala dodged Holly with ease. Holly narrowed her blue eyes in curiosity at Nuala. She was alert, but she was still groggy and messed up from her dream. What was she doing thinking about that stuff?
"What's going ---" Before Holly could even finish her question, she could make out the sounds of fighting outside her tent. Without hesitation, she hoped to her feet and rushed out.
Nuala followed closely after her. "It's the 31st Colony. I haven't seen Falkor and it doesn't look like there's too many of them. Just enough to be against our guys," The infected faerie explained swiftly. To Holly, she seemed impatient, like she was ready to start beating some 31st colony heads. She liked that about the vampire.
"No Falkor, huh? Great, that means they have no form of organization," Holly smirked darkly. "Cover the south side of the camp. I've got north," The shapeshifter sprinted off, staff in hand.
"Holly! Wait! Reth's here too!!"
A second after Nuala yelled to Holly, he appeared. His arms wrapped around Holly's waist and his lips brushed against her ear. Reth.
"Evening, Lovely," His smooth voice nearly made her melt. Damned, pure-blood faerie! It was a trait for a pure-blood faerie to be practically irresistable. They were gorgeous, smooth-talking, and able to talk their way out any situations. It was so they could steal you away later. It didn't help fighting when he was so handsome. Tall, strong body type, dark brown hair, and alluring green eyes.
"Morning, Silver-tongue," Holly's elbow jabbed into Reth's rib cage. Thankfully, he let go, and she slipped away from the faerie and the weird, warm feeling she always got when he did that.
"Silver-tongue?" Reth sucked in a breath and shook his head, looking hurt. "That stings, Holly, my dear," Despite his words, his green eyes sparked with pleasure.
"You're dead!" She lunged forward, slashing her staff at him. He grabbed her weapon, trying to tug it away from her. Sliding his hand down a little, he yelped in pain. "Oh yeah. Better watch. This has iron on it," Her smirk was back as she swiped again, this time hitting the side of his head satifyingly. Before he had time to react, Holly knocked his legs out from under him.
"It's great to know that even though you're a faerie, you suck at fighting, Reth." Holly drew her arm back, ready to launch her staff right through that thick skull of his. There was no need to think about the situation or guilt. She didn't feel guilt at all after killing a person anymore. And he was a Fey. Fey belonging to the Ifreanda were not safe. Hell, they ran the whole thing!
Her staff stopped only inches from the faerie's nose, then it slipped out of her grasp, sliding up and backwards. As she spun around to find whoever took it, the attacker kicked the back of her knees, causing her to fall to the ground. The tip of her weapon stabbed into the dirt adjacent to her ear. Holly came face to face with someone she didn't want to be seeing there.
"Nightingale," She hissed.
The darkest grin took Falkor's features, as well as Holly's confidence. This wasn't Falkor. She refused to think it was. He might have his face, body, and voice, but it was not him. He wouldn't have joined the Ifreanda. He would have pride in Acerbus Umbra and he would have stuck by it. And why would he have left her?
"Skies," He replied, his bright eyes belittling her from their height. His voice was dripping with negative, selfish, disapproving emotion. It physically hurt her when he used that voice, even if she thought it wasn't him. He knelt down and wrapped his left hand around her neck. "Your colony is going to die. All of them now that we've caught you. And you'll be the last to die, just so you can watch them all suffer."
"That's what you think, you damn fake," Holly choked out and made a well aimed kick. As Falkor let go and backed up, she completed a backwards somersault, snatching her staff. The Olisthir stood up, now facing Falkor and Reth.