Post by lunakatrina on Nov 6, 2005 21:33:56 GMT -6
Once into the clearing she paused leaning up against a tree, listening. Then she slowly drew back, a bright grin slowly spreading across her face. She clapped her hands together and squealed excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Joy welled up in her chest allowing her to breathe since she had first heard the news of her engagement to the count.
She was free…
“But to do what?”
She jumped and spun around and stared at a man she’d never seen before.
“Alexander,” He said bowing slightly. “And you are?”
“Eleanor,” She whispered slowly backing into the tree.
“And where might you be running away from Miss Eleanor?” Alexander asked, slowly advancing on her.
“I’m not running away,” Eleanor whispered. Alexander was staring into her eyes, his seemed oddly luminescent. His eyes were glinting, a slight sliver, in the early morning light.
“Excuse me, then Miss Eleanor,” Alexander asked, smiling a disconnected smile, “you just struck me as a runaway bride.”
Eleanor gasped and felt panic rise up in her.
“Oh, do calm down Miss Eleanor, I won’t be returning you to your wedding,” Alexander assured her placing a hand on her arm and leaning in closer to her. “I’ll be leaving you here.”
Eleanor felt a flicker of fear twist itself into being and she slid away from the tree heading further into the clearing. “I think it would be best if I were to go.”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear heart;” Alexander said following her, “I’ll leave you in one piece.”
Eleanor placed her hand on her hip and declared, “That’s not what I’m afraid of.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow and grinned, saying nonchalantly, “I see now why you ran away, a woman that doesn't trust can't be in high demand.”
Eleanor drew herself up in clear offense and crossed her arms, searching for something to say. Alexander smiled and advanced on her again. Eleanor tilted her head.
“You strike me as a bit familiar,” Alexander said as he circled Eleanor. “Who is your mother…or father?”
Eleanor opened her mouth and then closed it; she smiled slowly as she looked around the clearing.
Alexander’s eyes lit up mischievously and he said, “Aah, your name isn’t really Eleanor.”
Alexander smiled and placed his hands over her arms protectively. Leaning into her face he smiled and breathed in her scent.
“You strike me as a singular individual of amazing talent,” Alexander whispered.
Eleanor shook her head in denial while trying to pull away, but Alexander’s fingers tightened and held her.
“I assure you,” Alexander told her, “you must be. I can tell you have an old spirit, and you have been made for great things.”
He leaned into Eleanor’s neck slowly inhaling.
“Pity you won’t get a chance this time,” Alexander whispered. Eleanor’s eyes widened and she pulled away from him…just in time to see fangs.
Alexander pulled Eleanor against him and bit.
It didn’t hurt. It actually felt rather nice, Eleanor decided pressing up into Alexander as warmth filled her stomach. Very, very nice—her eyes fluttered closed and her mind slowly sank into slight bliss as cold lips fluttered against her neck. The early sunlight pressed through her eyes…vampires weren’t supposed to come out during the day. Their bites weren’t supposed to feel this good either.
“Good?” A far-off voice asked her as the slowly built pleasure began to leave.
“Mmm,” Eleanor hummed, tilting her head to get the lips, the pleasure back.
“Excellent,” the voice—Alexander whispered, then the delightful feeling was back. She felt dizzy, as well as a dulled pain after a few moments of savoring it—it felt like warmth, contentment…what Eleanor supposed love would feel like.
Do not think about it, a voice urged. Eleanor’s thoughts slowly shifted to what happened earlier…an hour or so ago…running away from her wedding and her life. Eleanor felt no regrets, from what Eliza, her servant had told her—she wouldn’t miss anything.
Eleanor had wanted to see the world—and there seemed to be more and more of it every month. It was all waiting for her—to see and to live, that was what Eleanor was supposed to do.
Suddenly Eleanor was being gently lowered to the ground. She tried to open her eyes to see what was going on, but they felt funny and fingers were ghosting her forehead…warm, living fingers.
“Don’t worry, Eleanor,” Alexander whispered, “everything will be fine…and I wish you luck on seeing the world…next time.”
Alexander wasn’t his real name.
It was Benjamin.
“Good luck to you on living, Benjamin,” Eleanor breathed, a smile slowly forming on her face. Benjamin pressed his smiling lips to her cheek.
“Thank you, Elizabeth.”
Eleanor’s mind was too light to notice he’d called her by her real name. She hummed an affirmative to him and he squeezed her hand. The sunlight was a dull light behind her eyelids.
“I’ll wait here with you,” Benjamin told her softly. Eleanor could see him settling down next to her. The sun glared through the trees, for the first time Eleanor saw the faeries she knew had to be there every time she went outside.
This was nice, Eleanor decided. Very nice.
She was free…
“But to do what?”
She jumped and spun around and stared at a man she’d never seen before.
“Alexander,” He said bowing slightly. “And you are?”
“Eleanor,” She whispered slowly backing into the tree.
“And where might you be running away from Miss Eleanor?” Alexander asked, slowly advancing on her.
“I’m not running away,” Eleanor whispered. Alexander was staring into her eyes, his seemed oddly luminescent. His eyes were glinting, a slight sliver, in the early morning light.
“Excuse me, then Miss Eleanor,” Alexander asked, smiling a disconnected smile, “you just struck me as a runaway bride.”
Eleanor gasped and felt panic rise up in her.
“Oh, do calm down Miss Eleanor, I won’t be returning you to your wedding,” Alexander assured her placing a hand on her arm and leaning in closer to her. “I’ll be leaving you here.”
Eleanor felt a flicker of fear twist itself into being and she slid away from the tree heading further into the clearing. “I think it would be best if I were to go.”
“Oh, don’t worry, dear heart;” Alexander said following her, “I’ll leave you in one piece.”
Eleanor placed her hand on her hip and declared, “That’s not what I’m afraid of.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow and grinned, saying nonchalantly, “I see now why you ran away, a woman that doesn't trust can't be in high demand.”
Eleanor drew herself up in clear offense and crossed her arms, searching for something to say. Alexander smiled and advanced on her again. Eleanor tilted her head.
“You strike me as a bit familiar,” Alexander said as he circled Eleanor. “Who is your mother…or father?”
Eleanor opened her mouth and then closed it; she smiled slowly as she looked around the clearing.
Alexander’s eyes lit up mischievously and he said, “Aah, your name isn’t really Eleanor.”
Alexander smiled and placed his hands over her arms protectively. Leaning into her face he smiled and breathed in her scent.
“You strike me as a singular individual of amazing talent,” Alexander whispered.
Eleanor shook her head in denial while trying to pull away, but Alexander’s fingers tightened and held her.
“I assure you,” Alexander told her, “you must be. I can tell you have an old spirit, and you have been made for great things.”
He leaned into Eleanor’s neck slowly inhaling.
“Pity you won’t get a chance this time,” Alexander whispered. Eleanor’s eyes widened and she pulled away from him…just in time to see fangs.
Alexander pulled Eleanor against him and bit.
It didn’t hurt. It actually felt rather nice, Eleanor decided pressing up into Alexander as warmth filled her stomach. Very, very nice—her eyes fluttered closed and her mind slowly sank into slight bliss as cold lips fluttered against her neck. The early sunlight pressed through her eyes…vampires weren’t supposed to come out during the day. Their bites weren’t supposed to feel this good either.
“Good?” A far-off voice asked her as the slowly built pleasure began to leave.
“Mmm,” Eleanor hummed, tilting her head to get the lips, the pleasure back.
“Excellent,” the voice—Alexander whispered, then the delightful feeling was back. She felt dizzy, as well as a dulled pain after a few moments of savoring it—it felt like warmth, contentment…what Eleanor supposed love would feel like.
Do not think about it, a voice urged. Eleanor’s thoughts slowly shifted to what happened earlier…an hour or so ago…running away from her wedding and her life. Eleanor felt no regrets, from what Eliza, her servant had told her—she wouldn’t miss anything.
Eleanor had wanted to see the world—and there seemed to be more and more of it every month. It was all waiting for her—to see and to live, that was what Eleanor was supposed to do.
Suddenly Eleanor was being gently lowered to the ground. She tried to open her eyes to see what was going on, but they felt funny and fingers were ghosting her forehead…warm, living fingers.
“Don’t worry, Eleanor,” Alexander whispered, “everything will be fine…and I wish you luck on seeing the world…next time.”
Alexander wasn’t his real name.
It was Benjamin.
“Good luck to you on living, Benjamin,” Eleanor breathed, a smile slowly forming on her face. Benjamin pressed his smiling lips to her cheek.
“Thank you, Elizabeth.”
Eleanor’s mind was too light to notice he’d called her by her real name. She hummed an affirmative to him and he squeezed her hand. The sunlight was a dull light behind her eyelids.
“I’ll wait here with you,” Benjamin told her softly. Eleanor could see him settling down next to her. The sun glared through the trees, for the first time Eleanor saw the faeries she knew had to be there every time she went outside.
This was nice, Eleanor decided. Very nice.
